The Shaming of Shawn Moritz

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.

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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.

The Shaming of Shawn Moritz

Shawn Moritz needed to be punished, we all agreed on that. He was an evil little imp. He’d just turned fourteen less than a week ago, but our dislike of him went back years. In fifth grade, he shot rubber bands at us during tests. Once, Kate got accused of cheating when she got hit by one and got a zero on her quiz.

In sixth grade, a picture of Angel was found in her school locker. It showed her naked from the waist up, her small mounds just turning into breasts. Okay, we didn’t know that Shawn had taken the picture. But we did know he’d seen it because he rudely commented about it to other boys at school.

Seventh grade was the worst. First, right after school started, we found a camera hidden in the girl’s locker room. Again, we didn’t know if he was the one who put it there, but it was something he’d do. And after we removed it, he was spotted coming out of there one day after school was over. He said he was just curious, and knew that no girls would be in there, but we don’t believe him.

Then came the day he made Ralph Emerson and Kaden Walker run home in their underwear. They’d played strip poker with Moritz and said he had cheated. While we did kind of enjoy seeing the two boys in nothing but briefs, the idea he cheated seemed to match everything we knew about him. Actually, that isn’t quite true. The boys admitted they’d ended up completely naked, but he did give them their underpants back instead of making them run home naked. Of all the times for him to show any compassion at all, that was an unfortunate one for us. Seeing Ralph and Kaden naked would have been much more entertaining.

During Halloween, he was caught red-handed taking candy from some fourth graders. Again, he pleaded innocence, but an adult had seen him reach in to their baskets and help himself. He said they told him he could have a certain thing they didn’t like, but we all knew what kind of kid he was and don’t believe it for a minute.

The summer between seventh and eighth grades, he stole clothes from some boys he’d found skinny dipping. We hadn’t gotten to see the boys, which was okay because they were only eleven years old. And they said they never saw who took their clothes, but we’re sure it was him. It would be so much like him.

Eighth grade he was trying to be funny. He farted in class so bad the teacher let us all out into the hall until the smell dissipated. Again, he said it wasn’t him. But we knew better. That day he called Angel a liar when we accused him of doing it. He reminded her of her tiny breasts that he’d seen two years prior. Then he called me a nasty name I won’t even repeat. I told the teacher that I heard the fart come from where he was sitting. The teacher was apparently scared of him because he never punished him, instead pointing out that no other kids heard it. Shawn then said it was me who farted. Like I’d ever do something as horrible as that.

So we agreed, Shawn Moritz needed to pay for his misdeeds. Kate Clark, Angel Walker, and me. I’m Decci Palmer. All we needed to do now was figure out how to do it. And even what to do.

“I think he’s kind of cute,” Kate said. “What if we could get him naked somehow. That’s a show I’d pay money to see.”

“I bet his thing is no bigger than Roland’s,” I said. Roland is Kate’s little brother. He just turned twelve. Actually, I’d never seen his thing. Kate had, but not since they were 6 and 8 years old. But I’m sure it isn’t very big compared to a normal boy who just turned fourteen.

“Maybe we can,” Angel said. “Please don’t tell anyone I have these.” She opened up her closet and way in the back of the shelf was a folder hidden under some other stuff. When she opened it we saw four pictures of him sunning himself in his backyard. All he had on was a pair of shorts. His shirt was folded over his eyes. I tried my best to see if there was any kind of budge in his shorts, but if there was, I couldn’t make it out. But I had to admit, he did look cute.

“He’s out there most afternoons,” Angel said. “I can see him from my parent’s bedroom, so I can only watch him if my mom is gone or busy in the basement.”

“If we could sneak up on him, we could hold him down and pants him, just like he did to Todd Curry,” I said.

“That wasn’t Shawn who did that, it was Steve Kline,” Angel reminded me.

“He said it was Steve, but we don’t really know that,” I tried.

“Todd also said it was Kline,” Kate pointed out.

“Anyway, if we could do it, it sure would be funny.”

“Until he told on us. My mother would kill me for doing something like that. And besides, he is pretty strong. Look at his arms.”

My attention to the pictures hadn’t included looking at his arms, so I looked now. And yeah, he did appear to have some muscle in them. And I had to admit, doing it in broad daylight would mean we couldn’t get away unseen. “There must be something we can do to him, and when he’s already mostly naked it wouldn’t take much to finish the job,” I offered. “We just need to think about it some.”

It came to me a few days later. How to do it. I explained it to Kate and Angel, and they both seemed excited. And reluctant.

“If we screwed it up and got caught, he’d be on us like stink on crap,” Angel said. “And if we got his shorts down, we’d be in a world of trouble.”

“Maybe we could practice on your brother,” I proposed to Kate.

“Roland will never let us pants him, and if we tried and he tells, I’m grounded for most of the rest of summer.”

“We don’t have to do that part,” Angel explained. “Just secure him to the lounge chair without him seeing us. Then we cut him loose. Would he be willing to go that far?”

“Maybe if we paid him,” Kate said. “He goes though money like he’s rich. He’s always trying to get me to loan him some of mine. I did once, and it took telling our dad before he paid me back.”

“Ask him,” I said. “See what he says. Don’t start off with we’ll pay him, see if maybe he’ll go for it on his own. Make it sound like fun.”

“He doesn’t trust me, but I’ll do my best,” Kate said. “He’s shy, I don’t think he’ll even take his shirt off.”

“He doesn’t need to,” Angel explained. “He can use another shirt to put over his eyes. All we need to do is know that Decci’s plan will work.”

“Don’t tell him that to start with,” I injected. He may be only twelve, but seeing him shirtless would still have some interest. “We need it to be as much like Shawn as possible.” It didn’t make any sense, but neither of my friends brought that up.

Two days later our first practice session was set. He wanted 10 dollars and we each agreed to chip in 3 dollars and 35 cents and let him keep the extra. I met up with Angel and we headed over to Kate’s house. Once there, I was pleased to see that Roland was shirtless. He lay just as the pictures showed Shawn.

“I hear you guys,” he said the moment we started pulling duct tape off the roll. Well, I guess that’s why we here to practice. We never gave a thought to how much noise that makes.

Unfortunately, he wanted 10 dollars for each attempt. We went to the front yard and tore off the tape we’d need. Then we headed for the backyard.

“I can hear you,” he said, pulling the shirt off from over his eyes to laugh at us. It was easy money for him.

On the third attempt, Angel fumbled on taping his left wrist down. She was not ready to start when I taped his right hand, and he was able to pull it away from the arm rest. This was quickly getting expensive.

We finally succeeded on the fourth attempt. Both his wrists were taped to the hand rails and his shirt was secured with a large rubber band that went behind his head. But this had cost me over 17 dollars, and I wanted my money’s worth. I reached down and unsnapped his shorts.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice sounding scared.

I looked at Kate. She shrugged her shoulders. I pulled the zipper down. Roland really started struggling now. It was good to know that he was unable to free either arm, nor could he get the shirt off from over his eyes. I lifted his legs enough to pull the shorts past his butt, and then off of him completely. He had adorable little race cars on his boxers, and we could see just a tiny bit of deep pink pushing against the opening between two buttons.

I reached to unbutton the fly. I could feel his thing. It was bigger than I would have guessed.

“No,” Kate said. “That’s enough. Let’s cut him free.”

He was mad, and I guess I couldn’t blame him. He started to run to the house, leaving his shorts behind. We chased after him and caught him as he was about to open the back door.

“I’m telling Mom!” he yelled.

“Don’t, and I’ll let you see my tits,” I said. Having Mrs. Clark find out what we did, me actually, would not make my summer go easy.

He calmed down a little and we were able to return him to the backyard where he put his shorts back on. “Okay, but I get to touch them too. I felt your hand touching my dick.”

I could see in his eyes that he was totally into it as I unbuttoned my top and removed it. I lift the bra, but he wanted it off and I complied. He didn’t know what to do, so he played with my nipples for a few seconds.

“Okay, that’s longer than I touched you,” I said to him and dressed again. It had been embarrassing, but better than letting him tell his mom. Besides, it was really Shawn Moritz’s fault. If he wasn’t such a malicious person, we wouldn’t have needed to practice getting him naked.

Because we failed three times, the practice had been necessary. We had learned something from each attempt, and were now ready to move on to the real target.

We had to wait until the right day, and waiting to punish Shawn Moritz for all the things he had done was not easy. But three days later, Kate called and said her mom was going to be gone all afternoon. I hurried over.

Angel reviewed the lessons we had learned practicing on Roland, and we got ready to go. One look out the window confirmed that Shawn was there, just as he had been when Kate took pictures of him. That made me have that special feeling down below and I knew that my panties would be soaking wet before this day was over.

We tore off extra tape before leaving Kate’s yard, just in case. Then, moving slowly and quietly, we surrounded the unsuspecting boy. Once we were all in our places, a signal from Kate told us to go. I quickly wrapped my first piece of tape over Shawn’s right wrist. At the exact same time, Angel did the same to his left wrist. Then Kate secured the shirt over his eyes.

“Who is this?” he asked. “What are you doing? Let me go, I haven’t done anything. Sam, if this is you, I’ll kill you later.”

Sam was his brother, a year younger and not much nicer. I hurried to undo Shawn’s pants, straining to keep from giggling and giving myself away.

“No, please, don’t.” Shawn’s voice was no longer demanding. He sounded scared. Good, it served him right. “Don’t, I don’t have underpants on.”

That was news, and as I unzipped his shorts, I found out it was the truth. His thing jumped out the opening. Bigger than I’d suspected, it was quickly becoming even larger. The purple head was swelling. As I worked his shorts down a bit, I could see a fair amount of hair surrounding the base.

“Please don’t Sam,” he pleaded. He was sure this was his brother doing it. Which was a good thing for us.

With help from Kate and Angel, we soon had his shorts removed. We used the extra pieces of tape to secure his legs to the frame of the chase lounge. Then we stepped back and looked at the result of our work.

He was five days past turning fourteen. His penis was now fully hard, and it was twitching a bit, something I didn’t understand. I had one more thing I wanted to do. Well, a couple more things, but this first. I pulled the short ruler I’d brought and grabbed his thing.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he begged.

As if we would. We weren’t cruel. I held the ruler to the base of his dick and read the top. Four and seven-eighths inches. That done, I changed my grip so that instead of holding his thing firmly, I could stroke it. It was something I’d read in a story. I wanted to make Shawn Moritz have an orgasm. I wanted to see what the story called cum.

“Who are you?” he moaned as I stroked his thing. “I know you’re not Sam.” He moaned, a sound of pleasure.

I kept going, using the pace the story said would produce the quickest response. I could feel the warmth coming from the blood stored in his penis. Suddenly he jerked up and drew in a deep breath. I knew from the story it was the moment before it would happen.

I shortened the stroke length and squeezed a bit tighter. A moment later, several bursts of white stuff shot out of his thing. Some landed on his belly, some on the ground. And a few on my hand. I did what had been done in the story. I milked the last of it out of him.

My panties were not just wet, but soaked. I looked at Kate and Angel, wondering if they’d be pissed at me for doing stuff we hadn’t talked about. But both of them had their phones up and had made a recording of it. I knew they’d share it with me. But now it was time to get away before the three of us could no longer suppress our giggles.

Kate’s brother was in his parent’s room when we got there. He’d been watching us, something we hadn’t planned on. I hoped it wasn’t going to cost me more money to keep him quiet.

“Why’d you do it?” he asked with a giggle. “I sure am glad you didn’t do that to me.”

We looked out the window. Shawn was jerking around, trying to get free. But the tape was holding firm.

“He’s an evil kid,” I began. I started going through the list of things he’d done. When I mentioned the picture of Angel, he interrupted me.

“That wasn’t Shawn, it was Sam. He showed me the picture, and it was me who said we should put it in her locker. I don’t think more than a dozen boys ever saw it.”

“You little runt, why didn’t you tell us?” his sister ranted.

“Because he gave me a copy of it. Wait here a minute.” He ran from his parents’ room. A minute later, he came back, with a copy of the picture in his hands. “This is why. I liked looking at it. But then I got kind of bored with it. I could see better ones on my laptop. Now I got to see and touch Decci’s tits. I guess you can have this. I probably kept it too long anyway. If mom had ever found it…” he didn’t finish the sentence.

Angel grabbed the picture and folded it before tearing it into many pieces, all of which she pushed into a pocket.

“Okay, we had that one wrong,” I said. “But Shawn is still a sick little boy who deserved what we did to him.” I told him about the camera in the locker room. And about him cheating at strip poker and making Ralph and Kaden run home naked.”

“Not Shawn, that was Sam,” Roland repeated. “I was there and I was naked too. Sam didn’t want to get into trouble making us run home naked, so he gave us our underpants. I didn’t get my shirt and shorts back until the next day. But I don’t think he was cheating. He bluffed a lot at first, and that caused us to fold when we had better hands. Then every time he had a good hand, he made a high bet and we called. Sometimes one of us had the better hand, but most times he did. That isn’t cheating. And Shawn had nothing to do with it.”

“Oh,” I said. This was becoming a problem. “But he stole clothes from some boys who were skinny dipping.”

“That was me and David Long. And keeping us scared for over an hour wondering how we were going to get home naked, Sam told us where he’d put our clothes. It was still embarrassing, and a group of girls saw us and told everyone about it. But again, it wasn’t Shawn. You tortured the wrong boy.”

“You were skinny dipping and playing strip poker?” Kate questioned. “But you’re so, uh, modest.”

“Around you, yeah. You’re a girl. But with my friends? It isn’t all that scary.”

We heard a squeal from the Moritz’s back yard and turned our attention to window. Sam Moritz was there, along with 2 other boys his age, Kevin Manner and Pete Smith. And they were using a razor to remove Shawn’s pubic hair.

“See?” Roland pointed out. “Sam’s the evil one, not his brother.”

“We screwed up,” I said.

“You did,” Angel countered. “I was never sure that Shawn was guilty of all the things you said about him. But you convinced me.”

“Me too,” Kate chimed in. “He lives right next door and never did anything to me. But I never suspected Sam to be responsible for so much.”

“If word of this gets out, you three could be in big trouble. This might even be tried as a sex crime. How will you defend yourselves?” Roland asked. “I’ll bet Shawn already suspects you guys did this, or at least that you were involved. He will be out to get you. And I’ll bet he’d pay a lot more money to know who did it than I got from letting you three practice on me.”

“Wait a second,” I muttered. “You are not going to blackmail us.”

“My sister, no, I just want another fifteen dollars from her,” Roland snickered. “Same for Angel. She’s always been nice to me. But I’ll bet it was your idea to pull my pants down and touch my dick. Am I right?”

With Kate and Angel staring at me and looking angry, I had to admit I’d done it on my own. Even that it was his sister who told me not to do it. “What do you want from me?” I asked.

“Not much,” he promised. But it was a lie. He wanted a lot. “I told Sam about the plan. I did it because I knew you were wrong about Shawn and that he’d blame his brother. Sam wants to talk to you. He has a plan to fix this, and he wants to present it to you. And before you ask, he didn’t tell me what he has in mind.”

We heard giggling from out the window. Sam and his friends were gone, and five girls were standing around laughing at Shawn. I knew them all, three were fourteen; the other two were a year younger.

I headed downstairs, and then to the edge of Shawn’s backyard. Nobody was looking in my direction, all attention was on the naked boy.

More girls and a few boys had arrived in Shawn’s backyard. The poor kid had to be completely humiliated by now, and it was still going on. Kate and Angel voiced their opinion that Roland was right, what they had done together might be a serious crime. They both said that if it came to that, they would testify that it was my idea and it was me who made him shoot his sperm.

I took a few steps closer to the kids who were teasing Shawn. As I got closer, I overheard two boys from my grade talking. “Decci Palmer tried to convince everyone that it was Shawn who farted in class that day,” Dan Moore said, not aware that I was a few feet away from him. “But it was really me.”

“Yeah, Decci really had it in for Shawn. He never really did anything. She even said it was him who put the camera in the girl’s locker room. She never had any evidence at all, she just blamed him. But I know who really did it.”

Okay, I get it. For years I was wrongly targeting Shawn. I moved away before before someone saw me. Kids were already thinking that I was behind this.

“Hey, glad to see you listened to Kate’s little brother,” Sam said from right behind me. “I have a way to deflect attention away from you, but you won’t like it. I’ll offer it once and once only. If you don’t accept it, I’m going to cut my brother free and tell him it was you, Kate, and Angel.”

“What do I have to do?” Whatever it was, I was committing to it. If adults found out about this, I was going to be screwed for life.

“I’m controlling who came to see my brother, and to make sure that none of them hurt him physically. I’ll do the same for you, and I’ll also make sure that none of the kids I allow here will take pictures of you.”

I thought about it for a second. Then it hit me. “I’ll be naked. Out there, next to Shawn.”

“That’s right. You will also be blindfolded, so you will not know who sees you beyond the boys that are here now. After a while, I will have Roland come down and free Shawn. Once he sees that you are naked too, he won’t ever think you organized it. He still might blame me, but I can handle that and make sure he doesn’t tell our parents.”

I stood there, considering. He didn’t give me very much time.

“The deal starts now,” he said. “Strip. Completely naked. I’ll blindfold you and lead you to the chair next to Shawn. I’ll secure you the same as he is. Start now, or leave. This is your one and only chance to accept my offer.”

Holy shit, I was going to have to get naked for Sam Moritz. The truly evil brother. And other boys were going to see me too. Some kids my age were still there, and I was sure Sam would bring others. I could only hope I could trust him. I saw the tent in his pants, and knew what caused it. I stripped quickly, afraid that if I hesitated, I’d lose my nerve. As soon as I was naked, Sam picked up my blouse and wrapped it around my eyes. Then he secured it with a large rubber band.

“I think you are making the right choice,” he said. “I promise, kids won’t hurt you.” He began leading me in what I hoped was the direction of his backyard. It suddenly occurred to me that he could now take me anywhere, even the front yard, and I wouldn’t know it.

But a few seconds later I heard cat call whistles and laughter and knew where I was. With a small amount of effort, I ended up on my back on a lounge chair. Unlike Shawn, my wrists were not secured to the arm rests. Sam pulled them over my head and taped them to the top of the lounge chair.

Next, my legs were pulled to the sides until my feet were on the ground next to the sides of the lounge. They were taped in place. That spread my legs far to the sides, clearly exposing my slit.

I could imagine the boys salivating now that they were seeing me naked. Even the girls would probably enjoy it. I wondered if Roland was watching.

“Feel free to touch, but nothing rough. And touch with your hands only.” Sam’s voice. Soon, I felt hands on my breasts and on my slit. I could hear a moan from Shawn and knew he was also being touched.

“Here, let me show you how to do it,” a girl said. “You stick a finger in here, and reach up until you feel a little bump. Rub it, and watch what happens.” The finger she’d pushed into my slit was removed. A moment later another one entered. I wondered who it was that got the reward of fingering me.

I moaned, and tried to get up, but there was no escape. I wet myself, getting a swear word from the boy who’d brought me to a climax.

“That’s girl cum,” a voice I knew explained. “Girls don’t make sperm like boys do, but the release fluids to lubricate themselves. It isn’t piss, it doesn’t even come from that hole.” Bridgit Cross. Not a friend. She was probably wetting herself while teaching some boy about girls, with me as the practice dummy.

Then I heard the sound of an electric razor, and a new horror was about to be done. I’d laughed inwardly when it had been done to Shawn, now it was my turn. Someone was removing my pubic hair.

I don’t know how long I was there, or who saw me or touched me. Then I heard Sam’s voice whisper in my ear. “Most everyone is gone. One last thing. You’re going to feel something press against your lips in a few minutes. Take it in, and lick it. I think you’ll know what it is. Make the owner of it happy and you won’t have to go home naked.”

I knew exactly what he wanted. He was going to force me to give him oral sex. I suppose I could refuse, but his warning was clear. Do it, or go home naked.

He climbed up onto the lounge chair. A moment later, I heard a giggle as the tip of a penis was pressed against my lips. It wasn’t Sam who had giggled.

I let it in. It was smaller than I expected. Probably not Sam. But who? Then another giggle, and I knew. I was sucking twelve-year-old Roland Clark’s dick. I wanted to stop, but with him leaning against my face I no longer had a choice but to keep on licking it.

He climaxed a few minutes later. It was odd, I could feel a slight change in his penis just before some salty tasting fluid hit the back of my throat several times. It wasn’t foul tasting, but I certainly didn’t enjoy it.

The boy climbed off me and then it was quiet.

“Shit, Shawn, who did this to you?” I heard Roland ask from right next to me.

“Where’s my clothes,” Shawn asked.

“I don’t know,” Roland responded. “Look to your left.”

“Who, wait, is that Decci Palmer?”

I knew now I was being seen by the two boys.

“Yeah,” Roland said. “I decided to free you first in case whoever did this came back and grabbed me. I’ll let you free her. Here’s the knife.” I didn’t believe him, but I think Shawn did.

“Wait here, I’ve got to go in the house and get some clothes first,” Shawn said.

“Thanks for the blowjob,” Roland said after a few seconds. “Don’t worry, Shawn will be back in a few minutes.”

“Crap,” Shawn said a few minutes later. “The house is locked. There’s a key hidden in a slot in the porch railing out front. Go and get it for me, will you please?” He gave Roland directions as to where to find the key.

“I’ll let Roland free you as soon as he gets me a key so I can get in the house and get some clothes,” Shawn said to me.

I could feel him staring at me. It was fair, I’d done as much to him. But I still didn’t enjoy it.

When Roland returned, he wasn’t alone. With him were Sam and his two friends. After staring at me for several minutes, I was finally cut free.

“Shawn, your clothes are on the roof,” Sam began. “You’ll have to get the ladder out to get them. And overcome your fear of heights. Or, you can wait until Dad gets home and explain to him how they got there.”

He turned to me. “Roland has your clothes. You’ll have to go with him if you want them back. My mother will be home in less than a half an hour.”

“You’re scared of heights?” I whispered in Shawn’s ear.

“Yeah,” he whispered back. “Sam knows I won’t go up there.”

“Get the ladder, I’ll get them,” I said.

I expected Sam to stop me, but he didn’t. Shawn held the ladder while Sam, Eric, and Roland moved to under the ladder where they had the best view of me as I climbed up onto the roof. Knowing I could be seen from any of the surrounding houses, I quickly gathered Shawn’s clothes and tossed them down to the ground before getting back on the ladder.

When I got back on earth, Shawn was getting dressed. It was me and the boys. I followed Roland back to his house.

“Sam promised me I wouldn’t have to go home naked,” I said.

“You won’t.” He reached under a couch cushion and pulled out my panties. “Officially, you and Shawn were playing strip poker and lost. Just like Ralph and Kaden, you get to go home wearing these.”

“That isn’t fair,” I started. “I’m a girl, and being topless is worse for me than it is for a boy.” I had more I wanted to say, but he simply pushed the panties into a pocket.

“Then don’t accept my offer. Go home naked by your own choice. Dozens of kids will swear they watched the biggest game of strip poker ever played. No matter what you say, that will be the official statement they all will make.”

I had to give in. “Okay, give me the panties.”

“No, you complained that my offer wasn’t sufficient. You need to leave now; my mom will be home soon and it would be a problem for Kate if she saw you here naked in front of me.”

I started to plead, but he shook his head and spoke over my words. “I could tape your hands behind your back. Then how would you even get your door open?”

He wasn’t backing down. My only hope was that once I went to the door he’d back down. But he didn’t. I stepped out onto his front porch, and he closed and locked the door behind him. I was now naked in the front of the house.

I turned. Ralph Emerson and Kaden Walker were on the sidewalk I had to follow to get to my house. I ran past them, my ears on fire as I heard their laughter.

My first two attempts to enter the code on the electronic door lock failed because I was so nervous. The boys had followed me and were watching from behind. I only had one more attempt. If I got that wrong, it would only open if the command code was entered. And I had no idea what that was. With the two boys leaning in to see my front, I slowly entered the six numbers. With a relief I heard the deadbolt retreat. I entered my house.

Sam Moritz, Kevin Manners, and Pete Smith were seated on my couch.

“I wanted to make sure that Roland followed my orders,” Sam said. “You must have complained when he offered you the panties.” I nodded, wondering where this was going and how the three boys got into my house.

“Since Roland did as I told him, he won’t be facing any punishment. His sister let us in to your house. She and Angel are in your room. You have to make a choice. First choice. Convince them to let us see them naked. Second choice. Give the three of us a blowjob. Last choice. Get dressed and then we go to Pete’s house. It’s two blocks away. We will play a real game of strip poker. Loser goes home naked.”

“And why would I make any of those choices?” I asked.

“Because if you don’t, we push you back out that door. You’ll have to go back to the Clark house and get Roland to return your clothes. I think you know what he wants.” Sam’s two friends laughed. “In addition, your two friends have a very interesting picture of you and Roland. I now have it. I will give it to him, with a list of people he can show it to. I think you know what you are doing in that picture.”

I did. I was sucking his penis. I was angry that Kate and Angel gave that picture to the evil Moritz brother. I bit my tongue, trying to think of a way out of this.

“If you can get your two friends to stand here naked in front of us for five minutes, all copies of the picture of you and Roland will be deleted. In addition, I will ensure that every picture taken of you gets deleted. That isn’t too big of a job, only two boys took pictures and I’ve already warned them what would happen if they share them. But also, I will try and get the dozens of pictures of my brother deleted. Or you can blow me and my two friends and I’ll get your pictures deleted. Shawn will have to do the same to get the ones of him destroyed.” He paused, and smiled.

“Or, there is the last choice. Strip poker. No cheating. If you win, you get to see me and my pals naked. But if you lose, you will have to go home in just panties.

“This is why Ralph and Kaden said you cheated when you played them. You gave them a choice to lose on purpose, one they couldn’t avoid.”

“Oh, you are so smart it scares me. Those two were the worst poker players on the planet. It was Roland who had to lose and make sure his friends lost too. He exchanged something I really enjoyed in order for all three of them to be allowed to go home in underpants instead of naked. Make your choice. Do you think you can get Kate and Angel to strip naked for us? Fail that, you’ll have to do both of the other choices.”

I had to. Whatever it took. I wasn’t going to put three more penises’ in my mouth, nor would I be caught running home in just panties from Pete Smith’s house. Close to three blocks back to mine. And I was sure that Sam would make sure I was seen. As I headed upstairs, Sam warned me that failing at this would mean I’d have to do both of the other choices.

I went up to my room. Kate and Angel were there and had heard everything. Standing there naked in front of them was embarrassing, and put me in a bad negotiating position.

“Why should we help you?” Kate demanded.

“Because we’re friends,” I started. “You heard the other choices. Would you really make a friend do them?”

“This was all your doing,” Angel said. “Sam liked that we played a role in humiliating his brother. But now he has to hope he can keep Shawn from telling their parents that he did it.”

“No, that’s taken care of. The story is that he and I were playing a game of strip poker. Nobody got tied up naked, me and Shawn just lost and were naked. But I understand your anger. I did cause this. What can I do to gain your support?”

I could see a smile on their faces. This was a setup. I was screwed.

“Tomorrow, you play a real game of strip poker, only with Eric Turner. The game will be at your house. The loser has to stay naked for fifteen minutes without covering up. And the winner can invite two friends over.”

Eric is a boy I really like. “He won’t play. He’ll suspect something fishy after what happened today.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he will be suspicious,” Kate said. “You might get him to play by telling him you will start at a disadvantage of 1 item of clothing.”

“Don’t get us wrong, we want you to win,” Angel said. “Eric is cute, I’d like to see him naked. If you win, we’re the friends you invite over.”

“But we want something in case you don’t win and we don’t get to see the cutest boys in school naked,” Kate continued. “After all, we’re agreeing to let the three younger boys downstairs see us naked.”

“What then,” I asked. I’d made the choice to go to them, I had to do whatever it took to get them to come downstairs naked with me.

“You invite Shawn and Sam over. Tell them anything you want. But with us there and watching, you will suck both of their things.”

“What if they say no?” I asked. “For that matter, what if I can’t get Eric Turner to play?”

“You will go back to Sam Moritz and tell him the condition we agree to was that you would do both of the other two choices if we got to see one of them naked.”

Oh my god. This was horrible. I wondered if it was a setup. Did Sam tell them to make me agree to all this? But it was done. I had a chance to avoid what would happen if I refused. All I had to do was convince Eric to play strip poker with me. And then to make sure I won. Not an easy task.

“I agree,” was the only answer I could give. I stood there as my two best friends stripped. They were both blushing. My face was probably just as red as theirs. We went downstairs with me in the lead and Kate in the back.

The first thing I saw was that a fourth boy had joined Sam, Kevin, and Pete. Roland was there now too. I wondered how Kate would react when she saw her little brother sitting there. I hoped she wouldn’t turn and run.

They didn’t. Neither one said a word. I knew then this was a total setup. It was all Sam’s idea.

“Uh-uh,” Sam said as Kate put a hand over her slit. “No covering up. Now that you’ve been warned, each time any one of you tries to hide what we want to see the five minutes starts over. Keep your hands to your sides.”

We stood there. It had to be horrible for Kate as her brother asked if he could touch. Sam approved it. The boy was twelve and this had to be heaven for him. Three naked older girls. He pretty much ignored his sister, but used his hands to feel Angel’s and my breasts and to run a finger into our slits. He made us dance as he caused both of us to wet ourselves.

Finally, the time was up. None of us could see a clock, but it didn’t seem as though Sam cheated on the time. He simply stood up and told us we could dress. Well, with one stipulation. Roland had my clothes, and he demanded that he dress me. More touching. I was beginning to think he was as bad as Sam.

“We’re sorry,” Angel said as soon as they were dressed and the boys gone. “We had to, or Sam swore he’d make us wish we had. Eric Turner will play, but you will have to give him a two-clothing lead. You could still win I guess, but it will be harder.”

“And once you are done, I will teach my little brother a lesson or two,” Kate declared. “He may think he has Sam’s protection, but I’ll take my chances.”

My first and only game of strip poker occurred the next afternoon. It was at Eric’s house. As Angel had said, to get him to agree I proposed a one clothing item in his favor. He countered with two. As soon as I agreed, the game was on.

I’d gone on line to learn how to play. It helped. It helped that Eric was unlucky. That and once he fell for a bluff. We were both down to just underpants. One of the good differences between girls and boys is that I could see his erection jutting out the front of his boxer.

The loser of this hand would be naked. He looked like he was as fearful of losing as I was. Maybe the outcome of this game was not picked by Sam. Maybe it was a real game. I looked at the five cards he dealt me. Nothing. No face cards, no pairs, and three different suits. Maybe I was wrong and I was supposed to lose.

I tossed the three lowest cards and got a pair of nines to replace them.

Eric also tossed three cards. He drew three more from the top of the deck. And then his face turned bright red. “Uh, how about if we play best of three games,” he murmured.

I wanted to say no. He had nothing, and I’d win. Unless he was bluffing. Could he force himself to blush or was it real?

“I bet …”

“You can’t bet, we’re both out of clothes,” he interrupted. “Show your cards and we’ll both get dressed and then play for best of three games. You can start with all your clothes.”

I decided. Win or lose, it was going to happen here. “I want to bet a dare,” I began.

“I fold,” he said. “I’m not doing dares.” He turned his cards face up. He had a queen high hand with no pairs, no straight, and no flush. I had won. He stood up. “Call your two friends. I’ll strip when they get here. Fifteen minutes, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. I felt sorry for him, but I would have felt even more sorry for myself. I called Kate and she said she and Angel would be there in two minutes.

“Eric, did you see me at the Moritz house yesterday?” I asked.

“No, that was by invitation only and Sam didn’t invite me. I heard a few things about it though.”

“This was a fair game, but it was designed for me to lose. You were supposed to invite Sam Moritz over if I lost, weren’t you?” I asked.

‘No, I was going to call Woody Nelson and Dean Castel,” he said. “Why would I invite a seventh grader?”

“Because, I was supposed to lose. This was arraigned by Sam Maritz. I just thought…” I trailed off. His face was still red, and the front of his underpants was bouncing around. “You deserve this,” I said. “Until my two friends get here.” I quickly removed my panties.

“Wow,” he exclaimed. The front of his boxers had a wet spot growing on it, and I was sure he wasn’t peeing himself. “Why did you do that?”

“Because you played fair, and I didn’t expect you to. And I trust you are going to meet the conditions were agreed to for the loser.” I paused, noticing his eyes were not on my face. “And because I kind of like you. And I really wanted to see you naked.”

“I, uh, kind of like you too. And I was hoping, shit, I lost and I still get what I want. Here’s what you were hoping for.” With that, he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. A long silver colored thread hung down from the tip of his penis. Which was something to be admired. I could see the veins along the side as it jerked up and down, greeting me.

Our mutual admiration was interrupted by a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” I said, pulling my panties back up. I opened the door without even thinking that it might be someone other than Kate and Angel. I was lucky when they were the ones at the door.

“Let see him,” Kate demanded as they came in. “Oh, Eric, I love it.”

I could see the total humiliation in his eyes. I’d been there. I decided to share a bit of it with him and took my panties off. Neither of my friends noticed me, but he did.

We stood there for a few minutes staring at each other. Then his right hand went to his thing. “I have to do this,” he sighed as he began stroking it.

A boy our age was masturbating as we watched! Not just any boy, but the cutest one in school. I joined him by pushing a finger into myself.

We reached the end within moments of each other. Mine was the familiar wetness that dribbled onto my hand. His was messier. Six or seven bursts of thick cum shot out from his thing as the purple head seemed to grow even bigger. I didn’t even see where they landed, my eyes were on the sight before me.

When it was done, Kate looked at her phone. “Time’s up,” she said. She sounded disappointed.

“What the hell?” Angel said as she saw me naked and wet. “Did you win or lose?”

I made another choice right then. “It was kind of a tie. We both were afraid to show our last hand and agreed to both lose. After you two leave, he gets to call his friends. I’d like to get it over with, so I hope you enjoyed the show.” Remaining naked, I escorted them to the door.

“We didn’t make any such agreement,” he said, his penis still partially inflated.

“You didn’t agree, but I did,” I said. “Call Woody Nelson and Dean Castel. Make sure they know not to take pictures. You were brave enough to show yourself. I’ll do the same.”

It was not as bad as I thought it would be. Especially when Eric offered to let them see me do something they’d never seen before, but only if they showed what they had. Dean lead the way, quickly lowering his shorts and boxers and showing a stiff penis with a bunch of hair around it.

Woody was slower, but it was worth the wait. His was the biggest penis I’d seen except for pictures of men I’d seen on line. I guessed it was five and a half inches, but it was very thin. And he didn’t have a lot of hair. But like Eric’s had been in front of my friends, it was jerking up and down.

I knew what Eric wanted me to do and once again stuck a finger in my slit. As I played with the little lump in there, all three boys couldn’t resist addressing their needs as well. The four of us masturbated in front of each other.

When it was done, I quickly dressed.

“Please, not a word of this to anyone,” Eric said to me. “That goes for you guys as well.”

“Who the hell would believe me anyway?” Dean asked. “But for the record, I don’t want kids knowing I jerked off in front of a cute girl either.”

“Same for me,” Woody agreed.

I triumphantly returned home, where I found Kate and Angel waiting. I wanted to tell them about seeing Woody and Dean play with themselves, but I’d agreed not to.

That fall, there was plenty of kids talking about what they’d done on summer vacation. I only heard two references about me and Shawn, and they were quickly hushed. No pictures ever appeared.

Eric and I became best friends. Then boy-girl friend. I hope it will last a lifetime.

The End.