The Lottery

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 Lottery: My Birthday



I wasn’t worried. The odds of winning were tremendously poor, about 100 in 1.8 million. I guess somewhere, at least someone hoped they would be the winner, but everyone I knew hoped their name and picture would not appear on the splash page. The winners each day were always boys who had just turned 14. There were 100 new boys picked every day of the year, so 36,500 boys a year. Today was my birthday, so I was eligible.

It started back in 2025, a couple of years before I was born. Parents were protecting their boys from being selected for military training. Some didn’t disclose births, others listed the boy as a girl. Until it began to get out of control, most got away with it. So the government had to do something. There were dozens of suggestions, but one seemed to satisfy everyone. The Lottery. One hundred boys per day would be selected on the day he turned 14.

If chosen, the family would immediately get 10 million credits. Even today, that’s a huge fortune. In addition, while serving in the border guard units, free college would be offered for all four years of service. And after their enlistment was up, they could leave the service and be eligible for 0.5% loans to buy a house and start a family, or their service jacket would be changed from draftee to enlistee (or officer if they had earned the credits) with all the pay and benefits given to those who joined up on their own.

A kid at school bet me that I’d be chosen. Robbie Wolff was someone who I sometimes was good with and sometimes fought with, but the odds of winning the lottery were so huge that I accepted the bet. It provided another reason to hope I didn’t win, as the loser had to give the winner two blowjobs plus two more for each day assigned. It could be for two days or three, again chosen randomly by a computer. If I won the Lottery, I’d have to suck him at least six times, possibly eight. If I didn’t, he’d only have to suck me twice. But the odds were greatly in my favor.

Originally, the Lottery had been too much of a success. Enlistments were headed down, and with a steep slope, as Lottery winners became rich while those who volunteered for 4 years of service came out with nothing more than a skill and free college tuition. They had to do something. A lot of ideas were put forth, but one stood out. Once the law was changed it reversed the trend. Public nudity had been made mandatory for winners of the Lottery. Originally it was just 10 hours of nudity. Then came the 50-50 draw for 20 or 30 hours. And then the masturbation clause was added. Suddenly, no boy wanted to win the Lottery and enlistments went back up to where they needed to be.

Lottery Winners would remain totally naked for the 2 or 3 days they ‘won’. Ten hours of the day had to be spent in public areas, including schools. And masturbation was required every 3 hours of the outside time.

As 4 PM rolled around here on the East Coast, my sister opened the splash. A moment later, the first name appeared. George Walker, ID 1014597-3156. Two days. The next was added 15 seconds later. Ninety-eight more to go. I have to admit, I was a little scared.

Number sixty-two appeared fifteen and a half minutes after the first. Drake Palmer, ID 4958106-5387. Three days.

“Drake, that’s you,” my sister shouted. “We’re gonna be rich!” She and my younger brother jumped up and started dancing around me yelling. She’s 13, and Devon is 12. And now Devon is exempt from the Lottery. Only one winner per household.

“Quiet down,” Dad ordered. “Drake has to absorb this.”

Absorb it hell! I needed to have a hole open up and swallow me. I had won the Lottery. And for three days. Plus that stupid bet with Robbie. Other kids had heard me accept it, there would be no way out of it. I’d have to suck his dick twice a day for three days, starting tomorrow, plus the two for being selected. Tomorrow was Friday. I would be naked in school, everyone’s nightmare. But then I’d have the two weekend days. All day, outside, in public places. This couldn’t happen. But it had.

I suppose my parents didn’t know what to say, because they said nothing. Even though it was early, I went to bed. I checked my com, and saw 28 messages. I read a few. One was a note of sympathy. Most of the others were congratulatory. Then I saw one from Lindsay Thompson that said, “I can’t wait until I get to see you naked tomorrow and watch you play with yourself!”

I decided to not even look at the rest. Sleep did not come easy that night.



The Lottery: Friday



The next morning, Dad suggested I leave the house naked.

“I don’t have to be naked until eight o’clock,” I responded.

“Yes, but you will be on the bus then. Do you want to have to strip while your peers watch you? Do you think they will make it easier? Remember what happens if you are even a single second late.”

He had a point. If I was not totally naked except for shoes by eight, I would still have to get that way, but the day would not count. And another day would be added for each minute, or part of a minute, that I was late. I remembered reading about a kid out west who went past two hours. He was charged with a crime. He was stripped naked, and handcuffs put on, and returned to school that way. And, they took away his Lottery prize while still holding him to its terms. As much as I hated the idea of starting early, Dad was right. I wouldn’t be able to do it on the bus.

My brother and sister were laughing their heads off as I came out of my room wearing nothing but shoes. My hands covered my privates, which Ashley pointed out, but Mom defended me. “He can do what he wants until eight. Then the rules begin to apply.” It was less directed at my sister and more at me – a reminder that once the time started I could (would) be punished for covering up.

Stepping out the front door of my house with my book bag on my back and nothing covering my body was the hardest thing I had ever done. As soon as I saw that the Thompson twins, Josh and Lindsay, were at the end of my driveway my dick rose to the occasion. The smile on the faces of the two thirteen-year-olds hurt, and I remembered the message Lindsay had sent me last night.

Ashley joined them, and they stood there until I also came down off the front steps. At least I wouldn’t have to put up with Devon. My brother was still in elementary school and walked there.

The bus stop had four other kids there, all waiting for me. Robbie Wolff reminded me of the bet, and the fact that I’d gotten the three-day Lottery choice. “Twice a day,” he said, not saying what we’d bet. It didn’t matter, other kids had heard it and by now they all knew I’d be sucking his dick.

“How about the first one right now?” I suggested in jest. There was no way he was going to expose himself to the other kids. Or to be in the middle of getting a blowjob when the bus pulled up.

“How about in the back of the bus,” he answered with a sly smile. As eighth graders, we were entitled to sit back there. “And maybe again on the way home.”

I frowned as the kids around me all made sounds like it would be them sucking him off. But I knew that each one, boy or girl, would be eager to sit as close to us as they could to watch me do it.

Here comes the bus,” Adam Westfall said. My hands went across my boner.

“He covered up,” Josh Thompson shouted. “He gets paddled!”

It isn’t eight o’clock yet,” I said to him. The disappointment on his face showed me how much kids would enjoy seeing me get paddled. That was the opening punishment for covering up. It would be shown on splash, so kids all across the country would be able to watch it too. There was always a kid who covered up. The first time wasn’t too bad, it was just two strikes with the spanking machine. But if it happened again, the force and number would both go up. Five times and an extra day was added for each time beyond that, with a public paddling on all added days. I was already in this for three days. I reminded myself that I had to be very careful.

I could hear the cheering as the bus pulled up to the stop. I was saved from blowing Robbie on the back seat. As I got on, the driver put me in the front seat, right behind him.

“Later,” Robbie said with a wink as he passed me by. Lindsay and my sister took the seats on the other side of the aisle. I could feel something sticky on my fingers and knew what it was. Now I had to be conscious of any precum or I’d be cleaning the bus.

Boarding at the remaining stops slowed down as each student who got on paused a second to look at me. Several demanded that I move my hands, but since my time hadn’t started yet, I kept them right where they were.

The countdown started with a minute to go, everyone on the bus except the driver and me yelling out each second. At fifteen seconds, I saw Lindsay pull out her com. Taking pictures was allowed. After all, I’d be shown to the world in all my glory via splash as soon as the local news knew where I was.

I have to admit I had spent many days on this bus looking at pictures of other kids going through what I now was experiencing. To the best of my memory, all of them were fully erect. I found vids of them on splash as they jacked off. I’d watched them get paddled. I made comparisons to my own dick. And I never thought for a single second that I would soon be joining their ranks.

When we reached my school, I could see that there was a line of kids on both sides of the sidewalk leading to the front door. Any hope I might have had that kids didn’t know I’d won the Lottery was smashed. I forced my hands to my back to hopefully keep me from fulfilling my overwhelming desire to cover. My dick proudly pointed the way.

Scores of kids had coms out to record my humiliation. Even when my time was over, they’d still have the pictures and videos of me. As I got closer, I could feel my dick twitching. It was all I could do to keep from turning around and running home.

Touching was not permitted except under rare conditions, but that didn’t keep several girls from ‘accidently’ touching my dick. I knew I could complain, but as long as they pretended the contact was accidental, nothing was likely to be done. Although they were quick touches, it was enough for me to fire off. Without a pumping action from my hand, it wasn’t as good a relief as jacking off would have been. And then I remembered, in three hours I’d be doing it to myself.

And all of it was recorded. I heard my own com from inside my school bag, notifying me that I had new videos on my Splash page. I knew that some of them were of me. Kids all across the country were seeing me entering school naked. I’d have similar views of the other boys who won last night’s Lottery.

Miss Granger, the principal, held the door open for me. She’d seen girls touching me, and the result, but didn’t mention it. “There will be a short assembly at 10:45 and another one at 2:30,” she stated as she walked next to me. “I assume you know the purpose of them?”

I did. I was to jack off on stage in front of the entire school. “I thought it had to be every three hours.”

“There are allowances of up to one hour in the rule. We can’t have you disrupting a class in session or interfering with your own education.”

Then she left. I got the books I would need and headed for my first class. A few girls thought that they could feel me up until I complained that they were violating the touching rules and turned back towards the administrative offices.

Miss Granger finally took action. She made an announcement over the PA reminding students that purposeful touching of the privates of a Lottery Winner would subject them to the penalties proscribed by law.

No matter what the rules were, my naked presence in classrooms was disruptive. Most teachers struggled to keep their student’s attention on the material being covered and not on me, with varying amounts of success. Mrs. Wilson made me stand in front of the class. “Get a look now,” she instructed. “When I start class, anyone not paying attention will get a Saturday detention and miss any activities Mr. Palmer is part of.” It seemed to work pretty well, except for the three horrible minutes I stood totally naked in front of my peers.

The teacher for my last morning class began by announcing that class would end early for a short assembly in the auditorium. The laughter and whistles showed that the other students knew as well as I did what the purpose would be.

I had somehow survived the first two and a half hours of being naked. Now I had to face an even bigger fear. I had to mount the steps to the stage where I would jack off in front of the entire student body.

Miss Granger was waiting for me. In the front center of the stage was the bed from the first aid office. It had the back raised at a forty-five-degree angle, but the foot position was set as low as it would go. Laying on it would give the best view of me. Fear had made my dick go soft.

“You have fifteen minutes to complete this,” she said to me. “Get up there and get started. Don’t use anything to keep people from watching.” I knew the rules. I’d seen countless other boys do this before me.

“What if I, you know, can’t do it?” I asked. Again, I already knew. I was just buying for time.

“You know the rules by now. I’m sure you’ve seen other boys on splash who couldn’t do it. Get started or you will run out of time.”

I laid on the bed. As soon as I did, a spotlight was turned on, pointed at my privates. I could hear my classmates, but could no longer see them because they were in the darkened auditorium and I had the bright light shining on me. I tried to coax my dick into getting hard, but it didn’t want to respond.

‘Lottery Rule 12: All Lottery winners will masturbate to orgasm a required three times during the ten-hour public display time described elsewhere. It must be completed within a Reasonable Time, not longer than one-half hour. Rule 12a: Failure to meet Rule 12 will be considered as a double Covering (Rule 9). Rule 12b: If the winner completes the session, i.e., has an orgasm, but takes longer than the defined Reasonable Time, the rule can be considered met one time. If it occurs more than once, it will be treated as a failure to meet Rule 12.’

I knew the rules. If I couldn’t get it done, it would be the same as if I’d covered up twice. I’d get paddled with 4 strikes by the machine. And closer yet to having a fourth day added. That reminded me that I still owed Robbie Wolf at least two blowjobs today after school. That thought eliminated any chance that I would be able to successfully jack off.

At the end of the fifteen minutes, I was mostly hard, but not even close to feeling like I could shoot. Miss Granger came out and said my time was up. “I will have the spanking machine brought over and set up on stage. After this afternoon’s show it will be used. Better luck then.”

The spotlight went out. There were mixed sounds from my audience. Some were happy they’d get to see me get wacked. Others were disappointed that they didn’t get to see me shoot.

The rest of the day went pretty much like the morning. At just after two o’clock, another assembly was announced by the teacher. I heard all the ooh’s and aww’s from my classmates, some of whom were hoping for a better show than this morning. Others were looking forward to seeing me cry from being spanked hard eight times, which would be the punishment if I couldn’t manage to cum.

But this time I had a plan. First off, I knew what to expect. I wouldn’t be able to see my audience, so there was no reason to think about them. Second, I thought about one person. Angie Flynn. My age, currently sitting next to me. Not by accident either. At the beginning of the year I had chosen this seat in order to be next to her. She had big boobs compared to most of the other girls. No, I’ve never seen them, only the amount by which they stick out from her chest. She had long, blond hair, and a single freckle on her left cheek.

I did my best to ignore the spanking machine as I entered the auditorium. I walked to the bed, picturing her in my mind. Naked, like me. It worked. I got hard right away, and pretending it was her hand sliding up and down on my dick, I met the requirements with plenty of time to spare.

Miss Granger directed me to the machine. It was an odd-looking contraption, designed for one purpose – spanking. It had a seat, but not for your butt You sat with the back of your thighs on the seat and your ass hanging off the end. There was a rail to hold your hands out to the sides. Once, long ago, a boy had a finger broken when he tried to rub his butt before the spanking was over. Safety improvements had since been made. Miss Granger secured my wrists to the rail using soft wrist bands fastened to the rail. The last part was a chin rest. It was slid over under my chin and kept me from looking away. If I cried, and I’d seen many other boys before me do so, it would be clearly shown on splash.

“For failure to perform the required morning session, I am setting this for four strokes with a setting of 4 for intensity,” Miss Granger explained.

I knew from watching other boys on splash that it wasn’t four strokes. It was eight. There were two paddles that were spring-loaded. They each hit one side of the exposed ass, first on the left and then on the right. Then, after about ten seconds, it was repeated. For me, it would be a total of 4 swats to each cheek.

I prayed it wouldn’t hurt enough to make me cry. Not with just four! The first paddle hit. At first, it was the sound of the slap that got my attention, not pain. But as the second paddle hit my other cheek, I felt a burn from the left. Then a pause. Most people were watching my face, even though my dick and balls were fully exposed. But they’d had all day to see my junk.

The second stroke landed on each side, and the burn got worse. I gulped, knowing I was only half way. I tried to wiggle or move my hands after the third pair. My ass was on fire.

I almost broke down after the last two strokes. As soon as my arms were free and I could stand I did the same dance I’d seen hundreds of boys before me do. My hands were rubbing my butt and my dick and balls jumped up and down as I jerked around trying to ease the pain. But I hadn’t cried.

I didn’t want to sit on the bus seat, but standing was not permitted. But by the time we reached my stop the pain was mostly gone. Now I had another duty. The bet. I followed Robbie to his house.

My brother saw me and either knew or guessed why I was going to the Wolf’s house. He came running over. “Go back home Devon,” I ordered.

“He can watch,” Robbie said. “In fact, he can have one of mine.”

“No way am I sucking my little brother,” I stated firmly.

“Your choice. But you should know I jacked off in the stalls in the lavatory twice today. It might take a while for you to get me going twice in a row.”

“I don’t have to do them one after the other,” I responded. “I can come back after dinner.”

“I’ve got a ball game at six and I have to be there by five thirty. We only have time for two. And if you don’t complete them, I can complain to the Lottery people that you failed to do as you promised.”

It was another one of the stupid rules. Bets were fairly common, and many kids wanted to escape them. If he complained and the board ruled in his favor, they could allow him to modify the bet. Or add another cover up penalty, which would mean my third one and I’d be paddled again.

I looked at Devon, who smiled back at me. He was twelve, and his bare legs showed no hair. Knowing that even if he shot, it would be a lot less than what Robbie was going to give me, which made me think it might be worth it. But he was my brother!

“I promise I won’t tell any other kids you did it,” Devon offered.

We’d made it to Robbie’s bedroom. “Lose the pants,” I said.

“Do me first,” Robbie said. “Then I can get my uniform on while you suck his dick.”

My next-door neighbor removed his lower clothing. His dick was almost hard, sticking out nearly five inches. He had several inches of pubic hair surrounding it, and his sack hung down with ovals in it that were about the same size as mine.

He sat on the edge of his bed and spread his legs wide apart. As I knelt in front of him I could smell piss, body odor, and cum. “Uh, I want to wash it first,” I said.

“Go get a wet washcloth,” he said to my brother. As soon as Devon was out of the room he said to me, “I’ll let you out of the bet after you give me one more tomorrow morning if you promise to cover up once. I want to see if you can handle six strokes. You barely managed to take four.”

Which did I like the worst? Sucking the dick of my fourteen-year-old neighbor twice a day for the next few days, or taking another session with the spanking machine?

“Think about it,” he offered when he saw I was thinking it over. “You can make up your mind after you taste my cum.”

Devon returned, and I used the wet cloth to wipe all of Robbie’s dick. That not only got rid of most of the smell, but also got him fully erect.

We’d all seen boys doing this for the first time on splash. It wasn’t something that was normally allowed to be shown, but when it involved Lottery winners, the Lottery officials permitted it. I knew from those who had been in this position before me that I didn’t need to try and take his entire dick in my mouth. It was better to just concentrate on the purple head and an inch or two of the shaft. That, and to not let him feel my teeth on his sensitive skin.

I had expected it to take as little as a minute or two. But whether my assumption was just totally wrong or because he’d jacked off a few times already that day, it took more like seven or eight minutes. I could sense that he was getting close, and as the moment arrived he used his hands to hold my face against him. He shot four quick bursts of cum. It tasted a bit foul, and the texture was not what I was expecting. If he hadn’t held my head in place, I would have spit it out. But with his hands behind my head, I had no choice but to swallow it.

As he released me, I made up my mind. “I’d like out of the bet,” I said. “I’ll do what you want today.”

“You let him out of the bet?” Devon asked. “Why?”

“Because he’s going to do something else instead.”

“It isn’t your bet, so don’t ask,” I said, anticipating the obvious question from him. “Get your pants off.”

Distracted by the reminder that I was going to do the same to him that he’d just watched me do to Robbie, he quickly removed his shorts and briefs.

Robbie used the wet towel to wipe himself before dressing in his baseball uniform. I got between my brother’s legs.

I wondered if I looked like that when I was twelve and a half. His prick stood up proudly, but saying it was four inches might have been a bit of an exaggeration. He only had a few small curlies above the base, and his balls held nothing bigger than large grapes. But that didn’t remove my revulsion of having to suck it.

He was more vocal by far than Robbie had been, and clearly signaled his impending send-off by a loud, high-pitched moan. He copied what he had seen, grabbing the back of my head just a second before three thin and tasteless bursts of cum were deposited in my mouth.

“I gotta go, which means you two have to leave,” Robbie said as soon as we were finished. “Be back here before eight in the morning so we can do it in my room before your ten hours outside starts.”

As we left his house, Devon actually said, “Thank you.”

“I’d rather do you than Robbie,” I admitted. “You don’t shoot as much, and it doesn’t contain spermies yet either.”

“What did you trade the bet for?” he asked.

“You’ll see tomorrow,” was the only answer I was going to give him.

Ashley and Lindsay were on the back porch of our house when we got there.

“We know what Josh was doing with Robbie, but why were you there as well?” my sister asked.

“He sucked my dick too!” Devon said without thinking. My sister and Lindsay laughed.

“Go tell that to Josh,” Lindsay stated. “He’s already jealous that Robbie made the bet and won. Finding out that it included you will kill him.”

“No, don’t,” I shouted, but Devon ignored me and ran off to find Lindsay’s twin brother. I tried to get up the steps and into the house, but Ashley reminded me I had to stay outside until 6 p.m. It was a good thing she told me too, because if she had let me go inside it would have been another rule violation.

“Your next show starts at six,” Lindsay added. “Everybody will be showing up to watch. We decided you can do it back here. Can boys do it standing up?”

I’d forgotten the third public jackoff session. “Yeah,” I muttered to answer Lindsay’s question.

“What does Robbie’s thing look like?” Ashley asked. “How big is it? Does he have as much hair as you do?”

“And tell us about Devon too,” Lindsay directed. “It’ll kill him to know you told us.”

At first, I was tempted to refuse. But then, I decided there were very few opportunities to get revenge on anyone, so I described both of them, making sure in my description to shave a quarter inch off the length of their dicks.

I can’t remember if I’d ever jacked off standing up before, but shortly after that I proved I could in front of a score of neighbor kids.

The Lottery: Saturday



That night, being naked in front of my parents was somehow even worse than in front of peers. Since I hadn’t slept well the night before, I went to bed early, and managed to sleep soundly, waking just after six in the morning. That gave me two hours before I had to be outside again, so I showered and ate some breakfast. Then I looked at the splash. I thought I was only going to look at the other Lottery winners from yesterday, but I had to see what others were seeing of me. It’s a very odd feeling to see yourself naked and humiliated in public on splash, but oddly enough, it almost got me hard. I turned off my com, knowing that I was going to have to jack off in public settings three times today.

I went to Robbie’s house at the required time, dreading what I had to do. He was waiting for me outside. “Don’t cover up,” he said as soon as he saw my hands moving. “I’ve got another choice for you.”

“Fuck this,” I asserted. “I just want to get it over with.”

“No, wait, hear me out,” he said. “I was going to trick you. There’s a couple of other guys in my room. We were all going to swear that not only did you cover up, but you refused to move your hands when we called it out.”

“That would be a rule violation,” I challenged. “On you and your friends. You could all become like me, only without the reward.”

“If you could convince them we were lying.” He looked me straight in the eye. “Yeah, it’s a risk, but we considered it a small one. We guessed that the worse outcome would be that the judges wouldn’t be able to determine who was telling the truth and just charge you with covering up.”

“So if you weren’t worried about the potential risk, why tell me?”

“Maybe I’m getting soft, but I think maybe the thought of putting you into another day by lying was getting way outside the bet we’d agreed to in the first place. I have another way for you to get out of it.” He paused, but continued when I didn’t say anything.

“Josh Thompson came over last night. He heard from your brother the deal we made yesterday and wanted to know if he could get anything from it. That’s what made me think about tricking you today. Instead of telling the Lottery officials that you wouldn’t uncover, I’ll let you make a deal with him.”

“Only he threatened to tell the officials that you were lying,” I stated. “He turned the tables on you.”

“No, he made no threats at all. But that idea did come to mind. It changed the equation. So this morning I called him and asked what he wanted. We even negotiated. He’ll be happy with you sucking him and his cousin off. And Devon again. He wants two, but only one for his cousin and your brother. That’s four blowjobs, but you don’t get paddled again. And his cousin is the same age as your brother. If we stuck with the bet, you’d still owe me six more.”

“Or I could cover up and end the bet without giving any more blowjobs,” I countered.

“Yeah. But think back to how much it hurt getting four swats on each cheek. Do you really want to try six? And at the harder setting?”

In my mind, I was also thinking how much closer it would bring me to having another day added. If I were to cover up twice more after that, it would happen. I knew Josh’s cousin. He and my brother were friends. Noah looked the same as Devon, which might mean little or no cum to swallow. And Josh wouldn’t shoot as much as Robbie would.

“So, let me make sure I understand this. If I agree to suck Josh twice, and Noah and Devon once, then the bet is over. You get nothing.”

“I got a blowjob,” he responded. “That’s not nothing. But yeah, that’s the offer. No tricks. If you have doubts, you can still honor the bet by giving me the two per day until your Lottery naked time is up.”

It still sounded fishy. He was giving up too much. He’d wanted to see me cry on the spanking machine. “I’ll get with Josh soon, and if that’s the deal, I’ll take it.” He nodded and turned towards his door.

I headed to the other side of my house and went to the Thompson’s. My sister was with Lindsay on their front porch.

“Just because you’re outside naked now, you still have to stay that way until 6 p.m.,” Ashley stated. “You can start early if you want, but the required ten hours are from 8 until 6.”

By the rules, I was still required to be naked, but I could have waited inside my house, hell, inside my room, until eight o’clock. But I had left early to get the blowjob I owed to Robbie done inside his house.

“I need to see Josh,” I said to Lindsay.

“Why?”

“My business. Okay if I go inside?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess. He’s probably still asleep.”

I entered the house and went straight to his room, which was empty. I heard the shower running from the bathroom across the hall. The door wasn’t locked, so I entered and Josh almost fell down when I pulled the shower curtain back and caught him jacking off. I got a good look at the dick I might soon have in my mouth. Compared to Robbie, his was less disgusting. Shorter, thinner, and as I looked, I saw a burst of cum. It looked clear, not white. No sperm.

“What the hell are you doing,” he yelled as he tried to cover up his own nudity.

“I just came from Robbie’s house. You want me to finish that? I can do it now, but I need to first hear from you what the deal is. And we don’t have much time before I have to be outside.”

“No, I’ve already cum a little, so not now,” he said. His cheeks were red. “The deal was you blow me twice and Noah and Devon once, and I don’t tell the Lottery people what you and he agreed to.”

“Okay, I just needed to confirm that,” I smirked. I could imagine his shame at me catching him jacking off. “We’ll do it in my room this evening. See you then.” I pulled the curtain closed again. As I left, I thought about leaving the bathroom door open, but then I decided I didn’t want to piss him off.

“Where are you going to do your three shows?” Ashley asked as I left the house. “I haven’t seen anything on splash yet.”

I hadn’t thought about that. The rules said it was to be public, and not in a confined space. But there would be Lottery officials there to ensure the site I chose would be public enough. Some communities set up a stage, but mine hadn’t. I was supposed to have the location marked on splash no later than nine in the morning.

“We were thinking the ball fields,” Lindsay proposed. “There are four fields, and I’m sure we could interrupt a game if all four were in use.”

Not a bad idea, except that most of the spectators would be parents watching their kids play. I didn’t want to do it for an audience that was mostly made up of adult women.

Then I had it. “The high school football field. There’s plenty of seats in the bleachers on each side.” I hadn’t brought my com with me. “Can I borrow your com? Or can you post it on splash?”

My sister gave me a look of pure evil. “No to both. You’ll have to go in the house to get it, and you have one minute. Or, don’t publish it at all.”

I couldn’t reach the house and be back outside in time, and it was obvious she would report me if I was as much as one second late. That would result in the same as a cover-up. Not publishing where I would do it would add a day. “Please?” I begged.

All I got in response was giggles. I ran to the house and grabbed my com, exiting at 8:01:48. I used the com to report it myself. Then I posted the location I had chosen. A few minutes later I was informed by the Lottery people that the machine would be set up on the field to be used after the 5 p.m. public masturbation. Thank god I hadn’t accepted Robbie’s offer to cover up!

The day had not gotten off to a good start. I was allowed to spend some time in my front yard, but I also had to frequent more public areas. The rules contained a list of possible places, and I decided to just head to town where everyplace met the requirements.

It wasn’t quite as bad as being in school. Reporters soon found me and followed me around; they’d post dozens of photos of me on their splash pages. Kids I knew from school were still interested, but since all of them who had been in school yesterday had already seen me, it wasn’t as bad. Don’t get me wrong, I was still naked and totally embarrassed about it. The ones who were the most interested were elementary school kids, and surprisingly, high school kids. I got that girls from that age group would be interested, but surprised that boys were too. Even 16 and 17-year-old boys. I guess I fell into the celebrity group now.

A little before 11 in the morning I headed to the high school. The field was green and lush grass as I made my way to the center. Scores of kids had followed me, and more were arriving from all directions. When my com showed it was eleven, I got down on my back. Kids were gathering around, eager to see it from a few feet away. I could hear one of the reporters trying to get kids to clear a path for him, but I closed my eyes before I could see if his request was honored. I put the Angie Flynn image in my mind. I’m sure she doesn’t think of me like I do of her, but I hope she never finds out that in order to get hard and do what I had to I used what I thought she looked like when naked.

It was awkward, but every time something distracted me, I again drew upon my mental image of her and got back to business. When I was ready, I tilted to the side to spray my cum onto the grass. My eyes were still closed, but when a boy shouted “Asshole” I opened them and saw I had just deposited a dollop of my seed onto his shoes. His problem for standing there watching me. He was my age; he should know about boys shooting.

I squeezed the last of it out and stood, getting a cheer from the crowd. A few minutes later my com chimed and I looked. It showed an incoming call from the Lottery people. Dreading what they might be calling me about, I answered it.

“Hello Drake,” a female voice said. “You did choose an appropriate place for your public masturbation, but there is a problem.”

“What did I do wrong?” My heart was beating rapidly, and not because I’d just finished jacking off. This could result in yet another penalty.

“Nothing, relax. This happens on occasion. The kids who were closest to you blocked the view of all the ones behind them. Don’t worry, we will fix it. When you return for your second session, there will be a cam connected to the scoreboard. You will need to center yourself under the cam, and warn kids not to lean on the legs holding it up. You may tell them that it is an order from the Lottery Committee, which it is. Most kids are smart enough to follow such rules. And next time, don’t turn to the side, just stay on your back so the cam can capture it. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” I said, relieved to not be in trouble. We disconnected.

I returned to town, where as long as I hung around a burger joint without blocking the door I was offered a free lunch. I guess they thought I would be good for business, and judging by the number of kids who were always around me, I guess it probably worked out well for the owner.

After lunch, I needed to pee. Just as normal rules for being naked were suspended for me, so were some rules for that. I couldn’t pee on the streets or sidewalks, but if I moved to the edge of town and peed on trees, I would be fine. I was allowed to use public and private bathrooms, but it was generally considered almost a rule that that use was limited to defecating, which I didn’t need to do.

Around two in the afternoon, it was time to return to the football field. As soon as I entered I could see the com. It was ten feet off the ground, supported by three legs. All the legs had signs warning kids not to touch them under penalty. I gave the same warning, as I’d been told to do. The last thing I wanted was to have someone knock a leg out and then have the Lottery people find out that I didn’t do as ordered on the com call.

I got into position under it, and glanced at the scoreboard. I was perfectly placed. It was horrifying to see a huge image of my privates displayed like that. Even thinking about Angie Flynn didn’t immediately work. But I knew I had to complete it or suffer even more consequences, so I forced all thoughts from my mind except for one.

It took a few minutes longer, but it worked. This time, my cum shot up and arced back down over my belly, earning me even more cheers and laughter. As I opened my eyes, I saw that the crowd was larger than this morning, but more people were in the stands. With it clearly shown on the 48 by 27 super com display, they could see even better than those a few feet away from me. On it, I could even see the spots where my cum had landed. And I knew that image would be downloaded to tens of thousands of coms across the country.

My third session was even more difficult. Next to the tripod was the spanking machine. It had three cameras set up around it. One would show my face, one my privates, and one from the back that would show my ass.

I used my mental prop to get off, but I was concerned about the time it took. I checked my com, relieved to see that while I thought it had been close to the half hour allowed time, it was really only a little over 17 minutes. But now I had to make my way to the machine.

A fireman was in charge of getting me in position and secured, and making the correct settings. I was facing the scoreboard screen, and could see all three images of me clearly displayed.

“Five hits, with a setting of five,” the fireman said.

“No sir!” I yelled. I couldn’t turn my head to look at him. “Just 3 hits. Please call…”

“Relax,” he said laughing. “I know it is only three. I’ve set it properly. Here we go.”

Laughter from the kids gathered around showed they appreciated his joke. I heard the tightening of the springs on the paddles and waited.

Like yesterday, the first paddle was released on my left butt cheek. The sound it made was louder, and the pain began almost immediately. I couldn’t watch it on the scoreboard, so I looked down, which was even worse. Right in front of me were my siblings, Ashley and Devon, and also the twins, Josh and Lindsay, and their cousin Noah. It reminded me that when this was done I had to suck off the three boys.

With that memory in my head, the second paddle was released. My eyes returned to the scoreboard, which now showed the score 1 – 0 in favor of the home team Lions.

I was quickly reminded of something that I had heard once while watching some other poor kid getting paddled. The force setting was not linear, it was an exponential function. I knew this because it was used in math class when we were learning powers. The force increased by a power of 1.5. Thus, my setting of 3 had a force that was 5.2 times as hard as a setting of 1. Yesterday in school, the force applied was 2.8 times as hard as the first setting.

By the third hit tears were already running down my cheeks. My ass was on fire, and I was squirming to try and get away from the machine. But it’s design and the wrist restraints made that impossible.

As the final paddle landed on my right cheek, the fireman quickly released me and steadied me as I got down. I did the dance, sobbing for the cam. I glanced at the scoreboard and only the facing cam image was displayed. You could count the tears as they dripped from my chin and watch my dick and balls bounce up and down as I hopped around and did all I could to rub the pain away.

“This has been the best day of my life,” Ashley said to me as the pain finally lessened. “Seeing you naked, watching you get paddled, playing with yourself, all of it. Not to mention the ten million credits Mom and Dad got when you won the Lottery. And to think you still have another day to go.”

Josh, Noah, and Devon waited until the girls moved off. “We have to wait until after 6,” I began.

“Yeah, but that’s only half an hour. We can go back to your house and wait. The girls will be around, but I don’t think they know about the change to the bet you made with Robbie.” I could see a tent in Josh’s shorts.

“Okay,” was all I could say. We followed the girls to my house. They entertained themselves watching me as I stood naked in the front yard.

“What are you guys doing?” Ashley asked me as we headed for the house at exactly 6 p.m.

“None of your business,” Devon stated.

“Just remember, while he can now go inside any building, he can’t be behind a closed door,” Lindsay asserted.

Her twin brother looked at me. “She’s kind of right,” I said. It was actually an interpretation of a rule preventing me from being inside my own room with the door closed, and over the years that rule was first extended to bathrooms, and then to closets, and finally any room in any house. Going to Devon’s room and closing the door was not strictly prohibited, but locking it so that the girls could not enter would almost certainly be considered as a violation. And after the paddling session I’d just had, it was not a risk I was willing to take. I explained all this to the three other boys.

“I’m gonna ask Dad to order you to stay out of my room,” Devon said. Good for him, he was thinking. Now he just needed assurances from our dad. Lindsay and Ashley were already frowning. Devon ran inside.

We followed, but slower than him. A few seconds later he and Dad came out of the kitchen.

“Is this something that your brother or other boys are making you do?” Dad asked me, showing that Devon had told him why they wanted the girls prevented from entering his room while we were in there.

“No. It is something I agreed to. A change to the bet I made with Robbie Wolf. It could be done after my three days are done, but I think they want it done tonight.”

“Girls, stay out of Devon’s room. Don’t open the door.”

“That’s not fair,” Ashley complained.

“You want fair? Okay, I’ll give it to you. You and Lindsay can go and watch, but on one condition. You will need to be as naked as Josh is. I can’t impose such a rule on Lindsay, but I can on you. That will make it fair.”

“Do it!” Lindsay squealed.

“Yeah, do it, little Noah added. “I don’t care if you see me naked.”

“No way,” my sister snarled. She looked at her best friend. “Unless you do it too.”

For a second I thought that Lindsay was going to agree to it. My dick was responding to the idea of seeing the two thirteen-year-old girls naked. Then, her face turning red, Lindsay turned down the offer.

My sister frowned. “Well, at least you’ll get to watch it I guess,” she said to her friend.

The boys now complained that was unfair to them, but it raised an interesting question of the law’s interpretation. Could my dad prevent a guest from entering a room I was in during my Lottery naked time? I didn’t want to find out the hard way.

“Dad, perhaps a compromise,” I suggested. “Noah said he doesn’t care if the girls see him naked. They can come and watch that part. But then they agree to leave us alone while I take care of Devon and Josh.”

I could tell that Ashley had been hoping to see Josh’s dick, but she did look at Noah before saying she’d agree to that. Lindsay also accepted it, and that left it up to Noah. Did he really mean what he’d said?

The kid’s face reddened. “I’ll do it if Devon will too,” he said.

It was obvious that my brother was thinking about it, but it appeared that he was going to refuse until Josh spoke up.

“I made a deal with Robbie Wolf that included you two guys,” he said, looking at his cousin and my brother. “But I can change it if I want. If you guys want in on this, you’ll let the girls watch. Otherwise, you’re out. Devon, if that’s a problem, me and Noah can go to Drake’s room, or mine.”

The thought of getting a blowjob overrode the fear of being seen naked by two girls. I was only mildly surprised when Noah accepted, but was totally astonished when my brother did too.

“We may as well go to my room, it’s a bit bigger than Noah’s,” I said.

“Girls, leave your com’s. I don’t want this on splash.” Dad’s voice was firm, and both girls handed over their phones. “You too,” he said to the three boys.”

“You first,” Devon said when we entered my room.

“You’d better not chicken out,” Noah responded. I was surprised at how quickly he stripped off his lower clothing. And a little relieved. If anything, he was a bit less developed than my brother. I got him in position on my bed and went to work on his dick, which was no more than four inches long.

Four minutes later he had a dry but noisy cum.

“Your turn,” he said to my brother.

“Shit, I can’t take this,” Josh said as he lowered his shorts. “I gotta cum. Right now, give me my first one.” He added his boxers to the other clothes on the floor and took a seat on the edge of my bed.

Precum was leaking out of the swollen pink head, and it was jerking up and down. “Hurry up and do it,” he begged me.

I gave my sister three more seconds to see him before hiding most of his dick inside my mouth. He was right about being horny, I’d barely started before he drove his hips up and pushed all the way inside before several bursts of cum exploded into my mouth. I was surprised at how many times he shot, and had no choice but to swallow it all down.

“I’m gonna need that again soon,” he said. “But it’s Devon’s turn now.”

I think all of us thought he was going to chicken out as he stood there for nearly a full minute. But then, as his ears lit up, he dropped his shorts and pushed his briefs down and then stepped out of both of them. He kept his hands over his privates until he was in position and ready to start.

I think the giggles from the girls as they listened to his moans of pleasure were throwing him off because it took much longer to finally make him cum than it had yesterday. As I stood, he just sat there, his junk on display. He looked exhausted but very satisfied.

I gave the two girls a brief time to stare at the boys, all of whom were still mostly naked, before telling them we’d met the deal. I followed them to the door and closed it behind them.

“Thanks, Drake,” my brother said again as he got up. He and Noah began putting clothes on again as Josh said he was ready.

I was afraid that since he’d only just shot it would take forever, but it wasn’t bad. No more than five minutes passed before he again filled my mouth with his cum.

The bet was now paid. All I have to do is get through tomorrow. As long as I don’t violate any rules, no more paddling, and when I return to school on Monday I’ll be fully dressed.

The Lottery: Sunday and the End



This morning I wasn’t distracted by having to run off and give blowjobs, so I thought through the rules and what I needed to do. First, I had to select a new public area for my ‘shows’. My brother actually helped with that.

“I saw on splash that some other kid made a deal with a movie theater to do it right after a movie was done.” He held out his com and I watched the kid jack off in front of a packed theater.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll head over there as soon as I’m outside.” Today, I wasn’t about to leave the house any earlier than I needed to.

“Do I get anything for showing you that?” he asked.

I almost told him to fuck off, but then I realized it really was a good idea. “Look, if the theater agrees to allow me to do it, I’ll blow you tonight just before bed. But only if they agree, which I think they will, it seems like a good idea.”

“If his and our parents approve it, could Noah sleep over?”

I knew what he was asking. Would I suck his friend again too? What the hell, the kid didn’t even cum yet. “Okay, it was a good idea, so, yeah. If the theater agrees.”

Shortly before nine in the morning, I was outside the front doors to our only movie theater. I could see someone moving around inside and knocked on the door. A few minutes later an adult came up and unlocked it and asked what I needed.

I explained my idea, well, Devon’s idea. He thought about it for a few seconds.

“I have two movies that are geared for young teens, but they are rated G and I’m losing money on them. I think your idea will work for both of us. You advertise it like you have to on splash, with the rule that the audience must purchase tickets for the show. Nobody not in the theater when the show ends will be allowed in. I’ll run the movies two hours apart, which means you’ll have to put on your show four times, not just three. I think that will satisfy the Lottery committee that you are meeting the definition of public, but you’d better check to be sure.”

He waited while I used my com to check. It sounded like the same lady I’d talked to yesterday as I explained the plan. She agreed, as long as the owner didn’t raise ticket prices beyond what he normally charged for the movie. And that he allows someone in the projection booth to put my show on splash. Since the owner was listening in, I got his agreements right away and we set up the times. I then posted it.

By the time of my first show, I was no longer attracting crowds of kids. By now, nearly anyone who wanted to see me naked had done so. Not that I was ever alone, I had a dedicated following that included my sister and Lindsay and other girls who were in my grade at school.

But even that group shrunk to almost nobody two hours before I was due on stage. One of the kids who worked there came out and got me, and took me through a place I didn’t know even existed. We came out behind the screen, and I could see that the credits were running on the movie.

“Mr. Keller is very pleased, we more than sold out,” the boy who had brought me here said. As the lights came on, the screen was raised and spotlights lit me up. Just before I was blinded, I saw that every seat was taken and scores more kids were lined up on each aisle.

I got a loud cheer as I stepped to the front of the stage. As before, I drew my favorite thought and did my best to ignore all distractions. As I began shooting, I heard a short scream from right in front of me and opened my eyes to see a girl of about 15 scrambling to keep from being hit.

I completed the next three shows the same way. When the last one was done, Mr. Keller came to thank me.

“I wish it was legal for you to do that every weekend when I have a show nobody wants to watch,” he said to me. “I’d cut you in for a percentage of the profit.”

“Maybe soon we’ll have another boy from here,” I offered. It occurred to me that I was the first boy from our town to win the Lottery.

I spent the last hour of my public time outside the theater, where lots of kids were coming and going. I even spotted a few adults with coms taking pictures of me. Even my sister and Lindsay had left, they had bought tickets to two of the four shows and wanted to see the last one but got there too late – it was sold out.

I was about to head for home when a girl of about 11 asked if she could touch it. A woman who I am sure was her mother told her no. “It isn’t allowed.”

“I don’t care, and I won’t bother to report it,” I said honestly. My dick was limp, after the number of times I’d beat off in the last three days I didn’t think I’d need to do it again for at least a week.

“If you’re sure,” the woman said. I nodded. “Go ahead then, but just for a minute. And then you need to go to the girl’s room and wash your hands.”

The girl didn’t hesitate to take it between her two hands. It actually felt good, as awkward as it was having a girl around 3 years my junior feeling me up while her mother watched.

“Is this what Tim’s thing looks like?” the girl asked. Then I suddenly knew who she was. Tim Washington was in my grade, but he was a year younger, having skipped a grade somewhere. He’d helped me with school work a time or two.

“Tim is six months younger than this boy,” her mother said. “He probably is smaller and has less hair.” I gasped as she cradled my ball sack in her hand for a second. “And his stones are probably much smaller too.”

“I hope when it is his birthday that he wins the Lottery too,” the girl said as she let go of my member. “Thank you,” she added just before she and her mother entered the theater.

“Why’d you let her touch you?” Devon asked from behind me. I hadn’t known he and Noah were there.

“I don’t know, I guess it really doesn’t matter,” I said honestly.

“Her name is Naomi,” Noah stated. “She’s in our grade, and I kind of like her, but she asked so many questions during the health class section on puberty the teacher had to stop calling on her.”

“So she’s twelve?” I asked. She didn’t look it, but both boys said she was.

“Was the theater idea a good one?” Devon asked.

“You didn’t buy tickets?” Both boys shook their heads.

“We’ve seen you play with yourself, and it’s cheaper to watch it on splash than buy tickets for a crummy movie.”

“Yeah, it was a fantastic idea,” I said. “You can tell Noah.”

“He already did,” Devon’s friend admitted. “So, you’re going to do it?” This time I nodded.

“But not with the girls watching I hope,” Devon added.

“I can’t keep them out, you know that,” I noted. “But by bedtime, I can sneak over to your room and Ashley won’t even know I’m there.”

And the plan worked. I gave both boys a good-night kiss on a spot their mothers had never kissed. They were eager and excited, and it didn’t take very long. Then I returned to my room.

The next morning, I still had to remain naked until eight o’clock. I packed my clothes in my book bag. I would be half way to school before I was allowed to dress.

My sister and Lindsay couldn’t stop staring at my privates. I think they were trying to get me to cover up or do something worse. I resisted saying anything to them, and kept my hands on the straps of my backpack. I did not want to continue this experiment.

I watched each minute pass on my com. Just to be sure I was safe, I waited until 8:01 before pulling my clothing out. Another first - getting dressed on a bus half full of kids. But it was better than getting naked.

I had tons of questions about what it was like, and got tired of answering them. More kept coming up on my splash channel. After a few weeks, they began to taper off. Six months later, Naomi got her wish, her brother Tim won two days in the Lottery on his 14^th birthday, becoming the second boy from our town to be picked. I watched his entry on splash, and that evening watched as he jerked off on the same stage at school that my first public show had been done. I felt sorry for him, but I also enjoyed seeing him in his birthday suit. I’m not sure why I enjoyed it, but I knew I wasn’t the only boy who spent time looking at other Lottery winners every day.

Pictures of me circulated all through high school. After I graduated, I went off to boot camp, where I began my four years of military service, rising to the rank of Corporal. Nothing to be proud of, but it did pay better. I’d earned a degree in civil engineering during those four years, and now my future was brighter.