Sins of the Brother

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Sins of the Brother

by PatrickNaked

Somewhere in the Dark Ages (of the 1950s)

— It was only eight o’clock in the morning and it was already so hot Cameron was sweating. It beaded his face and ran from his short blond hair into his eyes constantly. His t-shirt was soaked, and his jeans were chafing him in his crotch uncomfortably as he walked.

The twelve year old… or twelve and a half, as he would be quick to correct anyone who slighted his age… was wandering aimlessly along a gravel backroad about a mile from his house. He lived in a heavily wooded rural area. Roads like the one he was following crisscrossed and rambled their serpentine way through the trees for miles and miles, as seemingly aimless as Cameron himself.

It was Saturday. He should’ve been doing something… anything… with his friends. But they were all otherwise occupied that day. Brett had a doctor’s appointment. Bill had to attend a family reunion. Andy was off on a weekend vacation with his own family.

After complaining bitterly about how unfair his life was, Cameron’s mother had finally shooed him out of the house like a pesky fly, telling him not to return until one in the afternoon for lunch.

That gave him five hours on his own. He thought about going down to the creek to swim. But it wouldn’t be much fun by himself. And he hadn’t brought his swim suit. The lack of swimming attire didn’t bother his friends whenever they went to the creek as a group. They thought nothing of skinny dipping. They teased Cameron for refusing to follow their example. Not only was he too bashful to shed all his clothes in front of his friends… even though they were entirely naked in front of HIM… he was also afraid of someone coming along and discovering them. Their swimming spot was secluded, buried deep within the woods, but that did nothing to ease his anxiety. He always wore his swimsuit under his jeans on creek days. He’d rather bear the teasing than bare his body.

The thought of a refreshing swim wouldn’t leave him alone. But he couldn’t go back to the house to retrieve his swimsuit. He would never be able to sneak it past his eagle-eyed mother. She had forbidden him from swimming alone, afraid if something went amiss, he would drown with no one else there to save him.

Maybe, just this once, he could try skinny dipping. There would be none of his friends there to see him naked. But after considering this briefly, he knew he would never be able to do it. He remembered how his friends looked as they got out of the water and lined up to jump off the big rock back into the creek. Their entire bodies were revealed in the bright sunlight. Everything was visible. And their private parts jiggled and flopped around between their legs. Didn’t they realize that? If any girls from school came upon him in that state, he would die in agony from the shame right then and there. Even if he somehow survived, everyone at school would know on Monday that Cameron had been seen naked by GIRLS. Nope. It was never going to happen.

What about swimming in his underwear? That would be almost as embarrassing if he was caught. Being seen in just his briefs would be bad enough. But he knew how transparent the white fabric became when wet. He’d look practically naked. So THAT wasn’t going to happen either. He was just going to have to sweat it out in the heat.

Cameron was so busy feeling sorry for himself, and trying to decide what to do and where to go, he didn’t hear the car coming up behind him… and slowing down as it drew near.

— Axel was at the wheel of a one year old Gypsy Red 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air he had ‘borrowed’ from the garage he worked at. The car’s owner had left it for the weekend to get an oil change and lube job while he was out of town. He wouldn’t have been happy to know Axel was out joyriding in his precious vehicle.

Axel was a large, heavily muscled young man, twenty years of age. He had thick black hair loaded to a blinding sheen with Brylcreem. He was dressed in his usual attire… a black t-shirt with the sleeves removed to show off his muscular arms, faded blue jeans that prominently displayed the enormous bulge in his crotch, and black leather biker boots.

Axel liked to brag about being an excellent mechanic, but oil changes and lube jobs were about all he was capable of. Even then, he often managed to botch the most simple jobs. The REAL mechanic at the garage could barely tolerate the young man’s swagger and unearned arrogance. But Axel’s uncle owned the business, so his job security was unassailable.

Axel wasn’t joyriding alone… there would be no joy in THAT. His new girlfriend, Stella, occupied the passenger seat. Stella was eighteen years old, a cheerleader in high school. She had long blonde hair and a very curvaceous figure. She was wearing clothes that would never pass muster if this had been a school day. Her thin white top showed a lot of cleavage, and it left about three inches of her belly exposed. Beneath that was a pair of blue jean cutoffs. Both garments were so extreme in how much skin they revealed, she had to wear another set of more modest clothes over them till she was out of the house.

Stella had been teasing and tantalizing Axel throughout the car ride. She would occasionally cross her bare legs… the right leg over the left. A little later, the left over the right. Each time she did this, she could see Axel trying and failing not to look. His breathing quickened. He kept biting his bottom lip. And what gratified Stella the most, the large bulge in his jeans continued to get larger.

Stella’s girlfriends, Chloe and Grace, were in the back seat. They were both seventeen. Chloe was a redhead. Her hair was a nest of tight curls. Grace had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Both girls were more demure in their attire than Stella, with blue jeans and patterned blouses. They weren’t nearly as wild as their friend, but were often carried along by the force of Stella’s personality into areas where they wouldn’t normally venture.

Stella paused in her torment of Axel… luckily for him as his jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight. “Slow down,” she commanded. “That boy. I think I know him.”

Axel followed her gaze. A blond haired boy was walking along the side of the road about thirty yards ahead. His back was to them, but Axel could see he was no older than twelve or so. A kid. There was nothing remarkable about him. Just a little runt with a flattop like ninety percent of the other boys in town. “So?” he asked. But his foot also lifted from the gas pedal as ordered. This was why Stella had chosen him as her new boyfriend, not his sexual allure as Axel believed. Axel was easily controlled. He did what she said when she said it. His massive muscles and what he packed in his pants DID play a part in her selection, but only in an indirect way. She liked the feeling of power in being able to control something so powerful. Even when he was on top of her, enveloping her, thrusting that huge thing inside her… she was still the one in control.

With her eyes still locked onto the boy like a hawk sizing up its prey, Stella said, “That’s Cameron. Mike’s little brother.”

Oh. Axel now understood. Mike was Stella’s previous boyfriend. A little over a year before, he had unceremoniously dumped her before heading off to some college across the country. But not before getting in one last session of sweaty sex in the back seat of his car. He was still inside her, slowly softening, when he told her they were through. No long distance romance for HIM. His future was filled with college girls… something she would never be. He didn’t need to associate with someone destined to be a truck stop waitress anymore. He had a full football scholarship and a life beyond this backwater town and all its losers. His words were cruel, but they weren’t even the worst of it. Had he stopped there, Stella might not have existed in a haze of bitter rage ever since.

Axel had his own resentments simmering inside. He was bigger and stronger than Mike would ever be. He was a better football player, too. So what if he sometimes scored a goal on his own team. Everyone gets confused every now and then. But it was Mike who got a full ride, while Axel was trapped in a miserable, lowly job servicing other people’s cars, never able to afford one of his own. He and Stella made a good pair. They had a common enemy, but one they couldn’t touch. Mike was gone, and would probably never return.

— Cameron only became aware of the car by the sound of gravel crunching beneath its tires as it pulled up to him. Normally, he wouldn’t be alarmed by a vehicle stopping near him, even way out in the woods as he was. Practically everyone knew everyone else in the area, and strangers were rarely seen. But there was something stealthy in the way the vehicle had crept up on him that put the boy on alert.

He stepped back a couple of feet into the grass along the side of the road before turning to look at the car. It was a gleaming red Bel Air. He remembered seeing it around town, but always driven by Mr. Halsey, the local banker. But Halsey wasn’t in the driver’s seat. Axel Murphy was. Cameron’s uneasy feeling intensified. Axel was a bully. Cameron had never had any altercations with him personally. But he knew plenty who had. Axel had an unreadable, but still disturbing, expression on his face.

Cameron noticed Axel wasn’t alone in the car. Stella Gibbons was in the passenger seat. She was smiling, but not in a good natured way. He felt like he was looking at the evil eyes and toothy grin of a shark right before it devoured its prey. Cameron’s brother Mike had been Stella’s previous boyfriend. Mike had bragged about how he unceremoniously dumped her before leaving for college. Mike shared all the particulars… and they were ugly.

In the back seat were two other girls. He knew Chloe by sight, but not much else about her. Grace, however, had been his babysitter once or twice a month since he was eight years old. The last time had only been about a month prior, despite the boy’s protests that he was now twelve and a half, and didn’t need a babysitter. Cameron felt a blush creep into his cheeks as he remembered the times she had supervised his baths. It would’ve been bad enough if it had been an adult female watching. But Grace was only five years older than him. It was outrageous. He had complained to his mother the first time, but she hadn’t been sympathetic. She told him Grace was a very mature young lady for her age. When she was babysitting, she was fully in charge. Cameron was to do whatever she deemed necessary. Making it worse, Grace always told her friends everything that happened at her latest babysitting job. So everyone knew he had to strip naked and bathe in front of a girl. And worse… that she often took a more hands-on approach to bath time. At least he wasn’t the only one. There were a dozen or more families that regularly employed her services.

It was little wonder he was so bashful about his body. He had been emotionally scarred.

Axel motioned to him. “Come over here, kid.”

Cameron didn’t have to consider this order for long before deciding against compliance. Grace and Chloe didn’t look too threatening, but Axel and Stella obviously had mischief on their minds. He decided the best course of action was to run. If they decided to chase him, he felt sure he could lose them in the woods. He knew the entire area very well.

Axel recognized the boy’s intentions. He had a lot of experience with people running from him. “If you run, you’ll regret it. I’m way faster than you. You’re too scrawny to beat with my fists, but I’ll spank your bare ass right in front of these girls. You don’t want to mess with me today. Stella here rushed me out so quick this morning, I didn’t have time for breakfast. I’m cranky.”

Cameron debated with himself for a few moments before deciding he didn’t want to take the chance. Axel WAS very athletic, and Cameron WAS kind of scrawny. “What do you want?” he asked. He cringed inwardly at the quaver in his voice.

Before Axel could answer, Stella leaned in front of him and said in a poor imitation of friendliness, “We just want to have a little talk with you, honey. Catch up on things. I haven’t seen you in forever.” She curled her bottom lip out in a pout. “Not since your mean ol’ brother dropped me like a hot potato.”

Cameron doubted she had missed him as she implied. She had always completely ignored him before. “Sorry,” he told her. “I’ve got lots of chores to do today. All kinds of stuff around the house. Maybe we can catch up later.”

“If you’ve got all those chores, why are you walking AWAY from your house, sweetness?”

Good question. Before he could come up with an answer, Axel turned off the ignition and opened the car door. “Small talk bores me. Get in the car.” He stepped out, then leaned the back of the seat forward so Cameron could climb into the back. To the boy, that open car door looked like the gaping jaws of a beast. There was no way he was going to voluntarily enter that maw. Panic overruled his earlier decision not to run.

He barely made it five feet into his escape attempt before Axel’s arm encircled his waist and lifted him off the ground. Cameron screamed and kicked, but had no effect. Axel laughed as he tossed the boy into the back seat between the two girls. Axel slid back into the car, started the engine, and drove slowly down the road. He was smiling. His capture of Cameron had been brief but satisfying. He liked proving how much stronger he was than anyone else.

— Grace looked down at the obviously terrified boy sitting beside her. She liked the look. The primary reason she had taken on the role of babysitter was the power it gave her. The power to make boys do whatever she told them. The power to make them completely undress before her. To make them bathe themselves under her very watchful eye. Sometimes she’d take over and bathe them herself… only to ensure it was done correctly, of course.

Beyond the thrill of humiliating her charges was the knowledge that, as a girl, she could do this with their parents’ blessing. She had learned from an early age, long before she started the babysitting business, what made boys different from girls. Starting when she was around six years old, she would volunteer to help her aunts and her mother’s friends change their babies diapers. It could be unpleasant work, but that shiver of excitement made it all worthwhile. She had access that no boy would ever be allowed to have. She gained an intimate knowledge of the male anatomy, while the boys her age were still entirely in the dark about what girls had between their legs. As she grew older, her assistance naturally evolved to include bathing her cousins and other little boys. She was a godsend to exhausted, overworked moms and dads.

Once she was old enough, the babysitting business formalized her services. She actually got paid to indulge in her passion. She got to see naked boys who were not much younger than she. The boys were always well aware of that minimal age difference, too. That was the icing on the cake.

The boy beside her, Cameron, was one of her most bashful charges. As with all the others, she would make him stand in the tub and lather himself up thoroughly. She would watch him do his front, then make him turn around so she could continue watching while he did his back. She didn’t want to miss a single moment. His cheeks would turn the brightest red. Especially embarrassing for him was when she watched him clean his little penis and ballsack. Once he finished, she would scold him, saying it wasn’t sufficient. Do it again. And again. She had to be careful not to overdo it. The boys could never know the excitement she gained through her control of them. She had to be seen as a strict, meticulous figure of authority.

Cameron hadn’t said a word since Axel tossed him into the back seat. He was staring straight ahead, looking like he was going to cry at any moment. Grace had no idea what Stella had in mind for the boy, but instinct told her it was likely to take them into her own area of obsession. Stella had been humiliated by Cameron’s brother… something she wasn’t used to. She was always the one in charge. That breakup, and how it played out, had almost destroyed her. She wanted revenge, but the target of her wrath was now halfway across the country. Fortune, however, had felt her pain and delivered to her the next best thing… Mike’s little brother, all alone out in the woods. Stella was going to turn the tables. Grace was sure this poor boy was about to experience a humiliation much deeper than any bath time supervision.

Cameron was actually the opposite of his brother in almost every way. He wasn’t muscled, he wasn’t mean, he wasn’t arrogant or cruel. But that wouldn’t save him. He had become Mike’s proxy, and was about to pay dearly for his brother’s sins. And making it worse for the boy, Stella had a new weapon in her arsenal… Axel the Enforcer. His reputation alone was enough to insure the boy would submit to whatever degradations were in store for him without any physical force having to be employed. Although force could be fun, too. Grace would just have to make sure it didn’t go too far. They couldn’t leave any incriminating marks on him. And they’d have to warn him what would happen should he tell what had been done to him. She couldn’t let this cast a shadow over her babysitting business, which was lucrative in so many ways.

— Cameron wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what this was all about. He also knew how unfair it was. He hadn’t done anything. He didn’t do the kinds of things Mike did. He didn’t even like his brother. Mike had made his home life miserable till Mom and Dad had divorced four years ago. Cameron had stayed with Mom, and Mike had moved across town to live with their father and the new wife… the woman Dad had cheated on Mom with. Cameron knew the kind of man his father was, and Mike was like him in so many ways. Even after moving, Mike managed to continue his tyranny. Cameron despaired he’d never be free of him.

“Um… hello?” Cameron didn’t say who he was addressing, but everyone in the car knew who was running the show. Stella turned around in her seat to look at the boy.

“Were you talking to me, dearie?” she asked sweetly.

“I know you’re mad at my brother. And dumping you like that was wrong.” Stella’s face hardened at the word ‘dumping’. Maybe he should’ve worded that a little more tactfully. “But… but, I didn’t have anything to do with that.” A sob broke through his attempt at composure. How embarrassing.

Stella’s genial mask slipped back into place. “Don’t cry, honey. I know you’re innocent in all of this. You’re not even old enough to have a girlfriend to ‘dump’.” Her eyes narrowed at that last word. Cameron decided it had, indeed, been a poor choice. Stella continued, “Why, you probably don’t even think about girls in that way yet. Is that so?”

“Wh… what do you mean?” Cameron knew exactly what she meant. This conversation was entering a very uncomfortable area. He had thought they were going to drag him out into the woods and beat him up. But now he was starting to suspect his undeserved punishment might take a different avenue. He was quite new to what Stella was referring to. It still was only a vague stirring, a sense that something inside was no longer what it used to be. All he knew for sure was that it was intensely personal and private… and it was looking like Stella planned to haul it out into the light… in front of two other girls and a big, muscled up goon.

Cameron realized something else. He suddenly saw that goon as a powerfully sexual young man, one who girls practically salivated over. And he saw himself as a pathetic little boy in comparison. Axel had rugged, manly good looks. Cameron’s features were so soft even his friends sometimes called him a ‘girlie’. Axel was brawny while Cameron was skinny. Axel had that huge bulge in his jeans that snaked down his leg. Cameron was tiny by comparison. He had frequently seen his friends naked at the creek, so he knew he was on par with the other boys. His was even bigger than Andy’s. But it was a shrimp compared to Axel’s killer whale. He had also seen Axel shirtless while working on cars out in front of the auto repair shop. Axel’s chest was thick with hair. That hair continued down the middle of his torso and spread out again across his stomach. Cameron knew he’d have a massive curly bush between his legs. Cameron’s own body was completely hairless… something he had never been self-conscious of before. Now, he was all too aware of it.

And he had a horrible premonition that soon everyone in attendance would know how bare his body was. How small his thing was. He knew this with a dead certainty. Stella’s plans for him would end with him completely naked. No… it was worse. His nakedness would only be the beginning. He finally gave in to the tears that had been threatening to come. He didn’t just cry. His whole body was wracked with huge sobs. He was so overwhelmed at the moment, he wasn’t even embarrassed to be doing this in front of the others. In front of GIRLS.

Axel laughed. “Fuckin’ crybaby.”

— Chloe looked over at the boy. He had his face buried in his hands as he cried hysterically. She didn’t know him personally as Stella did, but she had seen him around town a few times. He was a cute kid. He reminded her of her ten year old nephew.

There was a lot going on here she didn’t understand. She knew about the breakup between Stella and Mike, of course. And how brutal it had been. But her family had only moved to town less than a year ago, so she didn’t know Stella nearly as well as Grace did. She didn’t know what the girl was capable of, but was starting to have some uneasy suspicions. Stella’s eyes held a fanatical gleam.

The new boyfriend, Axel, made her nervous, too. She had met his type before. He was a self-centered jerk. And a bully. When she caught sight of his eyes in the rear view mirror, they looked as dangerous as Stella’s. Chloe was starting to wish she hadn’t agreed to go along on this joyride. It had been a stupid thing to do to begin with. They were in a stolen car. If they were pulled over by the police, she didn’t think Axel’s prepared story about taking the car for a test drive was going to fool anyone. And now they had abducted a little twelve year old boy. Chloe didn’t know what Stella had planned for him, but she knew it was going to get ugly. She wondered if she’d have the courage to step in if things got truly dangerous. She really didn’t know. She had never been tested by a situation like this before.

Axel turned left down a smaller side road that led deeper into the woods. Stella stared at Cameron for a moment, smiling at his distress. “Oh, you poor little darlin’. You seem ALL upset.” She reached out and ruffled Cameron’s sweaty hair. “And you’re just sweatin’ buckets. You need to cool off, honey, before you have a heat stroke. Maybe slip out of that nasty, sweaty t-shirt.”

‘Ah’, Chloe thought. Now she knew where this was going. Young Cameron was going to have to remove more than just his shirt before his ordeal was over. Poor kid. She briefly thought of speaking up on his behalf, but decided against it. She was aware of her status as a new friend, one who was still on a probationary basis. Stella, Grace and Axel had known each other almost all their lives, while Chloe had only barely moved beyond the status of an outsider. Not only would her protest carry little weight, it could strain her relationship with this group of friends… and she didn’t have another group to fall back on. She assured herself, though, that she would step up if things went too far.

She had another reason for keeping quiet… one she wasn’t very proud of. The only boys she had ever seen naked were little babies. And unlike many girls her age, she had never had a boyfriend. She was quite smart, and her attention had always been centered on her studies. But lately, she had begun to feel she was missing out on other aspects of a schoolgirl’s life.

None of her girlfriends from her previous school had ever ‘gone all the way’… at least not that they would admit. But some had talked about how they gave their boyfriends handjobs. Chloe hadn’t been envious at the time, but now she marveled that these girls got to see AND touch a boy between his legs. When he was hard. Not only had she had missed out on a lot of teenage fun, time was running out on her teenage years.

Now she was about to have her own experience with a naked boy. It wasn’t the way she would’ve chosen, but she wasn’t the one in charge. She had no more control over the situation than Cameron did. A shiver of anticipation traveled through her body. The boy was a bit younger than her, but he was still a boy.

— The implications of Stella’s suggestion about the t-shirt hadn’t been lost on Cameron, either. He got his crying under control and looked up at her. “I’m not all that hot anymore. I don’t think taking my shirt off will be necessary.” He knew his words would have no effect, but he had to try.

“Nonsense, honey. I insist.” Her tone changed on that last word. There was no more pretense that it was merely a suggestion. “If you’re too exhausted, my friend Axel can pull the car over and give you a hand.”

Cameron looked over at Grace. Surely she would intervene. She was his babysitter. But what he saw disturbed him. She looked almost as predatory as Stella. Only then did he realize the truth about all those times he had to stand naked in the tub, bathing himself under her watchful eye. And the times she had looked so exasperated at his supposed ineptitude that she stepped in to wash him herself… everywhere, including some very personal places. He remembered the last bath, when he… No. He didn’t like to think about that. His usual bath time embarrassment was nothing to what he felt that night.

Now he knew she had deeper, darker, dirtier motives. She wasn’t the fearsome, diligent perfectionist he had thought her to be. That had been a mask… one she wasn’t bothering to wear at that moment.

He remembered how wet, soapy and naked he had been so many times before her. He remembered the feel of her hands on his slick skin, rubbing his privates, his bottom, sliding over all of him, head to toe. It had been so humiliating at the time. But now that he knew she had enjoyed doing that to him, he felt violated. How could he not have seen her motives? It seemed so obvious now.

Grace was smiling. When she saw revelation dawn in the boy’s eyes, her smile grew wider. She liked him knowing.

She obviously wasn’t going to help him. She was looking forward to whatever degrading horror Stella had planned. That left Chloe. He didn’t know her. She was new in town. Was she another boy-eating shark like the other two girls? When he looked over at her, she gave him a sad kind of smile and shook her head. She would be no help, but Cameron wasn’t afraid of her as he was of everyone else in the car.

“Ok,” Axel announced. “I’m pulling the car over.”

“No, no,” Cameron yelped. “I’m doing it. I’m taking my shirt off.” As he started struggling with it, he asked without any real hope, “Just the shirt, right?”

Stella watched him pull the wet garment over his head. “We’ll see if that does the trick. Now hand it up here to me, honey.”

Cameron was now bare from the waist up. He felt very exposed. Everyone was looking at him. Even Axel kept glancing at him in the mirror. After he reluctantly handed over the shirt, he crossed his arms over his chest to cover as much skin as he could. Now that his shirt wasn’t there to absorb his sweat, it started rolling down his body freely.

Stella looked Cameron over appraisingly. “My, my. You ARE the sweaty one, child. Your brother used to sweat like that when he was on top of me, thrusting and grunting like a pig. Did you know that, sweetie? That he did it just about every single day?”

Cameron blushed. “No… no, I didn’t know. I don’t see much of Mike since… well, since the divorce.”

“He never told you anything? Anything about me or any of the girls he had before me? Your brother started young. Like me. He was humping his way through all the local girls way before the divorce. And Mike was a braggart. I find it hard to believe he didn’t tell his little brother about all his conquests. Honey… I think you’re lying to me. And after I showed such concern for your well-being.”

Stella was correct. Mike had boasted to Cameron every time he ‘nailed one of them bitches’. Before the divorce, he would climb onto Cameron’s bed at night in the bedroom they shared. He would put his face within inches of his younger brother’s and spell out every juicy detail. He did it because he knew it made Cameron uncomfortable. Then he’d grab Cameron’s penis to see if the recital made him hard. As Cameron hadn’t reached puberty, he remained unaroused. Even if he had attained that stage, his brother’s lewd, lurid descriptions would have only aroused disgust. Mike would say, “Faggot,” then squeeze hard enough to hurt.

Cameron decided against continuing the lie. Stella had either seen through it, or Mike had told her about his nighttime narrations to his little brother. “Well, yes… I guess he kind of told me about some of it. But I know after he met YOU, he didn’t do it with any other girls.”

“You’re damn right he didn’t. I would’ve cut it off of him if he had.” Cameron was firmly convinced she was capable of this. And would probably smile while she did it. He hoped she didn’t have that fate in mind for him.

Stella asked, “Now why would you lie to Stella like that? I can only think this weather has got your little brain overheated. It’s making you say crazy things.” Cameron knew what was coming next. “Taking off that t-shirt wasn’t enough. Honey… I think those jeans have got to go.”

Involuntarily, Cameron whimpered, “No. Please.”

“Of course, before the jeans can come off, those grubby little tennis shoes will have to go. And since you won’t be wearing any shoes, you won’t have any need for socks.” She stopped. Her mouth dropped open in mock surprise. “Why, that’ll leave you in nothing but your underpants.
In front of three girls. Oh, my. I hope that won’t be embarrassing for you. Are you going to be embarrassed?”

Cameron didn’t answer. He was afraid he’d start crying again if he opened his mouth.

But Stella wouldn’t let it go. Her voice turned hard. “I asked you if you’re going to be embarrassed to be seen in just your underpants by three girls.”

Cameron said quietly, “Yes. Yes, it’ll be embarrassing. So please don’t make me do it. I didn’t do anything to you. Mike did. It wasn’t my fault.”

Stella reverted back to syrupy sweet. “Oh honey. Making you undress has nothing to do with what Mike did to me. I just don’t want you to have a heat stroke. And you’re sweating more now than when you got in the car. I think those clothes need to go. NOW. Or would you rather have Axel undress you? He’s kind of clumsy. He might pull your skin off with everything else.” Axel barked out a laugh.

Cameron leaned over and untied his tennis shoes, then pulled them off. “Hand them up front, honey.” The socks followed. Stella held one up to her nose and sniffed tentatively. “Not TOO stinky,” she declared.

Cameron quickly went to work on his jeans. He was afraid if Stella had to repeat herself, she’d get angry enough to turn Axel loose on him. He had to lift his bottom up to slide them down his legs. He tried to ignore the flashes of white briefs as he wrestled the jeans off his feet. Stella took the jeans and dropped them on the front floorboard on top of the growing pile of his clothing. He was now wearing nothing but his underwear. No girl had ever seen him like that before. Now three of them had.

Grace spoke for the first time. “He’s still sweating, Stella.”

Cameron gave her a dirty look. Then he turned to Stella. “Please, don’t take it any further. Please. If you want me to beg, then I’ll do it. I’m begging.” His voice broke. “Begging is humiliating enough. Especially in my underwear. Please don’t make me take them off.”

Stella’s face turned purple in a sudden rush of rage. “I begged. When your goddamned brother dumped me, I begged him not to. And yes, it’s humiliating. But did it do me any good? NO! So why should it work for you?”

Cameron was becoming even more frightened by this girl. Her moods changed radically from one moment to the next.

As if to prove this, Stella suddenly became calm. “You know, he made me get naked that last time. We were parked right by the football field. Three o’clock on the last day of school. Anyone could’ve come along. I think he was hoping for that. He just pulled his pants and underpants down a bit. But he insisted I had to be naked. We usually parked somewhere out of the way. Like in the woods. But not that day. Then he told me I had to suck him first. And he did it in my mouth. He knows I hate that. Then he made me get on my hands and knees on the back seat so he could do it to me like a dog. I kept looking out the window. I was terrified someone would see us. There were kids hanging out on the football field. Up in the stands. Then he flipped me over onto my back and finished doing it that way. That’s when he whispered in my ear that we were through. Then he said, ‘My dick is inside you, and you’re not even my girlfriend anymore. I decided to break up with you over a week ago. So you weren’t even my girlfriend when I stuck it in. Or when I slid it down your throat before that. How does that feel?’ What it felt like was I had been violated.”

Cameron’s voice quavered. “Why are you telling me this?”

Stella became sweet again. “Why, honey. It’s so you’ll know why I’m doing all the terrible things I’m going to do to you.” She gave him a big smile. “Now take those undies off before Axel cuts them off with his switchblade. He might not be too careful about what he slices.”

— Grace was having misgivings. She had thought Stella was just going to have a little harmless fun. Make the boy strip. Make him jerk off. Then let him go with a warning to keep his mouth shut. But it was starting to look like Stella had other plans. Did she really have something more serious in mind, or was she just trying to scare the kid. Whichever it was, she was scaring Grace, too. The evil babysitter was actually becoming concerned for Cameron’s welfare. And not just for how this could affect her babysitting business. She didn’t hate Cameron. Or any of the boys she took care of. She just liked the feeling of power when she embarrassed them. And, of course, the feel their bodies beneath her fingers. She didn’t want to see any of them injured. Or worse, dead.

She looked over at Chloe. Chloe looked back. Her face showed concern, too. Stella was intent on Cameron for the moment, so Grace silently mouthed, “What do we do?” Chloe just grimaced and shrugged her shoulders.

— Cameron lifted his bottom up again to slide his underwear off. He had to push himself into the seat back to do it. He almost didn’t have the strength. He was weak and shaky. He kept thinking, over and over, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.” He was really stripping naked in a car full of girls. Grace had already seen him quite a number of times… not that repetition made it any less embarrassing … but Stella and Chloe hadn’t. And Stella was going to enjoy it way too much. Then there was Axel. Cameron again thought of the brute’s body compared to his own. He felt tiny and insignificant… a small, hairless little boy. They all were going to ridicule him mercilessly.

Once his briefs were off, he instinctively clutched them in his hands over his crotch. He sat there, stunned at how horribly wrong the day had gone in such a small amount of time. Not even thirty minutes ago he had been complaining to himself about having nothing to do on a Saturday. If only that small grievance could’ve been the extent of his misfortune.

He looked to one side to see if Grace was staring at him. She was, of course. To his other side, Chloe was looking, too. Oh, God. He didn’t want to look at Stella. He knew what he’d see in her eyes.

“Hand over the undies, pumpkin. Don’t make Stella tell you twice. From now on, I’m not going to say anything twice. The second time, I’ll just turn my friend Axel loose on you. Like letting a viscous dog off its chain.”

Axel growled, then made a woofing sound. He wasn’t even offended at being compared to a dog. He embraced it.

Cameron held his briefs out to Stella with a trembling hand, keeping the other over his privates. He didn’t want her touching something as intimate as his underwear, but he also didn’t want Axel off his chain.

“My, my,” Stella declared. “They’re just soaked completely through.” She looked askance at Cameron. “You didn’t wet yourself, did you? I know little boys like you can have accidents.”

“NO!” Cameron bellowed, outrage cutting through his misery.

“Calm down, honey. I’m just teasin’ you. I know its just cause you’re as sweaty as a boy can be. Here, lean forward for me. Let me wipe that little ol’ face of yours.”

Cameron didn’t know what this crazy girl had in mind, but he was ever mindful of Axel the Attack Dog. When he leaned forward, Stella held one hand under his chin while she rubbed his face all over with the wet underwear. When he tried to pull away, she clutched his bottom jaw painfully. “There, that’s better. A little. Once Axel finds us some out of the way spot to park, we can take care of the rest of you. Then you’ll feel oh so much better.”

Cameron fell back into the seat, then placed both hands over himself. Stella admonished, “Now, I know it must be exciting for a boy your age to be naked in front of so many young ladies, but you can’t just start playin’ with it like that. Keep your hands to your sides, you naughty boy.” Cameron reluctantly obeyed. As he sat there, fully exposed, he felt the beginnings of another bout of tears.

— Chloe was staring at Cameron’s very naked body, specifically at the area between his legs. She knew she shouldn’t be doing it. The poor kid was enduring a humiliating ordeal, and her eyes just added to the abuse. But she couldn’t help herself. His was the first penis she had ever seen, at least on a boy over the age of a year. Cameron was still younger than her, but only by about four years. Maybe five. She knew that short span of time meant more at their ages than any adults four years apart. But she was a teenager, and Cameron was too. Or at least nearly. So she told herself her fascination wasn’t at all inappropriate.

Besides, she fully intended to step in and help if things got really out of hand. As his protector, she needed to keep a very watchful eye on him. And that’s exactly what she was doing. The only time her eyes wavered from their principal target between his legs was to look the boy up and down, taking in his naked body as a whole. At least he now had his eyes clenched tightly shut so he couldn’t see her examining his every detail.

His blond flattop was wet and wilted. Little trickles of sweat ran from it to gather in his scrunched up eyebrows and down his cheeks. A drop was hanging precariously from the tip of his nose. Chloe resisted the urge to wipe it away. His mouth was compressed in a tight line. His chin trembled. Chloe knew he was fighting the overwhelming need to cry. She saw his hands were pressing down unto the seat upholstery, his fingers tightened into fists.

Chloe watched drops slide down his thin, pale chest to his stomach and beyond. When they reached the base of his boy thing, they slid down either side of it. Her eyes locked onto that part of his anatomy again. It was bigger than she had anticipated. She’d always heard a boy’s thing stayed really small till puberty hit him head on. Then he, and his appendage, grew like a weed. Cameron obviously hadn’t hit a growth spurt yet. He was the shortest person in the car by quite a margin. But his thingee wasn’t what she would consider little. Of course, it was only a fraction of the size of Axel’s grotesque salami, but that was fine with Chloe. Axel not only scared her, but seeing that huge bulge in his jeans scared her even more.

Chloe had heard boy things came in two styles: circumscised and uncircumscised. The uncircumscised things looked like a little tubes. The circumscised ones had the end of the tube removed, so its head could be seen. Chloe cringed when she thought about that process. Cameron was obviously circumscised. The head of his thing was clearly visible. She could see the sides of his ballsack, but his thing covered most of it up. Her gaze continued down his slender legs to his feet. His toes were all tightly scrunched up, doing their best to make fists like his fingers were doing.

Chloe heard a laugh and looked up. Stella had been watching her. She realized she must’ve been studying Cameron for a while. Her face burned.

“I take it you like what you see,” Stella taunted. “I always took you for the strictly academic type, the way your head is always buried in a book. Maybe you’d like to bury it between his legs, instead.” Grace and Axel both laughed at that remark. Chloe felt outnumbered.

— Grace had been as attentive as Chloe, but she didn’t mind any of the others knowing. She had, of course, seen Cameron naked before. She had watched him grow, in every way, for years. Now that it was obvious her intentions had never been pure, she was free to openly enjoy the boy’s nakedness… and his unmistakable humiliation. Only the nagging worry that Stella or Axel might cross the line into outright injury kept her from fully savoring the moment.

Cameron had always been one of her favorite charges, mainly because he was so much more modest than the other boys. She had lamented how he would soon reach the age when a supervised bath could be considered suspicious. He was almost at that point. She had begun letting him bathe alone. But, about a month prior, she had concocted a plan for one last bath. It was cold and raining heavily when she arrived at his house. As she pulled into the driveway, she rolled down the window and tossed one of her old hats into the ditch. A little later in the evening, she told to Cameron it had blown off her head when she got out of the car. It was raining so hard she didn’t stop to look for it. Then, after greeting his Mom, making small talk, and seeing her to the door, Grace had completely forgotten about it. Now it was probably gone for good, blown away in the storm. And it was her favorite. But there still might be a chance.

“Would you be a dear and see if you can find it for me? I know it’s still raining, but I’d hate to lose it for good. And it’s just about your bath time anyway, so it won’t matter if your clothes get soaked.”

Cameron had been a chivalrous little gentleman, going out into the squall to save a lady’s hat. She watched him from the window, as he wandered the yard, getting soaked completely through. He finally found the hat floating in the ditch. He looked so happy to have been of service. He waved the hat over his head as he ran across the yard and into the house.

The boy looked like a drowned rat, and was shivering with the cold. Grace hustled him into the bathroom, saying, “I didn’t realize that rain was freezing. You need to get into a warm bath right now before you catch pneumonia.” She told him to stand off to the side while she prepared the bath. He started to reluctantly undress, but she stopped him, saying it was too soon. He was too cold to stand there naked. Wait till the bath was ready. Once the tub was full of water and bubble bath, she had undressed him, ignoring his protests that he could do it himself. Then, she hastened him into the tub, her hands on him the whole time so he didn’t slip and hurt himself. She helped him settle into the warm, soapy water. She was very solicitous. And since she was there, she went ahead and bathed him, saying his mother would never forgive her if he were to become ill.

She paid special attention to his thing, soaping it over and over by hand, feeling it slide through her fingers. She told him this was necessary. Freezing rain could be just like frostbite, and make it fall right off. Cameron, to his horror and confusion, had hardened under her touch. Grace gloated internally. Cameron must have recently crossed that line from little boy to young man. And she was the first to see it. She had the impression he hadn’t yet realized it himself. She chastised him mildly, but assured him this happened to boys his age.

At that point, Grace told the boy to stand up in the tub to give her easier access during this critical stage. Cameron had whined and whimpered, much to her satisfaction. She would now be able to see it hard as well as feel it in her hand. She promised a spanking on his wet, bare bottom if he didn’t immediately comply. It had been a while since she spanked him. Too long.

He stood, with her holding him as before so he didn’t slip. One of her hands supported his bottom, her fingers so deep between his cheeks they touched his ballsack. He moaned involuntarily, then looked chagrined at making such a sound. As she resumed her efforts to insure his thing didn’t fall off, he began to squirm and do a little dance in the tub. He told her, “I think it’s ok now. I really do.”

She replied, “Just a little more. Better safe than sorry.” She could tell by the increasing urgency of the dance that the moment was near.

Cameron’s look of bewildered embarrassment turned to panic. He cried out, “Oh, no. Stop. I gotta pee. I gotta pee. I gotta pee.” Grace did the opposite of stopping. That added attention did the trick. Cameron shuddered and pumped his hips instinctively. A long, wavering moan escaped him. But no stuff squirted out. She had figured it wouldn’t. It was too early.

Cameron almost collapsed back into the water. Grace had to catch him and ease him down, providing the assistance she had only feigned before. He sat there as the water lapped around him, looking more confused than ever. Grace asked, “Are you ok? You looked like you almost had a fainting spell there.”

Cameron looked at her self-consciously. “I’m… I’m ok. And I didn’t have to… you know, pee. It just seemed like it.”

Grace knew this had been his first time. That he had mistaken the approaching orgasm as the need to pee proved it. She had provided a number of her boys with their first. And the way many of them wanted to go to bed early that night told her they would soon be working on their second. Some of them hadn’t even made it into the beginning stages of young manhood as Cameron had. She had introduced them to that particular pleasure before the future surge of hormones had a chance to. Cameron hadn’t been one of those. This was the first time in years of baths he had ever gotten hard… despite all her efforts. That she had achieved it on his final supervised bath was an exceptional victory.

She made the rest of the bath last as long as she dared since there would be no more. He was so distracted, staring blankly ahead, he didn’t even notice the excessive amount of time she spent on him. By the end, he was probably cleaner than he had ever been in his life. And embarrassed as he was later when she tucked him into bed, he showed no suspicions as to her true motivations.

Now, thanks to Stella, everything had changed. Grace wouldn’t have to pretend anymore. And that bath on the night of the storm wouldn’t be the last. She could now bathe him every time she came over to babysit, and not have to hide behind the mask while she did it. He wouldn’t dare complain to his mother or anyone else about it. She knew she only have to mention Stella and Axel’s names for the boy to remain silent. Yes, Cameron was going to endure some very, very long baths. They might even last for the duration of her stay each time. And she had other weapons in her arsenal to keep their evenings diverse, such as the enema bag she knew Cameron’s mother kept in the bathroom cabinet.

She would miss the deception a little. Part of the fun was the subterfuge. But she had the other boys she took care of. They would still see her as the strict authoritarian and nothing more.

This was assuming Cameron survived the day. Now that Stella had found a release for all the pent up rage that had been boiling inside, Grace feared she had no shutoff valve for the vengeance now that it had started pouring out of her. And Axel’s presence only added another element of potential danger to an already volatile situation.

— Cameron was trying to get the feeling of debilitating humiliation under control, but it was all-consuming. No other thoughts or emotions remained. There was nothing but a huge mass of mortification writhing beneath his skin.

His eyes had been shut for a long while now. No one had spoken. There was only the sound of the car engine and other road noises. Were they all just staring at him in silence? That made this so much more creepy. He cautiously opened one eye. The first thing he saw was Stella, still turned around in the front seat. Staring. She smiled and said, “We’re still here, hon. Did you think if you closed your eyes long enough we’d all go away?” Her eyes traveled down to his private parts. He resisted the urge to cover up again. He succeeded, but the effort cost him. The tears he had been holding back broke through. Stella’s smile grew bigger, showing teeth.

“Yes, little boy. We’re still here and you’re still naked. We can see everything you’ve got.” She paused. “Well, not QUITE everything. But don’t worry, baby. We’ll get there.”

Cameron wondered what she meant by that. He looked down at himself. His thing was right there. In full view. He could even see his balls on either side of it. What else was there? Then he remembered he had another side… the one with his bottom. Stella wasn’t satisfied making him expose his private parts to everyone. They were all going to see his bottom, too. That feeling of violation intensified. He had never felt more naked, even when Grace watched him bathe. Even when she bathed him herself.

His mind flashed back to that last bath… the one when he ‘came’. That’s what he’d heard other boys call it. That was the first time he’d ever experienced it. For a week or so before, he’d felt a little tingling every now and then in his thing. Usually accompanied by strange thoughts he never had before. A couple of times late at night, he had pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down to touch himself there. It got hard. It felt good. But he didn’t take it to its natural conclusion. He didn’t go where his hardened thing so desperately needed him to. This was new territory. And it frightened him, more than a little.

Mom and Dad had never told him anything about sex. He only knew what other boys had said about it, and he suspected most of them were as in the dark as he was. But he knew at some point, he would start turning into a man. Boys like him didn’t have hair on their bodies. Men did. Men had hair everywhere. There was a stage where all that hair started growing. And younger boys didn’t think about girls in that certain way. But older boys did. Men did. These new feelings must be the beginning of all that. And he didn’t want to venture into that new territory. That’s why he didn’t take the explorations of his thing and its tingles any further.

He had known that time was near. His friends were all a little older than him. They had already started. Their conversations had begun to skew heavily to the subject of girls. And Cameron had noticed when they swam at the creek their things were bigger. Brett, the oldest, had already started growing hair. He was proud of it, even if it was only peach fuzz.

Though Cameron had felt left behind as his friends crossed that line, he still wanted to stay where he was. He had seen what his brother Mike had become as he got older. Mike had always been a bully. But once he started having his own new feelings, his aggression had taken on new forms. He became interested in girls. But his interest was in using and discarding them like the wet, sticky tissues he left around his bed. And there had been times when the urge was upon him and there were no girls to unload himself into. That’s when he’d force Cameron into service.

So, Cameron had no desire to start having new desires. He didn’t want to turn into his brother. He kept telling himself he wasn’t a bully like Mike. So he wouldn’t turn into a sexual bully. Most boys didn’t. But he was still afraid. The knowledge of how Mike treated girls… and Cameron’s firsthand experiences as a substitute for girls… outweighed any assurances he tried to give himself.

So, those two times he tried to test his newfound feelings, he had wimped out and abandoned his explorations. He pulled his underwear and pajamas back up, and tried to force himself into sleep.

Not even a full week later, he found himself naked in the tub with Grace’s hand around his hardening thing. He had thought she hadn’t realized what happened when that moment hit him so hard he almost passed out. And he was extremely grateful for that. Now he was sure she’d known exactly what was going on. Not only that, she had engineered it. She knew what effect the continual stroking of his thing would have. She knew he’d get hard. And that he’d ‘come’.

One of the many troubling aspects of that incident was he had produced nothing when it happened. He knew boys were supposed to squirt stuff out of their thing. Stuff that wasn’t pee. Mike certainly had. Even if all the tissues weren’t evidence enough, Mike sometimes made Cameron watch while he masterbated. The boy saw for himself when his brother ejected fluid from his thing. Then there were the times Mike made him do more than watch. Cameron had intimate knowledge of what happened when another boy came.

But that hadn’t happened when HE did it. Was there something wrong with him? That was scary. As much as he didn’t want to start squirting that nasty stuff, he didn’t want to have some kind of physical impairment that prevented him from doing so. Maybe that freezing rain had messed something up. How could he tell his Mom he needed to go to the doctor because stuff didn’t squirt out of his thing when he came? Wouldn’t THAT be awkward?

Cameron had learned something else lately… it wasn’t safe to think about the subject of sex, or girls, or his thing, or his thing getting hard. Whenever he did, there was an unwanted response… his thing would get hard. Whenever it decided to do it, the result was unstoppable. The boy belatedly realized his thoughts had entered that forbidden zone there in the back seat of the car. He felt the itchy tickle between his legs, the prelude to hardness. Oh, God. When this had happened before around other people, he had managed to conceal it or make an excuse to leave the area. But now he was naked and trapped in a car with four other people. His thing was in full view of everyone. There was no way he could hide what was about to happen. He started to cover himself with his hands.

“Ah,” Stella warned. “If you do it, I’ll have Axel stop the car and spank your bare butt till it bleeds.”

That sounded awful. But Cameron welcomed the threat, hoping the fear it provoked would douse his thing’s desire. But he was a newly pubescent boy with a few gallons of unaccustomed hormones percolating inside his body. No mere threat of physical violence could dissuade an erection.

Cameron returned his hands to where they had been beside him, clenched into fists again. He moaned miserably as his thing stiffened and stood tall. Chloe said, “Oh… my.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand raise to cover her moth.

Stella screamed in delight. “I was wondering if you had it in you. I was starting to think you were still just a little baby boy. But you obviously like showing off to the girls.”

“I do NOT!’ Cameron yelled. “It just happens. I can’t help it. It all started…” He stopped, realizing he was about to say too much. These girls had already seen his body. They didn’t need to see inside of him, too. But Stella wasn’t going to let it go. Her voice turned all sweetness again.

“WHAT started, honey? And WHEN did it start? Tell Stella. She’s oh so curious.”

The car wavered a bit in its path as Axel turned his head to look back at the boy. After sizing him up, he turned back to the road, laughing. “What a dinky dingus.”

Cameron was hoping Stella wouldn’t resume her current line of questioning after the brief interruption. But she was entirely too focused. “Am I going to have to ask a second time, baby? You know what happens then.”

“I… I started having funny feelings. A little over a month ago.”

“Feelings where?” Stella prompted. She had been turned halfway around to look at him the whole trip. Now she turned completely around so her knees were on the front seat and her arms were resting on the seat back. She leaned in even further. “In your little ol’ pee pee there?” As she asked this, she reached out one hand to run her forefinger up the underside of his thing. Cameron gasped. So did Chloe. His thing made a little convulsive move, then settled back harder than ever.

The boy was too shocked to speak. Stella warned, “Second time in three… two…”

“No, wait. Yes. That’s where the feelings were. In my… my thing. It’d get all itchy. And… hard…. like now.”

“What do you think about when you get all itchy?” Stella’s eyes were intense. “You think about girls?” She paused and waggled her eyebrows. “Boys?” Axel laughed.

“Yes.” Cameron said quietly. “I mean yes about the girls,” he added hastily. He did think about girls. But one girl in particular usually came to mind. He had known her slightly most of his life. But now when he thought of her, he saw her face through a gauzy filter. When he tried to look closer, he felt a sense of vertigo, like he was going to fall through his memories and never stop. He couldn’t make sense of any of it.

Stella had detected something intentionally unsaid. “You ONLY think about girls? Not boys? Never? Farm animals, perhaps?”

“Oh, God no.” Cameron was disgusted.

“No to farm animals? Or no to boys? And be very careful how you answer. Not only is Stella very good at detecting lies, she doesn’t like being lied to… especially by boys. She gets really, REALLY angry.” Looking at her face, Cameron could well imagine her using Axel’s switchblade on him… cutting pieces off… maybe even eating them. There was a lunatic fire in her eyes.

“Boys,” he admitted miserably. “I mean, yes to boys. No to… farm animals. That’s gross. I think about my friends. At the creek. They swim naked. I don’t, but they do. I never thought about their… things… before. Except wondering how they could be so nonchalant about running around naked with them flopping around like that. But now, when I think about them at the creek, it’s their things I see. But only because my own is on my mind constantly now. Because of the feelings. And it getting… hard all the time. God, this is embarrassing. Anyway, I see theirs. And I wonder… how big they get. If they get bigger than mine.”

Axel laughed again. “That wouldn’t be HARD to do. Get it? Hard?” Stella smiled at him indulgently, like someone would to a small child. She said to Cameron, “Continue.”

“That was all. About boys, I mean.”

“I don’t think so. Don’t make me ask a second time. You know what’ll happen.”

Cameron swallowed. “I wonder if my friends do it. You know… play with themselves. They’re all a little bit older than me. Brett is the oldest. He’s the biggest. I mean bigger overall, but also his thing. It’s quite a bit bigger than the others. He hasn’t said he does it, but I’m almost sure he does.”

Cameron had thought being forced to strip naked was the most humiliating thing that could happen. But revealing his private feelings and thoughts was proving worse. This was so personal. Being naked and hard while saying it didn’t help. He could feel his face burning. He stared down at his knees. He didn’t want to see the others’ faces after baring himself so thoroughly.

“My, my,” Stella mused. “I’m thinking there’s some mutual tension release between you and your naked friends in the near future. I know what boys sometimes do with each other.” So did Cameron. He knew what Mike made him do. But that was different than boys mutually agreeing to a little experimentation. A year or so ago, Cameron’s cousin had approached him with some thinly veiled suggestions, afraid to come right out and say what he really wanted. Cameron had pretended ignorance, and his cousin didn’t pursue it. Cameron hadn’t been offended. His cousin had asked. He hadn’t forced him into unwanted contact like Mike did. But that moment with his cousin was too soon… Cameron hadn’t yet crossed the puberty line. He was so shy in nature, he doubted he would’ve done something so intimate with another boy voluntarily, anyway. He wondered if he would ever be able to do it with a girl. That would involve being naked. And any time he had been naked in front of someone besides his mother… Grace and the bath, or Mike and what HE did… it had been excruciating.

“So, tell me…” She didn’t get any further. Axel interrupted with, “What have we here?” Everyone, including Cameron, looked up to see what he was referring to.

A girl was walking her bicycle along the side of the road. The bike had an obviously flat tire. The girl’s back was to the car, but she looked to be around Cameron’s age. She had short brown hair with a pink hairband, a sleeveless light blue blouse, and dark blue shorts. Cameron recognized her apparel, but couldn’t immediately… “Oh, God.”

Stella turned back to the boy. He had unknowingly said those two words out loud. She took in his look of open-mouthed shock, and smiled. “Axel, it appears there’s a young lady in distress. Please pull over so we can offer her some assistance.”

“Um…” Grace had been silent for quite a while, content to watch the show. But now she spoke up. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. We don’t want to involve another girl in this. She’s going to run home crying to mommy about the naked boy with the hard peter.”

Chloe spoke up, too. “I agree. Right now it’s just the kid. And he’s not going to want anyone to know about all this.” She looked at Cameron. “That’s right, isn’t it?”

Cameron, still with that look of shock on his face, nodded emphatically.

Chloe continued, “But if we drag a girl in, there’s no telling what’ll happen.”

Grace stepped in again, “If anyone hears about what we’re doing, my babysitting business is gone.”

Stella said irritably, “I get so tired of hearing about your goddamned babysitting business. You’d think you’re some kind of… entertainer. No, that’s not the word.”

Axel provided, “Entrepreneur.”

Stella shot an evil look at him. “I don’t appreciate being corrected by the village idiot. Now pull over before we pass her.”

— Audrey found herself in the back seat of a bright red Chevrolet Bel Air. She had known the make and model by sight the moment it pulled up beside her. She liked cars… something she had learned not to mention. Only boys were supposed to have that particular interest. Her bicycle, the culprit that had gotten her into this situation, was in the trunk.

In the front seat, the local thug Axel was behind the wheel. She had heard all kinds of stories about him. He liked to beat people up, including girls. He was on probation for some kind of violent crime. Audrey’s mother had once said she almost wished he’d hurt someone else so he’d finally go to prison. Axel was steering the Chevy along the backroads through the woods, seemingly with no destination in mind. To his right was Stella. Audrey knew Stella had been dating an older boy till last year when he left for college. There were lots of stories about her, too. Right now, Stella was turned completely around in the passenger seat, arms crossed over the seat back, her chin resting on her arms. She was smiling at Audrey in a way that was probably supposed to be reassuring. It was anything but. Audrey shivered and looked away from that smile. In the back seat on either side of her were two other girls… Grace to her left and Chloe to her right. They were both seniors in high school like Stella. Audrey didn’t know much about them except that Chloe was new in town.

There was one other passenger. Sitting right beside Audrey, packed between her and Chloe so close his bare arm and leg was mashed up against hers, was a boy from her class in school. Cameron. She only knew him well enough to exchange a few pleasantries and nothing more. Lately, she had caught him more than once staring at her in a strange way. He’d always blush when he realized he’d been caught. She didn’t mind. She had always thought he was really cute. Maybe he was now seeing her in that way, too. If so, she kept hoping he’d get over his bashful nature and say something to her.

She had always wanted to get to know Cameron better. Now she did, but in a very strange, disturbing way. She knew what he looked like without any clothes. Cameron was completely naked. She couldn’t help but glance his way every now and then. She had never seen a naked boy before. And her first one was sitting right beside her, so close they were touching. She even knew what he looked like with his peter hard. She had heard that peters did that. When she had been forced into the car, Cameron’s had been sticking straight up, with his ballsack visible under it. He was crying and saying, “Oh, no. Oh, no,” over and over. He tried to cover himself up, but Stella cleared her throat significantly, and he stopped. He sat there with everything in full view of everybody. His peter had gotten soft as she watched. Minutes later, as he gritted his teeth, it had gotten hard again, clearly against his will. That was fascinating. What a strange, completely alien appendage. When she had first heard about peters and balls, she tried to imagine, unsuccessfully, having those things hanging between her legs. Now she knew peters would pop up and down, completely out of control. She was glad she was a girl.

Audrey had no idea what was going on, but she knew Cameron wasn’t a willing participant. He wasn’t one of those ‘exhibitionists’ her mother had warned her about. Why were they doing this to the poor boy. Axel and Stella were obviously in a state of malicious glee. Grace looked uncomfortable, but Audrey had a sense the older girl wasn’t a captive like Cameron. Chloe looked even more ill at ease. This was all very strange.

Audrey was scared. She kept wondering where this would end. Would she and Cameron end up dead in a ditch somewhere. Poor Cameron wasn’t just scared. He had the added humiliation of being so naked in a car full of girls. He was sweating like crazy. Everyone else was slightly sweaty, as the day was already hot, early as it was. But their sweat only added a sheen to their skin. Cameron was drenched. Sweat was rolling down his body. She had heard strong emotions could do that. His arm was slick where it pressed up against her own. It was the same with his leg. His skin kept sliding on hers with the movement of the car. It was giving her a very strange feeling. It was having an effect on Cameron, too. Sometimes when they were jostled together, and their skin to skin contact increased, his peter would twitch one or two times. He was aware of it happening, and would make an almost imperceptible moaning sound… one of pure shame.

Audrey wondered if she could somehow escape. Go and get help. The Bel Air was a coupe, so it didn’t have back doors for her to try to leap out of. The windows were all down, but she didn’t think she could manage to wriggle through one before being seized. Then her situation would be worse. They might even make her take her clothes off like Cameron. And there were other things that could happen after that… things her mother had warned her about in vague terms. Things involving boys like Axel.

But would these other girls allow that to happen? Surely not. On the other hand, look what they were doing to Cameron, a very shy, pleasant boy who didn’t deserve to be degraded like this. Could their intentions for him be even worse than what they were doing at the moment? She had never thought about it before, but boys might also be at risk of those ill-defined horrors her mother hinted at.

Despite her increasing alarm, Audrey decided an escape attempt would be disastrous. Even if she managed to throw herself from the car, the impact with the gravel road would seriously injure or even kill her. Axel liked to drive fast.

Stella spoke up. “Young Cameron here was regaling us with his innermost thoughts before we rescued you from your predicament.” Some rescue, Audrey thought.

“He was telling us about his interests in girls… and boys… and farm animals.”

“I was NOT,” Cameron yelled. He looked over at Audrey. “I really wasn’t. Not about farm animals.”

“I was just teasing about that part. But he did mention girls and boys. Tell us all about it again. We need to get Audrey up to speed.” She gave Cameron a stern look. “And remember the second time rule.”

Audrey didn’t know what the ‘second time rule’ was, but Cameron certainly did. What he said next was so personal, he never would’ve done it without some kind of threat hanging over his head. He had stopped crying not long after she entered the car. She was amazed he didn’t start again after such an intimate account. Maybe he was all cried out.

A stray thought popped into Audrey’s head. She wished she knew where the boys’ swimming area was and when they were there. She could hide. And watch. Now that she had seen Cameron unclothed, she wondered what his friends looked like. She wondered what all the boys from school looked like. She had never thought about it much, but every one of them had a peter and balls beneath their jeans. She was surrounded by boys’ genitalia. She hoped she could get that thought out of her head by Monday, or she was going to be too distracted to pay attention in class.

That scenario depended on her actually being able to make it to school on Monday. Current events made that seem doubtful. Again, she wondered in despair… what was going to happen to her? What was going to happen to Cameron?

Stella said, “Now that the rehash is out of the way, we have some unanswered questions. Our boy had mentioned wondering if his friends played with themselves. That’s a good question. An even better one is…” She paused for dramatic effect. “Does Cameron play with HIS little winkie… the one that can’t seem to decide if it wants to stick up or droop down.”

Cameron swallowed again. “I… No, I don’t. Not really.”

“Not really?” Stella asked. “That’s an odd answer for a yes or no question. Would you care to elaborate, honey?”

Cameron glanced quickly at Audrey, then looked away. “I tried a couple of times. It got… hard. And I touched it. I guess I was kind of playing with it. It felt good. But I stopped.”

“Now, why would a horny little boy like you stop playing with his peter. I find that hard to believe. Boys aren’t known for their self-control.”

“It’s true, you have to believe me,” Cameron pleaded. “I wasn’t ready for it. I just wished it’d all go away and leave me like I was.”

“Hmmm. I think you’re actually telling the truth. How odd.”

Audrey didn’t want to hear these private things. No one should be forced to reveal such private details about themselves. Or have their entire body bared against their will like Cameron’s was. Audrey tried to imagine what that would be like… to be naked, with Axel’s eyes all over her body… to divulge her most secret thoughts. She recoiled. It would be unbearable. Would Cameron ever forgive her for seeing and hearing so much?

“How about something more… accidental? Have you ever had a sexy dream and made a mess of your sheets?” Audrey was confused. Was Stella asking if he wet the bed? What a weird question.

Grace held her hand up. “Um… I can answer that one.” She started telling the story of the last time she gave Cameron a bath. Audrey was horrified. Cameron was as old as she was. And his babysitter still bathed him? The boy gave her an anguished look. He seemed more embarrassed she knew this than any of the other revelations.

Grace eventually arrived at the part where Cameron had an orgasm. “It was dry. His balls aren’t cooking up any spooge yet.”

Stella looked reproachful. “Girl, you’ve been holding out on me. You told me about all his other baths, but left out the best one of all.”

Grace replied, “I know. But that one was so satisfying, I wanted to keep it to myself for a while. I would’ve told you.”

Cameron spoke up hesitantly. “When you said it was… dry. Is that like… normal?”

Stella laughed uproariously. When she was able to stop, she said, “You ignorant little twit.”

Axel provided the answer. “Your balls don’t start making cum right away, kid. So when you do it, it feels good even though nothing comes out. You don’t even have to be in puberty. I found out what makes mine happy when I was five or six.”

Audrey was learning a LOT about boys. Apparently, Cameron was learning a few things too.

“See there, baby?” Stella said to the boy. “We did you a favor picking you up today. I think you owe us for this educational opportunity. I’ll settle for a ‘Thank you’.” She waited.

Cameron mumbled something.

“Hmm. That didn’t seem all that heartfelt, but I’ll take what I can get. It was more than I ever got from your brother when I spread my legs for him.”

Audrey gasped, causing the others in the car to laugh… except for Cameron and Chloe. Audrey couldn’t believe Stella had said such a thing out loud. It was only then Audrey remembered it was Cameron’s brother Stella had dated. For a long time. Close to two years. She recalled they had broken up when Mike left for college. Something about it had been really bad, but she never knew the details. That was all high school stuff. Stella was obviously with Axel now. They suited each other.

Stella addressed Audrey, “Don’t sound so shocked, little girl. One day you’ll be spreading YOUR legs. Maybe for that boy sitting beside you. I have the feeling he’d like that. Anyway, so little Cameron had his first jolly in the tub with Grace. But none after that? That was about a month ago. That’s a long time for a horny boy to resist the call of the cum.”

“I…” Cameron paused for so long Stella said, “Looks like we have a second time rule violation.”

Cameron stammered, “No… no… I… I was afraid to do it again. It felt so good that time in the tub. But, like Grace said, nothing squirted out. I thought something was wrong with me. If I did it again and still nothing came out, I’d know for sure something was wrong. I didn’t want to know.”

Axel laughed. “Dumbass kid.”

Stella said, “Now that you’ve been given you a clean bill of health, you’re free to whack it all you want. In fact, I think you should do it right now in celebration.”

“What?” Cameron looked around at everyone in the car. “No, no. Please no.”

Stella’s face and voice turned hard. “It wasn’t a suggestion. Your brother fucked me. He did it for two years. He did it on that last day right before he told me I wasn’t any use to him anymore. I was nothing but a hole for him to stick it in. And since he was moving across the country, he was just going to find a new hole. He pushed me out of his car naked… like you are now… and drove off. He tossed my clothes out the window one by one. I had to run, picking them up, while kids on the field and in the stands pointed their fingers and laughed.”

Her voice had been increasing in volume. She was almost shrieking by the end. Tears were running down her face. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She took a deep breath, then let it out. She looked more calm.

“So… since your brother fucked ME, I’m going to fuck YOU. And I’m certainly not going to do it the conventional way. I have size requirements if nothing else. I’m going to compromise. I do it to you by making you do it to yourself. And since some of the kids saw Mike doing it to ME, YOU have to do it before an audience, too. Sound fair?”

Cameron told her, “No. I didn’t do anything. There’s nothing fair about it.”

“I can live with that. Now do it. I’ve been very forgiving with the second time rule. But not anymore. In three seconds Axel drags you out of the car and does it doggie style to YOU like your brother did to me. See how YOU like it.”

Axel objected. “Don’t be volunteering my cock for poop duty.” Cameron didn’t seem to hear him. He had his thing in hand. It had softened a few minutes back, and he was trying to coax it back to life. He stroked it, pulled at it. It remained limp. “I can’t,” he said in a panic. “It won’t get hard. I’m too scared. I’m trying. I’m really trying. Please.”

Audrey expected Stella to go into another rage, but she remained calm. “It’s ok. Your brother didn’t have performance issues. But as you’ve said, you’re not your brother. We’ll try Plan B.” She turned to Audrey. “YOU do it.”

Audrey was shocked. “What? You don’t mean…?”

“Yes, I mean. Take it in your hand and do what Cameron was doing. Only a little less frantic. Do it lovingly.” She made the last word sound ludicrous. “Take his weenie in your hand, or Axel cuts it off and puts it in your hand anyway.”

Audrey really didn’t want to do this. It was icky if nothing else. She had to admit to some excitement at seeing it… but touching it? He pees out of that thing. She also didn’t want to take an active part in Cameron’s debasement. She wouldn’t want to do that to anyone, much less a boy she liked. But if she didn’t… would Axel really cut it off? She couldn’t take the chance.

The car made a sharp turn. Stella said, “What are you doing?”

Axel told her, “I’m pulling off into this track. I know it. It’s goes into a little clearing. I don’t want to see some kid beating off. But if a girl’s going to do it to him… THAT I want to see.”

Stella told him, “You have hidden depths, dear.”

The car jostled and jounced along a side road that was really only two ruts in the dirt. Axel finally pulled through a break in the foliage to a clearing in the trees. They were shielded from the rest of the world. When they came to a stop, Axel shut down the engine and turned around in his seat. “Let the show begin.”

Audrey didn’t know exactly what the second time rule was, but she had the general idea. If Stella had to repeat herself, something bad would happen. Something worse than what was already happening. Telling Cameron, “I’m sorry,” she wrapped her fingers around his peter. She had to slide them between it and his balls. He uttered a little whimpering kind of sound and leaned his head back into the seat.

It was warm and wet with sweat. She pulled it up and back down as she had seen Cameron do. She kept repeating the motion. Cameron closed his eyes.

She felt it begin to transform in her hand, growing thicker, longer. It even felt warmer, but she might have been imagining that. She found she was enjoying this. She had made this thing turn from a little mushy tube into a hard, vertical column. Cameron seemed to be enjoying it, too. His breathing had quickened into a series of little gasps. His legs were moving, his feet sliding against the floorboards. The leg that was pressed against hers started to rub rhythmically, sending sensations through her. Cameron reached his hands out. He held one out before him, fingers splayed, shaking. He ran the fingers of the other hand through his spiky hair, digging them into his scalp. He was now making moaning sounds with each exhalation. Audrey could tell the boy had completely lost control. He probably wasn’t aware of anything he was doing.

His eyes opened. Both hands now grabbed his head on either side. His back arched and hips jutted forward. “That’s it. That’s it,” he cried. Audrey instinctively started jerking on him quicker and harder. A small geyser of stuff erupted from the end of his thing. It spattered against the back of the seat before them. She was so startled, she released him. He almost screamed. “No, no, no. There’s more. There’s more.” He grabbed himself and began pumping. Two more long streams of his stuff spurted out. He continued to pump, producing a few more smaller bursts. Then it trickled to a stop, though he kept massaging himself and moaning. Apparently the pleasure didn’t stop when the flow of fluids did.

When he finally let go of his peter, it was starting to get soft again. But it stayed a little thicker and longer than its previous deflated state. Cameron looked around the interior of the car at all the other faces staring back at him. “Oh, my God. What did I do?”

Stella started clapping slowly. “I think the answer to that is kind of obvious. You just jerked off in front of a bunch of girls. It took one of them to get you started, but you seemed to know how to finish.”

Cameron’s looked like he was about to start crying again. But then his eyes widened. “Wait. I did it. I squirted.”

Axel said, “Yep. Looks like your balls finally started doing their job. And you’re going to be cleaning up old Halsey’s car. I think I’ll make you do it with your tongue.”

Stella turned to her boyfriend with a look of admiration. “I like the way you think, darlin’.”

Cameron turned to Audrey and whispered, “I didn’t mean to enjoy it. I really didn’t. I couldn’t help it.”

Audrey whispered back, “Don’t worry about it. My aunt told me boys are like dogs. They can’t control themselves.”

Stella said to no one in particular, “Oh, look at the little lovebirds cooing at each other.”

Grace leaned over to ask Audrey, “What did it feel like in your hand? Felt like you had power didn’t it? Like you had control over him when he had none over himself.”

Audrey said, “I don’t know what you mean.

Grace laughed. “Liar.”

Cameron looked down at himself. He had stuff all over his legs. It was on the car seat between them, running down to disappear beneath his ballsack. His thing was still dribbling some of it. He looked up at Stella sullenly. “Ok, you did it. You humiliated me. You got me to humiliate myself. It’s over. Let me clean up and put my clothes on.”

“Oh, honey buns. It’s far from over. I was way too humiliated for one little jerk off session to make up for it. There were all those kids who saw Mike riding me in the back seat. Even more who saw me running naked after his car, grabbing up my clothes. They saw me trying to get dressed, but too upset to get it right. Former friends avoided me all summer. Only a few stood by me.” She acknowledged Grace and Chloe with a glance. “One moment I was at the top of the social heap. The next I was nothing but a loser. Or a leopard.”

Axel said, “I think you mean ‘leper’.”

“Shut UP! I was supposed to be head cheerleader this year. The other girls sabotaged it. That was their big mistake. After that, I decided to stop being the loser everyone saw me as. I started getting revenge. Axel here was instrumental in that. I won’t say what we did or who we did it to, but they regret turning their backs on Stella. We even got the ones who saw me on that last day of school and did nothing to help.”

Stella stopped, out of breath. After a minute or so of silence in the car, she told Cameron, “Lean up here so I can tell you a little secret.”

Cameron was leery of some kind of trap, but scooted forward in the seat. He grimaced as he slid across more of his stuff. Ewww. He leaned in towards Stella.

“A little closer, honey.” He scooted more till his bottom was right on the edge of the seat. Stella raised up on her knees and encircled Cameron’s waist with an arm. Then she pulled him forward till he was bent over the top of the front seat. Axel locked an arm around him, too. Cameron started yelling and kicking. Audrey pushed herself back into the seat so she wouldn’t get kicked in the face. Chloe and Grace each grabbed a leg and held on tight. Axel yelled, “Calm down, you little shit.” He smacked Cameron over the head. The boy subsided.

Stella put her mouth right next to his ear and spoke in a mock whisper. “The secret is… when you’re bent over the seat like this, all the girls behind you can see your butthole.”

Cameron made a wordless yell and started struggling again. But with Axel and Stella securing him from the front seat, and Chloe and Grace holding his legs from the back, he was pinned in place. Audrey had to admit Stella’s secret was true. The two other girls had Cameron’s legs spread wide. It was for self-preservation rather than malice, but the effect was the same. Audrey could see everything… from his butthole to his ballsack to his peter. The last two items kept swinging back and forth as the boy squirmed in everyone’s grip.

Chloe spoke up for the first time in ages. “You could’ve given us a little warning. I almost got my teeth kicked in.”

Stella told her, “Sorry about that. But I couldn’t warn YOU without warning him too.”

Grace said, “In all the times I’ve bathed him, I never got this view. It’s very revealing.” Cameron squirmed some more.

Poor Cameron had no secrets left. She had heard his most intimate thoughts. She had felt his peter stiffen in her hand. She had seen his stuff spurting out. Now she had seen every inch of his body, including the part no one should ever see. As she sat there staring at his little pink hole, she felt like she had been given an all-access ticket to everything that was Cameron, whether she wanted it or not.

Stella announced, “I haven’t gotten to see what everyone else has.” She leaned way over to look between the boy’s bottom cheeks. “Oh, my. In two years I never saw that part of your brother. I feel like I know you so much more than him.”

“Bitch!” Cameron screamed.

“Oh, no no no, little pumpkin. That was VERY ill-advised. I’m afraid I’m going to have to turn my dog Axel loose on you. He’s told me what he used to do to the smaller boys at school in gym. The little boys like you. He’d make one stay late after the last gym class by hiding his clothes somewhere in the locker room. All the other boys knew what was about to happen. They’d get out of there in a hurry. When they were alone, Axel would give that poor, naked, terrified little boy a choice. He could either have a mouthful of Axel, or a mouthful of his own busted teeth. Guess which option they chose? Go on, make a guess.”

Cameron, still bent over the seat, said in a small voice, “Axel. They chose Axel.”

“Why, YES,” Stella exclaimed. “That’s exactly what they chose. You’re a smart one. Now, let’s see if you get two for two. What do you think is going to happen next?”

— Chloe was sitting with the other girls in the grass. The car was behind her. She positioned herself this way so she couldn’t see it… or what was going on inside it. She had hoped she’d have the courage to step up if the Stella and Axel crossed the line. She hadn’t. To be honest, they had crossed the line the moment they dragged Cameron into the car. She thought Grace might intervene. But Grace had been a coward, too. What could either of them have done anyway? Audrey was sitting crosslegged beside her, staring down while she picked at the grass. Chloe thought the younger girl would be hysterical by now, but she was made of sterner stuff.

Even though Chloe couldn’t see the car, its windows were down so she could hear a lot of what was going on inside. She heard Axel’s instructions. She heard Cameron’s muffled, inarticulate noises. She heard him gagging.

Stella was sitting away from the others, all alone… apparently having a conversation with herself. “I was the Queen. The goddamned Queen. And he took my crown and used it like a toilet. Then everyone treats me like I’M the turd. Like I’m nothing but a bad smell. No one says what a scumbag HE is. Boys will be boys. I should’ve known what he’d do because of all the girls he did it to before me. But they were one-offs. I had him for TWO YEARS.”

Chloe wondered if the breakup had driven her half-crazy. And the process of exacting her revenge had finished the job.

Chloe heard a car door open. She, and everyone else, turned to look. Axel was just then climbing out of the car. His huge thing was still hanging out of his jeans, swinging ponderously. He waited till he was sure everyone had seen it before he began the laborious task of getting it back inside. Then he reached into the car and pulled Cameron out into the open. Still holding the boy by the arm, Axel led him over to the small group.

“Cameron here is going to be too full to eat his dinner tonight. He’s already taken all I had to offer, and licked up his own on top of it.” Cameron didn’t react. Audrey started to stand up, but Chloe put her hand on the girl’s arm, giving her a warning look.

Chloe stood instead and guided the passive Cameron over to sit beside Audrey. Then she asked, “What happens now?”

“NOW?” Stella asked as she stood up. “Now, it’s MY turn.” Walking towards Axel, she told him, “You’re going to hold the little scumbag down, and I’m going to do what I can’t do to his brother. I’m going to use that knife of yours to slice it off. Then I’m going to dangle it in front of his face.”

Axel looked uneasy. “Um… babe. I don’t think that’s such a good idea. We can’t leave any marks. We had our fun. Now, we let them go with a warning about what happens if they talk. That’s what we did with all the others. Well… except... Anyway, it’ll work with this kid. And with the girl… the one we shouldn’t have dragged into this in the first place. That was dumb. Chloe and Grace aren’t going to say anything. Right?” He looked at them for confirmation. The both shook their heads.

Stella looked at Axel with disgust. “We didn’t get away with SHIT, you moron. Oh… I guess I forgot to tell you. The police were at my house this morning. I was in my bedroom, all dressed up about to leave. I heard them talking to my mother. Seems when we went a teensy bit too far with that last couple of scumbags, we left some evidence behind. And one managed to talk before…” She stopped. A wide range of emotions flashed across her face. “I just managed to make it out my bedroom window. That’s why I put such a rush on you to get the car and leave.”

Axel was stunned. “What? Holy crap. When were you planning on telling me this?”

Stella looked almost apologetic. “I just wanted to have one more ride with my friends before… whatever happens next.”

“Holy crap. What we did. That’s no slap on the wrist. We’re going down for this. I’m already on probation anyway. It’s going to be worse for ME.”

Stella went up to Axel and put her hands on either side of his face. “So you get it. I can do what I want to the kid, and it won’t make any difference. He’ll be just one more.”

Axel explained, “It doesn’t work like that. It’s not ‘the more, the merrier’. It’s the more you do, the more time you do. We might never make it out.”

Chloe was starting to become truly terrified. This was all so much worse than she had realized. She’d thought Stella was just being hyperbolic in what she was going to do to Cameron. Now she saw true intent in the other girl’s eyes. And what would Stella and Axel do to all the witnesses? She had to put her brain to work. And quickly. There had to be a way out of this.

“Stella,” she said. “You and Axel need to get in that car right now. Just leave us here and get as far away as you can. Just drive. You said the car’s owner was out of town for the weekend. So he won’t even know it’s gone till Monday. That gives you the rest of today and all of tomorrow. You can be hundreds of miles away before they put out a bulletin on the car. No one here is going to talk. I’ll make sure of it. I doubt Cameron would want everyone to know what happened to him anyway. And what Axel made him do. And Audrey… you like Cameron, right?”

Audrey nodded.

“There. She’s not going to want Cameron humiliated in front of the whole town. This would follow him around for the rest of his life.”

Axel agreed. “That’s right. That’s good. Babe, we need to go now. Right now.”

Stella was adamant. “I’ve gotten even with everyone… all the ones who watched… all the ones who did nothing… all my so-called friends who turned their backs on me… but I haven’t gotten even with the one who started it all. The one who did it to me. MIKE. And THIS is how I do it.”

Cameron spoke up then, startling everyone. “Mike isn’t going to care what you do to me. Mike only cares about Mike. You won’t be getting any kind of revenge on him by using his brother. You can’t get to someone by hurting the people they love when they don’t love anyone.” Cameron stood up. He seemed completely unaffected by his nudity now. “Mike is total garbage. What he did to you was horrific. He deserves to pay. He deserves whatever you might do to him… and however long you take doing it.”

“But I CAN’T do it to him, sweetness,” Stella explained.

Cameron countered with, “Why not? You and Axel need to get out of town, anyway. You have to go somewhere. Why not a little college town a few states away? It won’t even take you that long to get there if you take turns driving. Then MIKE pays for what Mike did.”

There was a long, tense silence while Stella and Axel huddled together and held a whispered conference away from the others. A decision was finally made, and they turned to face the group.

— It was a long walk back to civilization. Axel’s meandering drive had taken them miles out into the backwoods. Cameron was clothed again. He and the others took turns walking Audrey’s crippled bicycle. The girls debated on breaking their promise by calling the police the first chance they got. Then Cameron told them what life with Mike had been like. He gave them all the dirty details. Told of all the time he spent on his knees or bent over the bed. How it continued even after the divorce, when he had to spend one weekend a month at his Dad’s house, sharing a bedroom with Mike again. He told of the other forms of physical abuse… when Mike was angry, which was often, or just wanted to punch something for the feeling of joy it gave him. He told of the psychological abuse… what it was like living with a constant feeling of dread. In the end, they all decided a promise is a promise, and you’re only as good as your word.

— Cameron’s mother was devastated when she learned what happened to her oldest son. She knew what kind of person he had been, but he was still her boy. Cameron had wondered what HE would feel… joy, guilt, regret? Instead, all he had was a sense of relief. It was as if he had been holding his breath all of his life, and now he could exhale and move on.

— Chloe was engaged in some heavy introspection. She had learned a couple of things about herself that Saturday.

One: She wasn’t as brave as she would like to be. She had finally spoken up at the end, but it was only when she feared her own life was on the line. She also wasn’t brave when it came to being alone. She would settle for what friends she could find. She had always known Stella had a cruel streak. Stella had been the Queen of the Mean Girls. After her fall from grace, the cruel side became her only side. And Chloe had always had her suspicions about Grace and her babysitting business. Grace was always talking about it, and the subject of little boys and baths came up a little too often for comfort. The Sunday after the not-so-joyful joyride, Grace suffered an attack of honesty and filled Chloe in on everything she had previously left unsaid. Chloe was horrified…

Two: … but also intrigued. Chloe had discovered something as she looked at the younger boy sitting naked beside her in the back seat, with his hands balled into fists and his eyes clenched shut. His humiliation had been as tangible as the smell of his sweat. She wondered what it would be like to inspire such a strong emotion herself.

— Grace had bared her soul to Chloe, having decided she should be forthright with the only real friend she had left. When everyone had abandoned Stella after her very public breakup with Mike, they had abandoned the ones who stood by Stella too. Grace was going to swear to never babysit again if Chloe would just still be her friend. And if Chloe left her in disgust… well, that was the least she deserved. But a very unexpected thing happened. Chloe had offered to step in and help should the babysitting duties become overwhelming. Boisterous boys could be so hard to control, and four hands were more able than two.

Two weeks later, Cameron’s mother was attending an evening grief counseling session. It would last till late. She called Grace in to sit with Cameron. Chloe came along for support as she had for two previous jobs. Neither of the girls had any idea how the evening would play out. This was the first time the three had been together since the joyride to hell and back.

Grace and Chloe were sitting on the couch, talking and finishing off the last of the pizza. Cameron was sitting on the floor reading a comic book. When he finished, he stood up and presented himself before the girls. “I think it’s time for my bath.”

The bath word was a volatile one. The girls looked uneasily at each other. Grace said, “You go along and take care of it. We’re going to watch the television. Ozzie and Harriet should be on soon.”

“Well…” Cameron shuffled his feet nervously. “Bill and I were wrestling out in the backyard today. I got really dirty. I think I need someone to scrub my back.”

The girls were stunned. Grace said, “Ok…….. I can help you out there. It IS one of my duties after all. Making sure you’re clean and fed.”

“We weren’t wearing our shirts. Just some shorts. So, I got REALLY dirty. It’ll probably take both of you.”

Chloe cleared her throat. “I AM here to help out Grace…”

Cameron clarified, “I’m not going to do anything I don’t want to. I’ll tell you if you start doing anything that’s off limits.”

Both girls nodded. Grace said, “Understood.”

— Audrey lay in bed and wondered if she was still attracted to Cameron after seeing so much… including his BUTTHOLE… and hearing about the things he had done. The things he had been forced to do, she corrected herself. That might drive some girls away. But Audrey felt closer to him because of it. And it wasn’t like they were going to start dating. They were twelve years old. He was cute, and nice, and she wanted him as a friend. Maybe they would date when they were older. Maybe they’d be boyfriend and girlfriend. Only time would tell.

Cameron HAD set his brother up to be murdered. She couldn’t ignore that. But if someone had done to her what his brother did to him… well, she didn’t know what she would do. And she hoped she’d never have to find out.

— Stella, Axel, and the Gypsy Red Chevrolet Bel Air went out in a hail of gunfire, just like Bonnie and Clyde. Axel appreciated the melodrama of it as he died. This would cement his status as a REBEL. He was going to be a legend.

Stella was just glad it was all over. She had looked to the future and saw her life would remain unhappy however long it lasted. That’s when she placed the call from a phone booth while Axel was in a service station restroom. She knew how he’d react to a roadblock. Axel, for all his flaws, had been reliable.

— When Cameron arrived at the creek, his friends were already there… naked as usual. “You’re LATE,” Brett berated him. “We’ve been waiting to play water basketball.”

Andy called out, “I thought you must be out somewhere with AUDREY.”

Cameron said, “She’s at a car show today with her dad. She has a life of her own. And don’t pretend you don’t like her. You agreed with everyone else… she’s one of the gang now.”

Cameron began to undress. The other boys were shocked when he pulled his jeans down to reveal white briefs instead of the swim suit he usually wore on creek days. They were even more shocked when he removed the briefs.

As he waded out into the water, he said, “What? Never seen a naked boy before?”