By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com
Copyright 2022 by Nevergrowup, all rights reserved
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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
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Boys in Trouble
A series of unrelated one-post stories about boys in a variety of different predicaments.
Bradley
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Leoni exclaimed in exasperation.
“What’s the matter?” asked her friend Naomi looking quite concerned.
She was standing next to her in the changing room and was rather
startled at Leoni’s sudden outburst.
“It’s my flaming
brother,” Leoni replied, “look what he’s done.” She held up a small
face towel and frowned. “This is what I’ve got to dry myself off after
my shower,” she stated, sounding quite irritated; “Bradley has
obviously been messing around with my bag again and replaced my sports
towel with this.”
Naomi stifled a smile, as she tried to be
sympathetic towards her friend’s misfortune. “He does seem to be
becoming a bit of a pain,” she stated.
“You’re telling me,”
Leoni muttered, as she went to see whether there was a spare towel
anywhere that she could use. Fortunately, she managed to find one and
so was able to have her shower and get herself dried off afterwards, no
thanks of course to her brother. This was becoming an increasingly
regular issue and she wasn’t happy about it.
Leoni was 12
years old and was captain of Meadowfield FC, a girls’ football team in
division 2 of the North-West Manchester Junior League. Her brother
Bradley was 15-years of age and played for the same club but for the
boys under 15 side, in division one of the same league. Although
Bradley would be very reluctant to agree Leoni was a very talented and
skilled player for a girl, and if anything was a much better player
than him.
This was the umpteenth time in the past few weeks
that Leoni had been embarrassed by her brother and she was, to be
honest starting to get rather pissed off with it. She didn’t mind the
odd practical joke now and again, but she seemed to be now experiencing
more pranks than she thought was necessary from her brother and was
beginning to get rather sick and tired about it.
Bradley’s
so called ‘fun and games’ were also starting to become rather an
irritation to his own team mates, following a couple of practical jokes
that had been funny to begin with, but were now starting to wear rather
thin, and most of his fellow players were getting rather fed up with
him, and wished that he would just stop and give them all a break.
Leoni and Bradley lived with their parents, Mike and Holly in a
four-bedroom semi-detached house in a fairly quiet location on the
outskirts of Manchester. Both their parents worked; Mike was the
manager of a leisure centre, whilst Holly worked part-time, usually up
to four days a week at a local garden centre. Each of them enjoyed what
they did, Mike was keen on most sports and leisure activities, whilst
Holly was a keen gardener, and working for the garden centre had the
benefits of a 15% staff discount off any plants and garden accessories.
Needless to say, their garden was quite immaculate and received
numerous very complimentary comments from anyone visiting them. Mike
and Holly were also unable to escape from Bradley’s antics, and they
too were starting to get rather tired of his jokes and pranks.
After she had, had her shower and got dressed again, Leoni said goodbye
to Naomi and that she would see her on Sunday for the next match,
before heading out of the changing rooms to the car park where her dad
was waiting for her. “Hi Leoni,” her dad greeted her, then noticing the
expression on her face; “is everything okay?” he enquired.
“Is Bradley at home?” she asked.
“Yes, he is, why?” Mike replied.
“Because I want to kill him,” she declared menacingly.
“Oh, I see,” Mike stated, “so, err, what’s he done this time?”
Leoni rummaged in her sports bag and pulled out the face towel; “this
was what I was supposed to dry myself with after my shower,” she
remarked; “someone took my towel out of my bag and replaced it with
this, and I don’t need two guesses to work out who that someone was,”
she said looking annoyed. “Dad, we really need to do something about
Bradley’s tricks and pranks, as they really are getting to be too
much.” Her father agreed with her wholeheartedly and said that he would
speak with her mother and see if they could come up with an idea to
take him down a peg or two.
Unsurprisingly when they arrived
home and Leoni confronted her brother about her towel, Bradley was
completely unrepentant and found the whole incident highly amusing.
“Well I don’t think it is funny at all,” Leoni shouted. Holly was also
unimpressed by her son’s latest stunt;
“I think it’s about
time you started to act your age,” she stated, “you are 15 years old
for goodness sake, try acting like one for once.”
Not even a
telling off from his mother could dampen his spirits, and he ran off
upstairs to his room laughing, leaving Leoni, Mike and Holly in the
kitchen discussing his latest prank. Holly made some tea and the three
of them sat down at the kitchen table to talk about it; after around a
quarter of an hour a smile suddenly appeared on Holly’s face; “I think
I may have just thought of something that might be the perfect way of
getting back at Bradley, and that at the same time will put him in a
very awkward and embarrassing situation,” she revealed. “Let me mull it
over for a little while and work out the detail whilst I’m cooking tea
and I’ll tell you both what it is,” she said. Leoni grinned at her
mother; that would be just brilliant if she has come up with a
suggestion, and if so, then she couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
At tea time Holly, Mike, Leoni and Bradley all sat around the kitchen
table enjoying the chicken and mushroom pie, new potatoes and peas that
Holly had prepared. Bradley still had a very smug look on his face,
which Leoni was hoping would be wiped off very soon if Holly’s idea
came to fruition. Once they had eaten, Bradley went straight back
upstairs to his room whilst Mike, Leoni and Holly cleared everything
away. “Let’s all go through to the lounge,” Holly said winking at
Leoni. They went through and sat down on the sofas; Leoni and Mike on
one and Holly on the other. “I’ve thought my idea through and I think
it would work,” she announced, and then proceeded to explain it to her
daughter and husband. “So, what do you think?” she asked.
“Mum, that’s brilliant,” Leoni replied, with a huge smile on her face.
“Darling, I think you are a genius,” Mike answered, “I would love to be a fly on the wall and see the look on his face.”
“I’ll give Charlene a ring now and check that she is happy with the
arrangement,” Holly stated, getting up and going back through to the
kitchen. Ten minutes later she returned to the lounge and revealed;
“Charlene is more than happy to help, and so, it’s game on!”
The smile on Leoni’s face became a huge grin; “Awesome,” she uttered.
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The following week was half-term week and so the times for a vast
majority of the football practices and training sessions at Meadowfield
FC were different from normal. Some timings did stay the same, but with
there not being any school, players would be available during the day,
so that would enable some longer sessions to take place, and so several
of the managers used the opportunity to change the dates and times to
take advantage of this. The dates and times were only confirmed at a
club managers’ meeting on Friday evening, and so the players themselves
were not made aware of the new arrangements until Sunday when their
next matches took place when they received a letter from the club.
Unbeknown to him however the letter that Bradley received gave a
different date and time than the one the rest of his team mates were
given.
On Wednesday morning at just after 10am Holly dropped
Leoni and Bradley off at the football club and then headed off into
town to do some shopping. As the kids were off school this week, so,
Holly had taken a few days holiday from the garden centre so that she
could do some activities with them. As Leoni got out of the car, her
eyes met with her mother’s and they both grinned; this was it and only
time would tell now whether Holly’s plan would be successful or not.
As Bradley walked across to the changing rooms, he looked around him;
he could see plenty of younger girls, but no-one from his own team.
Leoni followed behind him, and as she did so, heard a shout; she turned
to see Naomi rushing towards her. “Hi Leoni,” she called out, “what’s
your brother doing here? I didn’t think the boys were training until
tomorrow.”
Leoni grinned; “you know that, I know that, but Bradley doesn’t,” she stated, “watch and enjoy, it’s payback time.”
When Bradley reached the changing rooms, he discovered that the
practice session was for the under 11 and under 12 girls’ teams and not
his own team, which accounted for the fact he hadn’t seen any of his
team mates. Charlene, the team manager of the under 12s gave him the
option of joining in with the girls or sitting around for 2 hours until
his mother came to collect him. He was rather annoyed that there had
somehow been a mix up with the training times and dates, but decided
that he didn’t want to wait around doing nothing and so he agreed to
join in. He put his sports bag in a corner, slightly away from where
the rest of the girls had left theirs, put his football boots and shin
pads on and headed outside to the pitch.
Whilst the practice
was taking place, Leoni managed to slip away unnoticed back to the
changing rooms, she went to her brother’s sports bag and removed his
towel, hiding it in the furthest corner, before re-joining the session,
looking very pleased with herself.
At half past twelve the
training session ended; everyone had thoroughly enjoyed it;
surprisingly even Bradley, but then again, he had rather used his age
and physical ability to his advantage and had scored several goals
during the practice match that they had played. Now they were all
heading back to the changing rooms; they stopped to take their boots
off outside so as not to take any mud inside. He went over to where he
had left his sports bag, put his boots into a plastic bag and put on
his trainers. He had just left the changing rooms, and was about to
make his way outside of the complex that housed them, when he heard his
name being called; he turned around and came face-to-face with
Charlene. “Where do you think you are going?” she asked him.
“I’m just going to go and wait over by the car park for my mum to come and pick me up,” he replied.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she stated, “you know the rules; everyone has to
take a shower after any sports activities, and that includes training
and practice sessions.”
It was the policy of Meadowfield FC
that every member of each football team showers after every match,
practice or training session. Bradley, having got the wrong date for
his practice session was under the misapprehension that this didn’t
apply to him, and that as he only joined in voluntarily, he didn’t have
to take a shower.
“B-but I only joined in to pass the time, surely that d-doesn’t apply to me,” he stuttered.
“Oh yes it does,” Charlene affirmed, “rules are rules, so back you go into the changing rooms and get showered.”
Without warning Bradley began to look extremely uncomfortable; he
hadn’t expected to have to take a shower, and now he had been ordered
back into the changing rooms and told to take one; as he made his way
back inside a sudden realisation came over him that he was the only boy
present, and that he was about to enter a changing room full of 11 and
12 year old girls. He looked over his shoulder and to his dismay
discovered that Charlene was following behind him; a sense of
foreboding came over him, with the realisation that he had no way of
getting out of this; he was going to have to take a shower. As he
entered the changing rooms, he noticed several girls completely naked;
he swallowed hard, he had seen his sister naked before, but that was
several years ago. He returned to the spot where he had left his bag
earlier; to his consternation Charlene had continued into the changing
rooms and was now standing only a few feet away from him. He slowly
removed his trainers, and then his socks, before pulling his club
fleece over his head, leaving him standing there in his short-sleeved
tee-shirt, shorts and underwear.
“Do get a move on Bradley,” Charlene barked at him, “we don’t have all day you know.”
Bradley stared at Charlene, and then lifted his tee-shirt over his
head; he then paused again for a moment before sliding his thumbs
inside his shorts and pulling them down to the ground, leaving him in
just his boxer shorts, which had a very telling tent at the front of
them. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him; it was the worst
moment of his life; he was in a changing room full of naked
pre-pubescent girls and he was about to take down his boxer shorts and
show them all what he had got concealed beneath them. He stared again
at Charlene, who was on the verge of removing his shorts herself, when
he suddenly took a deep breath and lowered them of his own accord,
stepping out of them to reveal his hard cock, which was probably around
3½ inches in length, and which was completely smooth, with not a pubic
hair in sight; for a 15-year old boy, he had the same growth
development of an 11 or 12 year old.
As he made his way across
the changing room towards the showers there were squeals and shouts and
yells of excitement from the girls as they watched his hard, cute
smooth willy bobbing up and down in front of him. Being 11 and 12 years
old themselves, none of them were that concerned about being seen naked
by a boy; however, each of them was very happy to see a solitary naked
boy amongst a group of girls, especially one who was older than them.
Once he got to the showers, he was subjected to further yells, squeals,
shouts and howls of delight and elation from the girls who were already
there, including to his dismay, Leoni. It was only about a year or so
since he last saw her naked, but it was nearly four years since she had
last seen him naked, and to her complete and utter amazement he was
still exactly the same as she remembered him; his willy was the same
size and he was still smooth. Of course, being the only boy in a
changing room of around 30 girls Bradley became an instant hit and
found to his enormous consternation that his cock was proving to be
extremely popular and was being grabbed, groped, pulled, squeezed,
fondled, stroked and wanked, resulting in him having not one, but two
dry cums much to the thrill and exhilaration of the girls, who were all
having the time of their lives.
When he eventually managed to
escape the clutches of the girls and get out of the shower, he
discovered that his towel was missing. He looked around about him but
there was no sign of it. “Why aren’t you getting dried off?” Leoni
enquired as she appeared beside him.
“My towel’s not in my bag,” Bradley replied, looking rather peeved.
“Well now you know what it’s like being on the receiving end of pranks
and jokes,” his sister responded. “Perhaps now you will consider how
other people feel when they are the subject of one of your stupid
wind-ups,” she remarked, before calling out to Naomi and asking her to
bring Bradley’s towel over. “Oh, and by the way, I think you’ve got a
really cute little willy,” she stated, before returning to her place in
the changing room, leaving Bradley standing there, his face bright red
with embarrassment.
As soon as he had dried off, Bradley got
dressed again as quickly as he could; he didn’t want to hang around in
the changing room with all those giggly girls for a moment longer than
he needed to. As he exited the changing rooms and made his way over to
the car park, he saw his mum talking to Charlene. As he approached so
they finished their conversation and Charlene turned towards the
changing rooms; as she passed him, she looked across at him; “thanks
for showing us all your cute boyish willy,” she remarked, as Bradley’s
face immediately turned a deep shade of red. “I’ve just been telling
your mum all about it, and she really can’t wait to see it for herself
when you get home,” she said as a huge smile appeared on her face. By
contrast the expression on Bradley’s face resembled one of complete and
utter dread.