By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions
of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
Halloween Bandits
“Phew, that was close,” Jeff muttered once he and
Clyde were back in the darker areas of the park. “I
didn’t expect Adam to be so close. He was supposed to be at
the party for the older kids. Do you think he saw us?”
“No, but Lyle did. He was behind you,” Clyde
muttered. “I’m pretty sure that he didn’t
recognize us with these costumes and masks on. We need to get out of
them and hide them.” Lyle was the bigger threat. He was
thirteen, the same age as he and Jeff, and he had been closer.
But the whole Jamison gang was present, and the only thing that saved
them was that Lyle and Adam stopped to make sure their little brother
was okay.
Jeff had told him that at thirteen, they were too old to trick or
treat, and convinced him to toss a few eggs (he missed hitting other
kids on purpose, not that it mattered, Jeff’s eggs hit each
of the two boys). Then Jeff explained his plan for getting the candy
they both desired without having to go door-to-door begging for it.
Clyde hesitated, almost refusing. His dad was a police officer, and
Jeff’s plan was clearly illegal. Jeff said that nobody would
know who they were. He led them to where he had hidden two costumes
that Jeff had acquired somewhere and hidden in the back of the park.
“With these on, nobody can tell who we are. We grab a couple
of bags or buckets and run. Simple, right?”
Clyde agreed, after all, he and Jeff were good friends. Their first
target was Rusty Jamison, a boy only just turned eight. Clyde felt
horrible as they did it, but it didn’t end there. Ten yards
away from Rusty was another opportunity that they took advantage of,
also grabbing the bags from Rusty’s sister, Sally, and David
West. Sally and David were both twelve, and supposedly boyfriend and
girlfriend.
They hadn’t noticed that four kids were trailing behind
Rusty, Sally, and David. April King and Adam West were 14, and Sheri
West and Lyle Jamison were both 13. But when the red-headed Rusty
yelled, all four of them came running.
One thing neither of the boys knew however was that April had seen Jeff
take the two costumes. She was Sheri’s best friend, and knew
that the costumes were supposed to be for David and Sally. Once David
described the kids who’d taken his, Sally’s, and
Rusty’s candy bags, she knew exactly who to look for.
“It was Jeff Muller, that I know,” she said to the
others. “And if it was him, I’ll bet Clyde Gunther
was with him.”
“Clyde’s okay,” Lyle Jamison stated.
“He hangs around with Jeff, but he’s not like
him.”
Sheri was about to argue, but Adam cut her off.
“We’ll look for Muller, and we’ll take
whoever is with him and get the truth from him.” He pounded
his fist into the palm of his opposite hand.
“We won’t hurt either of them,” April
said. “We’ll just tell their parents.”
“Clyde might get grounded or something, his dad’s a
cop so he’ll likely do something. But Jeff’s mom
won’t do anything,” Lyle said. “She never
does. The teachers don’t even call her anymore when he gets
into trouble in school. I’m in the same class as both of
them, and they seem to get along fine. But if Clyde is by himself,
he’s really an okay kid. I don’t care if you hurt
Jeff Muller, he’s a dick. But not Clyde.”
“You are not going to hurt either of them,” April
stated again, this time more firmly. “If you don’t
trust their parents to punish them, then we’ll come up with a
punishment of our own. It’s not even dark yet, and they
couldn’t have gotten very far. Let’s cut across the
park towards their houses.”
They left Rusty with another boy who shared some of his candy with him.
Adam, April, Sheri, Sally, David, and Lyle headed across the park. They
hadn’t gone very far before Adam softly said, “Get
down.” He knelt on the grass and then dropped onto his hands
and knees.
The others followed suit, and a moment later they saw what Adam had
spotted. Jeff Muller and Clyde Gunther were walking just inside the
tree line in the back of the park. The two boys frequently looked
behind them, but not off to the side.
“Let’s get them,” Adam said.
“I’ll cut them off from heading towards their
homes, and you guys pin them to the trees.”
The plan was simple, but it worked. In seconds, the six of them had the
two boys surrounded. Clyde had a bag with Rusty’s name on it,
proving he was part of the thievery.
“What are you going to do, beat us up?” Jeff
mocked. “Good luck. Remember how I kicked your ass once
before,” he said, looking at Lyle. “Go ahead. We
found these bags with nobody around. If you touch us, you’ll
be the ones getting into trouble.”
None of them noticed that April had wandered off, back in direction the
two boys had come from. It only took a few minutes before she found the
two costumes and brought them back.
“You were wearing that one,” Lyle said to Clyde.
“I thought it was you. Admit it and you can leave and
we’ll just tell your parents. This was all Jeff’s
idea, wasn’t it?”
Before he could answer, two more boys showed up.
“It’s them,” Peter Knight said.
“Assholes. You guys messed up my best shirt. Now
we’re gonna kick your asses.”
“No, you’re not,” April insisted.
“What did they do to you two?”
Peter and his best friend Andy turned around; the egg stains obvious.
“They both threw at us, and they aren’t getting
away with it,” Andy threatened.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Sheri said
hopefully. This could turn out to be something really, really good if
everyone would agree to it. “You two need clothes. Those two
have some. They’re about your size.”
“Hey, that’s a cool idea,” Peter
chuckled. “You two, strip. Everything except your shoes and
socks.”
“Wait, I don’t think that’s a good
idea,” April began. But she was interested, and
didn’t continue when the others all agreed with Peter.
“If we have to strip you, your clothes, our clothes, and the
costumes will all leave with us,” Andy warned.
“No, please,” Clyde begged. “I threw an
egg at each of you, but I missed on purpose.”
“I thought so,” Jeff growled.
“Don’t worry, we’re still
good.” He turned to Andy. “Come on, do your worst.
I’m not stripping for you. If you want my clothes,
you’ll have to…”
Before he could finish, David had stepped up behind him and grabbed him
by the shoulders and pulled him back. With his leg right behind
Jeff’s ankles, his peer fell to the ground. The others all
joined in, even April. In minutes, Jeff and Clyde were naked. Even
their shoes and socks had been removed.
April was glad she hadn’t tried to stop it. The boys were a
year younger than her, but they were the only boys older than three
that she had ever seen naked, and she rather enjoyed the sight.
Sheri and Sally also were quite pleased, even more so when Peter and
Andy grabbed the boy’s arms and held them behind their back
so they couldn’t cover up.
Jeff and Clyde squirmed and tried to pull free, but the boys holding
them were also 13 and made of stronger stuff. They gave the three girls
enough time to see everything, including two dicks that went quickly
from soft to hard.
Hearing the giggling and comments from the girls, Peter and Andy were
glad it wasn’t them. They were about to release the boys when
Sheri surprised them.
“Get their shoelaces,” she said to David.
“You two, bring them back here by the trees.”
Minutes later, Jeff and Clyde, still totally naked, were tied with
their hands behind a tree. “We’ll be back after
we’re done trick or treating and will untie you
then,” Sheri said.
“No, please,” Clyde begged again, but it fell on
deaf ears. He turned to his friend. “This is all your
fault.”
“No, I only asked you to come with me. You were free to make
your own choices. I’m even okay with the fact that you never
tried to hit Peter and Andy with an egg. But don’t blame me
for decisions you made.”
Clyde tried to think of a counter argument, but he knew Jeff was right.
He hadn’t been coerced in any way. He liked Jeff’s
free spirit, and wanted to be part of it. He just never figured it
would lead to this, or any other punishment. If his dad found out, it
could be a whole lot worse. He wished now that he’d just gone
trick or treating.
The sun was just setting. Here, on the eastern side of the trees that
surrounded the park, it was already dusk. The town of Oak Lawn was
small with just over 300 homes. There were roughly 80 kids between the
ages of 12 and 14. And shortly after they were left alone, kids began
showing up. Both boys knew it was most likely Peter and Andy who told
other kids where they were. And none of those who came seemed the least
bit surprised to find the two boys naked.
The first were three kids their age: Stan Goldstein, Jenna Bench, and
Alisa Meyer. Jenna and Alisa touched them, getting instructions from
Stan. They began with Clyde, and when he curled his toes and tried to
bend forward at the waist, Stan told them to quit. They did, and moved
on to Jeff. It was repeated twice more times with each boy, and by
then, two more girls their age showed up. They explained what they were
doing and left Jeff and Clyde in the hands of two more of the girls in
their grade.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” Clyde said as
he was prevented from cumming for the third time.
The girls didn’t say anything to him, they simply moved on to
Jeff. On the second round, three boys, two from their grade and one a
year younger showed up. When they heard both boys begging, Scott Klem
gave them a choice. “We’ll ask the girls to leave
for a while, and while they are gone, you blow the three of us. Then
we’ll untie you.”
“Refuse, and every girl in our school is going to get to do
this with you,” Jenna said.
“You promise?” Jeff asked in a high-pitched voice.
“You’re not lying?”
Clyde had never heard that voice from Jeff before. He didn’t
want to give a blowjob, but he knew he couldn’t take being
right on the verge of shooting and then not being able to cum for much
longer.
“We absolutely promise,” Scott said. He held his
hands up with his finger spread apart. “See, no crossed
fingers. We will untie you.”
Jeff looked at Clyde. Clyde looked back, seeing the look of frustration
and fear in his friend’s eyes. He supposed he looked the
same. He nodded his head.
“Deal,” Jeff said.
With laughter, the two girls left. The three boys waited until they
were far enough away before one of them pushed the youngest in front of
Clyde. “Don’t bite my brother’s dick or
I’ll crush your balls,” Henry Blankenship blasted.
Clyde struggled to get on his knees, but once there took the dick of
the 12-year-old into his mouth. He’d never in his life given
or received a blowjob, but he had sense enough to be careful with his
teeth, afraid that Henry might be serious.
Next to him, Jeff was doing the same with Scott. Unlike Clyde, Jeff had
given one and gotten two blowjobs in his young life. The one he gave
was to his older by one year cousin, and the two he had received were
from boys a year or two younger than him, back when he was eleven.
It took several minutes, with Clyde finishing first. That resulting in
answering a question he’d had – which of them was
going to suck the younger boy’s brother. As soon as the
brother whooped and stepped back, Henry stepped forward.
He was quicker, and two minutes later the three boys pulled up their
pants and turned to leave.
“Hey, wait, you promised to untie us,” Jeff
questioned.
“And we will,” Scott laughed. “But first,
we want every girl in our grade to see you two naked. Once
that’s done, we’ll be back.” They laughed
as they walked away.
There were 26 kids in their grade. Unfortunately, it wasn’t
split evenly. Eleven were boys, leaving 15 girls. The good news was
that Sheri West and the two girls who showed up first were among them,
so 12 more to go.
The bad news was that someone was telling the girls how to torment the
two boys. Girls arrived two at a time, and each time they not only
admired seeing a classmate totally naked, but by following the
instructions they’d received, they brought the poor boys to
tears by getting them right on the edge of a climax only to let go and
ruin it.
Jeff and Clyde begged and pleaded for it to end. They attempted to make
deals but none of the girls accepted them. Until the last two.
“You know, every girl in our grade has now seen exactly what
you two look like,” Tina began.
“But only a couple of girls from 6th
grade and only one from 8th have seen
you,” Amanda finished. “We will let you do the job
yourself, but on two conditions.”
“Anything,” both boys answered simultaneously.
“First, you’ll do it here with all the girls and
any boys who want to watch,” Tina started.
“And second, tomorrow you will not wear any underwear to
school. And, you will lower your pants to any girl who asks you to. Do
you agree to those two conditions?” Amanda asked.
“Yes!”
The kids must have been close by, because it only took ten minutes for
21 of the 26 kids in their grade to show up. All the girls were there,
and six of the boys, including Henry and Scott. Along with them was
Henry’s younger brother and 5 girls aged between 11 and 12
and another 4 who were 14, including, to his ultimate horror,
Clyde’s sister!
As promised, Scott untied them, and then it was showtime.
Neither boy had ever jacked off with anyone else present. Normally, it
would have been all but impossible to do it with an audience of 31
kids. But the need to cum ruled their world, and both boys began with
only the slightest hesitation.
The good news was that it didn’t take long. Jeff finished
first, firing several bursts of nearly clear cum. Less then a minute
later, Clyde matched him. There was a lot of cheering and laughter from
the crowd, and they hung around for several minutes gawking at the two
naked boys.
Then Sally Jamison and David West handed them each a small bucket
filled with candy.
“For you,” Sally said. “Enjoy it. I was
super pissed at you, but I think the punishment more than fits the
crime.”
As the kids started leaving, Jeff yelled out, “Hey, what
about our clothes?”
“They’re somewhere in the town,” Peter
Knight yelled back. “Feel free to search for them as long as
you want.” He and Andy laughed as they ran off leaving the
other two boys totally naked.
April King stood next to Clyde’s sister. “They are
in your mailboxes. You can go home as you are. That is your punishment
for stealing these.” She held up the two costumes.
“These were rented and need to be returned, so I’ll
take care of that.”
That left just Cynthia Gunther, Clyde’s sister. He stood,
shame-faced, hoping she’d leave instead of standing there
staring at him.
“What do you want,” Jeff asked with an irritated
voice. She didn’t answer, so after several seconds he added,
“Screw you, I’m leaving.”
“I’ll get both sets of clothing on one
condition,” she said at last. “Clyde,
he’s nothing but trouble. Look at where hanging out with him
got you. And when you return home naked and I tell Mom why,
you’ll get punished even more. End your friendship with him.
You’re a good kid except when you’re around
Jeff.”
Jeff and Clyde had anticipated just such a response from her someday.
They’d talked about how to deal with it. Following their
agreement, Jeff looked at his only friend.
“It’s over, you and me. You were too scared to do
half the shit I wanted to do anyway. “
“Not until she does what she said, and one other
thing.” Clyde looked at Cynthia. “You
don’t tell Mom or Dad anything about tonight.”
“Mom already knows most of what you did. Stealing the
costumes, stealing candy from kids younger than you. I don’t
know how much if anything Dad knows. But neither of them know about how
the other kids punished you, and I’ll leave it up to you to
tell them what you want. However, I think by morning she’ll
have heard about it in detail. I’ll get the clothes and be
back in twenty minutes or so.”
After she had left, Clyde and Jeff moved closer to the trees where it
was darker.
“You pissed at me?” Jeff asked. “You
should be. She’s kind of right, all I do is get you in
trouble.”
“What if we tried to change that?” Clyde offered.
“I’ll be the guide. We’ll try hard to
make friends. Stop vandalizing stuff and picking on people. Better for
both of us.”
They’d never had this conversation before, and Jeff was a bit
surprised that Clyde offered it. He wasn’t proud of his
reputation, and he had to admit, what happened tonight and would
certainly happen in school tomorrow was beyond any punishment
he’d ever considered. Maybe it was time to try and change his
stripes.
Before any agreement could be discussed, Clyde’s sister
returned, much too soon. With her was Clyde’s dad, who was in
civilian clothing instead of his police uniform. That was a surprise,
because Clyde knew he, and every other cop in town, were supposed to be
patrolling the streets to keep things safe. The way his eyes were
narrowed, Clyde knew his dad was pissed.
“I want the truth, no lies, and no deception. I am not here
as an officer of the law, I’m here as your father,”
Mr. Gunther began. “Did you throw eggs at kids and steal
candy?”
“It was my idea,” Jeff muttered. “Clyde
didn’t want to do it.”
“But I did. We tossed eggs at the Conner’s house,
and at Peter Knight and Andy Benson. We stole candy from Rusty and
Sally Jamison and David West. And we peed over the side of the cliff on
Oak Mountain and on some kids who were down below. They never yelled or
anything, so I think we missed.”
“Why your sister risked getting your clothes back and lying
to me is between you and her, but she is not going to bring anything to
wear. I expect you home no later than 8:30, which is half an hour from
now. And since you seem to accept being naked, there is no sense in
trying to hide it, so no covering up. You will get spanked, but if you
can’t follow those two simple instructions, it will change to
a paddle. Something I thought I’d never do to any child of
mine, but your actions have made me reconsider.” He turned
and looked at Jeff. “Your mother, like Clyde’s,
knows what you did and how it ended. She laughed. You will also return
home naked, but as I understand it, nothing will happen to you when you
get there.”
He turned and started to walk away.
“Dad, wait,” Clyde’s voice broke as he
said it. “I, uh, don’t think I can walk through
town without covering up. Can we discuss that? I know your pissed, and
you have every right to be, but I don’t want to get paddled.
Or spanked, but I won’t try to get out of that, I deserve
it.”
His father turned. “I heard you both were tied to trees with
your shoelaces. Show me.”
Five minutes later, Clyde’s hands were tied behind his back.
“The knots are simple shoelace knots. They are easy to reach.
You can free yourself in seconds if you want or need to. But my rule
about covering up stays in place.”
“What about Jeff?” Clyde saw his dad make a face
and continued before he could speak. “I know he’s
been a bad influence on me, but it was me who agreed to all the stupid
stuff we’ve done. We had a few minutes to discuss it, and
we’ve decided that a change in leadership is necessary. From
now on, I’ll be the one in charge. He wants to change. It
will be hard, but I think I can make it happen. But not if you try to
keep me from being with him.” Clyde kept a close watch on his
father’s eyes, and saw them tighten and then loosen.
“I have no authority over him. He is his mom’s
child. However, I will go there and see if she would be open to him
spending more time at our house. That is all I’m promising
for now. It will be up to her – and him. But even if she
agrees to allow me to punish him when necessary, it will be a temporary
arrangement. He has to change, or it will end. You now have until 8:45
to be home. Jeff can come with you, if necessary, I’ll drive
him home from there.” He turned to Cynthia. “You
stay with them. Don’t let other kids keep him from being home
on time. And don’t lie. If he decides on his own to wait
until it is darker, that is his decision. Your only job is to protect
him from any kids trying to delay him.”
He left, and Cynthia, Clyde, and Jeff stood there looking at each
other. After a few seconds, Jeff broke the silence. “I kind
of need my hands tied too. Then we need to get going.” He
paused, and then looked at Clyde. “If that’s what
you want. You’re in charge, not me.”
Cynthia found the other set of shoelaces and moments later
Jeff’s hands were loosely tied behind his back with the same
knot her dad had used on her brother.
“You ready for this?” Clyde asked.
Jeff nodded, but his cheeks were red, showing he was not a willing
nudist. With Cynitha in the lead, the two boys walked side-by-side,
heading for town. As they left the park and entered the residential
area, both of them suffered the additional shame at have erections they
couldn’t touch or hide.
The younger kids had returned home with buckets and bags filled with
candy. That left the middle and high school aged kids still out and
about. And once the two naked boys were spotted, they soon had an
audience that grew with each block they passed.
They were teased and touched, but not prevented from walking along.
With fifteen minutes to spare, they arrived at the Gunther house just
as Clyde’s dad pulled his personal vehicle, not a cop car,
into the driveway.
“Jeff, this is up to you. Your mother has given me all the
permission to treat you the same as I do Jeff. He is about to get
spanked, on the front porch, in front of your classmates and older
kids. You can go on home if you want.” He had
Jeff’s clothing in his hands, along with other stuff
he’d taken from Jeff’s room.
“No sir, I will try to grow wings instead of horns.
I’m in with whatever happens to Clyde.”
As spankings went, it was not particularly painful. Clearly, Mr.
Gunther didn’t intend on dealing pain. Instead, it was the
horror of being spanked in front of scores of other kids, followed by
having to stand on the porch, their hands still tied behind their
backs, for fifteen very long minutes.
Mrs. Gunther came out when the time was up, further embarrassing each
of the boys. “Both of you, inside. Showers, and then bed.
I’ll leave the sleeping arrangement up to you two. I want to
point out that this is a temporary situation. You have to show constant
improvement to be permitted on my property and for Clyde to be allowed
to visit you at your home.”
She chuckled as she saw her son’s privates for the first time
since he was about five. He and Jeff were nearly identical down below.
She held the door as the two boys made a beeline for Clyde’s
bedroom.
The next day in school, teachers seemed to have a lot of extra duties.
It first became apparent in homeroom where all the students started.
“Mrs. Hutchenson got called to another class where someone is
sick, and she left me in charge,” a girl from the eighth
grade said. “Stand for the pledge.”
She led them through the ceremony that each school day started with.
Once that was done, there was still fifteen minutes before the first
bell would ring. Today, in Clyde and Jeff’s homeroom, there
was a new ceremony.
“Clyde, let’s see if you followed the rules I gave
you,” Amanda said. “Clyde Gunther and Jeff Muller,
move to the front of the room and show us that neither of you are
wearing underpants.”
Naked in the park had been horrifying. Somehow, being seen partially
naked in school felt a lot worse. The boys were literally shaking as
they moved to the front of the room. After looking at each other for a
few seconds, they both unsnapped their pants and let them fall to their
ankles.
The class reacted immediately to having two boys show their privates to
them in a classroom at Oak Lawn Middle School. There was loud cheering
and laughter, something that should have brought an adult. But none
showed up.
Amanda ‘suggested’ they remain that way until the
bell rang. By the time the fifteen minutes had passed, both of them had
boners. And now they had to go to their first class, unable to do
anything to make the hardness go away.
They were in different rooms for their first class, but in each case,
with a few minutes to go until the next bell, their teachers were
called away. This time, they were each alone as they stood in front of
a dozen or so of their peers, naked from the waist down. In
Jeff’s room, someone again suggested that he also remove his
shirt. He hesitated a few second before pulling it over his head. He
then stood there naked, doing all he could to keep from covering up, as
his classmates laughed. He could hear the ruckus from across the hall
where he knew Clyde was, so he knew that his friend was also at least
partially naked.
They were together again in the next class, gym. Eight other boys and
twelve girls. The first 30 minutes were like any other gym class, but
then, once again, the teachers got called away. The door had hardly
closed behind them when a girl ordered them to show that they were not
wearing underpants.
Again, as they stood there, they were ordered to remove the rest of
their gym uniform. Since they both had erections and both needed to
cum, they only were a little upset when ordered to jack off. But then
Jan Dickens had an idea.
“You shouldn’t be allowed to touch your
dick,” she began. “But I can’t see any
reason why you can’t touch each other’s. So go
ahead and masturbate your friend.”
Before yesterday, Clyde had never seen Jeff naked, and he’d
certainly never touched his best friend’s dick. But now, with
20 kids their age watching, he used his left hand to jack off Jeff
while his friend was doing the same to him. It lasted four long minutes
before Clyde got Jeff to shoot, and another one before he was able to
cum.
Then, with lots of time left before the bell, the boys headed for their
locker room, making Clyde and Jeff follow them.
“Lock your gym clothes in your lockers with your street
clothes and give me the keys,” Tony Fields ordered.
“I’ll give them back to you if, and not until, you
give a blow job to every boy here who wants one.”
“You can’t leave us naked,” Jeff exploded.
“Well, we can’t help it if you dropped your keys
outside on the grass where we warmed up,” Tony countered. He
moved closer to the door.
“I’m not about to spend the rest of the day
naked,” Clyde said, surrendering the key to his locker.
“Jeff, put your gym clothes in your locker and give him your
key.”
“I’m not gonna…” Jeff paused.
He shook his head to clear it, remembering that he’d promised
to try things Clyde’s way. “I’m sorry for
yelling at you,” he said to Tony.
All eight boys wanted one, and the last two weren’t done
until the bell was already ringing. Tony handed over the two keys as
the last two boys dressed and then Jeff and Clyde were left alone in
the locker room. The next class was lunch, and both boys decided
they’d rather go hungry than be forced to strip naked in
front of the whole school. Half the school would be coming to the gym,
and the half that they were in would be in the cafeteria getting lunch.
In 20 minutes they’d switch.
They dressed and sat on the benches in the locker room. But only a few
minutes passed before three boys and two girls entered.
“Either strip totally naked and go out that door with your
clothes in your hands, or we will strip you and toss you out there with
your clothes in a locker under my key,” one of the boys
ordered.
They knew that one way or another, it was going to happen, so
reluctantly, both boys stripped. “Shoes and socks
too,” the boy smirked. “Totally naked. And
don’t you dare try and cover up.”
“For how long?” Clyde asked as he finished getting
completely naked.
“A few minutes. Then you get dressed and go to lunch. After
that, when your half of the school comes here, I’m sure
someone will suggest that you strip again.”
With their clothing clutched behind their backs, the two naked and
again erect boys left the locker room and entered the gym. The stands
were full of kids who expected to see the two boys naked and were not
disappointed. They were forced to stand in the center for five minutes
before being allowed to dress. Then they had to hurry to the cafeteria
to get something to eat.
They didn’t resist when 15 minutes later they were again told
to move from the stands to the center of the gym floor and strip, thus
allowing every remaining boy and girl in the school to see them naked.
For many of the kids, they’d seen it several times already.
Yet it never ceased to be thrilling and hilarious.
As the lunch period was nearing the end, there was an announcement over
the loudspeakers throughout the school.
“There will be an assembly in the gym immediately following
lunch. Attendance is mandatory. Jeff Muller and Clyde Gunther, report
to the office.”
“What now?” both boys asked each other. They did
their best to ignore the oohs from the kids in the bleachers as they
dressed.
When they arrived, they found Mr. Gunther, in uniform, in the
principal’s office. The principal was not there.
“Come in boys,” he said. “Close the door
behind you and have a seat.”
“Dad, we didn’t do anything wrong,” Clyde
began.
“I know. Your sister called and told me she thought it was
getting out of hand. I checked with Mrs. Daughtrey. Apparently, Mr. and
Mrs. Jamison asked the school to allow students to have some
‘alone’ time with the two of you throughout the
day. It was part of a punishment you were enduring and had agreed to.
Since everyone in town knows what you did last evening, the school
accepted it with the understanding that neither of you would be
threatened with harm or hurt. Did anyone threaten to hurt you or
actually hurt you?”
“No,” both boys answered.
“But we’ve been made to strip in every class and
twice during lunch. Every kid in school has seen us naked again, and we
had to jerk each other off,” Jeff said.
“And we had to give all the boys in our gym class a
blowjob,” Clyde added, looking totally ashamed for having to
admit it to his dad.
“Okay, I felt that you deserved the nude part of your
punishment, but I can see it did go too far.” Mr. Gunther
looked at his watch. “It’s time for my presentation
to the school body. Come with me and stand in the back. I want you to
hear it.”
Mrs. Daughtrey, the principal, was just finishing up with her message.
The kids had hardly paid attention to her, and there was a lot of noise
in the gym. It ended when they saw a police officer enter and move to
the center of the gym. Most of the kids knew it was Clyde’s
dad, and those he didn’t found out when he introduced himself.
“Yesterday, words were spoken regarding events that violated
the law during the trick or treat hours. My son was involved, so I did
not take part in the official investigation. The investigation did not
produce anyone who said that my son or any boys did anything wrong, and
it was closed.”
He paused, watching the reaction on the faces of the students.
“However, I did question my son. He admitted to me that he
and another unnamed boy had done several things they knew were wrong
and potentially illegal. Clyde gave me specifics, but also said that he
had accepted a very unusual punishment from the siblings of the kids he
and another boy had harmed. All of you know this, and you all know the
name of the other boy. As a parent, I decided that as unusual as the
punishment was, if Clyde accepted it, I let it stand.”
This time when he paused, he saw a very different look on the faces of
the students, one that suggested they felt they had everything but
permission to continue humiliating Clyde and Jeff. His next statement
would change that view.
“In my official status of a police officer, I did receive a
complaint that the punishment had gone beyond what was intended. Since
I don’t know who ordered the punishment, I can’t
verify that. However, I can say, that what I was told was being done is
legally very dangerous. If you got caught forcing a child to appear
naked in your presence, you could face a very serious charge. If it
involved a sex act, it jumps into what could become a felony charge.
Same thing if you used a recording device, such as a cell phone, to
record such actions. If convicted of a felony, it would harm you for
the rest of your life.”
Suddenly, every face he stared at for a few seconds looked scared,
which was exactly the reaction he hoped for.
“Now, I have just finished questioning my son, who denies
that anything of that nature has occurred today. Without a charge of
wrongdoing, my investigation into this matter is closed. However,
should Clyde, or any other student come forward and bring charges, it
would be handled by the police department. While I’m telling
you I am not investigating any further, I want you all to understand
that I do believe that my son is lying to me. Whether he is afraid of
those who made him perform the actions that someone told me, or if he
thinks he deserved it, I want to make sure that all of you understand
something. End it here and now. If I continue to hear rumors, I will
have other officers question certain individuals, including my son, and
try to get to the truth. If what I believe has been going on ends now,
then you have no reason to be worried. If, however, you do have photos
of it, you had better delete them and make damn sure that they can not
be recovered. If you were to lose your phone and someone found it and
turned it into the police department, we would look. If a repair person
called us and told us he found pictures that are illegal, we would
investigate. Having pictures of a naked minor would be a very serious
charge, and no statement from my son or any other boy would be
necessary to bring such charges. Are there any questions?”
The room was silent. No student raised an arm or spoke. Mr. Gunther
gave it 30 seconds.
“Okay than, my message is complete. Have a nice
day.” He turned and left the stage.
Mrs. Daughtry returned to the front. “Ordinarily we would
have been in a better position to ensure the safety of all of our
students,” she began. “But all day there have been
things come up that certain teachers had to take care of outside the
classroom. Since at this point there is only 45 minutes left in the
day, I’m calling an early dismissal. School is out for the
day; we’ll see you all tomorrow.”
Normally, such an announcement would have resulted in riotous cheering
and yelling. But today, many, if not all, of the kids considered the
message behind Officer Gunther’s talk. They were safe now;
Clyde wasn’t going to tell. And presumably the same for Jeff.
But if it continued, all deals were off. Those who did have pictures
were busy deleting them and asking the phone nurds how to make sure
they couldn’t be resurrected.
Jeff and Clyde stood by the door as the other students exited. Several
girls blushed as they passed. Many apologized. Four of the boys
they’d given blowjobs to thanked him for not telling. Clyde
felt odd. He had told his father. But this time his dad had turned a
page from Jeff and let it pass. And he lied, saying that his son denied
anything wrong had been done to him.
As quickly as the punishment had started, it ended. They walked home
safely and fully dressed, and were not picked on or made fun of, let
alone ordered to strip. The next day it was back to business as usual.
No teachers were absent from the classrooms, and even in the bathrooms,
nothing insulting or threatening was said. Several boys told Clyde that
he’d done the right thing by lying to his dad. “We
did go too far, and now we owe you,” more than a few said or
at least suggested. None of the boys who’d gotten blown
offered to repay that however.
Still, they were both burdened by the fact that nothing about any part
of their bodies was a mystery to any boy or girl in their school, or
even to some in the high school and many in the elementary grades.
They’d been seen naked and hard by around 125 kids. Some as
young as 10 and at least 12 kids from high school. The majority of the
kids had also watched them jack off. Of the total school population,
that came to about 40% of all kids attending one of the three Oak Lawn
Schools. The majority of the remaining were in 1st
through 5th grade, although a fair number of the
5th graders had seen them. And who knew how many
other kids had seen pictures of them.
Jeff worked hard at being a better kid. His grades improved, and he
began to gain friends beyond Clyde. Clyde’s grades had also
returned to where they were before he started to hang out with Jeff.
But never did other kids mention seeing them naked. It became a
Halloween to forget. Until the next year, when rumors spread that
pantsing 13-year-old boys was now part of the tradition. Jeff and Clyde
didn’t participate in doing it, but they did see 6 boys with
their pants and underwear around their ankles while older kids held
their arms, allowing any girls who wanted to see them to get a good
look. Word was that at least a dozen boys had been exposed. And not a
word of it was ever spoken to any adult.
The tradition was likely to continue in future years.
The end