Ayden’s Adventures

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Ayden Hall, a fourteen year old boy, learns he should’ve listened to his mother when she warned him about the big, wide world and all the dangers in it. His trip to visit his father gets sidetracked in a number of embarrassing ways.


Ayden’s Adventures

by PatrickNaked


The bus.

The day was unbearably hot, even more so inside the bus. There was no way to open the windows to let in a breeze. Everyone was sweating. Everyone smelled bad. Ayden glanced around to see if anyone was looking his way. No, they were all too busy being hot and miserable. He leaned his head down and took a cautious sniff at his armpit. Yes, he stank too. His t-shirt was soaked and clung to his thin torso. His jeans chafed at his crotch whenever he moved his legs. And he needed to pee like crazy.

The bus was a broken down wreck without a functioning restroom or air conditioner. A fellow passenger, as irritated as Ayden, had told him it was built before 1950, making it at least ten years old. Those had apparently been ten extremely hard years with little care or maintenance.

This was supposed to be the first real adventure of his fourteen year old life. So far it had been tedious and miserable. Maybe all adventures were like this. Books and movies romanticized them, but reality was more dismal. And smellier. And none of the heroes he’d read about were ever trapped for hours on a bus without a working restroom. Mom had warned him not to drink two Coca-Colas right before he left. She’d also warned him to use the restroom. She hadn’t been very persuasive, so the current discomfort in his bladder was all her fault.

He told himself it wouldn’t all be like this. Once he reached Dad’s the adventure would begin in earnest. This was just the prelude. He also reminded himself he was lucky to be on this trip at all. It had taken a prolonged assault of whining and wheedling to wear Mom down to the point she agreed to let him spend three weeks at Dad’s over the summer break. He had been masterful in his manipulations.

His father lived two states away. Almost a thousand miles. Ayden had only seen him twice since the divorce two years ago. And Dad had come to him. This time Ayden was doing the traveling. It made him feel very grown up.

There had been a few tense moments as departure day was approaching. Mom looked like she was rethinking the whole thing. Ayden had to renew his attack.

“It’s not that far, Mom. Just a few hundred miles.”

“It’s a thousand miles, Ayden, and you know it. And you’ll be all alone the whole time there. And back. You’ll be out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from civilization.”

“MOM, Once I leave North Carolina, I’ll be going through Tennessee and part of Arkansas. Not exactly the jungles of South America.”

“You don’t need to go to South America to find a jungle. Tennessee is bad enough. The rednecks there are more dangerous than any jungle lion.”

Ayden laughed. “I don’t think they have lions in South America. Lions don’t hang out in jungles anyway.”

“I don’t CARE,” Mom snapped. Ayden saw she was close to crying. Uh oh. That wasn’t good. “You’re barely fourteen years old. Someone could grab you at a rest stop and… do things to you.”

“Do things to me? What kind of things?” Ayden loved his mother, but she could be very weird.

“You know what I’m talking about. Or you should.” She sighed. “I guess I didn’t teach you about that kind of thing. I think I was too squeamish. This is my fault.”

Ayden did actually have an idea what she meant. It made him uneasy to think about it, so he didn’t. “Mom, no one is going to beat me up or anything.”

“That’s not…” She sighed again. “I don’t mean just that. You’re a young boy. You have… fair features.”

Ayden snorted. “Fair features? What does THAT mean?” Actually, he knew exactly what that meant, too. It was a source of continual frustration for him. While most of his friends were starting to look like the men they’d become, Ayden still looked boyish. Or, as some of the meaner boys sometimes said, girlish. He was starting to believe he’d never have a girlfriend. The girls at his school wanted James Dean from Rebel Without a Cause. He was more of a Sal Mineo, if Sal had light brown hair and looked about twelve years old.

“There are people out there who… prey on young, pretty boys.”

“PRETTY?” Ayden was outraged. “Boys aren’t pretty, Mom. GIRLS are pretty. You’ve lost it.”

“Yes, I shouldn’t have said that. It was the wrong choice of words. But there are men out there who want to use boys like they’re girls.”

Ayden clapped his hands over his ears. “No no no no no no. I’m not hearing this.”

“This is obviously going badly. But I want to be honest with you. I know I said you could go. But it’s starting to feel like a very bad idea.”

“You PROMISED, dammit,” Ayden screamed at her.

“You know about raising your voice. And you know not to cuss at me. You need to think before you open your mouth. It’s always getting you in trouble. Just go to your room for now. We’ll discuss it later when you calm down.”

Furious, and convinced the cause was lost, he ran to his room, pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, and threw himself face down onto his bed. He lay there and indulged in hot, angry tears. Mom just didn’t understand. He was fourteen now. Practically an adult. He could take care of himself. And some strange man wasn’t going to do stuff to him anyway. Mom was hysterical. Where did she come up with this stuff?

About an hour later, he awakened to the sound of the door opening behind him. Raising up on his elbows and looking over his shoulder, he yelped, “MOM. Can’t you knock? I’m in my underwear.”

“Like I haven’t seen you in your underwear, and even less, a million times.”

“Mom, I’m fourteen. You’re not supposed to mention stuff like that anymore. No mentioning giving me baths or changing my diapers. It’s off limits.”

“Oh, yes. You’re all grown up now.” She sat down on the bed. “Which brings me to the subject at hand.”

Ayden dropped back down to the mattress. “Here it comes.”

“Yes, here it comes.” She paused. “I’m… I’m going to let you go. I did promise. And maybe it’s time for you to get out on your own for a while. JUST a while.”

Ayden bounded off the bed with astonishing speed. He stood before his mother, completely forgetting to be embarrassed about wearing nothing but his briefs. “You mean it? You really mean it?”

“Yes. It’s probably the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Next to marrying your father. Of course, that wasn’t a TOTAL mistake. I got a cute little baby boy out of it. One who looks so precious in his Fruit of the Looms.”

“MOM!” Ayden was a very modest boy. Even with his mother. Especially with his mother.

“Remember, it’s a big, wide world out there. And it’s full of ugly things and ugly people. You have to be careful. Understand?” She stood up.

Ayden threw his arms around his mother. “You’re the best.” Realizing he had just hugged his mother in only his underwear, he backed away before she could return the embrace. He clasped his hands over the front of his briefs. “Can we… uhm… talk about the details when I’m dressed?” he asked sheepishly.

“Speaking of which, we need to get you some new clothes for the trip. All your t-shirts are too short, and you only have one good pair of jeans. The others are all faded to nothing.” She looked at him critically. “Your underwear are ratty as hell, too.”

“Mom. Stop looking at my underwear.” Ayden’s face turned beet red. “And I don’t need new clothes. You just want to delay the trip another day.”

“You’re probably right. Ok. Go travel the world. Don’t worry about your poor, old mother worrying back home.” Before he could react, she pulled him into an embrace that lasted far too long for a boy in just his ratty underwear.

Now, as he simmered in his sweat and had a headache from the heat, he could almost regret talking his mother into this. Almost, but not quite. But if they didn’t stop for a bathroom break soon, that all could change. His bladder was bloated and even his peter felt like it was full to the brim. He was having to consciously tighten his pee hole to keep from humiliating himself in front of everyone on the bus.

He craned his neck to look outside. He had wanted a seat by the window, but hadn’t managed to get one. The passenger to his left, a very rotund woman who looked like she was dressed for church, was leaning against the side of the bus and snoring rather loudly. She blocked most of his view of the outside world. All he could see was the endless, repetitious line of trees. There hadn’t been a hint of a gas station or any other signs of habitation for ages. Surely they were going to come upon something soon. He couldn’t be the only one on board who had to pee. How long did they expect people to hold it?

He saw a blonde haired girl a few seats up turn around to look at him. He had seen her and her brunette friend when he boarded. They looked to be around his age. He had smiled shyly at them as he passed on his way to find a seat. They had both burst out laughing, embarrassing him. He hurried on by. He wondered why she was looking at him now. She turned back to her friend and they both started laughing again. What was THAT about?

Then he knew. He had unconsciously pulled his legs together tightly to try and keep the pee in. His feet were doing a little tap dance on the floor. And worse, his left hand was clutching his peter through his jeans. He had no idea how long he’d been doing this. He looked directly across the aisle. A rural looking couple were both staring at him with a mixture of amusement and contempt. He turned his head to look at the seat behind them. Two men in shabby business suits were laughing and looking his way. One of them grabbed his own crotch and made a face. Glancing up towards the front of the bus again, he saw others turning in their seats as word apparently spread about the boy about to wet his pants. This was the most embarrassed he’d ever been in his life.

He was close to the point of no return. Awful as the notion was, he was going to have to go up and ask the driver to pull over so he could go outside and pee. Then another thought occurred to him. There was nowhere he could do it in private. He thought about facing the bus right up next to it, but the driver wouldn’t like him peeing all over his vehicle, so that was out. The tree line was too far away on both sides of the road. He’d have to do it right out in the open. And the bus had big windows all the way around. He’d turn his back to the bus, of course, but everyone would still know what he was doing. They’d probably be able to see the stream of pee between his legs. After he finished, he’d have to come back inside with everyone staring at him. Laughing at him.

No, he couldn’t do it. He’d just have to find some superhuman strength to hold it all in.

That’s when the bus hit a pothole about the size of a moon crater. It was jarring for everyone on board, but catastrophic for Ayden. He briefly lost control and a substantial volume of pee escaped. He felt its warm wetness with the hand that was clutching his peter. Looking down, he saw it had spread enough beyond his hand to be obvious to anyone who looked at him. They hit another pothole. The wet area spread further.

To make it even worse, now that he had peed it was getting harder to hold the rest in. He was going to have to tell the driver to pull over. And to do that he had to go all the way up the aisle clutching his peter with a big wet patch on his jeans. Everyone was going to know he’d wet his pants.

The trip forward wasn’t TOO bad. Most of the passengers were facing forward, so they only got a brief glimpse of him as he went by holding himself. Some, however, were facing backwards. He was the reason they were doing so. The two girls were staring and laughing. As he passed by them, the brunette whispered, “That must’ve been one hell of a wet dream.” How did she even know about that kind of thing? That was boy business. They started laughing so hard they were gasping for breath. He hoped they’d die of oxygen deprivation.

The bus driver, a big burly man with thick black hair and a two day beard, proved to be less than sympathetic. "Ten more minutes till we reach the next stop. You're a big boy. You can hold it till then," he stated dismissively.

Ayden leaned down and hissed desperately, "Please. I can't hold it. I really can't. If I let go of my thing, it's all going to come gushing out."

"Then I suggest you don't let go. And I more than suggest you get back to your seat. Now. You’re not supposed to stand or walk in the aisle while the bus is in motion.”

Ayden let out an anguished sob. He knew this cause was lost. The driver was a callous bastard. Still clutching himself with one hand, the boy turned to make his way back to his seat. The driver, not taking his eyes from the road, reached out one hand and grabbed Ayden's right arm in a painful grip.

"If you pee all over my bus, you're gonna clean it up. And I don't carry no towels. You'll have to strip down and use your clothes. And I don't give a damn who sees your bare butt while you're down on the floor wiping up your piss. If you’re too bashful to do it, I'll stop this bus and strip you down myself. You goddamned little punks don't take any personal responsibility. Well, you're about to learn some. This whole bus just saw you wet your pants like a baby. You pee any more and they'll see your naked ass and everything else."

Good Lord, that was over the top. Ayden was stunned. No one had ever talked to him like this before. This guy was some kind of maniac. Even when his parents or teachers got after him about something... even when he got swats at school or a spanking at home... he didn't feel like he was actually in danger. But he could tell this lunatic of a bus driver would do exactly what he threatened. This wasn't even Ayden's fault. He couldn't help it if he had to go to the bathroom. And now, if he couldn't hold it in anymore and his bladder released its two gallons of pee, not only would he be humiliated even more in front of an entire busload of people, this crazy man would then strip him naked and make him mop it up with his clothes. What would he do then? He couldn't put them back on in that condition, and his suitcase was stowed away in the luggage compartment. This madman probably wouldn't let him out to get clean clothes. This was a nightmare.

Ayden jerked his arm out of the driver's grasp. Under his breath, he muttered, "Asshole." He thought he’d spoken softly enough to not be heard. Unfortunately, he hadn't.

"You'll pay for that at the next stop, kid. Count on it."

His mouth had gotten him in trouble again. When would it ever learn? The trip back to his seat was like running a gauntlet of humiliation. Every eye was on him as he staggered down the aisle, one hand clutching his thing through his jeans while the other grasped the back of the seats he passed to keep from falling over. He didn't see much sympathy in those eyes. The wet spot in front was plainly visible. He wished he'd worn his new jeans like his mother suggested. They were dark blue and would've hidden the wet spot better. The faded jeans he had chosen provided way too much contrast. Mom should've insisted, Ayden thought. This was all HER fault.

All of his fellow travelers were grinning and talking among themselves as they watched him. Many were laughing outright, including the two girls. He could feel his face burning. One man asked, "Your mama let you out of the house without your diaper, sonny?"

The bus driver called out from behind Ayden, "Everyone hang on. Sudden stop coming." The bus lurched almost to a stop, then sped up again. Everyone besides Ayden was thrown slightly forward, but braced themselves against the seat in front of them. Ayden, standing in the aisle, had no such safety net. He was thrown backwards to the floor. When he landed, his grip on his thing lessened just enough to let out another surge of pee before he could clamp back down. The wet spot in the front of his jeans was twice as big now.

The bus driver called back to him, "That's why there's no standing in the aisle when the bus is in motion."

Still laying on his back, Ayden yelled in return, "You did that on purpose."

"Nope. Thought I saw a deer in the road. False alarm, though."

Ayden struggled up from the floor, having to pull himself one-handed by the metal frame of a seat. The effort produced another leak. He had no idea how he was going to hide it as he sprinted between the bus and the restroom once they stopped. Hopefully, the gas station would be deserted.

Trying to ignore the jeering expressions on the faces of everyone he passed, Ayden finally made it back to his seat. He sat there moaning and rocking back and forth with both hands clutching himself. The lady in the church clothes was now awake. Her face spoke of her terror that the boy sitting next to her would suddenly burst in an explosion of urine.

An older lady in front of him, who looked like someone's kindly old grandma, turned around in her seat and ventured a suggestion. "I've got a large clothespin in my bag if you want to clamp it off good'n tight."

Ayden look at her in horror. "Owww."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself, young'un. But I think that driver WANTS you to let loose with a flood. He looks like he'd enjoy stripping you down and making you crawl around on the floor with your heinie in the air. I think those little girlies up there who’ve been giggling about you might appreciate it, too." She looked him up and down. "Heck, I wouldn't turn away, myself. You're a little cutie." She gave him a big creepy smile. “I can see the shape of your boysnake there the way you’re squeezing it. Really brings out the form. You’re a big boy to be so small everywhere else.”

Dear God. That wasn't very grandmotherly at all. Ayden looked down to where he was gripping his peter at the base. She was right. He could clearly see the outline of his thing through the wet fabric. He closed his eyes and started rocking back and forth, hoping this would relieve some of the pressure. He was starting to agree with his mother about the big wide world.

When the bus pulled into an old dilapidated gas station/store/diner, Ayden bounded to the front before anyone else could even stand up. But before he could make it out through the door, the driver slid his hand down into the back of the boy's jeans and pulled him up short. "Not so fast, kiddo. And stop holding yourself like that. There’s no masterbation on MY bus.”

“I’m not… if I let go, I could start peeing. It’s trickling out even with me holding it.” Passengers were filing by out of the bus, seeing and hearing everything.

Ayden tried to wriggle away again, saying, "Let me go. Please." The pressure from his bladder was so intense it felt like the head of his thing was about to explode. A bigger trickle of pee was making its way out of him. Disaster was imminent. He was writhing in place, held there effortlessly by the driver. More passengers laughed as they passed by.

The driver was unmoved by Ayden’s plight. He reminded the boy, “Your hand…?”

“Ok, ok.” He cautiously released his hold, tightening up his pee hole at the same time. It seemed to be holding for the moment.

The driver told him, "Good boy. Now, I feel it's my duty to impress upon you the importance of abiding by the rules set down by the management of this bus line.”

Oh no. He didn’t have time for a lecture. "Look. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stood up while the bus was moving. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise." He felt a little pee escape.

"I'm only doing this for your own good. You understand that, don't you?"

Desperation was making Ayden's voice shrill. "Yes, I understand. I was bad. But I've learned my lesson. I promise. I promise. Really, really, really." He was tempted to try wriggling away again, but didn’t dare.

The two girls reached the front. The blonde one told Ayden, "You're kinda cute when you're hysterical." The brunette said, "Maybe we can get together. Once you're potty trained." They both started laughing again. He could still hear them after they disappeared into the small store connected to the station. Only Ayden and the driver were left in the bus.

Ayden stopped struggling. "Mister, please. I said I was sorry. I meant it. Please let me go. I'm starting to pee again."

"OK. You’ve said you were sorry for standing in the aisle. I’ll accept that. Is that ALL you're sorry for?"

Now that the boy had stopped fighting against the stronger man's restraint, he realized the driver's hand wasn’t just inside his jeans. The big fingers were inside his underwear, too. One finger was way down into his crack. The others were touching his butt cheeks on either side. THAT was awkward. The man had to know his hand was in a rather intimate area. Ayden forgot about his need to pee for the moment. He didn't like this.

The driver continued, “Nothing else? Nothing at all?" He pulled his hand out of Ayden’s pants. The boy briefly thought he was being released, but then the driver grabbed him roughly and spun him around to face him. Since the driver was still seated, this put Ayden’s soaked crotch right in front of his face. The driver barked out an ugly laugh. Then he hooked his hand down the front of the boys jeans… and underwear… and pulled him forward. Ayden could feel the man’s fingers in his little bush of boy hair. This had gone way beyond awkward now.

“I asked you a question, sonny. Is that all you’re sorry for?”

Ayden knew the man was asking something specific, but had no idea what it was. What else was there for him to apologize about? Oh. Now he knew. "I'm sorry I called you an asshole. That was rude. You were just doing your job. Now, will you let me go? My pants are getting soaked. Please. I’m begging you.” Ayden was close to crying. He knew the man could hear it in his voice.

The driver slowly withdrew his hand from Ayden's jeans, running his fingernails up against the boy's bare skin. Once his hand was free, he reached around and swatted Ayden’s bottom hard, causing another increase in the trickle. That trickle was going to become a torrent at any moment.

"See? That's all it takes. A little respect for your elders. Now run along and potty like a good boy. And remember. We leave in thirty minutes. I don't wait for no one."

With a whimper, Ayden tripped down the bus steps, almost falling flat on his face at the bottom. He looked around frantically for a restroom sign. There. An arrow with the word ‘Men’s’ pointing around the corner of the gas station to his left.


A bathroom break around back.

When he rounded the corner, he stopped with a cry of distress. There were five men lined up at the door to the men's room. He wasn't going to make it.

Hearing that sound of anguish, everyone turned to look at him. He knew he was a ridiculous sight, with both hands clutching his crotch and the big, wet patch now extending midway down his thighs.

“Can I go to the head of the line? I’ve gotta go. Really bad.”

One of the businessmen from the bus said, “Everybody’s gotta go. That’s why we’re here, kid. Think you’re special or something?” There was a general murmuring of agreement, accompanied by the laughter Ayden seemed to incite in everyone around him.

One man took pity on him. “Just go around the back of the building and take a whizz, son. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Nobody’s going to see you.”

With only a short hesitation, Ayden was off and running around the corner, hoping the man was correct and it would be deserted in the back. Luck seemed to be on his side for once. There was nothing but the rusty corrugated steel siding of the building, some even rustier metal drums, an old screen door, and lots of weeds.

Ayden was going to face the building and pee on the siding, but there wasn’t even time for that. Pee was starting to flow freely. He scrabbled unsuccessfully at his zipper for a few moments, clumsy in his haste. “To hell with it.” He quickly and savagely wrenched his fly open. He was only vaguely aware of the button from his jeans flying off into the weeds. He jerked his pants and underwear down to his knees at the same time. Pee gushed straight down into his underwear, soaking them even more. He grabbed his peter and directed the stream away from him in a long arc. It was hitting the siding after all.

Relief was a blow that almost brought him to his knees. It felt so good to finally be able to let it all just gush out of him. Peeing had never felt like this before. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a long, satisfied, “Ahhhhhhhhh.” At that moment, he wasn’t even worried about his soaked clothing. All he was aware of was the long jet of urine streaming out of him that felt almost orgasmic.

Even in the outdoors, this was actually more private than the men's room would've been. It had been constructed with a wide open doorway and a narrow freestanding wooden wall a few feet in front of it. That barrier did nothing to hide the interior of the restroom. As Ayden had run by, he'd seen a man sitting on the toilet, also in full view of the men lined up for their turn. At least the women's room was elsewhere, probably on the other side of the building, so that lessened the chance of a girl or woman seeing you in what should be a very private moment.

“You’re not supposed to do that. Annie doesn’t like it.”

What? Ayden opened his eyes. A face was peeking at him through the screen door four feet away. It was a girl of about ten or eleven. The boy’s jeans and underwear had fallen all the way down to his ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down. For all practical purposes, he was wearing a short, sweaty t-shirt and nothing else. And he was peeing.

Just when he thought the embarrassments of the day couldn’t get worse. The only other time a girl had seen him naked was around three years ago when his cousin Janet had walked in on him, intentionally he was sure, as he was coming out of the shower. He had been eleven. She was twelve. She saw everything. He was so stricken, he burst into tears right on the spot. She stared for what seemed an hour, but was probably only a minute. Or two. Three at the most. Ayden was too shocked to even move, like a deer caught in the headlights. Janet finally apologized and slowly backed out the door, never taking her eyes off him. He had threatened to tattle to his mother, but never did. It was just too embarrassing

This time was worse. He was older. His peter was bigger. He had a tiny bush of curly hair above it. And this girl was seeing it all. And seeing pee coming out of him. He had been kind of proud of that long stream he was producing. Now the length of it just made it that much more obvious. For the first time, he heard the sound of it spattering against the metal siding. That was probably what alerted the girl to his transgression.

Well, he was older than her. He could deal with this. “Get the hell outta here, kid. Move it.”

Her face scrunched up into a frown. “Fine. I wasn’t gonna tell Annie, but now I am.” She disappeared into the building.

“Wait,” Ayden called. Damn. His mouth had done it to him again. He put more pressure behind the pee, forcing it out quicker. It was almost at the end. He prayed he could finish and get back on the bus before this Annie came outside.

SLAM. No such luck. The screen door smacked into the side of the building. The girl was there, pointing her finger quite unnecessarily at Ayden as though she had to pick him out of a lineup of half-naked boys with pee running out of them. Standing next to her was a short, stout woman who looked like she could still play roller derby at her fifty or so years. Her black and gray hair was pulled up in a bun. Her face probably looked mean as hell even when she wasn't in a state of rage.

Ayden's stream trickled to a stop. He dropped his hand to his side, unable to do anything else. He was even more stunned into immobility than he had been with his cousin Janet. The girl who had ratted him out had a self-satisfied smirk on her face. She stared directly at Ayden's boy parts and smiled even bigger.

Annie bellowed, "You damned little devil. Who do you think you are, dropping your drawers and peeing all over my establishment? You're like a mangy, mongrel dog. Well, I got a cure for mongrel dogs.

Ayden saw the belt in her hand too late. She swung it in an arc that snapped around behind him and smacked him right across his bottom. It stung like crazy. The pain cured his immobility. He turned and tried to run away, but his pants were still down around his ankles. They tripped him up, making him fall to his hands and knees. Annie bent down and grabbed him around the waist, lifting his lower half up and holding him in place with surprising strength. She doubled the belt over so she held both ends in her hand and started whipping his bare butt with the loop of leather. Ayden cried and howled, scrabbling at the ground, but was locked in place. He could only pray for it to end.

He saw the girl walk around behind him to observe his punishment from that vantage. Part of Ayden's mind envisioned what she could see. His bottom, his ballsack hanging down and swinging back and forth, and probably his bottomhole. Even Janet hadn't seen THAT. This girl certainly knew how to get her revenge. Why had he yelled at her like that?

When Annie decided she had chastised the mangy, mongrel dog sufficiently, she released him. He dropped back to his hand and knees, hanging his head to the ground and crying. His bottom was on fire.

"Get up, boy." Ayden obediently stood. He hung his head in shame, still crying. He rubbed his abused bottom with both hands. When he finally looked up, he saw a small crowd of men and women from the bus standing at the corner of the building. His wails must've drawn them over. The two girls were there, too. Of course. They both had their hands over their mouths and were shaking with laughter.

Even with the horror and humiliation he was engulfed in, an errant thought bobbed to the surface of his mind... the women had to walk by the men's room to get to that corner. Had they seen in? How could they not? Did they see someone sitting on the toilet? Ayden's sense of modesty extended to the male only spaces he had to use. Like locker rooms and restrooms. A woman shouldn't be able to see into those areas, even if they were unoccupied. It was unseemly.

Then, all that was forgotten when he saw the old grandma in the crowd. She winked at him. This was too much. Through his diminishing sobs, he asked Annie, "Can I pull my pants up now?" She had truly whipped him into submission.

"Pull 'em up, boy. You think anyone wants to see your birthday suit?"

Ayden wanted to say the girl beside her certainly did. And grandma over there was practically salivating over his boysnake. But for once, he kept his mouth shut. He reached down and dragged his wet underwear up, then his jeans. That's when he remembered the button flying off. Oh no. He tried to pull his zipper up, hoping that alone would hold his pants in place. But the zipper had suffered damage, too. The tab was off its track and some of the zipper teeth were bent and crooked. Holding his pants up, he looked at the assembled gawkers. "Can anyone help me?" he asked miserably.

His fellow passengers started looking anywhere but at him. They began drifting back towards the bus. No one wanted to be caught up in the train wreck that was Unfortunate Ayden. He felt a flash of hatred. There were grownups in that bunch. He was a kid. They should be helping him. He looked at Annie, pleading with his eyes.

"Do I look like your seamstress?"

No, Ayden thought. You look like a bitch.

The old grandma appeared in front of him. She held out what looked like a diaper pin. Ayden had to admit it was fitting. Maybe if he'd taken her up on the clothespin suggestion earlier, none of this would've happened.

"I'll fix your jeans, boy, but there's a price. First drop 'em back down for a minute," grandma ordered. The boy nodded and complied. He felt so hopeless, he was ready to accept help from even this lecherous old woman. His jeans fell back down to his ankles, leaving him in just his t-shirt and wet, discolored underwear. Hooking the gnarled fingers of both hands into the waistband of his underwear, the only part still dry, she pulled the garment down to mid-thigh and took a long look. Ayden gritted his teeth and balled up his fists at his sides. He let out a low moan of shame. He was voluntarily letting this woman do this to him. He felt dirty.

"My, my. Such a sight for these old eyes." Ayden closed his own eyes so he couldn't see the hungry look on her face. "Lucky for me I've had kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. I'm used to a little pee in the pants." He shuddered when he felt her thumbs trace their way down his peter. Then her fingers wrapped around behind his ballsack and gently squeezed. She explored everything, even reaching around to fondle his sore bottom. After an eternity of touching, she pulled his underwear back up. "Now your pants, boy. I'm too old to bend down and get 'em." After he pulled his jeans back into place, she slipped the pin through the buttonhole and where the button used to be and snapped it closed. "That should hold you, young man." She winked again, pinched his cheek lightly, and followed the rest of the passengers back around the building.

Annie and the girl were still looking on. Ayden had forgotten all about them. He felt a fresh rush of shame. They had seen what he allowed that old hag to do to him. He couldn't believe Annie had let the girl watch.

"Don't start blubbering again. You ain't the first boy I seen on the road whoring himself out. And young Beatrice here needs to learn what the world is like. You just showed her a good example."

"I'm not a WHORE," Ayden exclaimed.

"Sure, you ain't, sonny. Now you better run along or the bus is gonna leave without you. And I don't want to have to look at you anymore. I already seen far too much." The girl Beatrice snickered. They both turned and went back inside, the screen door slamming behind them.


The restroom.

Ayden dashed around the corner, his wet jeans sticking uncomfortably to his legs. As he was passing the men's room, the bus driver was just emerging, pulling his zipper up. The man was even bigger than Ayden had guessed. The driver grabbed the boy by the arm and swung him around.

"Whoa there, little guy. You're not getting on my bus like that. You're drenched."

Ayden let out a cry of frustration. Was nothing going to go right for him? Then he thought of the obvious solution. "Let me get into the luggage compartment. I can get a change of clothes out of my suitcase."

Still holding onto Ayden's arm, the driver shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, kid. Passengers aren't allowed to retrieve luggage till the final destination on their ticket or at a point where they have to switch over to a different bus." He shrugged as if to say it was all out of his hands.

"Nooooooooo. What am I supposed to do?" The tears were back, running down his cheeks. The driver didn't try to hide his amusement.

"Well, let's see." The driver looked at his watch. You've got about fifteen more minutes. There just might be time." He started marching Ayden to the restroom. Ayden was alarmed.

"What are you going to do?" All kinds of possibilities ran through his mind. None of them good. Why hadn't he listened to Mom?

"You're going to wash the pee out of your clothes in the sink. Then you're going to lay them over this wooden partition. With the sun and the hundred and ten degree heat, they should dry out soon enough. If they don't, a little dampness won't hurt as long as it's not pee. I can let you on that way."

Gratitude washed through Ayden like a cleansing wave. "Thank you. Thank you." He didn't even try to shrug off the driver's arm like he had been about to.

They entered the restroom. It was tiny. The toilet was directly across from that big open doorway. A sink was to the left with a mirror above it. Ayden turned to look back through the door. That wall didn't cover anything. He could see the big outdoors stretching out on either side. He couldn't imagine sitting on the toilet doing his business, completely exposed to anyone who happened by. Or in front of those men who'd been lined up earlier. Then he remembered he'd just peed outside while naked from the waist down in front of Annie and Beatrice. He wished he was an adult so he could drink that memory away. Along with all the other ones from this horrible day.

"Hurry it up, kid. Clock's tickin'."

"Wait. Your staying while I do it." Ayden hadn't realized that was part of the deal.

"I'm making sure you get everything properly clean. I know how slipshod you kids can be." He waited.

Ayden looked down and shuffled his feet. This was awkward. It'd be awkward even if so many people hadn't already seen way too much of him that day.

"I'll do it properly. I promise."

"Shit," the driver muttered, then grabbed the hem of Ayden's t-shirt and pulled it up over the boy's head, then tossed it into the sink. He was already working on the diaper pin before Ayden realized what was happening. The driver was undressing him. Before he could squawk out a protest, his jeans and underwear were pulled down to his ankles. They'd spent a lot of time down there that day.

The driver grabbed him right under his bare armpits and forced him down onto the toilet. While Ayden was making inarticulate noises, his sneakers and socks came off, then the rest of his clothes. He had been rendered completely naked in no more than thirty seconds. The driver had done what he threatened to do earlier... stripped him down himself.

And Ayden was doing what he'd swore he couldn't. He was sitting on the toilet in front of that big, wide, barely obscured doorway where anyone walking by could see him.

"Get up and start washing. I'm not gonna do everything for you. Use the hand soap on 'em." He paused. "After you wash the clothes and hang 'em out, wash yourself, too. You smell like a urinal."

Ayden looked at his shirt draped over the edge of the sink. "I didn't pee on my t-shirt. Can I put it back on?"

"It's sweaty as hell. Might as well wash it along with everything else."

Ayden sighed and got up. He had to squeeze by the driver in the close confines. A very personal appendage brushed up against the driver's thick, hairy arm. The man could've easily stepped back into the doorway, giving him more room. But he didn't. That foolish feeling of gratitude Ayden experienced earlier had already died a bitter death.

The driver leaned back against the wall on the other side of the toilet and watched Ayden scrubbing out his clothes in the sink. "Ol' Annie really tanned your hide. I heard your caterwauling, but didn't see the show. I hear you put on quite a performance."

Ayden said, "I'm glad you think this is so funny." He gave the man a hateful look through the mirror.

When he finished the t-shirt. He looked out the doorway at the wood partition. He really didn't want to step outside to hang the shirt up. "Can you do it?" he asked meekly.

The driver made a show of thinking hard. "Well, I don't know. I already undressed you when you couldn't manage to do it yourself. And you didn't even thank me. Just like before. You seem to have a problem with that. You’re a very ungrateful kid.”

Ayden gritted his teeth, but gave in. "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" the driver asked innocently.

"Th... thank you for undressing me." This was agony.

"Oh. So you like for men to undress you?"

"What? NO." How much more bizarre could this day get?

"But you thanked me for doing it." The driver was smirking openly.

Ayden didn't trust himself to speak. His mouth would only make the situation worse. He just went to the door and looked both ways before quickly jumping out to hang up the t-shirt. He returned to the sink and started scrubbing his underwear.

The man walked up behind him, then reached around on either side and placed his hands on the edges of the sink. He leaned in till Ayden was pinned against the porcelain. "Don't think I haven't seen the faces you've been making at me in the mirror. That's very rude. It hurts my feelings. Just like when you called me an asshole." Ayden tried to ignore him and continue washing his clothes. "I think you're going to owe me more than an apology this time. A lot more. Let's say... hmmmm... a few minutes on your knees oughta do it. Then everything will be fine between us. Don’t try to say you don’t know what I mean.”

Ayden started shaking. He stopped washing and stared down into the sink, his breathing coming in little gasps. "No way," he managed to state flatly. "Get out of here." He'd had enough of being used. Submitting to that old woman in exchange for a diaper pin still made him shrivel up inside with shame. "GET OUT," he screamed.

"You're making a big mistake," the driver said calmly. "As long as I'm in here with you, the bus can't leave without you." He walked out the door, calling over his shoulder, "Think about it." He waited a minute to see if Ayden changed his mind. Then he was gone.

Oh God. Ayden started to run after the driver, then stopped. He was still completely naked. He wanted to scream, “Wait. Come back.” But he knew what that would mean. He knew what he’d have to do. He didn’t know if he could do it or not. It was all moot, anyway. He heard the big diesel engine roar into life. Through the door, he saw the bus pulling out onto the highway, leaving him behind and taking his suitcase with it. The horn honked twice. Ayden knew that was for him.

He staggered over to the toilet and dropped down onto it. He buried his face in his hands and gave in to more tears. He was crying more that day than he had in the last three years combined.

“Good Lord. You still here? Your bus just took off down the road.”

Ayden looked up to see Annie scowling at him in the doorway. She had a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. Beatrice was at her side holding a towel and a new roll of toilet paper. The boy clamped his legs together and folded his hands over his lap. Once he covered up, Beatrice scowled just like Annie.

Annie said, “We gotta clean up these restrooms after every bus. The men’s always takes twice as long. Men can be pigs. So you’re going to have to finish what you’re doing there and clear out.”

Ayden was embarrassed she thought he was doing number two. “I’m just sitting here,” he clarified. “I’m not… you know…”

“It ain’t an easy chair, boy. Get your butt off it so I can get to work. There’s another bus coming in fifteen minutes. And put your damn clothes on. I’ve seen enough wiener today to last me a lifetime.”

Ayden said, “I can’t. I mean… I was washing my clothes in the sink ‘cause they were… well, you know. Everything’s wet. Can I finish washing and hang them out there with my t-shirt to dry?

“That ain’t no way to wash clothes. You…” she stopped and looked at the boy closer. “You really are a problem child, aren’t you?”

Ayden nodded.

“Ok, you help Beatrice clean this place up and I’ll go put your clothes in the washer. I got one in the back of the diner. After you finish cleaning the restroom, you’ll have to stay in here till your clothes are washed and dried. And watch out for truckers. You’re just their type. Or maybe you already know that.”

“I’m not. I mean, I don’t. I mean…”

She held out the mop and bucket. Ayden stood up and took them, leaving himself uncovered. Beatrice had her smile back. She tossed the towel to him. It landed on his head. “That’s to clean the sink.”

Annie left with his clothes, pulling the t-shirt off the partition as she passed it. The boy had a moment of panic. Not only was he naked, his clothes had just left. He was trapped in this restroom. He couldn’t leave without more of the world seeing him.

As Ayden mopped, Beatrice leaned back against the same wall the driver had recently used. He tried to keep his back to her as much as possible, but even that exposure was mortifying.

“You’re not the first boy I’ve seen naked. I see my little cousin all the time. He’s six. He doesn’t care. He’s not like you. I like watching you better. You’re bigger, you have that little bit of hair over your thing, and you’re very, very embarrassed. I like that part the best. You ARE embarrassed, aren’t you?”

Ayden couldn’t deny it. It was way too obvious. He wanted to scream at her, but Annie was being nice enough to wash and dry his clothes, so he held his tongue. “Yes, I’m embarrassed. More than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Beatrice clapped her hands. “Good. I KNEW you were. I like to walk in on grown men on that toilet, too. They have a LOT of hair between their legs. Not a little tuft of it like yours. And their things are bigger, too. Most of them get all embarrassed like you. But a few say something like ‘Come here, honey’. That’s just gross. I leave and tell Annie. She chases ‘em out and tells ‘em to never come back. Annie don’t like perverts.”

Ayden had to face her to mop that side of the restroom. Her eyes never rose above the level of his waist. This day was going to scar him for the rest of his life. If he survived it. “Aren’t YOU going to do anything to help?” he asked irritably.

“I did. I changed out the toilet paper.”

Annie returned in an even more foul mood. “Tried cleaning the women’s room. The toilet’s backed up. Someone must’ve been flushing their pads down…” She stopped and looked at Ayden. “Nevermind. Anyway, we got a bus full of teenaged girls headin’ to cheerleader camp just pulled in. Every damn one off ‘em is going to need to pee. And fix their makeup. And stand around and giggle at each other like nitwits.”

Ayden had an idea where this was heading. “They’re not going to use the men’s room, are they.”

“They’re certainly not going out back to pee in the weeds. Who would do something like THAT?” Ayden cringed. “I already warned ‘em there’s a butt naked boy in here while his clothes are in the wash. I didn’t say he peed all over ‘em. Though I don’t know why I’m doing YOU any favors. Anyway, you’re to stand in that corner by the sink with your face to the wall and not move. You hear me? I better not hear you saw any of those young ladies perched on the throne.”

“I can’t stand here and let a bunch of high school girls see me. Can I run around the back of the building to the women’s room and stay there till they leave?” It seemed a simple solution to Ayden.

“Ain’t no boy going into the women’s room in MY place. The very idea. That room is a refuge from the male species. I oughta whip your butt again for suggesting it. Besides, I already locked the door so no one could go in.

“It has a DOOR?” Ayden was outraged at the inequity.

Annie looked at him like he was insane. “Of course it has a door, numbskull. All the stalls do, too. Women need their privacy.” She cocked her head to the side. “I hear a pack of wild gigglers. They’re on their way.” She parked the mop and bucket in a corner and pointed her finger at Ayden. “Nose in the corner. And stay there. Their bus’ll be pullin’ out in about an hour. You don’t leave that corner till then. Come on, Beatrice.”


The cheerleaders.

The next few minutes was a nightmarish parade of girls in and out of the restroom. Their bus must not have been equipped with one either. Even though they’d been warned of his presence in the restroom, and the state he’d be in, most hadn’t believed it till they saw him for themselves, bare bottom and all. They laughed and squealed and teased him. He kept his nose in the corner and prayed for them all to go away.

Once all the girls had done their legitimate restroom business, they started crowding into the small space in twos and threes and fours. They grew more bold with their greater numbers. They started spatting him on his bottom, or running their fingers over it. They asked, “You like that, little boy? Does it make your pee-pee hard?”

“Maybe his pee-pee is hard already knowing a bunch of girls were on the toilet behind him.”

“Ewww, that’s gross. Are you a little perv, boy? Do you like that kind of thing?”

Ayden was beyond embarrassed. He’d already been seen by so many people that day. The accumulative effect was starting to overwhelm him. He was getting dizzy and disoriented. This was made worse by how surreal the current ordeal was. He couldn’t see his tormentors, only hear their voices and feel their fingers touching him where they shouldn’t be.

“We asked you, politely, if your thing was hard. I think we deserve an answer. We have the right to know if some nasty little boy has been perving on us this whole time.”

“Leave me ALONE,” was the only answer Ayden could muster.

A vote was taken. The majority decided it was imperative to know if a pervert was in their midst.

“Turn around, boy, so we can see if your thing is pointed at the floor or the ceiling.”

“I… I can’t,” Ayden cried. “Annie said I had to keep facing the corner. And…”

“And what, boy?”

“I don’t want you to see me. Too many people have seen me today.” He desperately needed them to understand. “I feel like everything has been taken away from me. Not just my clothes. I can’t stand it.”

There was a long silence. Then, “Yep. Sounds like it’s hard. Turn him around, girls.”

Ayden was forcibly pulled out of the corner. He struggled and cried out, but was outmatched. These girls were around sixteen years old. They were taller than the boy and more physically fit. They worked out as much as the football team they cheered for. With a girl on either side holding his arms, Ayden was presented for all the rest to see. They had him facing the doorway so he was lit by the full force of the sun. Every detail of his body was highly visible. They were holding him up so high, he was standing on his tiptoes.

Ayden saw the enemy for the first time. They were crowded into the open doorway. They were all pretty of course, being cheerleaders, but the smiles stretching their faces out of shape weren’t pretty at all. Ayden continued to struggle. He was crying, “No no no no no. You can’t do this. Please. This isn’t right.”

“Look how his wiener and balls flop around while he fights.”

“Keep fighting, boy. Keep that thing floppin’.”

“Speaking of keeping it up, his ISN’T up. He wasn’t hard after all.”

“I heard my mom telling my dad he was pathetic because he couldn’t get it up anymore. Maybe that happens to boys, too.”

“I think we should do the poor boy a favor and see if he has some kind of problem.”

“Wait. First we should give him a chance to speak for himself. So can you, boy? Can you get it up?”

There was no way Ayden was going to tell someone about something that personal. Especially not a bunch of GIRLS. This was about as private as anything could get. He compressed his mouth into a thin line and looked at his aggressors with a determined expression. He'd never give in.

"Oh. The little boy is stubborn. Well, that Annie woman told us if you tried anything to let her know. She said... let's see, how did she put it... 'I'll blister his butt worse than I did before. That boy won't sit down for a week, not even to take a crap'. My, my. That sounds serious. Do you want us to drag your naked ass around front and tell Miss Annie you kept watching us on the toilet and wiggling your wienie at us?"

Ayden's resolve died as soon as it was born. He let out a sob. He knew these girls would do exactly what they threatened. And Annie, too. His bottom was still sore from her last assault. He'd never been whipped with a belt before. He was still amazed at how much it had hurt. When Mom or Dad needed to discipline him, they'd always spanked him by hand. The humiliation of laying over a lap and being spanked with his pants and underwear down had always been worse than the actual pain. He suspected his parents knew that. They never spanked very hard. They didn't need to.

The girl Ayden assumed was the head cheerleader stood in front of him and said, "What's it gonna be, little boy?" She reached down and grabbed the head of his peter, pulling it straight up. "You gonna tell us if can do this all by itself?"

Ayden still couldn't bring himself to voice such a private detail. He opened his mouth, but could only say, "Please. Please stop."

"Hmmm. Maybe it needs a little help." She changed her grip, wrapping her fingers around his thing, and began pulling it up and down. "Does that make it better?"

Ayden's mind flashed back to the old woman handling him. This girl was younger and prettier, but it was still a violation. He sobbed again.

The girl leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear. "I bet this is the first time you've got a handjob. From a girl, at least."

Ayden hung his head so he couldn't look at her face. But then he could see where she was handling him. And he could see, and feel, his peter starting to respond. That had happened with the old woman, too. But he'd managed to force it back down with sheer willpower. Now it seemed his willpower had been used up.

He cried out, "Yes. Yes, it gets hard." He was hoping his answer would satisfy her and she'd let go of him. Then maybe the process of getting erect would stop and he wouldn't humiliate himself by having his peter stick out in front of all these girls.

"Thank you for confirming that. Now let's see it."

"Oh, God," Ayden wailed in frustration. It only took a few more moments of stroking before he was fully hard in her hand.

Ayden was disgusted with himself. He felt like his peter, his personal toy that had provided him so much pleasure over the last few years, had betrayed him. If it hadn’t gotten hard, the girls would’ve taunted him mercilessly about not being able to ‘get it up’. But since it had, he knew they'd take it as confirmation that he really liked what they were doing to him. They could leave telling themselves they weren’t horrible people.

"Looky here, ladies. It does work after all." She turned back to Ayden, still holding on to him. "How did you know it gets hard? Do you play with it?"

Ayden had lost all the will to fight. He replied quietly, "Boy's peters get hard all on their own. It happens all the time."

"Informative. But it only answers part of the question. I also asked if you played with it." She waited.

Somebody please help me, Ayden thought. "I don't want to say it."

"I'd imagine you don't. But I also don't think you want to be dragged out front for everybody in the store and diner and on the road to see you stark naked, not to mention with your thing hard, and then get your butt blistered by Annie."

Ayden said, "Yes. Yes, I play with it. Sometimes." Admitting this shameful act to a mob of girls who were only a couple of years older than him was perhaps the worst thing to happen to him that day. But he knew the day wasn't over, and these girls were far from finished with him.

One of the girls in the doorway said, "Oooooo. Only nasty boys play with their peters. We've got us a little sex maniac here, girls."

The leader said, "Wait. Wait. Give the boy a chance. He said 'sometimes'. We need to find out what sometimes means before we call him a sex maniac." She looked at Ayden. "How often is 'sometimes'?" her voice changed, becoming more ominous. "And don't lie to me."

Ayden sighed. "Only about once a day. Sometimes two." He knew how damning it was when he said it out loud.

There as a roar of laughter. The leader said, "Yep. I think we have a genuine sex maniac here, girls." To Ayden, she said, "Considering your perverted tendencies, you should like the next part."

"Oh, no."

"Girls, I know some of you have never seen a boy hard before. Some of you haven't seen a boy at all. Even more of you haven't had the chance to touch a boy all over. Well, he's all yours. You can touch, poke, prod, and handle whatever you want. Nothing is out of bounds. Just try not to make him spurt out his stuff. He's going to give us a demonstration afterwards on how he plays with himself. He sounds like an expert on the subject."

Ayden's plaintive cries were lost beneath the sound of the howling mob that descended on him. The girls who had been holding his arms let go so they could join in on the fun. He was dragged to the floor and assaulted from every angle. At least a dozen hands were on him at any given moment. He was touched everywhere. That tiny men’s room in the middle of nowhere had become the girls’ own personal world, where they could act out and indulge all their innermost personal fantasies without the constraints of social norms. Once they were through with this little male plaything, they’d return to the real world, continue on to camp, and never look back. No one would ever know. There’d be no consequences. Except for Ayden, of course.

As for the plaything, the barrage had become a blur. He was only vaguely aware of the hands and where they were, of being turned face down, face up, sideways, even upside down. He had receded into himself when the sense of violation had become too intense to bear.

He was suddenly pulled out of that refuge when part of his mind registered what had just been said. He became aware to the feeling of the men’s room floor pressed against the side of his face and his chest. The rest of his body was resting across the thighs of some of the girls as they knelt on the floor on either side of him. They had his legs spread wide and were holding them in place.

“You really want to see it? It’s gonna be gross.”

“I’ve never seen one before.”

“Me neither.”

“Who has?”

“I see my baby brother’s when Mom makes me change his diaper.”

“Oh, yeah. Me too. But that doesn’t count.”

“I saw my twelve year old brother’s when my mom stuck a thermometer in it. Saw his balls from the back, too. I’ve never let him forget it. Thank you, Mom, for letting me be nurse.”

“Well, go on. Spread his buns open.”

“They’re all sweaty.”

“HE’S all sweaty. Just do it.”

Ayden hadn’t known what they were referring to at first. It had become more obvious as they conversed. He started struggling and wailing, “Oh no no no no no no. Don’t. Not there. Not there. Pleeeeeeeease.”

“I think he’s awake. Welcome back, boy. You were off in La La Land for a while. But you’re back just in time for the big reveal. Spread ‘em, girls.”

Ayden felt his bottom cheeks being pulled apart. He felt the breeze on a place that had never experienced that sensation before. He heard the girls’ collective exclamation. “Ewwwwwwwwww.”

“It’s a boy butthole.”

“It’s PINK. I thought it’d be… brown… because, you know…”

“Take another picture, Claire.”

WHAT? As he heard the click of a camera shutter, Ayden started struggling harder, but was still no match for the girls, even with this new revelation. “You’ve been taking pictures?”

“Oh, yes. We have LOTS. You’re going to be famous back home. At least with the girls.”

“Maybe with the girls at YOUR school, too.” Someone held a Polaroid photo in front of his face. There he was, fully naked of the floor. Everything was in the frame, including his face. His eyes were open, but he had no memory of the picture being taken. His mind had really gone off somewhere to hide for a while.

Recovering from the shock of his naked body in a photograph, something he never would’ve thought he’d see, Ayden said defiantly, “You don’t know where I go to school. Or where I live. Or even what my name is.” He couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice. This was one instance where he had the upper hand. He’d never give them that information.

Then he heard the leader recite all those statistics. “You were very obliging while you were off in Oz or wherever it was. And wouldn’t you know it? Tiffany has a cousin that goes to your school. A FEMALE cousin. They’re very close. They write each other letters all the time. Small world, isn’t it?”

Would they really do that? Send naked pictures of him to a girl in his school? It wasn’t a very large school. Just about everyone knew everyone else by sight.

He felt a fingertip touch his bottomhole, then jerk away. “Ewwwwwww.”

“I can’t believe you touched it, Daisy. Go wash your hands.”

Having his bottomhole be seen AND touched would normally have been at the forefront of Ayden’s overwrought mind, but he was still trying to deal with being exposed in photographs and the prospect of those photos making their way to his school. He decided that scenario just couldn’t be possible. Surely the universe wouldn’t allow it.

“I don’t believe you. There’s no cousin at my school. That’s too much of a coincidence.”

The leader said, “Not really. Our town is only about hundred miles away from yours. It’s even on the same highway. That’s the highway we’re taking to camp. The one you’re taking out of state. Yes, you told us where you’re going, too. And just in case you STILL don’t believe… tell Ayden your cousin’s name, Tiffany.”

He heard Tiffany say, “Angela Masters.”

Oh God. Ayden’s one solitary consolation throughout this long, terrible day was that everyone who had seen his various humiliations was a stranger. Most of the people on the bus were probably just passing through. Some may have been from his town, but he hadn’t recognized any. Now, though, the situation had drastically changed. There was a real possibility his naked indignities could follow him back home. A surge of mindless rage burned through him.

“You fucking bitches!” he screamed. It was the first time he’d ever said ‘fucking’. There was a collective gasp.

“Oh, no no no, little Ayden,” the leader said. “Turn him over, girls.”

They stood up, dumping Ayden to the floor. He quickly rolled over and bounded to his feet. All the humiliation, anger, fear, and despair of the day was a raging creature inside him. His face was red and contorted. His fists were balled up, ready to strike.

Leader said, “Oooooo, the feisty little dog is ready to snap at us. First, he’d better see these before he does anything more he’ll regret.” She held up more photos, showing them one by one. They detailed every inch of his body, including the most intimate part of all Claire had just captured. His face was revealed in enough of them for anyone to know even the faceless closeups were of him.

The rage creature inside shriveled up and died. Ayden knew his outburst had just made things much worse for him.

“Wait. I’m sorry. That wasn’t me. It was my mouth. It does that. Please.”

“Consider this a leaning moment. I wasn’t going to have Tiffany send any pictures. I figured we’d had our fun. We had our photos, which we were going to keep private. I’d make you jerk off for us, then let you go with a little pat on your fanny for being such a good boy.”

She walked up to him, stopping only an inch away. Ayden was reminded of how much taller she and all these other girls were than him. She reached between his legs and cupped his ballsack in one hand. Ayden flinched, but didn’t try to stop her. Then she squeezed, just hard enough to slightly hurt.

“But you had to go and ruin it. You turned into a bad boy. With a foul mouth. You dared to cuss at us. To think you could stand up to us. Well, I’ve got you by the balls, little Ayden.” She jiggled them in her hand. “And now you’re going to find out what happens to bad little dogs who yap at us.”

The other girls were crowding in, anticipation in their eyes.

“First, you’re going to lay over that toilet like it’s your mama’s lap. Then we’re all going to take a turns spanking your little bottom.” She turned to another girl. “How much more time do we have?”

The girl checked her watch. “About twenty minutes.”

“Ok. Only about five smacks each, girls. Make ‘em count.” Back to Ayden, she said, “Then we’re going to have another round of touchy-feely. Only we won’t be so gentle this time. Then, you’re still gonna jerk off for us. On camera. If you’re worried we’ll run out of film, then don’t. We brought LOTS for camp. Then… Tiffany is going to mail select photos to Angela. Photos with only you in the frame. None with us. Some head to toe shots. Front and back. Closeups of your wiener and balls. Your butthole. Photos of you jerking off. I think we’ll throw in some of you sitting on the toilet like you’re takin’ a crap.” That produced a lot of giggling.

“And if you say anything about US, we’ll all say YOU showed us the pictures when our bus stopped here. And your wiener was sticking out of your fly when you did. You told us you had some old trucker take the pictures. That ought to REALLY improve your reputation. It’ll be our word against yours. So, keep your mouth shut, or you’ll probably end up getting sent to reform school. And I don’t want that.” She released his balls and took his peter gently in hand. “I really don’t. You’re a cute kid, Ayden. Reform school won’t be easy on you. You’ll be everyone’s little girlfriend. That includes the guards. My brother was in one. I know. So… how’s it gonna be? You going to keep your mouth shut about us when the girls at your school start giggling every time they pass you in the hall?”

Ayden had dissolved into a tearful wreck. Unable to speak, he just nodded his head.

“Ok, girls. We have ten minutes of playtime. Don’t leave any marks on him. Then, Ayden has graciously volunteered to pose from some more photos. Really artsy ones.”

This time Ayden couldn’t make his mind go away. He was acutely aware of every touch, every taunt. The girls tugged and pulled his peter into an eruption of sticky fluid. Twice. He yowled uncontrollably each time. The pleasure was intense. So was the humiliation at feeling such pleasure from being abused.

Those ten minutes felt more like hours. When time was up, the girls made him clean his stuff off his body at the sink. Then came his solo jerk off performance. He started to refuse. He didn’t even know if he could coax himself to hardness after two explosive orgasms. And the thought of all those girls watching him pleasure himself was unbearable. But Leader mentioned Annie’s name. She brought up the specter of reform school. So he relented.

For a minute or so, Ayden tugged away at himself to no avail. He kept telling the girls, “I’m trying. I really am.” Finally, to his embarrassment and relief, his peter got hard in his hand. He started stroking it faster than he usually did. He wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Claire was busy taking photos.

He almost got soft again when he saw Beatrice sticking her head between two of the cheerleaders. He stopped stroking and yelled, “How long have YOU been here?”

Beatrice grinned. “Long enough to see your heinie hole again. And a whole lot more.”

Oh, God. That meant she’d also seen him squirting. Ayden turned to Leader. “You shouldn’t have let her in. She’s like… ten years old.”

“Eleven,” Beatrice informed him.

Leader said, “A girl’s gotta learn about boys sometime. And you better get back to work.”

Ayden started stroking himself again. When the time came, he only shot a couple of small bursts, then a line of stuff oozed down towards the floor. He tried to shake the line loose, but it stubbornly hung there, swinging forward and back. This was embarrassing. He rubbed his finger over his pee hole, hoping to break the string of stuff loose. It just transferred to his finger and hung there swaying. He finally bent down and wiped it onto the floor. There was already plenty down there anyway. It was hard to believe he’d mopped it clean less than an hour ago. Then he stood and waited for instructions.

Leader made him pose for more non-action photos so all the girls would have plenty of souvenirs to take home. Front, back, side, on his hands and knees while looking over his shoulder at the camera so his face and bottomhole were in the same shot, peeing into the toilet. Then came the other toilet pictures.

“You don’t have to really do number two. We don’t want to see THAT. Just act like it.”

Once they were finished, the girls had used up a small fortune in film. There was more than enough for everyone to have their own personal trove and still send plenty to Angela Masters. Ayden knew Angela was going to be delighted with her sudden windfall. She and Ayden had never gotten along very well. Ayden had pushed her into the mud and laughed at her when they were seven, and she never forgave him. Their relationship had only gotten worse since then. She would have no qualms at all with sharing the photos with other girls at school. This was a catastrophe.

Some of the boys might even find out about it. They might even see the pictures. Ayden remembered a rumor about Charlie Haney. He was discovered by three other boys while sitting on the toilet and jerking it in one of those awful doorless stalls in the boy’s restroom. Charlie had to buy their silence right on the spot as they lined up one by one before him to be suckled. The toilet put him at the perfect height. The rumor went on to say the payments didn’t completely stop. Every now and then poor Charlie would have to make another deposit. Or rather, the boys would make a deposit in HIM. Even so, word got out somehow. Rumors have a way of slipping free. Charlie’s life wasn’t completely ruined, but everyone knew about it, and he knew everyone knew.

There hadn’t even been photographic proof of what Charlie was discovered doing. But the discovery and the threat of telling others was enough to make Charlie take those boys into his mouth on multiple occasions. Ayden knew what boys sometimes did with each other when they were horny and had no girlfriends. But that was way different than being coerced into an unwanted act like those boys did to Charlie. Or the bus driver tried to do to Ayden.

He despaired of what was going to happen when he got back from his Dad’s. IF he ever got there in the first place. Angela had two older brothers who didn’t like Ayden much either. And they were bullies who occasionally pushed him around. What would they do if Angela showed them the pictures? What was Ayden going to have to do to keep them silent?

Everyone jumped at the sound of a loud bus horn. Leader looked Ayden up and down one final time. “Nice seein’ ya, kid,” she said with a smile. “I’m sure Angela will say the same thing.” To the other cheerleaders, she said, “Come on, girls. Time to go.”

There was a chattering, giggling stampede out the door. Only Beatrice was left standing in the middle of the restroom, directly in front of Ayden. She was looking at a photo in her hand, then at Ayden, then back to the photo. “Claire really captured your likeness. Except it’s sticking up in this picture.”

Ayden tried to snatch the photo away. Beatrice backed up. “No no no. I get to keep a souvenir, too. If you don’t like it, take it up with Annie.” She gave him a big, falsely sweet smile.

As she was leaving, she said, “You’d better mop up the floor again before Annie gets here with your clothes. She should be here any minute, now that the bus is leavin’.”

The mop and bucket were still standing in a corner. Ayden grabbed them and cleaned up all his squirtage. He was just finishing when Annie arrived with a wad of clothing and sneakers.

“The girls made a big mess,” he explained.

“From what I heard, it was you made the mess,” Annie said.

Ayden’s mouth dropped open. “I… I… it wasn’t…”

“Calm down, kid. I know what all happened. A few minutes ago a customer came into the diner and told me what he came up on in the men’s room. He took one look and hightailed it back around the corner. He didn’t want to be next on the menu. It was almost time for their bus to go, so I waited it out rather than cause a bigger scene. Maybe I shoulda’ waded in. Guess that pack of wild girls scared ME, too. Sorry.”

Ayden was surprised by that last word. He wouldn’t have thought that old battle axe had an apology in her.

She held out Ayden’s underwear. “Put those on. Cover your wiener. I shoulda’ known what a mob of teenaged girls would do with a naked boy. Especially a little non-threatening one like you. Out here, miles away from everything, in between one civilized town and the next, things kinda break down. People do what they’d never do back home.” She handed Ayden his jeans. “I fixed your damn button and zipper.”

Ayden took the jeans. “Thanks,” he said timidly.

Once he was properly dressed, for what seemed the first time in ages, Annie said, “Follow me. You can have a meal on the house. Then a man I know… traveling salesman… is gonna to take you as far as he can down the road. He’s ok. He won’t stop and diddle ya’ in the back seat. Not even if you want it.”

“I DON’T,” Ayden exclaimed.

“So you SAY.”


The creek.

Ayden didn’t have any money. It was all in his suitcase. He thought briefly about calling Mom or Dad. Maybe they could wire him money. IF he could find a Western Union. Annie’s place had a gas station, a store, and a diner. But nothing to accept wire transfers. Anyway, he didn’t want to admit to his parents he’d screwed up on his first time away from home. He wanted them to see him as a young adult, not a bumbling little kid.

At some point, he’d have to explain the loss of the suitcase. He was still working on a story for that.

Annie’s traveling salesman friend took him about two hundred miles towards his destination. Soon after they pulled out of the station, the man said, “Annie told me what happened. If you want to talk about it, we’ve got plenty of time.”

“No, thanks,” Ayden replied. “Too many people know already.”

Even so, after a few more miles down the road Ayden was telling the whole story, in graphic detail. He began with his bloated bladder and ended with the mass molestation and photo session by the cheerleaders. He had thought it was all too embarrassing to speak of, but found he needed to unload it all as a form of release.

“Wow, kid. You’ve been through the wringer. And I guess you know, it’s not over. There’s still the photos and that Angela girl. Not only will she and who knows how many other girls see them, she’ll also have all kinds of blackmail material on you. Any number of kids will have you by the balls.”

“Yes. I know,.” Ayden gritted his teeth.

“Sorry. Not trying to rub it in.”

A few more miles went by. “You know, kid. That interlude with the cheerleaders. Well, one man’s nightmare can be another man’s dream. I know a lot of guys who’d sell their mother downriver to be in that scenario. I guess the difference is consent.”

“I didn’t give any consent.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s what makes it a nightmare.”

When the time came for the salesman to turn off onto another highway, he was reluctant. “I don’t feel right dropping you off way out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’ll be fine. I can hitch a ride. Someone’ll come along soon.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the problem. There’s all kinds of crazies out here. And some of them’ll do more than make you take it down your throat or up your butt. People disappear all the time. Let me take you where I’m goin’. You can call your mom or dad to come get you.”

“No,” Ayden said emphatically. “I’m going to do this all myself. I’m not going to disappoint them.”

The salesman sighed. “Ok, but take this.” He fished out some bills from his sport coat, then reached into the back seat and pulled out a baseball cap. “This’ll keep the sun off you. Hide the money in your sock. And don’t even try to turn it down. There’s enough to get a bus ticket at the next town. It’s about fifty miles from here. Good luck, kid.”

An hour later, there had been no other traffic on the road. Ayden was as hot and sweaty as he’d been at the beginning of the day in the bus. His freshly laundered clothes were already drenched and smelly. Even with the cap, the heat was getting to his head. The headache was back and he was slightly dizzy. He’d have to stop soon to rest. He just needed some shade. The trees lining the highway offered plenty. There was just the impediment of an endless barbed wire fence to climb through. He could easily manage that, even in his current state.

Just as he stepped off the shoulder of the road into the weeds, he saw a metal gate about fifty yards ahead. That would be easier to negotiate than the barbed wire. Even if it was locked and he had to climb, he didn’t risk tearing his clothes on the wire’s wicked points.

He DID have to climb over. The effort made him even more dizzy. His head was pounding. He was seriously overheated. He needed that shade. As he followed a rutted track through the tree line, he found something much better than shade. The track snaked its way downwards till it leveled off at a beautiful blue creek.

Hoping it wasn’t a mirage created by his delirious barbecued brain, Ayden staggered down to the creek’s edge. The area was beautiful. Just the creek, some hills, and a million trees.

Ayden had never swam in a natural body of water before. He was a boy of the suburbs. His only experience was the public pool about a mile from his house. His friend Nathan had invited him to the YMCA where his family had a membership. But Ayden knew the swimming there was done in the nude. No way.

Out here though, a nude swim… he remembered it was called skinny dipping… wouldn’t be a problem. There was no traffic on the highway and the heavily wooded hills stretched away for miles and miles. He was all alone.

He pulled off his sweaty clothes. He felt the breeze all over his bare skin. It felt good. Being outdoors completely nude felt slightly naughty. Well, more than slightly. But, like the breeze, it felt good. Not at all like the nakedness from earlier in the day.

He dipped a toe into the water. It was cool, but not icy cold. That was good. He was afraid too much cold would give him a heart attack after the extreme heat of the day. The water was crystal clear at the edges of the creek. Ayden stepped in and began walking the creek bed towards the middle. It felt delicious. He knew that wasn’t the right word, but it still fit so well.

When he reached the middle, the water only came up to his shoulders. So, it wasn’t very deep. Ayden didn’t care. He wasn’t going to be doing any high dives. He looked down. The water was still incredibly clear even at this depth. He could see the wavering pale pink of his body and a little brown blur of his hair.

He submerged and swam around underwater. The creek’s bed was entirely of rock, which was why it was so clear. It seemed like he could see forever. He surfaced for air and went down again. This was wonderful.

He continued this for about half an hour. On his last trip down, a thought occurred to him. He didn’t even know what time it was. At least three in the afternoon. He needed to get back on the road if he was to get to the next town before it started getting dark.

As he surfaced, he heard a voice. “Who the hell do you think you are, you little varmint?”

He had come up facing away from where he’d entered the creek. He turned around. There were two women standing on the shore about fifteen feet away. Behind them was an old, rusty pickup truck. One of the women was old, though not quite as old as the perverted grandmother from the bus. She had long white hair that was waving in the breeze. She was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. She looked mean as hell, even more so than Annie. The shotgun cradled in her arm made her look even meaner. Ayden was starting to get scared. The other woman was younger, but still not young. At least forty. She was taller than the older woman and similarly dressed. Only the colors of the plaid were different. She didn’t look very happy either, but at least she wasn’t armed.

What did they want with him? He was just swimming in a creek. Maybe they had mistaken him for someone else. He called out, “Hi. What can I do for you?”

“You can get your ass outta my creek is what you can do for me,” the older one yelled. “And you can do it NOW.”

THAT wasn’t going to happen, Ayden thought. He was naked, and too many people had seen him that way today. “I don’t understand. I’m just swimming. It’s so hot. I needed to cool off. That’s all.”

“What makes you think you got the right to ‘cool off’ in MY goddamned creek without MY permission?”

Ayden was confused. It hadn’t occurred to him someone could own a creek. People owned houses, cars, businesses. Those things he could understand. A creek was just something out in the wilderness. “How can this be yours?” he called back to the old woman.

“It’s mine because it’s on my property. And I’ve got the right to protect my property from trespassers.” She shifted the shotgun to emphasize that statement. “So if you don’t want your ass filled with buckshot, you’ll get it out of my CREEK. NOW. I ain’t gonna say it again.”

This was bad. Ayden walked a few steps towards the shore. He wasn’t going to leave the water, of course, but he thought if he got closer, he could reason with this crazy old woman better. He stopped when the water level was just above his belly button. He looked down and saw he’d gone too far. Details were definitely identifiable. Damn it.

He started to step backwards. The shotgun raised a bit. “Wrong direction, you young scalawag.”

Ayden stopped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone owned this. I’m just heading to my Dad’s house for a few weeks. My bus left without me, so I was walking. It’s really hot. When I saw this creek, it looked so good I had to jump in.”

“So, if you saw something you liked through the window of my house, you’d just walk in and take it? That’d be ok?”

“No,” Ayden exclaimed. “That’s not the same at all. I’m not taking anything. I’m just swimming. But now that I know it’s yours, I’ll leave.”

“I’ll tell you when… and if… you can leave,” the old woman said ominously.

The younger one spoke up for the first time. “You’d better do as she says, kid. Ol’ Melba ain’t afraid to pull the trigger.” In response, Melba brought the gun halfway up to firing position.

Now Ayden was really scared. He was aware of how far out into the boonies he was. This crazy old woman could shoot him and bury his body out in the woods and he’d never be found. She looked and sounded crazy enough to do it. The saleman’s words came back to him… people disappear every day.

“Please,” he said, his voice breaking. “I didn’t mean anything. I didn’t know. Really. Please don’t shoot.” He’d gone from scared to terrified. Through all of the ordeals earlier in the day, he wasn’t afraid for his life. The bus driver, Annie, and the cheerleaders weren’t going to kill him. Well, Annie might’ve beat him to death with her belt.

The younger one spoke again, “Come up here out of the water and we can discuss it. Do what Melba says and she won’t shoot you.”

“I… I can’t. I’m not… I’m not wearing anything. I didn’t have a swim suit with me. I’m naked.”

Melba lifted the shotgun a few inches higher.

“Wait,” Ayden squeaked. “I’ll come out if you turn your backs. I’ll get dressed, then I’ll go.”

“You’ll come out now, you rapscallion. And we’re certainly not turning our backs on a goddamned trespassing criminal. Put your hands on top of your head and step out of the water.” The shotgun was all the way up and leveled at him. Ayden wondered if he could drop down under the water and swim off without getting shot. He didn’t know how far shotgun pellets could travel underwater. And even if he managed to get out of range, what would he do then? Run off naked into the trees? Those woods looked like they went on for hundreds of miles. He’d probably get eaten by a bear. He couldn’t circle around to the road. They’d easily catch him in their truck. And the chances of someone else coming along and rescuing him were slim. There hadn’t been any other traffic on that road in forever.

“Ok,” he said, resigned. “Just let me put my hands over my… you know… my private parts.”

“You shouldn’t have brought your private parts onto my private property. Now put your hands on your head and MOVE. You got ten seconds.” The old woman obviously wasn’t joking.

“Do it, kid. Melba ain’t messing around,” the other one said.

How had this happened? Ayden put his hands on top of his head and started slowly walking towards shore. Each step took all his willpower. He felt the water level slowly moving down, exposing more of his bare skin. It was below his belly button now. A couple of more inches and his peter would be visible. He looked down. His wet pubic hair was already showing above the water. That stopped him. They could see his boy hair. This wasn’t right. This old bitch was making him expose himself at gunpoint. And he hadn’t done anything to deserve it. He just stopped to go swimming. He still wasn’t sure someone could own a creek. That was just weird.

“Please. I’ve had a really horrible day. All kinds of stuff has happened to me.”

Melba turned to her companion. “He’s had a really horrible day. THAT makes it ok to trespass on my land. To violate the sanctity of my property.” To Ayden, she said, “Why didn’t you say so to begin with? Just go ahead and violate away, you young reprobate.” She pointed the shotgun to the sky and pulled the trigger. The shot was deafening. Ayden screamed and dropped into a crouch with a splash.

“Two seconds,” Melba yelled. Ayden was on the shore in one and a half. He stood before the two women, water running off his body. He was still so scared, he forgot to cover up.

“I said hands on your head,” the old woman said in a low menacing voice.

Ayden obeyed. Now he remembered how exposed he was. His hands twitched, wanting to relocate to his crotch. He mentally screamed at them to stay where they were.

Melba asked the other woman, “What do ya think we should do with the little varmint, Bertha? The usual?”

Melba and Bertha? Ayden felt like he was trapped in a bad movie.

“He IS just a kid. Maybe the youngest we’ve had. Don’t be too hard on him.”

“If he’s a property violator when he’s a kid, what’s he gonna grow up into? We need to nip this in the bud. Stop it before it… what do they call it… escalates.”

“I’m not a violator,” Ayden cried.

“And a liar, too. Yep. We need to take some preventative action. Bertha, get the rope outta the back of the truck.”

Soon, Bertha had Ayden’s hands tied together behind him. He was shaking with fear. Melba walked around behind him and inspected the handiwork.

“Them’s some pretty good knots there, Bertha.”

“I practice on the calves.”

To Ayden, Melba said, “I’d throw your naked little butt in the back of the truck, but I’m afeared you’d bounce out on the way to the ranch.

Ayden hadn’t spoken the whole time Bertha was trussing him up. He was too scared. But now he was even more alarmed. “Why… why are you taking me to a ranch?”

Bertha answered. “You gotta pay for your misdeeds, boy. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure everyone doesn’t take it too far. But you can’t go trespassin’ without a penalty.”

“If I broke the law, then take me to the police,” Ayden cried. He didn’t like that idea much, but it had to be better than what these hillbillies had in store for him.

Melba spat on the ground. “Law ain’t worth nothin’ ‘round here. We make our own law. Now get in the truck boy. You’re sitting between me and Bertha. And don’t you go getting all excited cause you’re naked between two women. I know how randy boys your age are. If that little pecker starts standing up, I’ll slap it right back down.”


The Truck.

Getting into the truck on the driver’s side was awkward with his hands bound behind him. He flopped over face first on the seat while his feet scrabbled around on the ground. Melba had stowed the shotgun in the back and was trying to climb in behind him.

“Get your bare butt outta my face, you little delinquent. Think I want to see your butthole?”

Bertha, getting in from the other side, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the middle of the seat, then helped him sit up. She slid in beside him and shut the door. Ayden was relieved to see she had his clothes and cap with her.His underwear were on top of the cap. He wished she would’ve tucked them inside so they’d be out of sight.

Melba was in now. She shut her door and started the engine. “Boy hasn’t even got any hair around his hole, yet. How old are you, twelve?”

Outraged, Ayden said, “First, did you have to say that out loud? And second, I’m fourteen. A lot of boys my age don’t have… you know… hair in that place.”

Melba’s face cracked into a grin. “How’d you know that, boy?”

Ayden faltered. “Know what?”

“That other boys your age don’t have hair there. You been lookin’? And what position were you in to see it?” She started cackling. Bertha was laughing, too.

Ayden stared forward and didn’t speak.

Bertha said, “Maybe you don’t have to worry about the boy gettin’ hard sitting between two women. Maybe I’d better keep him away from my boy, Carl.”

Bertha had seemed like she was sympathetic to him before. Not so much now.

Melba wouldn’t let it go. “You a virgin?” She had the old truck rattling and bouncing along the rutted track now.

“You mean… with boys?” The two women burst into laughter again.

“I meant with girls.”

“Oh.” That was embarrassing.

“But since you bring it up…”

Bertha told her, “Leave the kid alone about that. Boys are very sensitive on the subject.”

“I don’t know why,” Melba said. “Everybody knows boys are so horny they’ll stick it in anything that’s warm and has a hole. Just last week, I caught your boy Carl ridin’ one of my cows. And I don’t mean rodeo style.” She cackled again.

They stopped at the gate. Bertha got out to open it. “You ever ride a cow like that, boy?” Melba asked. She looked down at his peter. “Ever put that inside some juicy steak while it can still moo?”

What was wrong with these women? He was a kid. They shouldn’t be talking to him about these subjects.

“They don’t have cows around where I live,” he told her.

Melba drove the truck through, then stopped so Bertha could close the gate and get back in.

“The boy was just telling me he’d like to plug a cow, but they don’t have none.”

Ayden gasped. “I didn’t say that.”

Martha pulled the truck out onto the highway. “So I think we’ve established… You ain’t a virgin with boys. You ARE a virgin with cows, but only because you ain’t had the opportunity. Back to the first question. Are you a virgin with girls?”

This perverted old bat was twisting everything he said. “I didn’t say I was a virgin with boys. I mean, I WASN’T a virgin with boys. Dammit, I gettin’ confused.”

“So, you’re tryin’ to say that no boy has ever been up inside that little hole of yours I just saw.”

“YES. And I wish you’d stop mentioning seeing me there.”

“So you only take it by mouth?”

“WHAT? I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to, boy,” Melba said. “It was… what do they call it… a process of elimination. You ain’t got any other holes for another boy to use.”

Bertha said, “Melba, just leave the kid alone about other boys. He’s as red as he can be.”

“Ok, ok.” there was a slight pause. “So, what about girls?”

Jeez. “Please stop. This is embarrassing. I’m naked. Isn’t that bad enough?”

“It’s just mighty suspicious how you keep avoiding the subject of girls.”

“I’m a virgin. OK? With girls. They all think I’m too young looking.”

“How ‘bout by hand? Any girl ever pull out your pecker and give it a few tugs?”

This old crone was as lecherous as that grandmother earlier in the day. At least she hadn’t touched him. Yet. And the answer to her last question was yes. He could brag that a whole cheerleading squad had jerked him into two overwhelming orgasms. And every one of those girls was gorgeous. But he wasn’t going to use a traumatic experience to satisfy this old pervert’s appetite.

“No,” he lied.

Bertha told him, “Don’t worry kid. You’re young and cute. Some girl’s going to take you in hand soon enough.” She patted him on his bare thigh. That might’ve been a reassuring touch if her fingertips hadn’t touched nis ballsack.

Melba, the woman with the one track mind, said, “So the girls haven’t fiddled with it. And we don’t know about the boys. Bertha here keeps intervening on your behalf. That just leaves… hmmm, who is it? Oh, I know. That leaves YOU. You play with your pecker, boy?”

Why was this happening to him? It was like the world had gone crazy around him.

“It’s not a ‘pecker’. I hate that word. It’s a PETER.”

Bertha said, “Actually, it’s a penis.”

Ayden sulked. “I hate that word, too. It just SOUNDS embarrassing. That’s what my mother calls it.”

Melba asked, “Why does your mother call to your penis? And does it ‘come’ when she calls?” Both women started screaming with laughter.

“Don’t talk about my Mom,” Ayden yelled. He didn’t know if they could even hear him.

When the laughter died down, Melba said, “Now, about whether or not you play with your… peter.”

“YES,” Ayden yelled. “If you just have to know… I play with myself. A LOT. I play with it every day. Twice a day sometimes. Even three times a day. I get HORNY. OK??? Sometimes I play with my balls with the other hand. Sometimes I look in the mirror when I do it. Sometimes I do it in the living room when my Mom is out because it feels so naughty. I’ve done it in the school bathroom a few times ‘cause I got hard in class and it wouldn’t go down any other way. But I didn’t get caught like poor Charlie. I did get caught by Coach doing it in the shower after everyone else was gone. I thought I was going to get kicked outta school, but he just gave me swats. Even with all the times I do it, I sometimes have wet dreams. It gets all over my mattress. Mom knew all about those. How does a woman know about boys having wet dreams? It doesn’t make sense. I came in my underwear once at the movies. I wasn’t even touching it. Debbie Reynolds is just so SEXY. I played with it once while I was talking to a girl I know on the phone. She’s not even my girlfriend. Just a girl I know from school. We were talking about a class project. I pulled it out and jerked it till I came. She asked me what was wrong. Why did I make those funny noises. I told her nothing was wrong. Everything was right. And yes. YES YES YES. I jerked off with my friend Nathan a few times. Once we switched hands and did each other. Actually, twice. Are you HAPPY? I want you to be HAPPY.”

Ayden collapsed back into the seat, gasping for breath. There was a stunned silence for a while in the truck. Then Melba and Berta started screaming with laughter again.

Ayden groaned. Why had he said all that stuff? He hadn’t even told the cheerleaders about most of that.

And worse, talking about what made him hard… well, it made him hard. He looked down at his lap in horror. His peter was standing tall and proud. Down. Down, boy.

Bertha stopped laughing and said, “Oops. Looks like the boy excited himself.”

Melba looked over at it. “Not bad.”

Bertha said, “It wasn’t all that bad just hangin’ there. And he’s still got growin’ to do.”

Ayden said to Melba, “Don’t slap it back down. Please.”

“Don’t worry, boy. You’ve put me in too good a mood.” Her voice changed. “But don’t think that lets you off the hook. You still gotta pay for trespassing. Damn, almost missed my turn.”

She made a hard left turn, throwing Ayden over into Bertha. The truck ground to a halt at an old, rundown gas station. A grizzled old man in stained overalls got up from a rocking chair near the front door and started shuffling very slowly towards the truck.

When he reached the driver’s side window, Ayden squeaked, “Help. I’m a prisoner.”

The old man looked him over, then turned his attention to Melba. “You been huntin’ game outta season, Melba?”

“Caught him trespassing on my property, Bob.”

Bob nodded his head. “You strip him naked?”

“He stripped himself. Caught him swimming in my creek.”

That made the old man laugh. “Skinny dippin’, huh? Hell, Martha. All boys skinny dip. Just tan his bottom and turn him loose.”

“He’s gotta pay.”

Bob nodded again. “Yeah, I suppose. You notice his flag is at full mast?”

“He got hisself all excited talkin’ ‘bout his sexual experiences. Even though they were all with hisself.”

Bertha corrected her. “There was those few times with Nathan.”

“Yeah, that’s right. He and Nathan fiddled with each other.”

Bob nodded. “Yeah, boys are gonna do that. Gotta watch ‘em around your cows, too.”

“Said he wanted to do cows, but there weren’t none around.”

“I didn’t say that,” Ayden cried out.

Bob told Martha, “You know, for a boy to be hard like that and not be able to do nothin’ about it can be agonizing. You outta cut him loose and let him handle it.”

Martha said, “He IS being punished, you know.”

“Yeah. But that’s just inhumane.”

Bertha said, “He IS gettin’ all fidgety. I see Carl get like that before he has to run off to his room. He always says it’s to check on somethin’.”

Melba turned to Ayden. “If I untie you, are you gonna try and run away?”

“Completely naked? Where would I go?”

Bertha told him, “Lean forward, kid.”

After Ayden was untied, he sat there rubbing his sore wrists. Bob, Melba, and Bertha waited in silence.

Melba finally spoke. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Ayden knew what, but was hoping if he stalled long enough, this horrible movie he was trapped in would end and he could go home.

Bob said, “Pull your pud, boy.”

“Can I… you know… have some privacy?”

Melba snapped, “You said it yourself, you’re a prisoner. Prisoners don’t get privacy. Now, wank your crank or I’ll drag you outta this truck and tan your bottom like Bob suggested. And that won’t even be part of your punishment for violatin’ my property.”

Ayden sighed miserably. He spit into his hand and then wrapped it around his peter.

Bob said, “See? The boy knows lubrication is important.”

Ayden closed his eyes and started to work. It wasn’t even like it was the first time he’d masterbated before an audience that day. That knowledge didn’t seem to lessen the humiliation.

He heard Bob’s voice, “You know, if you concentrate on just the head ever’ now and then, it really enhances the pleasure.”

Ayden opened his eyes slightly and glanced from side to side. Yes, all eyes were on him. Everyone was watching impassively while he performed what should’ve been a private act. He had to agree, though. Working the head felt really good.

Bob said, “Bertha? What’s the tag say on the boy’s undies there in your lap?”

“Let’s see. Fruit of the Loom.”

“That’s what I thought. Hate to interrupt your self-pleasuring, boy, but are those comfy? I been thinking ‘bout switchin’ brands.”

“I like ‘em,” Ayden managed to say between little gasps. “But they’re all Mom’s ever bought, so I can’t compare.” He was still working the head. Why hadn’t he known about this before?”

“Hmmm,” Bob mused. “I reckon I’m gonna give ‘em a try. Don’t overdo the head, boy. You gotta vary your strokes. You might try massaging your balls with the other hand.”

Bertha said, “He does that sometimes, already.”

Martha reminisced, “First time I saw a boy jerkin’ hisself was my cousin Eugene. I was ten. He was thirteen. He was a big boy, let me tell ya’. He was sittin’ in the outhouse. I opened the door and he started screamin’. I already knew all about it, just hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. I told him to keep it up or I’d tell Maw he tried to make me touch it. I made him do it for me ‘bout once a week after that. He got to where he liked me watchin’. Just like this boy here.”

“I do NOT like you watchin’,” Ayden yelled. “This is humiliating.”

“Shoulda kept your bare ass outta my creek. And this ain’t nothin’ boy. Wait till I get you back to the ranch. There’s a whole mob of relations, from five to sixty-three, who get really bored way out here in God’s forsaken land. There ain’t no tv or radio or nothin’. A bunch of ‘em are around your age, give or take a few years. Which means they’re randy as hell. Boys and girls both. We discourage ‘em from romping with each other. Inbreeding, you know. That don’t stop the boys from makin’ use of each other in the hayloft. Constantly. They even drag the little’uns up there. Some fresh meat outta make ‘em happy. It’s been a while.”

Bertha said to him gravely, “You’re gonna take it in both ends, kid. Repeatedly. Sorry about that.”

“Oh my God,” Ayden said out loud. He was horrified, but still pumping away.

“If you really don’t like the boys… and I still have my doubts about that… you might end up preferring ‘em after the girls get through with ya. Those girls can be evil.”

Worse than cheerleaders, Ayden wondered. Probably, if this older generation of hillbillies was any indication.

Melba asked Bob, “You remember that last varmint I found on my land? After the girls had worn him down to a nub, they were going to stick a pitchfork right up his butt. I persuaded ‘em to use the other end of it. I even put bacon grease on it so it’d slide in and out easy. It did that a LOT. Don’t know why I was helpin’ out a scroundrel like that. Just soft-hearted, I guess.”

“Y'all had him for about a month, didn’t ya?”

“Yeah. The kids finally got tired of him. He was kinda old for ‘em. He was push’n thirty.”

Ayden turned to look at Melba. He was wondering what these people did with a prisoner when they were through with him. She must've seen the fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, boy. He ain’t buried out in the pasture. None of ‘em are. I turn ‘em loose and tell ‘em what’ll happen if they ever come back. Or try to tell anyone ‘bout what went on. What happens on my private property is private. It ain’t no one’s business. Like I said, the law ain’t worth nothin’ round here. But it knows who belongs here and who don’t. You run to the law, and you WILL disappear. Mom and Dad will never know what happened to their little baby boy. And that ain’t a threat. It’s a warnin’.”

Ayden, squeezing his ballsack while he stroked, was starting to cry.

Bertha said, “Look what’ve you’ve done, Melba. The boy is distraught.”

Melba said, “Don’t go squalling, kid. I told ya, I’m letting ya go after it’s all said ‘n done. You’re a lot younger and cuter than most, so you’re gonna hold everyone’s attention for longer. But you should be on your way in a few months. No more than half a year. Maybe just a bit more. With any luck, I’ll find me another trespassin’ malefactor even sooner than that. Even fresher meat. They’ll probably do what they usually do when that happens. Make you and the new guy… or girl… do a bunch of stuff with each other for a week or two for their viewing pleasure, then turn ya’ loose.”

Ayden was getting close.

“A word’a warning. Those girls liked the pitchfork handle so much, and the sounds that poor guy made, they carved them a realistic lookin’ pecker… oops, sorry. I know that word offends ya… A realistic lookin’ PETER. A big one. Has a harness on it and everything. They told me they’re gonna wear it and do the little rascals like you the same way the boys do. That little pink hole you were so anxious for me to see is gonna be mighty sore.”

“I… didn’t… want you… to see it.” Ayden was having trouble getting the words out.

Bob said, “I think the boy’s about to blow his load all over your dashboard, Melba.”

“He damn well better not. Bertha, give ‘em those undies to squirt into. By his own admission, he’s done it before.”

Ayden grabbed them frantically. He barely made it in time. The first burst of stuff blasting into the underwear made him throw his head back and utter a loud, wordless moan. He continued to pump himself, still moaning, till nothing was left to come out. Still holding the now sticky garment up against his peter head, he collapsed back into the seat, exhausted.

Melba lamented, “Wish we would’ve waited for that. The girls like to see a boy debase himself like that first thing.” To Ayden, she said, “How does it feel to pound your PECKER in front of an audience? How does it feel to be that dirty?”

“It feels awful,” Ayden said in a small voice. And it did. He WAS dirty. He was so horny he’d just masturbated in front of his two female captors and an old man. Only hours after all the things the cheerleaders did to him. All the things they made him do. He was a nasty, nasty boy. Maybe he deserved all the things that were going to happen to him for the next half a year.

His peter was now soft, but hadn’t yet lost all of its size. It was slumped over on his leg. That looked obscene. A little more stuff oozed out onto his leg.

Melba told Bob, “Now that the boy has emptied himself out, I need you to fill the truck up.”

While Bob went about his duties, Melba told Ayden, “And YOU… fold your panties there over so nothin’ drips out. Then wipe your stuff off your leg. Squeeze your pecker a few more times to make sure it’s all out. I don’t want you dripping on my seat.”

“They’re not panties,” Ayden said, but couldn’t muster much outrage.

“Maybe not. But you’ll be in panties soon enough. The girls like to parade boys like you around in their frilly panties. From the way some of the boys jump in and drag him off to the hayloft, they like to see it, too. Those kids are constantly fighting over who gets him next. Never have learned to share.”

Ayden asked in a shaky voice, “Tell me the truth. Does it get worse? Is there more? Tell me now. Please.”

Bertha was the one to reply. She sounded regretful “Afraid so, kid. We haven’t even told you about the stallion we use for breeding. And other purposes. When I said you’d take it in both ends, I wasn’t just referring to the boys.”



The dieties.


Wait. Stop.

Why?

A stallion? You’ve got to be kidding. That wasn’t in the scenario.

Well, actually it was. I just wanted to surprise you. I’ve been working on this for a few years.

You are one wicked goddess.

That’s why you love me, my equally wicked god.

Yes. I do. But a horse. That’s going too far.

Why? We’ve done worse. A lot worse. For thousands of years. That’s what we do. Mortals exist for us to torment.

I know. But I’m getting mellow in my ancient age. Besides, I like this boy. He’s cute.

That’s what makes it so fun to torment him.

True. To a point. Horses are beyond that point. As a personal favor to me, let this kid off the hook. He’s provided a lot of entertainment. Turn him loose and let him go visit his dad. You’ve had favorites before, too.

Hmmmm. You’ll owe me. Big time.

Fine. I’ve owed you before. And you’ve owed me. We always honor our debts.

How is he supposed to get out of this? All the pieces have been carefully arranged. This was set up years in advance. There’s no one near to rescue him.

Good question. One of the hillbillies could take pity on him and help him escape.

Nope. We can’t interfere with free will. We can set up the situation, but it’s up to the mortals after that. None of those hillbillies have any pity in them.

Yes, yes. I know. Help me come up with something. They’re on their way to the ranch now.

There’s the sympathetic salesman. How could we maneuver him into position where he could rescue the boy?

He’s too far away. And I doubt he’d take on an entire clan of hillbillies even if we could get him there in time. Even if he tried, he’d just end up as another plaything. Or dead.

You’d better hurry. Your cute little boy is at the ranch and out of the truck.

I can see that.

Don’t snap at ME. You built this scenario right along with me.

I know. I know. I just didn’t realize I’d become so fond of the lad. Oh, great. Four of the boys have him in the hayloft. They’ve got him over a hay bale.

Wow. When Bertha said both ends, she meant at the same time. Ayden is really writhing around. That boy in the front should be worried about it getting bit off accidentally.

The girls are secretly watching. The boys don’t like that. They just discovered them. Oooo, there’s going to be a fight.

Come on. Let this play out. This is fun. It’s fun for you, too. I can tell. You like the drama. And you like watching your cute little boy being abused.

Yes, I do. But again, to a point. Since you went rogue and threw the stallion into the mix, that’s how it’s going to happen unless we can find a way to stop it.

Ok, here’s a way out. You can control the weather. Send a sudden storm their way. Have a big lightning strike on the barn. It’s risky, but stallion time is coming soon. The barn starts burning. In the chaos, Ayden should have the opportunity to escape. If he’ll take it. Which I’m sure he will.

That sounds good. They’ll be more concerned with saving their precious barn than with the lad. Here we go…

Wait. Don’t send it yet.

What? That fight fizzled out, and now the other two boys are doing Ayden. It’s almost stallion time.

Here’s the deal. We’ll let him escape the hillbillies. It’ll probably be a naked escape unless he takes time to find his clothes. Which he won’t. So that’ll be fun. We can facilitate his journey to his father’s house. He’ll have a wonderful three weeks with Dad, then go home to Mom. Boring. He won’t tell anyone about what happened to him. He’ll be too ashamed. Mom and Dad won’t even be angry with him about losing his suitcase. They’ll be too relieved nothing worse happened.

I can figure out all this on my own. Or just wait and watch it happen. What’s the point?

The point is I have one stipulation.

Which is…?

We both worked too hard to get all the players into position for this day. The bus driver, all the hateful passengers, the cheerleaders, Melba and Bertha. I hate to throw so much potential away. So there’s one last scenario I refuse to squander. The photos. You don’t try to stop the cheerleaders from mailing Ayden’s photos to Angela Masters. He has to deal with that situation. I was hoping that photo session would happen when I arranged for Claire to get that expensive camera. Since it did, I don’t want to lose that storyline. I want to see Aydens’ despair. I want him to beg and plead and debase himself with Angela. I want every girl in his school to see those embarrassing pictures. And to let him know they’ve seen them. I want Angela’s brothers to blackmail him. We’ll have to wait and see what they make him do. I hope it’s not something boring like handing over his lunch money. But I don’t think he’ll get off that easy. They’ll want more than lunch money. Maybe other boys will want it, too. At least he’s had some practice with the hillbilly boys. And I want to see if Angela, or any of the other girls, engage in a little blackmail of their own. I’m hoping Ayden will be a very busy boy.

That’s all fine with me. I’ll enjoy watching it all myself. It was just the idea of the horse. Ugh.

Fire away, then.

One lightning strike coming up…