Boys in Trouble

Boys in Trouble - Travis and Harley

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.

Travis and Harley

It couldn’t have been a worse day; it had been raining incessantly since Friday evening, the whole of Saturday and was still tipping it down on Sunday morning. Travis looked out of the lounge window at the large pool of water on the patio that seemed to be getting bigger by the hour, the longer the rain was falling. Ironically the weather over the last few weeks had been pretty good; mainly dry, with just the odd shower and not at all cold. That had now changed quite dramatically, and as well as the constant rainfall, the wind had picked up overnight and the temperature had dropped. All things considered it was a pretty miserable day, and certainly one that he would much rather not have to go out in. His mother Sophie was of the same opinion; she also had no desire to venture outdoors unless she really had to, but unfortunately as things stood that was exactly what she was going to have to do.

Travis and his best friend Harley, who also happened to be his next-door-neighbour both played rugby for Minsterfield under 14’s. They both loved sports of any sort, particularly rugby with Travis supporting Saracens whilst Harley was an avid Harlequins fan. They had played together on the same youth team since they were 7 years old, and last season they had finished 3rd in the league and reached the cup final, which they had lost narrowly. Normally they looked forward enormously to playing, however neither of them was that enthusiastic about getting soaking wet and cold. The two boys’ parents took it in turns to take them to training sessions and matches and today it would be Sophie who would be driving them; fortunately it was a home match and was only about a 10-minute journey, but still it wasn’t looking like being a pleasant outing for any of them. Harley’s mother Rachael, was an assistant manager at a restaurant and worked two weekends a month, this being one of them. Both Travis and Harley’s fathers would normally have attended to watch their sons play, but Harley’s dad, Martin had been lucky in the ballot for tickets for the Scotland v England International match at Murrayfield which had taken place the previous evening, and so him and Keith, Travis’s dad had travelled up to Edinburgh on Friday to watch the match and were returning later that afternoon, so on this occasion they would both miss watching Travis and Harley play for the club.

It was therefore a particularly busy weekend for Sophie, as not only did she not have her husband around to help her, but she also had Jenna, Harley’s 12-year-old sister to look after, along with her own 13-year-old daughter Elisa. This was actually not a problem, as both Jenna and Elisa were also best friends, and were always as good as gold, helping out wherever they could in what at times was a fairly hectic household, with today being one of those occasions. Rachael left for work at half past nine as the restaurant opened from 11am on a Sunday for brunch, and so Harley and Jenna both came over to Travis and Elisa’s at the same time. The match would be kicking off at 10.45am and so they would all be leaving soon, as it was a requirement that all players were present 45 minutes before kick-off. As they left the house so the rain continued to fall; they quickly jumped into the car and just before 10 o’clock arrived at the rugby club. Sophie decided that because of the weather she was not going to stand under an umbrella and freeze on the touchline and would drop the boys off and come back for them later; so, Travis and Harley got out of the car and ran towards the changing rooms. Each member of the team was responsible for looking after their own playing kit and the two of them were already wearing their rugby shirts, shorts and socks, meaning they just had to put their boots on once they were inside.

When the teams emerged from the changing rooms the rain was still falling and if anything had got much heavier; the wind had dropped from earlier in the morning, but it was still very cold. The pitch when they ran onto it was extremely wet and already quite muddy in places, and it didn’t take long at all for the nice clean kits the boys were wearing to become caked in mud; the conditions were really awful; after just a quarter of an hour the turf was starting to cut up and both teams were soaked through to the skin. Unsurprisingly there were far fewer spectators than normal standing watching; with just a handful of enthusiastic die-hard parents shouting and cheering the teams on, all of whom were very well wrapped up against the elements. As the pitch was quite close to the car park a number of parents chose the more sensible option of watching from the warmth and comfort of the car. By half-time the players of both teams were almost unrecognisable as individuals, as they were all smothered in mud from top to bottom; “mum’s not going to like this when she sees it,” Travis muttered to Harley, looking down at the state of his kit.

“Yeah, I know,” his friend replied; “why, today of all days is there a problem with the showers not working?” he groaned.

At the start of the second half the rain became even heavier, almost to the extent that it was making it impossible to see who they were passing the ball to; and even when the ball found the correct player it was so slippery that more often or not the boy who received it couldn’t control it and it promptly slipped through his hands. With around ten minutes to go the skies seemed to brighten a little, and the rain began to ease off considerably. Minsterfield had been the better team throughout the match, but had only a slender lead to show for it; that was until the ball found its way through to Travis, who somehow managed to work his way through the opposition’s defence and with the try-line barely visible he dived forwards onto the muddy ground, the momentum in doing so, taking him across the line – try! His team mates rushed over to congratulate him; pulling him up from where he had slithered, where he was now completely covered in mud; the shining white teeth of his smile brightening up an otherwise very dirty face. Harley kicked the conversion, and a couple of minutes later the referee blew for full time with Minsterfield running out winners by a 23-points to 13, margin.

Ironically by the time the final whistle sounded it had almost stopped raining. Travis looked up to the sky, and put his hands up, shrugging his shoulders; “well that’s typical,” he remarked, “we have just spent an hour getting covered in mud and half-drowned, and now it’s stopped raining,” he grumbled as he and Harley made their way to the changing rooms to collect their bags and trainers.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do about all of this mud,” Harley queried as they re-emerged from the changing rooms, still wearing their rugby boots and walked towards the car park; “do you think your mum will let us get into the car looking like this? I’m sure Jenna and Elisa won’t want us sitting next to them dripping mud and water all over them,” he stated. As they reached the car park, so Sophie was just driving in through the entrance; they stood and waited for her, and then watched somewhat surprised as she drove straight past them, before slamming the brakes on and coming to a rather abrupt halt. She looked at them both in her rear-view mirror for several moments, before releasing her seatbelt, slowly opening the door and getting out of the car; she walked around to the back of it and stared at the two boys in total disbelief, with a look of abject horror on her face.

“Hello mum,” said Travis, greeting his mother with a cheery smile; “we won!”

Sophie stood completely still and gazed in amazement at the mud-covered boy that had just spoken to her; the fact that he had called her ‘mum’ would seem to indicate that this was her son, Travis, although she would never have known it by his appearance which was totally unrecognisable from the boy that she had dropped off less than two hours ago. Working on the basis that this was indeed Travis, then by a process of elimination the other mud-covered boy with him was Harley. After several moments of staring, Sophie finally regained her sense of awareness and asked Travis and Harley what on earth had happened and why they were in such a terrible state. Travis explained that the pitch had been extremely muddy and wet, and that the showers in the changing rooms were not working and so nobody was able to wash the mud off and get themselves cleaned up afterwards. Sophie accepted the explanation as she looked both boys up and down in dismay; “well you are not getting in the car in that condition until I’ve protected the back seats,” she stated, clearly unhappy at the thought of having her lovely car smeared with mud. The two boys therefore had to wait whilst she removed the boot protector; a covering that the local garden centre had provided to protect the car when carrying plants, and placed this across the back seats of the car. She always kept a small supply of plastic bags in the boot of the car, just in case they were needed for anything; a protection for muddy shoes, or to collect chestnuts during autumnal walks in the woods; she handed each boy two bags and told them to put one foot in each and then tie them around their lower legs with the handles to stop any mud from their boots getting into the car.

It was while Sophie was doing all of this that Travis noticed that neither his sister, nor Harley’s were in the car. “Where’s Jenna and Elisa?” he asked.

“They’re both at home peeling vegetables for dinner,” Sophie stated; “which under the circumstances was probably a very good decision on my part, otherwise it wouldn’t have been possible to fit the two of you in the car in the state you are in, along with the both of them. I really cannot believe that supposedly sane, intelligent people at this rugby club allowed the match to take place in such appalling weather conditions in the first place, with the full knowledge that they were unable to provide adequate facilities in the form of a working shower to ensure that everyone was able to get themselves clean again afterwards,” she uttered, making it abundantly clear that she would be taking the matter up with someone.

“Ooops!” exclaimed Harley; “I don’t think your mum is too pleased,” he stated.

After rather a lot of toing and froing, Sophie was at last satisfied that the back of the car was sufficiently protected, and allowed Travis and Harley to get in, warning them as they did so, not to get any mud anywhere.

The ride home was quite a strange affair and for almost the entire duration was silent with the two boys occasionally whispering to one another; Sophie was more than a little annoyed about the boys’ appearance after the match, but was also somewhat pissed off that she was the only parent out of the four of them who was having to deal with the situation. Taking this into account, she was actually handling it very well considering the difficult position she had been left in; looking after four children, cooking dinner, providing a taxi service for the boys, and trying to maintain a sense of humour. One thing was certain, once the boys had gone to bed, she was going to enjoy a very large drink!

Just as they arrived home Sophie instructed Travis and Harley to get out of the car and go through the gate into the back garden and wait outside on the patio; on no account were they to come indoors. As it had now stopped raining completely, both boys did as they were told and made their way through the back gate where they waited for Sophie, who duly emerged from the conservatory a few minutes later. The two of them were rather surprised to see she was wearing a waterproof coat and wellington boots, particularly as it was now no longer raining; they were also rather bemused to see her disconnect the garden hose-reel from the outdoor tap and disappear back into the conservatory with it, before returning a few moments later. She then picked up the hose-head and clicked the dial around so that it was on a medium spray,

“Mum, what are you doing?” asked Travis, looking somewhat disconcerted.

“I would have thought it was quite obvious,” his mother replied, sounding a little abrupt; “I am not having the two of you traipsing through the house to the bathroom dripping mud and water everywhere, and as your rugby club are unable to provide appropriate facilities for you to shower and clean up after a match, it means that unfortunately we are going to have to improvise on this occasion,” she stated.

Travis was about to ask her what she meant by that, when he was suddenly squirted with a jet of water, which he certainly wasn’t expecting. “Mum!” he yelled, loudly and indignantly, as Sophie turned the hose on Harley and then continued to spray both boys with water.

“Stop complaining,” Sophie responded; “I am going to have to clean both of you out here, which is why I connected the hose to the tap in the kitchen so that the water is warm. Which I think was a very kind gesture on my part as I could just have easily used cold water from the outside tap; now take off those boots and socks,” she ordered. Neither of the boys was particularly happy about being washed down outside on the patio, but each of them had separately made up their minds not to say anything so as not to make the situation any more difficult than it was, just in case Sophie decided to put the cold water on instead. Travis and Harley undid their laces, which proved to be far from easy as they had been tied together quite tightly, and were now very wet, but managed after a struggle to take their boots off, followed by their socks. Sophie then concentrated the spray from the hose on their legs and feet washing off as much of the mud as she could. “Okay, now take your shirts and shorts off,” she instructed. Both boys glanced at one another, but did as they were told; pulling off their shirts was again no mean feat as a combination of mud, water and sweat had virtually glued them to their bodies; but between them, they helped each other and succeeded in removing them, along with their shorts which were much more straightforward.

As the two boys dropped their shorts and stepped out of them, Sophie stared in disbelief at the state of their underwear; for some inexplicable reason both boys had chosen to wear light coloured briefs; Travis had worn white, whilst Harley had put on a pair of light blue; neither colour of which was now recognisable, both resembling a very dark, muddy-grey shade. “You’d better take those off as well,” she said. Travis and Harley exchanged glances with one another before turning to look at Sophie who had taken several steps backwards, opened the conservatory door and stuck her head around it and was speaking to Jenna and Elisa in the kitchen. She then withdrew her head, closed the door and turned back to face the boys, immediately noticing that they were still wearing their briefs. “I thought I told you to remove those,” she shouted; “now do as you are told.” Travis and Harley looked at each other once again, before resigning themselves to obeying Sophie’s instructions and pulling down their briefs; as they stepped out of them, so it left both boys completely naked.

Travis and Harley stood there feeling rather exposed, and at the same time rather embarrassed; it was over 3 years since Travis had last been naked in front of his mother and it was rather an uncomfortable experience. The fact that both boys had been soaked to the skin, covered in mud, and spent the best part of an hour outdoors on a pretty cold morning, meant that their cocks had shrunk and shrivelled as a result of the conditions and now gave off the appearance of being quite smaller than they normally looked. Travis and Harley attempted to cover themselves up, which proved somewhat difficult with Sophie aiming the hose at them and shouting at them to remove their hands; “For goodness sake, how can I be expected to get you boys clean if you keep putting your hands in the way,” she cried out; “I’ve seen you naked before and am fully aware of what is hanging between your legs, so the sooner the two of you stop playing around, the quicker we can get this over with.” Travis and Harley immediately took their hands away and stood facing Sophie leaving their teenage penises and pubic hair clearly visible.

Almost as soon as they had done this, so the conservatory door opened and Jenna and Elisa emerged onto the patio. Neither of the two boys was expecting this and they both stared in total amazement, their faces turning bright red with embarrassment as though frozen to the spot, as their sisters gazed in surprise at their older brothers standing naked in front of them, their eyes of course quickly focussing on the boys groins, and their willies. Jenna and Elisa each had perfectly legitimate reasons for being there; when Sophie had put her head around the conservatory door a few minutes earlier she had asked for the girls to bring her some towels from the airing cupboard, and a couple of bars of soap and two bottles of shampoo from the bathroom; they certainly hadn’t anticipated seeing Travis and Harley standing naked together on the patio.

“Ah, there you are,” remarked Sophie, “good, you’ve brought everything I asked you to; now as you can see, Travis and Harley succeeded in getting themselves muddier than anyone would believe possible; not even using the hosepipe on them has removed all of the mud and so it is going to be necessary to give them a thorough clean using soap and shampoo.” Much to the boys’ total astonishment Sophie told Jenna and Elisa to take a bar of soap each, and a bottle of shampoo and give their brothers a good soaping and washing, removing any trace of mud that they could find, whilst she continued to spray the boys with water. The two girls were equally surprised at what Sophie had asked them to do, but both of them grinned at the thought of being able to get to touch their naked brothers. What came as no surprise were the howls of protest from Travis and Harley which were quickly and summarily dismissed by Sophie; “You got yourselves into this mess, and I’m afraid must now accept the consequences, as you are not going inside my nice clean house until every scrap of mud has been removed,” she declared firmly, “and it will be a lot quicker and more straightforward if Jenna and Elisa do it for you.”

Both boys stood looking acutely embarrassed as their younger sisters got to work; first of all shampooing their hair, and then once Sophie had washed the soap away, the two girls began soaping up their brothers bodies; first their faces, then their arms and chests, and under their armpits; followed by their backs, then their legs and feet. “Do we have to soap them everywhere?” asked Elisa.

“Yes, everywhere,” confirmed Sophie, “then we can be sure they have been thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom with nothing missed,” she stated.

Elisa glanced at Jenna, “this could be fun,” she said as a huge grin appeared on her face. She then reached down and began soaping Harley’s groin area, as Jenna did the same to Travis; suddenly there were gasps from both boys as their sisters took hold of their cocks and began soaping them, followed by their balls; the girls then soaped up the boys backsides, before moving back to their fronts and giving their cocks another soaping. As they did so, both boys let out further gasps and groans, as to their horror the stimulation that the girls were providing as they soaped them was causing an involuntary reaction, and their cocks began to rise. Jenna and Elisa both let out squeals of surprise when they saw them; “Ooh what’s happening to their willies?” exclaimed Elisa, as both girls stepped back from them, allowing Sophie to spray the boys to wash the soaps suds off them; hitting each of them one after the other in the groin area, eliciting huge shocked gasps at the force of the water on their most sensitive areas. With the soap all gone, both boys their faces bright red, stood naked with their boners sticking up in front of them.

Sophie smiled; “Ah, it looks as though the two of you were a little too enthusiastic in soaping up your brothers’ genital areas,” she stated. “Never mind, at least they are both nice and clean now; you’d better give them a towel each so they can dry themselves off,” she directed, putting the hose down and heading into the house to turn the water off and remove the connector from the kitchen tap. The two girls handed their brothers a towel each, grinning as they took one last look at their hard cocks before disappearing back indoors.

“God, that was so embarrassing,” muttered Travis as he towelled himself down.

“You’re telling me!” Harley responded.

Sophie who had now emerged back out onto the patio and was putting the hose away, overheard their conversation; “well I hope next time you will think twice before getting yourselves in such a state; at least the hosepipe came in handy, although I could have done with a more powerful spray, I’ll have to get one just in case.” Both boys looked at one another and grimaced; they would definitely not be getting themselves anywhere near as muddy as that in the future; letting Sophie loose on them with a normal hose was bad enough, but with a power spray and their exposed cocks in the firing line, that would be a complete no-no.

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