Boys in Trouble

Boys in Trouble - Alex

By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

Boys in Trouble

A series of unrelated one-post stories about boys in a variety of different predicaments.

Alex

Ring! … ring! … ring! … ring! … ringggggggggggg! … Knock! … knock! … knock! … knock … Ring! … ringggggg!

Clare Howard awoke with a start. Sha glanced across at the illuminated face of the clock on her bedside cabinet; it was twenty past midnight. She threw back the duvet and hopped out of bed.

Ring! … ring! … ring! … ringggggg! … Knock! … knock! … knock!

She grabbed her dressing gown and put it on as she made her way along the landing; as she passed her daughter’s room, Emma appeared in the doorway, having been awakened by the noise. She was having a sleepover with three of her friends, and all four of them were quite startled by the ringing and constant hammering on the front door. “Mum, what’s happening,” she asked, sounding rather frightened.

“I don’t know honey, I’m just going to find out; please go back into your bedroom and shut the door and I’ll let you know,” her mother said reassuringly, although she herself had no idea what was going on herself. Emma did as she was told, and Clare continued on swiftly down the stairs into the hallway.

Ring! … ring! … ringggggggg!

“Alright, alright I’m coming,” she called out as she reached the front door. She cautiously looked through the peep-hole to see who it was, before flinging the door open. Standing on the doorstep in a very dishevelled state she discovered her 17-year-old son Alex. She stared in disbelief at his appearance; his clothes were in a terrible mess, and he looked as though he had been sick down the front of them.

“Abrout bloody time too,” he stuttered, his speech slow and slurred; “W-w-waht kept you,” he stammered, his eyes rolling as he took a very unsteady advancing step. In doing so, he caught his foot on the edge of the doormat and fell forwards, headlong, flat on his face. Alex’s intoxicated condition caused him to instantly pass out, leaving him lying sprawled across the floor in the hallway.

The angle that he had fallen meant that Clare was unable to close the front door; she tried to drag him out of the way, but she wasn’t a very big woman, and found that she wasn’t able to move him at all. She stood there wondering what to do next; there was nothing else for it she would have to call Emma and her friends down and see if between them all they could somehow shift Alex out of the way, so that she could at least close the front door. If that didn’t work then she would have to go and knock on her neighbours to ask for help, and at half past midnight she certainly didn’t want to do that. She went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted up to her daughter for assistance.

Emma was almost 13 years-old and had three of her friends over; they had all been to the cinema, followed by pizza and had then spent the rest of the Friday evening playing games and chatting in Emma’s bedroom until around 11 o’clock when they all went to bed, only to be woken up by the sound of someone noisily ringing the bell and hammering on the front door. After speaking with her mother on the landing and being told to go back into her room, she was sitting on top of her bed in her pyjamas, along with Lena, Francesca and Molly, all of them talking together anxiously, and hoping that her mother was okay downstairs on her own. Lena was Emma’s best friend; they had known each other since nursery school, and had already turned 13, whilst Francesca was the same age and had been friends with both of them for years; Molly was 12-years-old and was Francesca’s younger sister.

As soon as Emma heard her mother call out, she rushed to the top of the stairs and asked if everything was alright. “Sorry Emma I need your help, and probably all your friends’ help as well,” she stated. There was a sense of urgency in her mother’s voice so she quickly went back into her bedroom, told the other girls that her mother needed their assistance, and so pausing to put on their dressing gowns, all four of them headed downstairs. Half-way down Emma could see someone lying on the floor by the front door, and her mother kneeling beside them looking rather worried. It wasn’t until she got closer that she realised the person lying on the floor was her older brother.

“Mum, what’s happened to Alex?” Emma asked, looking and sounding quite concerned, “is he okay?”

“I think so dear,” Clare replied, “he’s drunk, he tripped over the doormat coming through the front door and passed out, only the way that he’s fallen I can’t move him to close the front door, so I’m going to need all four of you to help me if you would please?” she said.

“Yes of course mum,” Emma replied stepping forwards, but then stopping abruptly as she caught a whiff of something rather unpleasant; “Urgh what’s that smell?” she remarked, putting her hand up to cover her nose and mouth, as Lena, who was just behind her reacted in exactly the same way.

“Your brother is I’m sorry to say in rather a state,” she replied, “where he got the alcohol from, I really don’t know, but I will certainly be finding out, when he is in a position to tell me. Unfortunately, it would appear that he has been sick down the front of his clothes, and he may also have wet himself,” she stated, looking decidedly unimpressed. She told Emma to go into the kitchen and look in the cupboard under the sink where there was a supply of plastic gloves; and to bring enough pairs through for each of them. Having put the gloves on, the four girls and Clare took hold of Alex and managed to half lift, half drag him further into the hallway so that they could at least shut the front door. “Thank you,” said Clare, “I’m glad we’ve succeeded in getting him inside and the front door closed, I was starting to get quite cold.”

“What are we going to do with him?” enquired Emma; “surely we can’t leave him here in the hall all night? and there’s no way we are going to manage to get him upstairs to his room.”

“You are quite right, we are not leaving him here in the hallway; we will need to move him into the lounge,” Clare confirmed, “but not until we have done something about the disgusting state he is in; I’m not having my new carpet soiled, so I’m afraid we are going to need to get rid of those awful smelling clothes he is wearing and try and clean him up as best we can. I’m sorry girls that you have had to become involved with this very unpleasant situation, on what should have been a fun sleepover for you; I will speak to your mothers tomorrow and let them know what a huge help you all have been.” Emma then made another visit to the kitchen at her mother’s behest, this time to collect a dustbin sack; the four girls then assisted Clare in removing Alex’s dirty, stained clothing, putting it straight into the bin bag. When it came to his boxer shorts, the four girls lifted up his legs and Clare took them off, leaving him completely naked. When they saw Alex’s willy flopping around the girls gasped and giggled; Francesca and Molly had never seen a boy’s willy in real life before, Lena had seen her brother’s a couple of times, whilst Emma hadn’t seen her brother naked since he was 10 or 11 years old, and couldn’t really remember it, but was certainly taking notice of it now.

Once he was completely stripped Clare herself went through to the kitchen this time, filled up a bowl of warm water, and brought it back into the hallway; while she was doing this Emma went upstairs and got a towel out of the cupboard in the bathroom and a bar of soap, then between them they washed and cleaned up Alex, making him smell much nicer; Clare doing the washing and Emma drying him off. The girls all giggled as they watched Clare washing Alex’s willy, and then Emma drying it, much to her amusement as she lifted it up, and then let it flop back down again. Whilst all of this was happening, Alex remained asleep, completely oblivious to what was going on; he grunted and let out the occasional snort, but was clearly so intoxicated that he didn’t wake up. When Clare and Emma had finished, they carried him through to the lounge and between them lifted him up onto the larger of the sofas; Clare then went to the airing cupboard and took out a spare duvet which she put over him. She also put a bowl down onto the floor next to the sofa and a box of tissues in case he woke up during the night and wanted to be sick again. Finally, they were all able to go back to bed; Clare thanked the girls again for their invaluable assistance, and they all made their way back upstairs, it was a quarter past one in the morning, and all of them were by now feeling extremely tired. Within minutes of them getting into bed they were all fast asleep.

After the lateness of the hour when Clare and the girls got to bed, it wasn’t surprising that none of them was up particularly early that morning. Clare awoke at around twenty to ten; she lay there in her bed for another ten to fifteen minutes before getting up, taking a shower and getting dressed. Just before she made her way downstairs, she looked into Emma’s room and saw they were all still asleep; she smiled at how peaceful they all looked, a far cry from the scene that had taken place during the early hours. She closed the door and headed downstairs, she debated whether to go into the lounge and check on Alex, but decided he was probably best left to come to of his own accord, as judging by the state he was in, he was probably going to have one hell of a hangover. Instead she went through to the kitchen where she put the kettle on to make some coffee, as after all the upheaval she could certainly do with one; she also started to put together the makings for a cooked breakfast. After what Emma and her friends had done that morning when she really needed them, she thought she would give them all a special treat. After several mouthfuls of coffee, she was already starting to feel human again, and at half past ten she went back upstairs to wake the girls up, letting them know that she was cooking breakfast and it would be ready in about 20 minutes. As the aroma of bacon frying wafted up to them, they didn’t need telling twice, and were soon up, showered, dressed and down in the kitchen, arriving just as Clare finished dishing up.

“Have you seen Alex this morning?” Emma asked her mother.

“No, not yet dear,” she replied; “I deliberated whether to look in on him or not, but decided he was probably best left to sleep it off, and let him wake up in his own good time. You can maybe check on him after breakfast if you want to,” she stated.

Clare smiled as she watched the four girls tucking hungrily into their breakfast; she didn’t do fry ups very often but felt they deserved a treat, and the girls were certainly enjoying it as they made short work of the bacon, egg, sausage, tomatoes, mushrooms, hash browns and baked beans that she had served up for them, washed down by tea and orange juice. Once they had finished eating, they helped to clear the dirty dishes away and tidy up, Emma announced that she would go and check on Alex; and so, with Lena, Francesca and Molly all waiting in the hallway, she pushed open the lounge door and quietly tiptoed over to the sofa.

Alex was still asleep, with the duvet that they had put over him, now on the floor; not only that but he had also been sick again during the night, but had missed the bowl that Clare had carefully placed next to him, and had thrown up over the new lounge carpet instead. Emma knew that her mother was not going to be at all happy with that. As she turned to gaze at her brother, she suddenly let out a gasp of amazement; as he lay there on the sofa, he was sporting a morning boner with his hard willy sticking out at an angle from his groin. She stood staring for several moments, unable to draw her eyes away from it; she had heard about boys’ willies getting hard before but she had never actually seen one until now. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and took out her phone, before taking two or three pictures of her naked brother and his hard willy. She then looked back to where the girls were crowded around the lounge door, and beckoned them to come in, indicating to them to keep quiet as they did so. They had all seen Alex’s willy last night when they had to remove his dirty clothing, but Emma couldn’t deny them the opportunity of seeing it again, now that it was hard. She told each of them to go and have a quick look, one at a time; as they did so all three of them gasped and their eyes opened wide in surprise as they gawped at the sight before them. When everyone had taken a look, Emma quickly ushered them out of the lounge, before her mother saw them. Once back in the hallway, and the lounge door closed behind them, the girls began to giggle; Emma told them to go back upstairs to her bedroom and she would be up shortly once she had spoken to her mother. She went through to the kitchen and said to Clare that she had checked on Alex, and that he was still asleep; she also revealed that the duvet was on the floor and that he was lying on the sofa naked; although she didn’t mention his hard willy. She did inform her mother that he had been sick again during the night over the carpet, which did not please Clare at all;

“Thank you for looking in on him,” Clare stated; “I think the best thing to do is just leave him to sleep it off, and I’ll deal with him when he does wake up,” she said looking decidedly unhappy at the prospect.

Emma headed upstairs to her room where she re-joined her friends; as soon as she shut the door, they all began laughing and giggling at Alex’s hard willy, as Emma showed them the photos she had taken on her phone. Lena explained to the rest of them that she had seen her brother’s willy twice before, and on one occasion it had also been hard. She had come home from school and had gone up to her room when she heard a noise coming from her 15-year-old brother Neil’s bedroom. When she looked through the crack in his door, she saw him rubbing his willy up and down, and then sprayed white stuff out of it.

“Can all boys do that?” Francesca asked sounding quite intrigued.

“I don’t know, I guess so,” said Lena; then as a grin spread across her face she announced; “maybe we could ask Alex later when he wakes up?” Emma agreed that was a brilliant idea, and all four of them broke out into fits of giggles again.

It was almost midday when there was the sound of the lounge door being opened, and the downstairs toilet door being pulled shut. Clare was in the kitchen doing some baking, and after another ten minutes the toilet door re-opened and moments later Alex appeared looking decidedly the worst for wear with the duvet wrapped around him. “Hi mum,” he said gruffly, his voice sounding extremely coarse. The look he received from his mother said it all; she didn’t have to say a single word, but he knew he was in BIG trouble. He took a seat at the kitchen table, and for the next few minutes there was an uneasy silence as his mother made some coffee. She plonked a mug down in front of him, and rather more gently put her own mug down on the table, before taking a seat. “Thanks mum,” he said, taking a couple of sips of it.

“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” Clare stated, sounding as displeased as she looked; “You have got a lot of explaining to do, and … ” she was about to vent her anger, when she noticed the condition of the duvet that Alex had wrapped around him, which was splattered with what was obviously whatever he had vomited up during the night; “… you can take that duvet off to start with,” she uttered, “just look at the state of it.” Alex glanced down at it and noticed, seemingly for the first time what his mother was talking about.

“What? I can’t do that here, I haven’t got any clothes on underneath,” he replied indignantly.

“How do you think you ended up like that?” Clare responded; “You were in such a disgusting mess last night when you got home that we had to strip all your clothes off you, and then clean you up,” she informed him, “now take it off.”

“B-but mum, I …” Alex started to protest, before stopping in mid-sentence and staring at his mother; “… what do you mean ‘we?’”

“I mean, me, Emma and the friends that she had over for her sleepover; you passed out in the hallway and we all had to undress you, wash you and then drag you through to the lounge,” Clare stated as she gazed back at her shocked and bewildered son.

“Y-y-you mean Emma and her friends saw me naked,” he gasped, looking absolutely horrified.

“Yes,” answered Clare, “Now, this is the last time I am going to ask you before I remove it myself; “take off that duvet,” she instructed, only this time much more loudly and much more forcibly.”

Slowly, and very reluctantly Alex removed the duvet from around his body and threw it down on the floor; he was now completely naked, however as he was sitting at the kitchen table, only the top part of his body was exposed to his mother. “And that, my boy is how you are going to stay for the remainder of the weekend; you are as from now grounded.”

“N-no way!” Alex exclaimed, his mouth falling open and a look of incredulity, appearing on his face. “I am not going to do that.”

“Oh yes you are,” Clare ordered, her voice steadily rising before furiously letting rip at Alex; “How dare you arrive home in that state; you woke the entire house up ringing and hammering on the front door; where were you until that time anyway? What do you mean by getting drunk? You are not even old enough to drink; You are an embarrassment Alex; and what about my new carpet which you have thrown up all over? You are a disgrace to this family; causing distress and upset at that time of the morning, as well as us all having to clean you up. I am very, very disappointed with you, and you haven’t even had the decency to apologise. You wait until your father gets back from his business trip; then you’ll be sorry, very sorry indeed.”

By the time Clare had finished her rant, Alex was in fact already looking very sorry for himself. It had been a very, very long time since he had received such a telling off, and he knew deep down that he had really overstepped the mark to cause his mother to deliver such a vehement and angry tirade. He had suddenly become very quiet and withdrawn, his face had gone bright red, and his eyes were welling up with tears. There followed a period of uneasy silence, as his mother poured herself another coffee and then sat there taking in deep breaths in an effort to calm herself down. After several minutes the silence was broken and Alex spoke;

“I’m really, really sorry mum,” he muttered; “I didn’t mean it.”

“I should bloody well hope you didn’t,” Clare replied. “Now, for the rest of this weekend you are going to do everything that you are told; and I am making that abundantly clear here and now. The clothes you were wearing when you got in this morning we threw in the bin as they were in such a mess; I don’t buy you clothes for you to ruin and so that is one of the reasons for you remaining naked, as well as a punishment, as you are grounded you won’t be going anywhere. Emma, her friends and I have already seen you naked, so it won’t be any big deal for any of us. Do you understand and agree?” she asked. Alex understood; he didn’t agree, however there was no way that he was going to do anything that would further alienate his mother at the moment. He nodded his head and said yes. “Okay, so the first thing you are going to do is to clean up and tidy the lounge so that it can be used for its intended purpose again. I haven’t seen what condition you have left my new carpet in, but if it needs to be properly cleaned, then I’m afraid you will not be having any more driving lessons until it is paid for. Off you go.”

Alex took a last mouthful of coffee and got up from the kitchen table; as he did so he put his left hand in front of his groin to cover his cock so that his mother wouldn’t see it. “And you can take your hand away from there,” Clare immediately instructed; “I know what it looks like, as I’ve seen it many times before, including earlier today; there will be no covering up whilst you are naked,” she decreed. Alex looked reproachfully at his mother and removed his hand, his face again going red as he left the kitchen and headed through to the lounge, looking very unhappy indeed. He glanced around him, which to his surprise didn’t look as though it needed much doing to it; he fluffed up a few cushions, carefully pulled back the curtains so that no one would see him, and repositioned the rug. It was only after he had opened the curtains and turned towards the sofa that he saw a large dark stain on the carpet. He got down on his knees and looked at it as a very worried expression appeared on his face; he quickly got up and hurried back through to the kitchen taking the bowl that he should have used to be sick in, with him; he filled the bowl half full with warm water, squirted some cleaning fluid into it, and took a cloth from the cupboard under the sink before going back into the lounge to see what he could do about the carpet. After about 10 minutes of him working on it, the stain looked even worse than when he started; he stared at it for a moment, then decided he ought to stop.

As he got up off his knees, he discovered his mother standing watching him. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head sadly. Clare could tell by Alex’s reaction and the discoloured patch on the carpet that it would almost certainly need to be professionally cleaned; this of course would mean that Alex wouldn’t be getting behind the wheel of a car for some time. At that moment Emma entered the lounge, and noticing her brother standing there completely naked a smile appeared on her face. Alex went to cover his groin, but then remembered his mother’s words of warning from earlier and kept his arms down at his side, blushing with embarrassment and looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Ah Emma, well timed,” Clare remarked; “I am just going to the supermarket to get what I need for lunch tomorrow, and I’ll pick up some sausage rolls for us to have for lunch today; I shall probably be gone for about an hour or so. Alex will be remaining naked for the rest of the weekend as his punishment for last night’s episode, and will be doing any task that you or I want him to perform,” she declared gazing directly at her son; “so if you need him to do anything you only have to ask.” Alex bit his bottom lip; this was news to him; when he had agreed to that previously he hadn’t realised that it would include doing things for his sister as well. Emma’s smile turned into a very large grin; she said she was sure she could find something for him to do, before disappearing back upstairs to her room.

Just as she was about to leave for the shops Clare asked Alex to run the vacuum cleaner through the lounge; she didn’t think it would do any good regarding the vomit stain, but it would clean up any other dust and dirt, and would save her having to do it. Alex did as he was asked; it was a very strange feeling hoovering in the nude, and it was only after he had finished and switched off the vacuum cleaner that he realised he had an audience; Emma, Lena, Francesca and Molly had all come into the lounge and were standing watching him, each of them focussing their attentions on his willy which was soft and hanging between his legs. As soon as he saw them his face again went bright red; “what are you all staring at?” he uttered; one young girl was bad enough, but four was quite overwhelmingly embarrassing, especially knowing that all of them had been involved in stripping him naked several hours earlier. The girls all giggled and whispered amongst themselves before Emma spoke;

“We wanted to know why your willy is hanging down like that, when it was hard and sticking out this morning?” she stated.

Alex stared at her in astonishment; “I-I don’t know what you mean?” he stammered.

“We mean like this,” Emma said, showing Alex a photo on her phone that she took of him earlier, lying on the sofa sporting a boner. Alex stared at the photo in total horror, as his face went even redder. “So, we want to know how and why boys’ willies go hard,” Emma revealed.

“And we want you to show us,” Francesca announced.

“And if you don’t,” Emma added, “I’ll tell mum that you refused to do something for us. Four against one, who do you think she is going to believe,” she said, looking rather smug.

Alex gazed open mouthed at his sister, and then cast his gaze to look directly at each of the other girls in turn; Lena, Francesca and Molly. Realising that he was effectively being blackmailed, he had no choice but to do as they were asking. He knew only too well that if he refused and because of his current situation, his mother would side with Emma, and he would be in even more trouble. Could his day get any more humiliating he wondered as he stared at all four girls; “We’re waiting,” Emma stated. Alex muttered something inaudible, took a deep breath and started to play with his cock; the girls observing him intently; after a short time, his cock began to harden; he really couldn’t believe he was doing this. 30-seconds later and his cock was sticking out it’s full 6-inches, causing the girls to giggle with delight, and poor Alex to go even redder. Having speculated earlier whether his day could get any more humiliating, he was about to find out.

“Can you make white stuff come out of it?” asked Lena inquisitively; “I saw my brother produce some from his once,” she stated. Alex gawped at Lena totally gobsmacked that she should have asked him something as personal as that; the fact that his face had now turned scarlet was a massive giveaway, and without even answering Lena he had virtually confirmed that he could. Lena grinned; “I think we can take that as a yes, then,” she commented; “so, go on then please show us.”

Alex took another deep breath, before he took hold of his cock in his right hand, and with his left hand squeezing and fondling his balls he began to slide his fingers up and down his shaft, as he wanked himself in front of four very excited, grinning girls. This all seemed quite surreal to him; he couldn’t believe he had got himself into such a demeaning situation; but he had. He decided to try and get it over as soon as possible, and so quickened the pace of the strokes on his cock. Fortunately, it didn’t take much longer before he felt the familiar feeling in his groin that he was almost there, and not long afterwards he reached the point of no return, shooting several spurts of cum all over his stomach, groin, fingers, and to his dismay, two or three large splodges on the carpet. The girls all loved it, squealing and shouting; thrilled at what they had just witnessed. As Alex sat down on the sofa, breathing heavily he noticed for the first time to his consternation that Emma had recorded the entire episode on her phone.

“You’d better get yourself cleaned up before mum gets back,” she remarked, “and don’t forget to make sure you’ve wiped up those drops from the carpet as well,” she stated, as all four girls headed back up to her bedroom laughing and giggling together.

By the time Clare returned from the supermarket, the lounge, with the exception of the stain on the carpet was back to normal. Lena, Francesca and Molly stayed for another hour or so after lunch before they went home, leaving Clare, Emma and Alex. To emphasise his punishment, Clare had a number of jobs and tasks lined up for Alex to keep him occupied for the remainder of the day, including cutting the front and back lawns, washing the downstairs windows outside and sweeping and tidying the patio area. Although their house was detached and set back from the road with its own driveway, it was still possible to be seen from the entrance; fortunately for Alex the postman had already been, and nobody else to his knowledge saw him.

Later that evening just before everyone turned in for the night Clare reminded Emma and Alex that their aunt (her sister Jane), and their two cousins; 13-year-old Catherine and 11-year-old Becky were all coming for lunch the following day.

“B-b-but that means they will see me naked,” Alex uttered, looking completely horrified.

“Yes dear, it does,” replied his mother, as a huge smile spread across Emma’s face at the prospect. “Maybe next time you will think twice before arriving home late, drunk and looking like a wreck,” she stated, before adding; “and by the way Auntie Jane can’t wait to try out our new naked waiter service.”

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