Detention

By Aldric

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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.

Detention

Becky Ridge:

The end of the school day was approaching, so I checked the list of detention subjects. My school had built a row of six small workplaces along the breezeway that connected the gym with the rest of the school. Each one was six by eight feet, and had a desk and a wooden straight-back chair. Kids who earned detention were assigned to one of them after the last bell, and had to remain for one hour. The rooms were designed to allow a chance to work on homework and virtually nothing else. A camera allowed someone from the office to look in. The door was monitored such that when opened it sent a text message to the teacher assigned to monitor detention. Two such messages should appear for each person in detention – one when they entered (not later than 3:15 p.m.) and the other not earlier than 4:15 p.m. Otherwise, they would earn detention on the next day for arriving late or leaving early.

Students were not allowed to have their phone with them during school, and this also applied to detention, so they could sit uncomfortably and work on homework or stare at the wall two feet in front of them. Using any device for texting, talking, or game playing was not permitted.

I checked the entrants. There were only two. Avery Goldstein was assigned to workstation 1, which was the first one when entering the breezeway. Cal Dodson was in workstation 6, near the gym, and 70 feet away from where Adonis would be. It was perfect for my plan.

My long wait period was finally about to end. Adonis had earned detention. The reason why didn’t matter to me. I had planned this the moment I had helped set up the Wi-Fi monitoring equipment and the phone the messages when to.

Avery Goldstein is Adonis’ real name. As far as I know, I was the only one to think of him as Adonis, considered in mythology as a boy of remarkable beauty. Avery was tall and slender, muscular, yet still graceful. He had deeply colored golden hair. Last year, he and I both took choir, where he sang in a wonderfully sounding Alto. Too bad he didn’t take it again this year. His only falling, at least in my eyes, was that he had a bit of a chaotic trait that often got him into trouble.

When the area was first established, they had trouble making the electronics work. My dad does software design, and he’s taught me much of what he does. Technically, he was the one in charge of making it work, but actually I did all of the programing and he merely tested every aspect. That allowed me to have access and control over all of the monitoring and reporting.

Avery apparently planned to work on homework, as I watched via the camera in the room as he entered at 3:11: 37 in the afternoon. He set his books on the desk, but held the door open until the warning message was given over the loudspeaker that he had thirty seconds to be in the room with the door closed.

I saw that Mrs. Mitchel was the teacher assigned to monitor the students. She watched as Avery and Cal got seated, and for about fifteen seconds after the one-hour time started. I waited another 30 seconds after that, and she only checked on them once, and just for a few seconds. I made a one-minute loop of Adonis and sent that on a continuous cycle to her monitor. I then cut off the door message from the dedicated phone she had to monitor door openings. That done, it was time to put my plan in motion.

There are some wonderful voice disguise devices available these days, but the ones that work on a live phone all require monthly payments. So instead, I use a ‘read text’ masculine voice and will type in what I needed. Clumsy, but I type fast and as long as I keep the messages short, Adonis won’t know I was typing. I had prepared much of what I needed in advance.

Avery Goldstein:

I was alone in the damn new detention booths. Like all students, I’d had a chance to sit in one for a few seconds right after they were installed. It was going to be a long and very uncomfortable hour. But putting the fake snake in Mr. Henderson’s chair was very funny, and everybody laughed. Well, not Mr. Henderson. He was scared of snakes, and nearly passed out.

Rather than let the whole class get punished, or have someone else get credit for turning me in, I raised my hand when he asked who put it there. A single day of detention for owing up to it. He said it would have been a week if I hadn’t.

I planned on getting my math homework done at least. It was one of my better classes, so I figured I could get it done in under a half hour. I was very nearly there when I heard a man’s voice come over the loudspeaker above my head.

“Avery, nice to see you.”

I didn’t recognize the voice, so I asked who it was.

“That isn’t important. What is important is that I control the video and door monitoring in your workstation. I can send a long video of an empty room to Mrs. Mitchel along with an open-door message. That will earn you detention again tomorrow. And I can do the same thing then. You don’t want that. So all you have to do is follow my directions. Simple, right?”

“I guess.” I was confused. And worried. Tomorrow was a practice day for soccer, and if I missed it, I wouldn’t be able to play in the next game.

“Well, let’s find out how simple it really is. I want you to remove all of your clothing. You can keep your shoes on if you want, but everything else comes off.”

“Uh, I’m not doing that.” Strip naked? No way in hell. Especially since I didn’t know who the man was that was speaking to me.

“Okay, I anticipated that. I’m going to replace the image coming from your workstation with the one from Workstation 2, which is empty. Then I will send an open-door message. When Mrs. Mitchel checks, she will see that Workstation 1 is empty and that the door was opened. What do you think will happen next?”

“I think I will go and tell her that someone is messing with her monitoring and wanted me to strip naked. Then it will be you who will eventually get caught and fired from whatever job you have in this school, and I can return to my workstation and complete my detention. That is what I think will happen next.” I was about to open the door for real when I thought of something. “And my workstation won’t be empty. My books will be on the desk. Your fake feed will be in error.”

Becky Ridge:

I had anticipated this. My Adonis was very intelligent. But I was just down the hall. Once he left, I could switch the video feeds back and move his books to Workstation 2. Mrs. Mitchel would see his books there. She would most likely not believe him, and he’d end up with another detention. However, trying to do this twice would be very dangerous. That meant I had to convince him that his plan wouldn’t work.

I had the next text block spoken over his loudspeaker. “You thought of that very quickly. But I had more time. I not only thought you might do that, but I planned ways to make if fail. What if she doesn’t believe you? Or even if she does, but can’t prove it. A week of detention could be in your immediate future. You’d miss soccer games. And if you leave your bags behind, who knows where your snake would end up next? Do you really want to take a chance on all that?”

I watched as he hesitated. He was considering his options.

“How about if I just strip to my boxers,” he suggested.

I almost spoke the answer instead of adding it to the text file. That would have ruined everything. I typed quickly and had my laptop read it.

“No, shirt, shorts, and boxers have to come off. Is that really so difficult?”

I held my breath as I watched and waited. I thought I could see movement in the front of his shorts, but maybe it was just my imagination. I typed again.

“You are running out of time,” the male voice sounded over his speaker.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he asked.

I was winning. He was right on the verge. I had to choose my response carefully. I had considered getting this question during my planning time, and I had a few responses already prepared. I chose to use this one:

“You are hearing a man’s voice, but I am not a man. Not even a male. You are very cute, and I want to see you naked. I’ve done this before. Have you heard even a rumor that any other boy who served detention stripped naked? Nobody will know except you and I.”

It was the right message. He bought it. He’d never heard of this happening to anyone else because I hadn’t done it before. But with a red face and trembling fingers, he began unbuttoning his shirt. I started to record the video, and checked the clock. It wouldn’t do for this to take too long. But I was in luck. There was still plenty of time.

One minute later and he’d removed his shirt. He was only lightly tanned, and his darker arms contrasted with his milky-white chest and belly. I could feel urges like I’d never felt before as I mentally sent thoughts to him to speed up.

He glanced up at the camera, and waved an arm at me. I could see that at most there was were only a few hairs growing in his pits.

“If you’re waving to see if I’m here, I am,” I typed and then had my laptop read.

His face turned even a brighter shade of red as he unsnapped his shorts. I felt a bit sorry for him. I couldn’t imagine how it must feel to be stripping naked in front of a stranger. Only I’m not a stranger, I sit right next to him in two of his classes. But he has no idea of who I am.

He lowered the zipper and lets his shorts fall to his ankles. Just before he stepped out of them, I saw the outline of his erect penis pushing out the front of his boxers. I heard a faint sigh as he puts his hands on both sides of his boxers and then pushed them down.

And I got to see what I have wanted to see for two years now. First, a boy’s private parts. I’ve only seen pictures until now. But more than that. A boy I like. One I lust over. And one I’ve just betrayed.

His penis is shorter than I’d expected. Maybe four and a half inches long. Perhaps five at most. It is jerking so much that I can’t really tell. I wish I could zoom the camera in. Looking down from above doesn’t give me the prospective I want. I can’t see those balls boys seem to enjoy talking about so much. And then I have an even more wicked idea.

As I start typing, he says, “Okay, I’m naked. Can I get dressed now? Please?”

I have my computer answer for me. “No. Now I want you to open the door and toss all your clothes out.” Would he do it? I hoped so.

“No, I can‘t do that. It will set off the alarm.”

“It won’t. I control the alarms. Mrs. Mitchel will not get warned that you opened the door.”

“But someone might see them. Or take them,” he pouts.

Yes, someone will. Me. But I won’t tell him that. “Do it, or Mrs. Mitchel will see that you stripped naked,” I typed and had my computer say.

I moved from my place of hiding to the hallway and looked. The hall was empty. As I approached the detention workspaces, the one on the far end opened and clothing was tossed out. It happened too quickly for me to see anything more than Adonis’s head and arms. He slammed the door closed, and I heard a noise from the one that Cal Dodson was in. If his door opened, he couldn’t help but see me. I moved quickly but silently to the pile of clothing and grabbed it as Adonis asked me “What now?”

I had to run to get back to where I could remain hidden. It was almost over anyway. Then I typed as fast as I could.

“Your clothes will be by the fence across the parking lot. Or you can go home as you are. I’m going to turn on the door alarm for your punishment cube now, but keep the camera showing you fully dressed, so you don’t have to worry about Mrs. Mitchel seeing you when she announces your detention time is over.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I began returning the program controls to Mrs. Mitchel’s computer. As soon as she announced to Avery and Cal that they could leave, I returned the camera feed to her. I think she might have gotten a look at his butt as he ran out of the detention workspace. I was a hallway ahead of him.

I timed it as he was running full tilt across the empty parking lot. I was bending over, looking at the pile of clothing. And then I pretended to just hear him coming and stood up to watch him.

He held his books across his middle and looked from side to side as he approached.

“Don’t take them, please, Becky. They belong to me,” he yelled.

I stepped in front of them. One final bit of humiliation for him and something to make me wet tonight. “I will unless you move your books and let me see you.”

He only hesitated a second. I stared. He was beautiful. And now I could see the sack that held the two sources of his sperm. It was white, and wrinkled, and the two objects inside were about the size of walnuts. Above it was his penis, which was jerking up and down rapidly. I could see a whitish glob dripping from the hole in the front of the purple head. Alongside it he had a sparce covering of brown hairs around the base.

“Why is your pubic hair a different color than the hair on your head?” I asked with astonishment.

“I don’t know. Please let me have my clothes before someone else sees me.”

I stepped aside. I’d kept the phone I had in one hand hidden until he bent to retrieve his clothes. Then, while his attention was on the ground, I took two pictures, hoping the camera was aimed right and in focus.

As he stood, I could see for the first time he was crying. It kind of ruined my mood, knowing I was the cause of it.

“Here, give me your books,” I said. “I’ll stand behind you to shield you while you dress.”

I got a last look at his privates as he gave up his books. Then I got to see the pure white globes of his butt cheeks. He ignored his boxers and just put his shorts on. Then his shirt. The underpants ended up in a pocket.

“Was it you?” he asked as he turned to get his books.

“Was what me?” I questioned back.

“I know you are good with computers. You worked with your dad to set the system up. Was it you who made me strip naked?”

I hadn’t anticipated this question, and I froze while trying to figure out how to best answer it.

“If it was, good, at least I know who it was. If not, then I have to guess. And worry. Someone could have a video of me stripping. They could show it to other kids. Or Mrs. Mitchel. Then I’d really be screwed. So tell me, please, was it you?”

“What would you do if I said yes?”

“Nothing. I just want to know. I kind of like you, but I always thought you were out of my league. If it was you, I could trust you. I’d still be pissed, but I could get over that.”

What was this? My Adonis thought I was out of his league? Could I believe that statement?

“You are the most handsome boy in this school,” I began. “How could you possibly think that I was above you?”

“You’re pretty good looking too. And I won’t lie, if I was as smart as you, I’d try and come up with a way to see you naked too. At least you kept it private – if it was you. If not, you got your jollies, but then you shielded me while I dressed. You are kind and clever. A lot more than me. I mostly just joke around and get into trouble.”

I didn’t feel so clever right at that moment. Instead, I felt like I owed him an honest answer, and a reason why.

“In my mind, I call you Adonis, because you look so much like the paintings and statues I’ve seen,” I started. “Yeah, it was me. I planned the whole thing. I could have done it to any boy, but I waited until you got detention. I was going to just let you get dressed, but I couldn’t see enough of you from the overhead camera. So I put your clothes out here where I knew I’d get a good look at you. With school more than an hour done, I figured it would be as empty as it was. But now, I’m sorry I did it to you. It was mean, and that isn’t the real me.”

“Cal Dodson saw me. He also had detention. He was laughing as I ran down the hall. He might tell other kids, but I don’t think anyone will believe him. He’s pretty well known as someone who makes stuff up. How about you? I suppose you have pictures of me.”

I was feeling smaller by the minute. I hadn’t thought about the fact that Cal would be in just as much of a hurry to escape as Avery. I set my laptop on the hood of a nearby car and opened it. I ran the video of him stripping.

“That’s why you wanted to meet me out here,” he said. “You can’t really see much of me. At least, not of the parts you wanted to see. Still, I’d like for you to delete this.”

I did, immediately. “I have software that will remove all traces of it that I will run later. But there is more.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the two pictures I had taken. I had done well. Both were in focus, and aimed right at his privates. Two wonderful, beautiful pictures of his nicely developed private parts.

He took my phone and spread one of them out, expanding it. I leaned over, enjoying the view.

“I’m flattered. You wanted to see me. Are you impressed?”

“I’m embarrassed. I like you. Yeah, I wanted to see you naked. But that was wrong. Go ahead and tell Mrs. Mitchel if you want. Or go to the police. I deserve it.”

He deleted the two pictures. I knew I could recover them. I also knew I wouldn’t. I would remove all traces of them from my phone.

“No. If I was as smart as you, maybe I’d have come up with a way to see you naked too. It’s the kind of stupid stuff I do that gets me into trouble. But you! You never get into trouble. You never do anything wrong. I’m surprised at this. You told me that you’d done that to other kids. But that was just to gain my trust, wasn’t it. I’m the only boy you ever made strip for you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. I have loved you for years, since back when we were just little kids and I didn’t even know what love was. I had this plan. I was only thinking of how wonderful it would be to see all of you. I never planned on taking your clothes. Except like you said, I couldn’t see enough. We, no, not you – I could have ended up in so much trouble. I still could. All you have to do is tell someone.”

We were interrupted by Mrs. Mitchel, who was approaching the car we were next to.

“Avery Goldstein,” she said as she came up. “Tell me what you were wearing when you left workstation number 1 at the end of your detention.”

This was it. She had seen him. I had to owe up to it. I was about to speak when he stepped between me and her.

“Shoes and socks,” he said. “I did it on a dare. Running naked through school.”

“Well, I’ve deleted the files. Just before detention ended, I saw you sitting there, your books spread out, and you were wearing a shirt. Then a second later, your books were in your hands as you opened the door and left.” She stepped around him.

“Ms. Ridge. Would you know anything about how he got undressed so quickly?”

Time to come clean. I’d gone too far. I only hoped I could spare Avery from any more embarrassment. “I messed with the video feeds,” I began.

“I asked her to,” my Adonis said, again stepping forward. “If anyone could, I figured it would be her. I wanted to do it. I’d be able to tell other kids that I was naked in school. I’d be a hero. But I knew I couldn’t take time to strip at the end, so I kind of hired her. Now that it is done, I realize that nobody will believe me, so it was a wasted effort.”

“Not totally. Cal Dodson saw you. He thought it was the stupidest but bravest thing anyone has ever done. It took several threats to get him to tell me what he saw that had him giggling in the hall. However, I told him he was not to repeat what he witnessed to anyone. It would encourage other kids to try and outdo your performance.”

“So what happens to us now?” I asked.

“Now, you both have detention tomorrow. And you will not have any electronic equipment with you. When it is over, I expect you both to exit slowly, fully dressed.” She used a key fob to unlock her car. Without another word, she opened the door and got in. But just before she closed the door, she added two more things.

“You both told the truth, so it is just a detention. I’ll make up a reason for it, and I don’t expect either of you to challenge it.” She looked next at Avery. “And my generation had fun with something called streaking. It was mostly done by boys. It involved running around naked. I saw a few boys who I liked participate it. And I married one of them.” Then she closed the door and started the engine. She was smiling as she backed out of the parking space.

As soon as she was gone, I searched ‘streaking’ on my phone. We learned that 1974 was a peak year for it – running in public naked. I switched to images, but they were all completely censored. We both giggled at the thought. But both of us agreed that we’d never, ever, be brave enough to try it.

My detention was for using a swear word, specifically the word ‘damn’ on school property. Avery’s was for leaving detention two seconds early. We were in opposite ends of the hallway, with two other students between us.

My parents wanted to complain that the word was hardly a swear word anymore. They were furious that a teacher gave me detention for saying it. But I told them to let it go. They suspected it was for something else, but didn’t push it.

Avery and I became friends. More than friends. We shared our first kiss right after our detention. We never heard anyone talk about Avery running naked down the hall or across the parking lot.

That fall, on the last day of school, Avery invited me to follow him. He wouldn’t say where we were going, or why. He led us to a city bus, and paid my fee. We got off at the edge of town, where he then entered a gravel driveway that led between two fields of corn.

“I know the man who owns and runs the farm,” Avery said as we approached a house. I could hear dogs barking inside. “He had to leave unexpectedly to take care of a family member over in Carson County. He’s paying me to feed, water, and play with the dogs. Don’t worry, other than slobber all over you, they are harmless.”

He used a key to unlock the front door and two Labradors jumped on him. They clearly were excited to see him. They sniffed at me as he held the door open and let them outside. We went inside, where he cleaned up a spot where one of them had peed. Then we joined the dogs outside.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he said as he watched the dogs play. “Streaking. I’m inviting you to join me. Here on the farm, where nobody will see us except Pete and Repete.” He pointed at the two dogs. “They’ll probably run along with us. You don’t have to, and I won’t do it unless you try it too.”

I stared at him. “I didn’t see you after school yesterday,” I said. “You were here, weren’t you. You’ve already tried it.”

“Yeah. It was great. It felt great. Better than the hallway at school. Nobody lives within a mile of here. There is one spot where cars on the road can see you for about 10 seconds. Other than that, it was just me and the dogs.” He paused, his cheeks showing a reddish tint. “But don’t let me pressure you. Don’t feel like you have to. I want to, with you, but if you say no it won’t change things between us.”

The truth was, I had also been curious about the concept of streaking. And I trusted him. He wouldn’t have a dozen friends hiding in the corn fields waiting to jump out and see me naked.

“I, uh, wow,” I muttered.

“If you will go with me, I’ll even strip first. It isn’t like you haven’t seen me naked before. But I don’t want to do it if you’re not going to come along.”

It was a tempting but scary idea. Being naked. With a boy, who was also naked. If anyone saw us, I don’t know what I would do.

“Nobody will see us,” he said as if he could read my thoughts. “Although for me, it will be a little tougher than it was yesterday. I’ve got a boner, and it will slow me down.”

Even though I had seen it once, I wanted to see it again. But that would mean he’d see me. I felt like I owed him for what I had done to him. I made up my mind.

“Last one naked has to stay that way until the other one is completely dressed,” I said as I began stripping as fast as I could.

I wondered if he had let me win. He seemed to match my effort, but only after I’d removed an article of clothing. As I removed my panties, he lowered his boxers.

Then we were both naked. He hadn’t lied, his dick was a solid, twitching bunch of white flesh with a bright pink head at the end of it. He was staring at me as much as I was at him.

“Show me the route,” I said, breaking the tension.

We jogged along. His dick swayed up and down, sometime slapping his abdomen with a sound I could hear. The dogs loved running along with us, and we had to be careful to keep from tripping over them.

And he was right. It was a strange but totally enjoyable journey. I’d always thought of myself as a prude, but not after this. The two of us, totally naked except for shoes, running side by side. No competition, just fun.

As we crossed the driveway, I could see the road. No cars went by in the few seconds where we could be seen. Then we curved back towards the farmhouse.

He dutifully stood there as I dressed, watching me closely. I put everything back on except my shirt. “Maybe I’ll save this until we’re near the bus stop,” I teased.

“As you wish,” he responded with a grin.

It took me a few seconds to remember where I’d heard that before. Then I had it. We’d watched the Princess Bride a few months ago, a truly enjoyable movie. It was Westley’s constant response to whatever order Buttercup gave him.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” he said, interrupting my memories. He gripped his dick and began stroking it. Slowly at first, and then with more urgency.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I was watching a boy masturbate. His cheeks and ears were bright red, but he continued, fully aware that I was watching. Then his knees bent and his breathing changed as he pumped several bursts of what I knew was semen onto the ground.

“I’ve got to feed the dogs and then we have to get going or we’ll miss the next bus. Or we could stay for another hour for the last one.”

As he got the food our, with help from the two dogs, I filled the small trough with their water. The dogs circled around the two bowls, each eager to eat. They switched bowls every few seconds.

“I want to do it again,” I said.

“We can, tomorrow, if you can be here at then. The owner said he’d be back by around two, but I’d like to done and dressed well before that in case he’s early.

“No, now, I said as I began undressing again. “Oh, and tomorrow too.”

He wasn’t hard the second time around, and we ran a bit faster. The dogs loved it even more. This time, as we crossed the driveway, a car did go by. I wondered if anyone who knew us saw us.

When we got back, I dressed. Completely this time, allowing him to dress too.

“I’ll have to make sure I beat you tomorrow,” he said to me with a wink. “I’m really glad you agreed to try it. Not just because I got to see you naked, but mostly because we did it together. That made it even more enjoyable.”

We played with the dogs until it was time to go. He put them inside and made sure to lock the door, and then we headed for the bus stop.

The next day I made sure he won the race to nude. He was more than happy to keep me naked for the next two hours. It was very much different to be the only one undressed, and I knew what I’d be doing as soon as I got home. Even though he’d shown me how boys masturbate, I wasn’t ready to show him how I did it. He didn’t mention it, but I’m sure it had to be on his mind.

The rest of summer, we searched around for a place to streak again, but no place we could easily reach offered us the security of not being caught that we both desired. As the beginning of the next school year approached, our love remained strong.

On the first day of school, Mrs. Mitchel smiled as she passed us in the hall. We were holding hands. She seemed to approve.

The end