Terrible Tad 14

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

I got a letter from Sarah, one of the girls from Dallas I met in the park a short while back. She and her friend Brandi had told me the tale of Danny, the overconfident boy whose skills at poker hadn’t carried over to a card game of a different sort. He hadn’t lost any money on the bet, but that outcome would’ve been preferable. Instead, his clothes and his dignity had been forfeit, and would continue to be so one day of every month for many years to come.

Before the two girls and I had parted ways, we traded addresses. Like-minded girls need to stay in touch. I felt a bit guilty… they had graced me with a very satisfying story, but I hadn’t given any in return, though I had many in reserve to draw from. I was too aware of the need for secrecy. I had no idea if they could be trusted. After all, they had betrayed their friend Danny’s embarrassing escapade to me. Not that I was complaining.

But if we became pen pals, and true camaraderie developed, I might begin by letting them in on a few of Hammond’s racier episodes. If this incited their desire to go beyond the monthly encounters with Danny, we might have the beginnings of a Society franchise in Dallas.

Sarah’s letter was quite promising in that regard. By the letter’s conclusion, though, I had the idea that her version of a Society would be more… moral… than what I had built. What a strange concept.

Hi, Teresa.

Sorry if this letter is really long. I wanted to write it all down before I forget any of the details. I don’t have a diary, but I thought about you and how you liked hearing about what happened with Danny. You ought to like this one, too. Warning… there’s both good and bad to this story. More bad than good, actually. Some of the bad was within ME, I have to admit. I got the impression you might understand.

Before I get into it, I wanted to also let you know Brandi and I had our Saturday in the treehouse with Danny. We had promised him we wouldn’t invite three additional girls for that first time. Maybe even the second. Until he got his, you know, control issues under control. But he told us he was going to have to get used to it, so we might as well go ahead and bring the three girls of our choice in. I asked him if he was sure. He told us yes. But he was so embarrassed at the prospect of being naked in front of five girls, that for the whole conversation he was shaking and could hardly get the words out.

Remember that rule HE set up when he thought Brandi and me were going to be the ones having to strip? For three hours he has to do whatever we say. That includes truthfully answering any questions we ask. So we asked him the REAL reason he told us to go ahead and invite the other girls. Something hadn’t seemed right about that.

It turns out he’s kinda like one of those exhibitionists. You know, the dirty old men who get a thrill out of exposing themselves to women? Except for Danny, most of the thrill isn’t while it’s happening. He’s really embarrassed at the time. All the stuff that happened after he lost the bet on that magic trick really, REALLY humiliated him. He told us if he’d had the option of dying instead, he would’ve jumped at it.

But afterwards was a different story. He said on the way home he had to stop and, you know, do what boys do to themselves. Twice. Once behind a tree and once behind a parked car. Just telling us that made him so red in the face. But I bet he did it a bunch more times that night thinking about how embarrassing it was to confess that to us. Not to mention all the other stuff we did to him that Saturday.

Of course, like I told you before, even though he’s super embarrassed at the time, his peter gets overly excited. Just ask Brandi. He can’t stop it from squirting everywhere. And on anyone unlucky enough to be in front of it.

He’s so weird. Then there was all that stuff we learned about him from eavesdropping on his mother. How much he plays with himself. What he does with his other hand while he’s doing it. Yuck. We made him tell us more about all that on Saturday. A LOT more. If I wasn’t already friends with him, I don’t think I’d want to be. But I’ve known him forever, so oh well. I guess everybody’s got their own secret oddities.

Once the three hours were up in the treehouse and the other girls had gone home, Brandi and I informed him that bringing in three other girls each month didn’t mean it had to be the SAME three girls every time. You should’ve seen his face. He tried to tell us that wasn’t the agreement. But I went over the wording with him and he finally had to admit the rule could be interpreted that way. Danny’s going to be seen by a LOT of girls by the time we graduate. And have to do whatever they tell him to. This should give him a ton of material to whack his wienie to. He’ll probably wear it down to a nub.

I’ll tell you more about the first treehouse encounter later. The reason I’m writing is that the very next day, Sunday, I got to see yet another naked boy. It’s so weird. I hope this trend continues. I’ve discovered I really like seeing boys naked. But only boys who are embarrassed to be seen. I wouldn’t like it if a boy came up to me and whipped out his wiener like one of those dirty old men. That’s just rude.

But anyway, this boy was devastated by what happened to him. And I felt horrible about it, too. But I still got kinda excited, even so. That’s the bad inside me I was talking about.

This time Brandi wasn’t there. She’s mad as hell about it, too. Mad at ME. As if it’s MY fault something I had no control over happened while she wasn’t around. She had other plans that day, so it’s her own damn fault.

I was with two other friends, Evelyn Harper and Tatum Jamison. Evelyn and I were dressed for the hot weather. T-shirts and jeans. Tatum’s parents made her wear a long, heavy shapeless dress that went all the way down to her shoes. She has to dress like that all the time. Her parents believe in modesty above all else, even if it gives you a heat stroke.

Evelyn’s mother had brought the three of us plus Evelyn’s little brother to the park. He’s in the Cub Scouts. They were having a Pinewood Derby race. We weren’t interested in the Derby. Yuck. Once it started, we wandered off to watch some boys playing basketball.

The boys all looked about 14 to 18 years old. They were playing shirts against skins. The skins were the most fun to watch, of course. Although everyone on both sides were wearing some really skimpy shorts.

Three of the boys went to my school. There was Hudson and Dylan. They’re both 16 and really good looking. Nice, muscled bodies. But they’re jerks. They like to bully younger and smaller boys. I always thought it was stupid that bullies like to show how tough they are by picking on the kids least able to defend themselves. Real tough. And both of them are always making obnoxious remarks to all the girls. I’ve heard they try to go way too far with girls who are dumb enough to go on a date with them. And they won’t take NO for an answer.

Hudson’s younger cousin Sawyer was also there, but he wasn’t playing. He was just watching like us. Sawyer’s 14 and really cute. When he’s not around his cousin and Dylan, he’s a nice guy. But when he’s with them, he tries to act like them. In other words, he’s a jerk. It doesn’t come naturally to him, so it always comes across as really forced and awkward. Like he’s trying to play a part but isn’t a very good actor. I really wish he’d just be himself. I’ve always liked him more than I wanted to admit. But only when the jerks aren’t around.

But for some reason he wants to fit in with Hudson and Dylan. Maybe he thinks they’re cool. They’re not even all that nice to HIM. They’re always putting him down and getting kinda rough with him. I think the only reason they let him hang around with them is because he’s Hudson’s cousin.

Sawyer’s not big and athletic, which is why he wasn’t playing basketball. Too bad. I was thinking I’d like to see him in just those skimpy shorts like the other boys. Or maybe just in one of those jock straps. I had no idea I was about to see him in even less than that!

The game was breaking up about the time the Derby was over. Mrs. Harper came over to tell us it was time to go. We badgered her to let us stay for a while longer. It was such a nice day. She finally gave in and said she’d be back in three hours after she dropped Evelyn’s brother off at home and did some shopping with Tatum’s mother.

All the boys we were watching went their separate ways except Sawyer and the two jerks. They hung around talking and laughing. The two older boys started smoking cigarettes. They tried to get Sawyer to smoke. He took one puff and started coughing like he was dying. His cousin and Dylan laughed at him like crazy. He was all red in the face, and not just from coughing.

About that time, we all heard a big ruckus from the entrance to the park. A pack of motorcycles was just coming in. There were six of them. And they were LOUD. I got a little scared. I’d heard bikers could be really bad. They were all wearing black leather jackets and black helmets. They looked dangerous.

They pulled up close to where we were sitting and stopped. I could see they all had a big patch on the back of their jackets. At the top it said ‘Angels of Death’. Then there was a picture of the Grim Reaper with a big scythe thing and a halo over its head. Underneath it was a silhouette of some buildings and the words ‘City of Angels’.

Some of them got off their bikes. Some stayed on and kept revving their engines up even louder. I was about to suggest we go someplace else when they started taking their helmets off. That’s when I noticed they were all women! Big women. And it wasn’t just fat. They were tough and hard looking. Like they could play roller derby. They all looked like they were in their 20s and 30s. Some maybe older.

The one nearest to us must’ve been the leader of the pack. She had that look of authority. She had really tight curly blonde hair. And a determined looking face. Kinda mean looking. She was wearing a blue plaid shirt under the leather jacket. And denim cutoffs that were REALLY cut off. All the way up to her crotch. And black leather boots that went up way over her knees. Up to her thighs. You could see a little bit of her legs between the cutoffs and boots. That skin really drew your attention. It looked almost obscene for some reason. I couldn’t imagine going out in public like that.

She noticed me staring and gave me a smirk. Then she winked at me. I felt my face turn beet red.

I tried to tell Evelyn and Tatum we needed to go, but they couldn’t hear me over the noise of the motorcycles. I started to yell it at them even louder, when suddenly all the motorcycles turned off all at once. I just managed to stop myself from yelling what I was about to say. Sawyer wasn’t so lucky.

The boys were standing about twenty feet away. I had seen them looking at the biker women and yelling back and forth to each other and laughing, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. When it got suddenly silent, Sawyer was caught mid-sentence, yelling at the top of his lungs, “… bunch of fat biker bitches!”

There was a longer silence after that. Sawyer realized everyone had heard what he just said. And that included the biker women he had just insulted. Hudson and Dylan broke the silence by both yelling ‘YIKES’ simultaneously. Then they took off running. Sawyer was left standing there all by himself with this shocked look on his face.

I’ve heard about what bikers do. I just knew they were going to pull out their knives and stab Sawyer to death right there in front of us. And then probably do the same to US because we were witnesses. I looked around for help, but the park was empty except for me, Evelyn, Tatum, Stupid Sawyer, and the six biker women. Everyone else had left.

I thought, ‘Damn it, Sawyer. You’ve got us all killed. I’m sorry I ever thought you were cute.’

One of the bikers walked up to the leader. This one had dark skin and really thick, long black hair. I think she may have been Italian or something. Maybe French. She said to the leader, “What did that little _____ just say?” What she actually called him sounded something like ben-day-hoe. It must be an Italian word.

The leader replied, “I think he just called us a bunch of fat biker bitches.” She turned to the rest of the women. “Is that what you heard? I wouldn’t want to do something… permanent… without a general consensus.”

They all agreed that’s what they heard. Then they all turned and stared right at Sawyer. He looked like he was about to die of a heart attack while peeing in his pants.

He managed to actually speak. “I… I… I didn’t say that. Um, not exactly. I… yeah, I was telling my friend that he was rude to say y’all were a… you know… a bunch of… you know, the rest of it. What he said. That was so rude. And nothing like what I personally would ever say. Y’all just heard the last part. I was really standing up for you. Since y’all aren’t… you know… fat at all. In fact you’re really skinny. Almost TOO skinny. And I would never call someone… you know… the bitch word.” He looked at them hopefully. I didn’t believe him any more than the biker women did. He wasn’t a very good liar. It was so weak, I was actually kinda embarrassed for him.

Even he knew he wasn’t very convincing. I could tell he was about to run.

The leader saw it, too. She told him, “You little runt, if you try to run we WILL catch you. And even your mama won’t be able to recognize you when they put the pieces back together.” She pulled a switchblade out of her pocket and flicked it open. “And the first thing we slice off will be your little dinky winky.”

I went all cold. I looked at Evelyn and Tatum. They were both as pale as I must’ve been.

“On the other hand,” the leader continued, “If you do what we say and take it like a man… something you theoretically will be in about twenty years… we won’t leave any lasting scars. At least not physically.”

Sawyer didn’t know what to do. It looked like he still might try to run. I surprised myself by speaking up. Sawyer and I weren’t really friends. We knew each other just enough to say ‘hi’ to at school. But he was an ok guy when he wasn’t around the Bad Influences. I didn’t want to see him butchered by bikers. “Please don’t hurt him,” I said. “He’s not really bad. He's just kinda stupid."

Sawyer looked all outraged, like I'd stabbed him in the back. "Hey!"

"I said 'kinda'. And do you want them to cut off your dinky winky?"

"It's NOT dinky," he told me. Typical boy. He's about to get carved up by bikers and the size of his wiener is all he can think about.

The leader turned to me. "Don't worry, honey. We're all about to find out for ourselves."

Sawyer managed to look even more shocked. "Wh... what???"

The leader told him, "You think you can call us bitches and just walk away unscathed? You think because you're MALE you can do anything you please? We're either going to teach you the manners your mama neglected to, or..." She waved the ugly looking knife around. "We pare you down to the bone. Very slowly... making it last." She had been walking up to him while she talked. Now she stood over him, looking down. I realized then she was at least six feet tall. She was one big woman. "Your choice, little boy," she said.

"Don't be even more stupid, Sawyer," I told him. "Do whatever they say. It's better than dying."

Sawyer still, stupidly, looked like he was debating the issue with himself. He asked the leader, "What did you mean about seeing for yourself? About... you know... my winky?" He grimaced. "I mean my thing."

Leader looked over her shoulder at me. I went all cold again. "I think this little girl is kinda sweet on you. But hasn’t told you yet. Right?" My mouth dropped open. How could she know that? "She deserves a little preview so she'll know if you're worth pursuing."

"I'm not SWEET on him," I told her. "He's just a stupid boy."

Leader gave me that smirk again. She turned back to Sawyer. "Last chance, little boy. You decide, or I'll decide for you." She waved the knife around again. "My blade is getting a little dull. I think I'd like to hone it against your bones." She gave him a very significant look.

Sawyer swallowed with a big gulping sound. He said in a really quiet voice, "Teach me some manners." He looked down at his sneakers.

"Good choice, kid." She grabbed his arm. Another biker with wild red hair came up and grabbed the other. They started marching him off towards the line of trees way at the back of the park. Leader said, "For what happens next, we're going to need a little privacy." She looked over at me, Evelyn, and Tatum. "You too, girls. You're coming with us. Can't have you running off to call the police. Or your mamas. Besides, I think you're going to like the show."

Sawyer was beginning to have an idea of what was coming. "Oh, no. Oh, please," he practically whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeated this all the way to the trees. His knees kinda gave out, but the bikers just carried him by his arms with his feet dragging the ground. I couldn't really blame him. I was terrified, too. And I wasn’t even their target.

Leader and the redheaded woman were in front with Sawyer between them. Behind them was me and Evelyn and Tatum. Behind us was the rest of the pack. I kept looking over my shoulder at them. They all had really mean grins on their faces.

We crossed the tree line and continued for about ten minutes through the woods. It was kinda rough going. Especially for Sawyer since he was being dragged along. We eventually came to a small clearing in the trees. It wasn’t very large. Maybe twenty feet wide.

Leader said, "Good. I was hoping for something like this." She and the other biker let go of Sawyer's arms. He fell to his knees in the grass. Leader leaned down and said, "I don't have to tell you not to call for help, do I?"

Sawyer, looking down at the ground, said, "No, ma'am."

That got a laugh out of Leader. She turned to the rest of the pack. "You hear that, girls? I'm now a MA'AM. Don't you forget it.” All of them were laughing now.

Sawyer looked up at Leader. I saw some tears on his face. “You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

"Just your pride, baby," she told him. "But it might not ever recover." She walked around behind him and grabbed him under his arms, then lifted him up to his feet. "What's your name, runt?" she asked.

"S...Sawyer."

"Well, S...Sawyer. Pleased to meet you. I doubt it's mutual." Then she looked over at me and the others. "What are your names?"

After we told her, she said her name was Bertha. She indicated the woman with all the thick, black hair. “That’s Tequila.” She introduced all the others… Jasmine, Heifer, Tough Titties, and Pyro. I don’t think any of the names were real. Pyro was the one with the wild red hair.

"Now that we’re all acquainted, you girls come over and line up in front of S...Sawyer." We reluctantly did so. I was directly in front of him. Evelyn was to my left and Tatum to my right. They kept looking over at me like I could do something about the situation.

Still holding onto Sawyer under his arms, Bertha looked at us over his head and asked, "Any of you girls ever see a naked boy?" Sawyer clenched his eyes shut and said under his breath, "Oh, no. Oh, please."

None of us answered. I think we were all too afraid to speak. "Ok," Bertha said. She looked at Evelyn. "You. Ever see a naked boy? Answer me or you might get some of what this little runt here is going to get."

Evelyn quickly looked over at me again. I wished she's stop that. "I... I used to see my little brother naked sometimes. I even helped give him a bath."

Bertha asked her, "How old was he the last time you saw him?"

Evelyn told her, "I don’t know. About four or five."

"Doesn't count." Bertha said. She looked at Tatum. "What about you?"

Tatum shook her head. "No. never."

Bertha said, "Good. That's two." She looked at me with that smirk. "How about you, honey? You any more experienced than your friends?"

I thought about lying to her. But the way she kept looking at me, with that knowing smirk, made me almost think she could read my mind. I decided I better not take a chance. I didn't want to end up like poor Sawyer. I didn't know exactly what was going to happen to him yet, but it was a sure bet it would involve him losing his clothes. I was equally sure that would only be the beginning. I planned on staying on the good side of the biker gang. If they even HAD a good side.

I admitted, "I've seen a naked boy before." Bertha looked at me, not saying anything. Obviously waiting for more information. So I added, "My friend Danny. I've seen him naked twice."

I heard a gasp from both sides. Evelyn blurted out, "Danny?" Tatum said, "You saw Danny naked? Like, all the way naked? Like, with no clothes?" They hadn't attended the treehouse session the day before. They were going to be MAD when they found out I invited three girls but not them.

I hadn't invited them because I was feeling a little protective of Danny now that I had seen and knew so much about him. Evelyn and Tatum are in my main circle of friends that include Brandi, Danny, and another boy named Dean. I figured it was bad enough that Brandi and I knew all of Danny's secrets. It would be worse for him if two more of his friends knew it all too. We hang out every day. I can't imagine what it would be like for him knowing the four girls he sees all the time have not only seen him naked, with his wiener hard, squirting, and all that other stuff... but also knew his little proclivities (that's a word my mother uses when she means perversions). Not that I think Danny is perverted. Just really, really terminally weird.

And I know we shouldn't have brought those three other girls in. Even though he's not best friends with them, he still knows them from school. And sees them a lot. I feel kinda guilty about that. On the other hand, the extra three were from his own rules. He just was sure when he made that rule he would be bringing three boys in to see me and Brandi naked. Turnabout's fair play, as they say.

And anyway, I probably wouldn't have invited Tatum because she's had a really strict religious upbringing. I don't think she even knows boys have wieners. I wouldn't want to be responsible for her heart attack.

"Well, well, well," Bertha said. "Does Sawyer know you're two-timing him?"

"I'm NOT two-timing him," I told her. "Or anyone. Sawyer isn't my boyfriend and neither is Danny. I don't HAVE a boyfriend."

"But you've seen Danny naked. Twice," Bertha said. "Just how did THAT come about? And don’t leave ANYTHING out. I’ll know if you do.”

So I had to tell everyone the whole story… skipping school, the magic trick, Danny making all those crazy rules because he was sure he was going to win the bet, Danny losing the bet and having to take all his clothes off, Danny getting overly excited and squirting all over Brandi, all of us almost getting caught by TWO mothers, Brandi and I learning all that VERY private information about Danny by eavesdropping on his mother, Danny getting excited again and having to squirt into his sock, Danny having to get naked and tell all his secrets again in front of five of us on Saturday, and Danny having to do that once a month all the way up to high school graduation.

I took a chance and left out one little detail when I listed the secrets Danny confessed to. I didn’t think these bikers needed to know EVERYTHING about him. Luckily, Bertha didn’t call me out on it. She’s not as all-knowing as she claims.

When I finished, everyone was looking at me really weird. For so long I started to feel very uncomfortable. I was thinking I should’ve tried lying after all. Then Bertha said, “Wow. Want to join my gang?” I know she wasn’t serious, but it was still kinda flattering.

As I figured, Evelyn and Tatum were mad at me. They kept demanding to know who I’d invited to the treehouse instead of them. When I told them, they were even madder. The three girls were really only acquaintances, not good friends. Tatum said she wouldn’t have attended, but I should’ve at least asked her. I told them I’d explain my reasoning later. We had more pressing matters at the moment. Like being held captive by a biker gang.

Sawyer was looking at me like I was some kind of monster. He knew Danny too. They were kinda good friends. I wondered if that would still be the case tomorrow. I’d never intended for any boys to learn about the bet. I felt kinda bad that Sawyer now knew all of Danny’s private stuff.

But Danny had brought this all on himself with that stupid bet. Just like Sawyer brought this current situation on himself by acting like a jerk and mouthing off about complete strangers. I hoped he’d learn a lesson. And get better friends while he was at it. Assuming he survived the wrath of the Angels of Death. Their name made his chances seem kinda slim.

“Well,” Bertha said. “That was all very entertaining. And a fitting prelude to what’s going to happen next.” She placed her hands on Sawyer’s shoulders and squeezed. Hard. He grimaced and said, “Ow, you b…” He suddenly stopped and looked horrified.

Bertha just smiled. But it wasn’t a pleasant smile. A shiver ran through me. Tatum said, “Oh, shit.” And Tatum NEVER cusses.

Bertha said, “That’s twice, Sawyer. Before I send you home to mama, I’m going to squeeze something else even harder. And that’ll be the least of what I do. And there are five other ‘fat biker bitches’ waiting to do the same. And probably worse. Some of these ‘bitches’ have a real mean streak.”

Sawyer started frantically trying to apologize. Bertha cut him off. “You need to keep your mouth shut, little boy, before it digs you a grave.”

I was afraid they were going to really hurt him bad now. I took a chance and said to Bertha, “Please. Please don’t hurt him. I was wrong when I said he was KINDA stupid. He’s stupid as a STUMP. He can’t help it. Do whatever else you were planning. The stuff that’s going to hurt his pride. That’ll be bad enough for him.”

Bertha looked at me for a while. I was beginning to think I was going to join Sawyer in that grave his mouth dug. She finally said, “Ok, little girl. I admire someone who’ll stand up for a friend. We’ll leave him intact. Physically. And before we leave, I’ll have a special reward for you for being so brave. I think you’ll like it.” That didn’t sound good.

Bertha turned to Evelyn. “You ever undress your little brother?”

Evelyn looked confused, but said, “Yes. A lot of times. When he was younger.”

“Good. Come over here and start undressing this boy.” Sawyer threw his head back and moaned, “Noooooooo.” I was afraid he’d try to run, but he stood there and waited. Bertha and her gang had impressed him with how dangerous they were. Being scared of a bunch of females was probably hurting his pride already.

Evelyn stepped up to Sawyer. Bertha told him, “Lift your arms all the way up.” He started to cry (something else his pride probably didn’t appreciate), but did what she said. When Evelyn didn’t start right away, Bertha got impatient. “Well, go on. Take his t-shirt off.”

Evelyn took his shirt by the sleeves and pulled it up over his head, then pulled it off his arms. We all could now see his bare chest and tummy. He was skinny. He certainly didn’t have the muscles his jerk of a cousin does. But he still looked cute. While his arms were up, I noticed he didn’t have any hair in his armpits yet. I think he was really aware of that and didn’t like a bunch of females seeing it. Once the shirt came off he brought his arms down really quick. He also crossed his arms over his chest. If that was an attempt at modesty, it was kinda futile. All of his clothes were going to be coming off soon.

Bertha told him, “Now lift up a foot so she can take your sneaker and sock off.” She put both her big arms around him, right under where his own arms were crossed, to hold him steady. Her arms looked twice as thick as his. “This your first time being hugged by a female who isn’t your mama?” she asked.

Sawyer told her “No. My aunts have hugged me, too.”

“They don’t count, baby.” Bertha informed him.

Evelyn got both his sneakers and socks off, leaving him barefoot. Then Bertha told her to take his pants off. Evelyn told him, “I’m sorry, Sawyer. I really am.”

Sawyer said, “It’s ok. You don’t have a choice.”

Bertha said sweetly, “Ohhhh, this is all so touching.” Then her voice changed. “Pants. Now. Don’t piss me off.”

Evelyn fumbled at his belt and got it unbuckled. She fumbled even more with the button on his pants. Then came the zipper. She hesitated, and I understood why. Unzipping a boy’s pants was a big deal. Bertha, getting impatient, cleared her throat. Evelyn got the message and pulled Sawyer’s zipper all the way down. Sawyer made a wordless moaning sound.

Evelyn drew in a deep breath like she was going to take a plunge, grabbed Sawyer’s pants on either side and pulled them down to his ankles. Sawyer moaned again. More tears ran down his cheeks. Bertha still had her arms around him, so she steadied him again while Evelyn pulled his pants all the way off.

Now he was just in his underwear. White briefs, just like Danny wears. They even had the same skinny blue stripes around the waistband with the words Fruit of the Loom. I remembered how Danny got mad when Brandi and I passed his underwear back and forth and laughed at that name.

Tatum said, “Oh my.”

I knew the underwear would be coming off soon, and we’d see everything. But I wanted this moment to last a while longer. Sawyer looked so vulnerable in just his briefs, with that big woman’s arms around him. I hate to say it, but it got me really excited.

Bertha told Evelyn, “That’s all for you at the moment. Step back into line.” Evelyn resumed her place next to me.

Bertha told Sawyer, “But don’t get your hopes up baby boy. Those little white undies are coming off soon enough. I just want to give everyone a chance to appreciate you like this. A boy in his briefs is just so CUTE.” Saying this, she reached up and pinched his cheek like a loving aunt. But just a bit harder.

I felt someone bump into me from behind. I looked back to see that the bikers were moving in closer. I guess they appreciated boys in their briefs, too.

Sawyer started crying even more. He looked up at Bertha. “Please. This is enough. You wanted to humiliate me and you have. Please don’t go any further.” He looked at me and the other two girls, then back up at Bertha. “I go to school with them. Every day. They can’t see me naked. They just can’t. It’s bad enough they’ve seen me in my underwear. And… crying.”

Bertha gave him that mean looking smile. “We haven’t even started, baby. They’re going to see you naked and a lot more. I think I’ll give myself a little preview.” She reached down with one hand and pulled the waistband of his Fruit of the Looms way out in front, then leaned down to look within.

Sawyer’s eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. A woman was looking in his underwear. He looked down and, seeing what Bertha saw, started squirming around in her grasp. But just one of her big arms was enough to hold him without even trying.

“Wow,” Bertha exclaimed. “You’ve even got a little bush in there. A baby bush, but it’s there. I figured you’d be bare.”

From where we were, we couldn’t see anything. I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over at Evelyn. She was raising up on her tiptoes. She caught me looking, and only then seemed to realize what she was doing. She turned almost as red as Sawyer. But not quite. He still held first place in that category.

I looked over to my other side. Tatum had her hand over her eyes. But as I watched, her hand dropped just a bit.

Bertha let go of Sawyer’s waistband. It snapped back with a surprisingly loud sound. She announced, “Evelyn had HER fun. Now it’s Tatum’s turn. Come on up here, little girl. And make it quick. You’re on underwear removal duty.”

Tatum moved over to stand in front of Sawyer. She was obviously reluctant. Her family has told her even thinking about boys is sinful. Now she was about to pull a boy’s underwear down. Did that count as one of those ‘unforgivable sins’ she’d mentioned before?

Sawyer started struggling even more. Bertha pulled his arms behind his back. “Keep fighting me and I’ll break them both,” she told him really casual like. He stopped. Bertha gave Tatum a look. Tatum hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sawyer’s briefs. She took a deep breath and suddenly pulled them all the way down. Just as quickly, she turned around so she couldn’t see the sinful sight. Sawyer cried out, “Nooooooooooo!” and turned his head away, leaning it against Bertha’s big shoulder.

Bertha said, “Look, Tatum. Turn around.” Tatum didn’t move. Bertha’s voice turned cold, “Look at him, bitch. Now. Or that sack you’re wearing is joining his clothes on the ground.” Tatum slowly turned. VERY slowly. I wanted to scream at her to hurry up. But she finally made it all the way around and looked.

“Oh, my.”

Bertha looked down at Sawyer. “Well, not bad for a little runt. Not bad at all.” She then told Tatum to move to the side so everyone could see.

There was a bunch of whistling and catcalls from behind me. It went on and on. They sounded like a pack of hyenas.

I hadn’t looked fully at Sawyer yet. Part of me didn’t want to take advantage of his unfortunate situation. As much as I wanted to see his naked body, it felt like a violation. On the other hand, it wasn’t my fault this was happening. It was Bertha and her gang. I was as much a captive as Sawyer. I had no control. And I knew that if I didn’t look on my own, Bertha would force me to.

So I looked. Bertha was right. Not bad at all. His wiener was a little bigger than Danny’s. He had some curly hair above it. His balls were bigger than Danny’s too. As he squirmed about a little, despite Bertha’s warning, his wiener and balls swung from side to side just a bit.

When I first looked, I just focused on that part of him. Of course. But then I kinda took in the whole picture. His whole body was right there just a few feet away. Naked, head to toe. Well, not his toes. His underwear were still down around his feet. Tatum had pulled them down, but not off.

He had looked vulnerable in just his underwear. Now he looked totally exposed and helpless. With every bit of him on display to everyone, against his will. And it was SO exciting. I was kinda horrified at how it made me feel. I just kept telling myself none of this was my fault.

I had been secretly watching Sawyer all year at school. And even a couple of years before. Just that day I had been imagining him playing skins at basketball with barely any clothing, all hot and sweaty. Now I’d seen him stripped down to his underwear and beyond. And it was more exciting than I had ever imagined it to be. And I had seen him being manhandled, naked, by a big biker woman. Struggling and completely overpowered in her arms. That was exciting, too. It sounds awful, I know. I’m a horrible person. But the way it made me feel is indescribable.

I felt a little of that when we made Danny take off his clothes and do stuff. But not nearly as much. With Danny, it was mostly voluntary. He made a bet, lost, and was following the rules. There were no rules in Sawyer’s case. There was only these big biker women forcing the circumstances on him. The feelings this brought on in me were INTENSE.

Of course, I hoped they wouldn’t take it too far. I didn’t want them to really hurt him. But if Bertha made him stay naked for a while longer, maybe forced us girls to touch him the way Brandi and I did Danny, maybe even forced us to do him by hand… well, as I said, it wouldn’t be MY fault.

I looked up from where I had been staring to see Bertha giving me that knowing smirk again.

Sawyer still had his head turned to the side. His eyes were clenched shut. Bertha told him, “Open your eyes and look. Look at everyone while they look at YOU.” When he didn’t, she twisted his arms where she still held them behind his back. He yelped and opened his eyes. He looked at me, Evelyn and Tatum as we all gawked at him. Then he looked at the biker women as they crowded in even closer. He dropped his head down. But I think in looking down he saw his nakedness because he jerked his head back up again.

Bertha told me, “Your turn, honey. Go get his little underpants. You can even keep them as a souvenir.” The first thing I thought about that was GROSS. Then I thought, why not? After all, I had handled Danny’s Fruit of the Looms. Brandi and I had examined them for a while, telling him we were looking for stains. But we were really doing it for the novelty of actually holding a boy’s underwear right after it came off of his body. And, of course, because it really embarrassed him for us to do it.

However, if my parents found a pair of boys underwear in my room, it could get a bit awkward.

I went up to Sawyer, then squatted down to get his briefs the rest of the way off his feet. He lifted one foot, then the other. Once I was holding his underwear, I started to stand back up. But then I realized something… . his wiener and balls were right there just inches from my face. I could see every detail. I couldn’t look away. It was different than seeing Danny’s privates. Danny is a friend I’ve known for ages. Even though it was exciting to see him naked, he’s JUST a friend. I’ll never have the hots for him. That would almost seem like incest or something. But with Sawyer, it was different. I’ve thought about Sawyer a lot. I’ve had fantasies about what he might look like with no clothes. Not only had I now seen him that way, but his boy parts were hanging right in front of my face. I had a weird impulse to lean forward and kiss his thing. Luckily, as strong as that impulse was, I managed to overcome it.

I don’t know how long I was staring. I think it was quite a while. I could hear the biker women laughing all around me. Part of me knew they were laughing at ME because I was so mesmerized by Sawyer’s wiener and balls. But I didn’t care.

Suddenly, Sawyer started screaming at me. “Stop looking. Stop looking at me there.” That jolted me out of my trance. I looked up at his face. He was really crying hard now. And his face was all twisted up with shame and rage. I think he was mostly mad at ME instead of Bertha, the one doing all this to him. It was unfair, but I kinda understood it, too. I stood up and looked away from him. Part of me wanted to keep staring at his privates. At his whole naked body. I hated that I wanted that under the circumstances. I was learning a lot about myself.

Bertha told me to put Sawyer’s underwear on his head like a hat. I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but then I’d probably end up stripped and humiliated, too. And maybe worse. So I did what she said. After I had draped them over his head, Bertha let go of his arms and rearranged his briefs till they were just like she wanted them. “There,” she said. “Doesn’t THAT look smart?”

Sawyer didn’t respond. After he had screamed at me, it seemed like he had used up all his energy. He looked exhausted. His head was hanging down again. Tears dripped off his cheeks to the ground. Bertha put a finger under his chin and forced his head up. “I’m going to let these girls find out what a boy’s body feels like,” she told him. “Sarah already knows. She’s quite the worldly woman. But these other two have been sorely deprived.”

Bertha ran a hand down Sawyer’s chest and tummy, all the way to his thigh. I noticed her fingers just barely brushing against his balls as they went by. Sawyer shuddered. Moving her hand back upwards, she brought it in to cup her fingers around his balls. Sawyer gasped. So did I. I felt something surge through me as I looked at her holding him there. She squeezed just a bit, then moved her hand further up. Her fingers slid behind his wiener and her thumb circled over the top of it. She tightened her grip on it and pulled it outwards. Then back in. Then out again.

Sawyer looked down at what she was doing. “You can’t do that to me,” he cried.

“Obviously I can,” Bertha replied. “But don’t worry. I’m going to let your little girlfriends have the honor.”

“Oh, no. Please, no.” I almost couldn’t understand his words because his mouth was so contorted by crying. I had just been fantasizing about this moment. Now that it was actually here, it felt very different. The fantasy was entirely within my mind. The reality involved other people and their emotions. I decided some things should stay in our heads.

Bertha let go of his wiener. I noticed that her touch, unwanted as it was, had made Sawyer slightly stiffen. “But before they get to play pump the peter, I think you should give them a little demonstration. Show them how you make it hard. Show them what you do with it.”

Sawyer had managed to get his crying under control. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

I’m sure he knew what she was saying. Evelyn did, too. She said, “Oh, no.” I think poor Tatum didn’t have a clue. She was looking very confused. Bertha noticed this, too. She asked Tatum, “You don’t know what boys do with their peters?”

Tatum obviously didn’t like attention being turned her way. She looked very uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as Sawyer, but a close second. “They… they pee out of it?”

The whole biker gang burst out laughing. Bertha was laughing along with them, but stopped and held up her hand. Everyone ceased. “Let’s not laugh at the girl. She’s actually correct. Boys pee out of their peters. And since Tatum has brought it up, I think we should have a demonstration of that particular functionality.”

She grabbed one of Sawyers arms and dragged him over to the side about ten feet. “Show the girls how boys pee.” Sawyer looked horrified at the prospect of peeing in front of crowd of girls and women. And peeing naked at that.

Tatum started saying, “No, no. I didn’t mean for him to have to do it.” She turned to Sawyer. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She ducked her head, but ended up looking at his boy parts. She quickly looked away. But then her head started moving slowly back, even as she told herself under her breath, “It’s a sin. It’s a sin.”

Sawyer hadn’t made a move to start peeing. Bertha leaned in and told him, “I better see some piss coming out of that thing in about five seconds… four… three…”

Sawyer held his wiener in one hand and then just stood there. He was making all kinds of faces like he was trying really hard. But nothing came out. He told Bertha, “I’m scared. I can’t do it when I’m scared. It feels all locked up.”

Bertha brought out her knife. “Then I guess I’ll just have to pick the lock.” Suddenly pee started gushing out into the grass at Sawyer’s feet. He look mortified and relieved at the same time. He might not be able to do it when he’s scared, but pure terror seemed to do the trick. He peed for a long time. Everyone was silent while they watched. I was fascinated. Of all the things we’d made Danny do on Saturday, I hadn’t thought to make him pee. I would correct that next month.

The longer he stood there with pee streaming out of him, the more humiliated Sawyer looked. He said under his breath, “Come onnnnn.” Finally it started to taper off, then turned into a dribble, then stopped. He let go of his wiener and looked at Bertha.

I glanced over at the other two girls. Evelyn looked back at me and said, “Oh, my God.” Tatum was now staring directly at Sawyer’s wiener. She wasn’t muttering any biblical warnings anymore, either.

“Don’t you boys have to shake it after you pee?” Bertha asked. I hadn’t known about the shaking.

Sawyer looked even more embarrassed. “That’s to get the last drops out so they don’t… you know… leak out in your underwear.” He held his hands out to the sides. “I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Demonstrate the procedure, anyway,” Bertha told him.

“Oh, man,” Sawyer whined. When he didn’t immediately start shaking it, Bertha made a growling sound like a mean dog about to attack. He took hold of his wiener again and shook it, making it flop up and down. I could see the drops flying out of it. He did it a couple of more times till all the drops were gone.

I heard Tatum say, “Oh…” I looked over at her. She had her hand up to her mouth and was still staring right at Sawyer’s wiener. I could see that behind her hand, she had a big open-mouthed smile. Tatum had definitely let the devil in. I wondered if her parents would call an exorcist.

Bertha started clapping her hands. She looked around at the rest of us. “Come on, give the boy a hand. No, not THAT kind of hand. But don’t worry. That’ll come soon.” We all started to clap. The bikers were more enthusiastic in their applause. They loved seeing a boy being humiliated. I wondered if they did this a lot. If maybe we’d still be here in this situation even if Sawyer hadn’t called them a bunch of fat biker bitches.

I had finally understood what the “City of Angels” meant on the back of their jackets. They were from Los Angeles. Way over in California. Did they ride across the country stopping to do this to any boys they found? Did they do even worse? Did Bertha use that knife she was so fond of showing? Was Sawyer in danger of more than just being humiliated? Were we all? I didn’t want to know the answers to those questions.

“Let me think,” Bertha said. “What else comes out of a boy besides pee? There’s poo, but don't worry, we’re not going THERE. There’s spit. But spitting is so crude. We don’t need to see that. There’s tears, but young Sawyer has been leaking a lot of those already. How about sweat? Nope. He’s sweaty enough as it is.” Which was true. It was a hot day, but Sawyer was sweating more than anyone else there. I’ve heard anxiety can make you sweat. And he had plenty of reasons for THAT.

“There’s something else that comes out of the same hole as the pee. Hmmmm…” She cupped her chin with a hand, like she was thinking really hard. “Oh, I KNOW,” she exclaimed like she had just thought of it. Everyone knew what she was leading up to. Except maybe Tatum. Bertha had already been fairly explicit about what the next phase of Sawyer’s degradation entailed. Her act was really getting tiresome.

“Cum,” Bertha told us. “Or jizz, spunk, spooge, ejaculate, cream… whatever you want to call it. THAT comes out of a boy, too.” She looked at Sawyer very critically. “At least I THINK it’ll come out of this one. He doesn’t look old enough.” As she said this, she reached down and tugged on the curly hairs above Sawyer’s wiener. Just hard enough to make him grimace. “But he’s got a bush. Not a big one, but it’s there. That usually means there’s some spunk in there making it grow. Let’s find out.”

She wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s shoulders and pulled his body up against her. “Do it. Show these girls how it’s done so they know what to do when their turn comes. You DO know how to do it, don’t you? You know how the manual spooge ejection system works?”

Sawyer nodded his head, obviously hoping a non-verbal response would satisfy her. He should’ve known better. Bertha pulled him in even closer. She was squeezing really tight. “I want to hear you say it,” she told him. “Speak up so the whole class can hear.”

Sawyer said, “Yes… I know how to do it.”

“Oh? You know how to do WHAT?”

Sawyer sighed. “I know how to… you know… play with myself. Masterbate.” The last word was barely audible.

“Ohhh… ok,” Bertha said. “Are you, like, an expert? If you’re going to be giving demonstrations, you really should be an expert. Have you done it enough to be proficient?”

Sawyer didn’t know how to answer the question. “I… I guess so. I mean, when I do it, I… you know… I… squirt my stuff. I guess that’s proficient.” His voice was really strained. Having to admit to a bunch of females, including three girls his age, that he masterbated looked like it was about to overwhelm him.

Bertha wasn’t satisfied. “Just doing it isn’t the same as doing it well. That takes dedication and practice. Do you practice regularly?”

Sawyer glanced around at the group assembled before him, then ducked his head. “Yeah… I guess so.”

“How often?” Bertha prompted.

When he didn’t immediately answer, Bertha squeezed him harder. “Ow… one or two times a day. It depends. Sometimes three.”

One of the biker women called out, “What a MAN.” They had been laughing and joking and making rude remarks through this whole ordeal. I didn’t like them very much. They were grown women abusing and humiliating a fourteen year old boy. They were like Hudson and Dylan… showing how tough they were by picking on someone who couldn’t defend himself. Only they were much, much worse. Bullies like them thought they commanded respect. But all they got was fear, and that was something very different.

Bertha asked him, “Is that EVERY day?”

Sawyer nodded miserably. “Mostly. Sometimes every other day. If I don’t, I’ll…” He stopped and bit his lip.

“Don’t stop now,” Bertha told him. “You know how cross I can get.” She gave him a warning squeeze.

“Ow…. if I don’t do it enough… I have one of those dreams. You know… like boys have.”

Evelyn and Tatum looked over at me with expressions that said they didn’t know about the dreams. I knew about them from Danny. His mother had mentioned them in that conversation we overheard. Then we made Danny go into more detail… WAY more detail… on Saturday. He wasn’t very happy about that. I guess there’s nothing so private as your dreams… and what you do while you’re having them.

Bertha, of course, acted all innocent. “What KIND of dreams. Pleasant ones I hope.”

Sawyer made a very unhappy face. “Boys call them wet dreams. And yeah, they’re pleasant. At least while you’re having one. Afterwards…” He sighed. “If a boy doesn’t play with himself enough, his stuff comes out anyway. He has a… a sexy dream at night. And he… you know… cums during the dream.” He looked directly at me for some reason. “Cum means… he squirts his stuff.”

I silently mouthed, “I know,” at him.

“Oh,” he said, looking even more embarrassed.

Bertha said, “You mentioned something about afterwards…”

Another sigh. “After, well… it makes a mess. If you’re lucky, it’s just in your underwear or pajamas. If you’re not, it’s all over the sheets. And then your mother has a fit. And nothing’s more embarrassing than your mother knowing you just came all over your bed.” He stopped and looked around at his current situation, obviously realizing some things WERE more embarrassing.

Bertha smiled at him. “So you jerk it every day so your poor mama doesn’t have to wash the spooge out of your sheets. You’re a very thoughtful son.” She looked at the assembled group. “Give this boy another round of applause.”

We went through the ritual again, the bikers, again, putting a lot more energy into it.

Then Bertha looked like a thought had just occurred to her. “Wait a minute. Here I am assuming that masterbation is the only ejection system you’ve ever used. How presumptuous of me. Tell me, have you ever used a different method?”

Sawyer looked up at her. “Wh… what do you mean?” The bikers burst out laughing even harder.

Bertha clarified it. “Have you ever FUCKED?”

Sawyer said, “Oh…” He turned even more red… something I wouldn’t have thought possible. Staring down at the ground, he admitted, “No. I’ve never done that.” More laughter.

"So, you're VIRGIN, right?" She made it sound like a dirty word.

Sawyer looked around the little clearing as if hoping the calvary was about to arrive to save him from all this. No help was in sight. "Yeah. I'm a virgin."

"A little louder so the people in back can hear you."

Some anger found it's way through his misery. He looked directly at the crowd and yelled, "I'm a VIRGIN. OK???" The bikers laughed.

"No need to get all emotional," Bertha told him. "So, no fucking." I don't like that word, and Bertha Bitch made it sound even more sleazy. "How about other forms of intimacy? Like hand jobs? Has a girl ever stroked you? Made you cum?"

“No. Girls just….” Sawyer stopped.

“Ah ah ahhh,” Bertha said. “No withholding information.”

Sawyer sighed. “Girls think I look too young. They want older boys.” Obviously, he didn’t know what I thought about him. I guess he couldn’t. For some reason, I’d never let him know. I wondered if what was happening at that moment had ruined any possibility of Sawyer and I getting together. Damn Bertha and her biker gang of bitches.

Bertha asked in a false sympathetic way. "How about kisses? Has a girl even KISSED you?"

"No. No kisses either." Sawyer obviously knew he looked like a complete loser. I hated Bertha for making him feel that way. I wanted to yell to him that he was only fourteen. Lots of boys his age hadn't had so much as a kiss.

"This is really sad. Hmmm... what about boys?" Bertha asked with a sly glint in her eye. "And tell the truth. I'm great at spotting lies."

Sawyer said, "Boys? I don't know what you mean." He looked even more anxious.

Bertha reached down and flicked his wiener with her finger. Sawyer cried out. Bertha told him, "That was a lie. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't make me ask again."

Sawyer looked out at the crowd. Then he looked at me and the other two girls specifically. He obviously didn't want the three of us to know the answer. Just as Bertha was starting to flick him again, he said miserably, "Sometimes I do stuff... you know... with another boy." He was looking down at the ground again.

"Specifics?" Bertha prompted. She wasn’t satisfied humiliating Sawyer by stripping him naked before an audience. She was going to force him to bare himself in every way.

"Sometimes we... do each other by hand," he admitted. He paused for a long moment. "And..." he stopped and looked up at Bertha. "Please... no." She gave him a warning look. He gave a sigh. "We suck each other... you know... each other's thing." Looking up at the crowd, he added, "Not often. Just sometimes. Once a week or so. When you don't have girls, you've got to do SOMETHING." Everyone burst out laughing. This time harder than ever. I noticed even Evelyn and Tatum kinda snickered. And to be honest, I may have smiled a little. But then the situation we were all in came back to me. The situation I knew was far from over.

"There," Bertha said. "Was that so bad?" The look on Sawyer's face said that it was. Bertha said, "Now his name. Or names if there's more than one?"

"Oh, MAN," Sawyer cried. "Don't make me say." Bertha flicked his wiener again. "Ow! Ok, ok." He looked at us three girls again. That look told me we knew the boy in question. Suddenly a name came to me. "Dean,” he said. “His name is Dean. He's the only one." Yes, I was correct.

Just the day before, while a very naked Danny was kneeling before us, this was one of the many secrets we made him confess. I had once heard that some boys did things with each other when they were really horny. So I asked him if he'd ever done that, and with who. He had, and the other boy was our friend Dean. Part of my little core group of friends. Wow. Dean had not only been doing sex stuff with Danny, but with Sawyer, too. I hadn't even known Dean and Sawyer knew each other all that well. Obviously, I was wrong. They knew each other VERY well.

Evelyn, Tatum and I exchanged looks. We were all kinda in shock. And they didn’t even know about Danny doing it with Dean yet. I had kept that part out when Bertha made me tell everyone about the two times I had seen him naked.

Bertha asked, "So… you like boys? Sarah is going to be VERY disappointed."

Sawyer told her, "No. Not like that. Dean doesn't either. We're just... horny."

Another burst of laughter. Sawyer really needed to phrase his statements for less comedic effect.

I began to wonder if he was correct about Dean, though. Danny had also said he and Dean did stuff with each other about once a week. So, including Sawyer, that meant Dean played around with other boys twice a week. Or maybe more if there were other boys out there he fooled around with. Dean was either REALLY horny, or he was horny for boys specifically. But I guessed if I could remain friends with Danny after learning all his proclivities, I could still be friends with Dean.

It wasn’t like I was all that virtuous, myself. I had made Danny do some really embarrassing things on Saturday. And the very next day I was getting all excited watching Sawyer, a boy I liked, be stripped and humiliated. It made me wonder if EVERYONE had their own peculiar desires. If all the normal people you meet have their own secret abnormalities. Maybe no one was normal.

Bertha leaned down to whisper in his ear. But it was a whisper designed for everyone to hear. “Do you and Dean do more than handjobs and blowjobs?” Her eyes were all lit up. She loved doing this. “Do either of you take it in the bottom? Do you FUCK?”

“No,” Sawyer said. He paused. “We tried it once. Dean tried doing it to me. But I didn’t like it and made him stop. It felt… too personal or something. I don’t know. I just didn’t like someone being there. I couldn’t stand it.”

Bertha asked, “More personal than having his thing in your MOUTH?”

Sawyer told her, “Yeah. I know it sounds weird. But it’s true. I really, really didn’t like it… at ALL.”

Bertha had a very unsettling smile. It looked so evil it gave me the chills. For some reason, Sawyer’s dislike of ‘taking it in the bottom’ had made her disturbingly happy. It wasn’t like she could use it against him. There weren’t any guys in the gang who could to do it to him.

“Well,” she said. “I think that’s enough of that. I believe young Sawyer here promised us a demonstration of how he pumps his peter.”

“I did NOT,” Sawyer yelled. “YOU said that.” He looked at the three of us again, then asked Bertha, “You’re not really going to make me do that, are you?”

“What do YOU think, runt? Isn’t that just the kind of thing a fat biker bitch would do?”

“Oh, man. Ok… how about you make the girls turn around. Or leave. Then I’ll do it in front of you and your gang. You can make fun of me all you want. You’ll have your revenge. This whole day is already something I’ll never be able to forget. Doing it in front of you will be so much worse.”

Did Sawyer really think he could negotiate with this woman?

Bertha just smiled. Not the evil one from before, but it still wasn’t pleasant. “Why would I agree to that?” Bertha asked him. “The day will be even more unforgettable… for you AND these little girlies… after you beat your meat for them.”

When Sawyer started to argue again, Bertha reached down and held her finger and thumb poised for another flick. Sawyer shut up. “It’s showtime now,” she told him. “Don’t make me tell you again.” She nudged him forward, then came around to join the rest of us, moving in to stand between me and Evelyn. She put a big arm across each of our shoulders.

She told Evelyn, “Your friend here has already seen this before with your boy Danny. This’ll be a first for you. You always remember your first, no matter what it’s the first of.”

She looked towards Sawyer and made that growly dog sound.

Sawyer slowly took his thing in hand and started to slide it back and forth. He had to do it for a while before it started to get hard, but once it began it didn’t take long. Soon it had reached at least five inches or so, and looked really firm. Realizing he was now fully erect in front of everyone, Sawyer stopped and dropped his hand to his side. When he let go, his peter sprang up to point at the sky. He looked at Bertha, pleading, “Please. No more. I can’t stand this.”

Bertha removed her arm from my shoulders and produced that knife, flicking it open. “I can’t give you a circumcision. The doctors beat me to it. But I love to practice my whittling skills…”

Sawyer’s thing started to droop a bit. He grabbed it and started back to work, pumping it even harder.

Tatum leaned over to me. “I never knew about any of this. It’s like a whole new world.” She dropped her voice. “Will it really squirt more stuff. Stuff that isn’t pee?”

Tatum was such an innocent. Evelyn and I always talked about boys and the things they do… the things we only suspected they did… who probably had a bigger peter than whoever else… who was the best looking, all that stuff. But we never did it around Tatum because anything related to sex made her very uncomfortable.

But she was certainly getting an education that day. I told her, “It’s the stuff that makes babies if a man squirts it inside a woman.”

She looked at me in horror, then turned away. “If you’re going to make fun of me by making things up, I’m not going to talk to you,” she informed me coldly. Oh, boy.

She might not know anything about sex, but she had certainly developed a fascination with poor naked Sawyer. The smile was soon back as she watched him pumping himself. Tatum was a walking contradiction. I guess I was too. I kept bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball between excitement at watching Sawyer’s humiliating ordeal and guilt at feeling that way.

I decided to analyze all that later and just watch the show.

After a while, I felt Bertha’s arm across my shoulder again. I guess she had put her knife away. She told us, “He’s lasting a lot longer than I would’ve thought. Especially for a kid who does it as much as he does. But he’s getting close. You learn to tell the signs. Get ready.” Sawyer’s pumping had become almost frantic. He was making little breathy noises that kinda sounded like ‘Oh oh oh uh uh’. His face looked almost like he was in pain.

Danny hadn’t gone through this stage. His peter always got so excited his stuff would just squirt out of him all by itself. He’d assured us that didn’t happen at home. He could make it last a long time. But he’d discovered when girls were around, his peter was overwhelmed. He was really embarrassed about that lack of control.

Sawyer had the opposite problem. He was mortified at having to do it in front of us, but it was taking a long time to get to the finish line. The longer it took, the longer he had to stand there. But if Bertha was correct, it would soon be all over… in more ways than one as it turned out.

Sawyer’s eyes had been closed, but he suddenly opened them. He cried out, “Oh, God!” He arched his back and started pumping harder and faster. He let out a wordless cry. Long, thick strings of his stuff started shooting out of his peter, arcing into the air. I was directly in front of him, and way too close. I tried to back up in a hurry, but the bikers were crowded right up against my back. I had thought I was at a safe distance from watching Danny’s ejaculations, but Sawyer had much greater range. I ended up with a line of sticky goo from the collar of my blouse all the way down to one of my tennis shoes. After the first burst got me, I managed to shrug off Bertha’s arm and dodge to the side.

Luckily for Sawyer, the next three strings of stuff fell shorter so he didn’t hit any of the biker women who had been behind me.

I looked down at the mess he had made. Damn. Now I knew how Brandi had felt when Danny exploded all over her. But I didn’t have any other clothes to change into as she had.

Over to my left, Bertha was checking her jacket and jeans for any splatters. She had made it through unscathed. Once again, Sawyer had lucked out. Evelyn had been too far from the line of fire to be in danger. On the other side of me, Tatum hadn’t gotten around to checking herself. She was still staring at Sawyer with her hand over her mouth again. It couldn’t hide that big open-mouthed smile. She had definitely liked what she saw. Her parents were going to have their work cut out for them bringing her back into the fold.

As for Sawyer, he had collapsed to his knees. His face still showed how intense his orgasm had been. His eyes were glassy and his mouth was hanging open. I saw he was still clutching his peter between his thighs. He was still pumping himself, but much more slowly. Stuff was dribbling out of him. I don’t think he was aware he was doing it. He didn’t seem aware of anything except the feeling between his legs. Danny had told me it still felt good to play with it even after if had released its load. Sawyer was milking it for all the pleasure he could get.

The biker gang had been cheering and applauding since the first burst of boy stuff. They really were a bunch of buffoons. Dangerous, but still buffoons.

Bertha looked me over. She smirked and said, “I guess you’ve had your first sexual encounter with your little boyfriend. Don’t worry. That happens a lot with boys his age. I remember my first time with a boy.” She smiled, reminiscing. “We were both thirteen. I was about twice his size. I dragged him behind a barn and got his pants and undies down. He cried and squealed like a stuck pig. Acted like he didn’t want it. But he was a boy, and boys always want it. I told him if he didn’t shut up, I was going to stuff his mouth full of horse manure. He stopped squealing, but kept crying. Once I felt up his balls and tugged on his peter a few times, it stiffened up quick and showed what a liar he was. Then the little shit came all over my jeans. I gave him a bloody nose, then finished stripping his clothes off. I grabbed him by the back of his skinny neck and told him he’d better not fight me or I’d squeeze and pop his head off like a cork. I marched him two miles across the fields to his house with him crying and begging the whole way for me to let him go. I pushed him through the kitchen door right in front of his mommy and daddy. I threw him on the floor. Boy, were they shocked. Then I told them how he had accosted me behind the barn. Jumped on me stark naked and knocked me down. Made me lay there while he jacked it all over me. I showed them the proof on my jeans. He was squalling and saying it was all lies. When I left them, they were beating the hell out of him and screaming like crazy.”

Bertha sighed. “Oh, to be young again.” She looked me up and down. “Back to the immediate situation… young Sawyer has a lot to answer for.”

I begged her, “Please don’t hurt him. He didn’t mean to do it.”

“They never do, honey. But I’ll go easy on him for your sake.” She looked over at Sawyer, who was finally starting to come out of his daze. “Hey, nekkid boy. Get your ass over here.”

He staggered to his feet. He still looked kinda groggy. Surely having an orgasm didn’t affect him like this every time. That would surely cause brain damage. I wondered if being forced to do such a private thing before spectators had somehow increased the intensity of it. Maybe all the other feelings of the day… embarrassment, shame, anger… had all merged with the sensation of ejaculating to completely overwhelm him.

As Sawyer approached us very timidly, he noticed he was still holding his thing. His eyes widened and he let go. He said, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” When he stopped in front of Bertha and me, I saw that a long string of his stuff was still hanging down from his thing.

I cleared my throat, and pointed. “You’ve got a… uh… you’re still dripping a bit.”

Sawyer looked down. “Oh, God.” He blushed again. He ran his finger over the end of his peter. Now the string was hanging from the finger. He looked disgusted and flicked it away, then wiped his hand on his leg. He said, mostly to himself, “I’m never going to get over this. This is so humiliating.” He looked at Bertha with pure anguish on his face. “Why are you doing this to me? I know I was wrong with what I said. But I paid for that quite a while back.” His chin started to tremble.

Bertha told him, “You’ll have paid for it when I say it’s done. You’re not even close yet. And don’t start blubbering again. It’s fun to watch for a while, but it gets old.” She turned and indicated my clothes. “You desecrated your little girlfriend here. I think you need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness.”

Sawyer looked at his handiwork. “Oh, God. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Bertha snapped, “I said on your knees.”

Sawyer sighed and dropped down in front of me. He made his apology again, but it didn’t sound as spontaneous. The first time was genuine. The second was just repeating the words under orders.

“Now that you’re down there,” Bertha said, “You can start cleaning up your nasty mess.”

Sawyer asked, “How?”

Bertha smiled. “Use your tongue. Lick it off. From her little sneaker all the way up. And if you look like you’re enjoying it, I’ll turn the rest of my girls on you. They’ve been champing at the bit since we started.” There was aloud rumble of agreement.

Bertha said, “I know you’ve tasted Dean’s spooge. Ever try your own?” Sawyer shook his head. “Well good, you’re in for new experience. Get to it.”

Sawyer had learned that arguing and crying did no good. He just bent down and… after a long hesitation that surely tested Bertha’s patience… started licking his stuff off my shoe. Then the cuff of my jeans. He slowly worked his way up my leg. I got a really strange feeling watching him do this. I was embarrassed, of course. And I felt really bad for Sawyer, having to do something so demeaning. Even though it WAS his stuff he was licking off. But it was also kinda exciting. I mean, a boy was LICKING me, even if it was just my clothes. And I think most of the excitement was because he was being forced to do it. Like he was my slave or something. I know it’s awful, but I can’t deny it.

Then there was a problem. Sawyer stopped licking, and I saw why. When the line of stuff reached the top of my thigh, it angled off to the inside, right across my zipper, before going on up to my blouse. If Sawyer continued, he’d be licking my crotch. I heard Evelyn say quietly, “Oh, my.” That seemed to be the phrase of the day.

Sawyer looked up at me, then over at Bertha. She was enjoying this. The bikers had crowded all around us even closer, too.

Bertha snapped, “Go on, do it. And I’ll be watching your cock. If it gets the least little bit hard, I might just remove it. You’ve offended this little lady enough already.”

Sawyer made a little gulping sound. Bertha seemed quite capable of doing exactly what she said. He went back to licking, but much more quickly this time. I don’t know if he wanted to quickly get past that area for my sake, or if he was afraid he actually would start getting hard.

He made his way up my blouse till he reached my chest. Luckily the line of stuff went right up the middle so he wasn’t licking directly on one of my breasts. After a slight hesitation, he continued up to my collar. Then there was another complication.

Sawyer was just about face to face with me now, even though I was a little taller than him. Due to the nature of the work he was doing, he was only about an inch away from me. He said, “Um… there’s a little of it on your neck.” I could feel his breath as he spoke.

I hadn’t known any of his stuff had reached bare skin. But now that it had been brought to my attention, I could feel it there. Sawyer looked at Bertha. He needed permission to go further. Putting his tongue to my skin was going to be a lot more intimate.

Bertha told him, “Go for it, Champ.”

Sawyer leaned his face into my neck, almost like a vampire about to suck my blood. I could smell his slight sweatiness. But it wasn’t bad. When his wet tongue touched my skin, I felt a hot wave run through my entire body. I shuddered. Sawyer whispered, “I’m sorry.” He must’ve thought I had done this in revulsion at being licked. But it was quite the opposite.

I heard Bertha laugh. I looked at her as she gave me that smirk and a wink. She obviously hadn’t misconstrued my reaction. Damn. I didn’t like her knowing what aroused me. That was personal.

Sawyer finished and stepped back… way too soon if you asked ME. He suddenly got a horrified expression on his face and looked down. I looked too. His thing was getting hard again. In just a few seconds, it was pointing upwards.

He looked over at Bertha. “I… I… I… I…” was all he could manage to say.

Bertha waved her hand dismissively. “Relax, horny boy. You were finished with cleanup duty. You JUST squeaked by.” Sawyer almost collapsed with relief.

While I looked down to see how well cleanup duty had gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sawyer getting aroused by licking my neck. Wow.

Unfortunately, my clothes were still a mess. He had got the thicker stuff off, but there was no way to remove it all without soap and water. And I had a trail of saliva all the way up. It remained to be seen how it would all look once everything dried. As hot as the day was, that wouldn’t take long.

Bertha told Sawyer, “You’re actually in the perfect state for the next round of fun and games. Now that you’ve demonstrated how a peter is pumped, these girls know just what to do.”

Sawyer groaned miserably.

Bertha looked at the three of us. “Who wants to go first?”

I was amazed when Tatum immediately raised her hand. “Me,” she said in a small voice.

Bertha and all the other bikers burst into laughter that went on and on. Bertha finally gasped out, “I think we’ve created a monster.” Tatum stood there looking uncomfortable through it all, but still kept a look of anticipation in her eyes.

Once most of the merriment had died down, Bertha waved her hand towards Sawyer and said, “Go for it, honey.”

Tatum almost pounced on the poor boy. She grabbed his thing in what was obviously too strong of a grip. Sawyer cried out, “Owwwww.” She started jerking it forcefully, staring down at it the whole time with that huge smile. Sawyer was practically writhing with pain. Each time Tatum would jerk it forward, Sawyer’s whole body would be pulled off balance. Bertha actually stepped in to say, “Don’t pull it completely off, honey. The other girls want their turn.”

Tatum reluctantly turned down the ferocity. I wasn’t surprised to see that Sawyer had lost most of his erection. But after a minute or so of softer strokes, it got hard again. He kept his eyes shut and his head turned away. His hands were at his sides, clenched into fists.

When that time arrived, Sawyer gasped out, “There, there. I’m about to do it.” Tatum had the presence of mind to step aside a bit while continuing to pump him. He arched his back again, though not as much as before. Then he started squirting, but there wasn’t nearly as much stuff as the first time. I guess a boy’s balls can only hold so much.

That didn’t seem to matter to Tatum. She was ecstatic at what her hand had produced. Sawyer looked at her resentfully. She was enjoying his predicament far too much.

As she started stepping back, Sawyer said, “You… you’ve got to…there’s always a little bit left in there. You have to squeeze it out.” His blush was back in a big way.

Tatum was more than happy to comply. She grabbed him by the thing again and pulled. As he said, a little more stuff came out. She kept on pumping on it long after the last dregs were released. Bertha told her, “I think the well has run dry, honey.”

Bertha gave Sawyer around ten minutes to recover, then looked at Evelyn. “Your turn.” Evelyn didn’t argue, but she clearly wasn’t enthusiastic as Tatum had been. She apologized to Sawyer as she had when she helped undress him. Sawyer’s thing was soft when she took it in her hand. She began stroking it slowly.

It took a long while before his peter started to respond. I had been starting to worry that he couldn’t get hard for a third time in a row. After Tatum’s attack, he might never get hard again. I had no idea how Bertha would react to having her fun end prematurely. Thankfully, Sawyer finally started getting hard again. After a couple of minutes, Sawyer told Evelyn, “There, there. Move, move.”

He didn’t produce much at all this time. One little squirt. Evelyn gave it the few extra strokes to get any remaining stuff out of him, but only a little drop came out. It hung there, then stretched out to hang about a foot below his peter. As he started to wipe it away like before, Bertha told him, “Let it hang there. You look kinda cute like that.” Sawyer sighed.

Bertha looked at me sympathetically. “Looks like your boy ran out of juice before you got your turn. But don’t worry. I promised you a special reward earlier. And Bertha keeps her promises. But first, my girls have been very patient. It’s time for them to have THEIR fun.” She then gave the three of us a warning look. “Don’t even think about trying to leave. Even if you manage to get away, young Sawyer will pay the price for it.”

The biker gang, including Bertha, suddenly surged around a very startled Sawyer. They picked him up and carried him over about ten feet, then plopped him onto the ground. As he lay on his back looking stunned, they crouched all around him, blocking most of him from view. It looked almost like a football huddle. The bikers were certainly all big enough to be football players.

They dogpiled onto him, laughing and jeering. I have no idea what all they did. It went on for a while. We could occasionally hear Sawyer’s voice above the noises they were making. “Oh, NO… Oh my GOD… Please… Don’t do that… You can’t… Please, oh please…” We could see his bare feet sticking out occasionally as he struggled and they manhandled him. Sometimes his feet would be pointing up, sometimes down.

After a while, we all sat down in a row to watch. I was so afraid when the huddle dispersed we’d see what was left of Sawyer… just bones and bloody scraps of flesh. I wouldn’t be surprised if that pack of jackals devoured him alive.

I told Tatum, “You’re the religious one… though you seem to have lapsed a bit. Still… pray they don’t kill him.” Tatum looked at me and nodded. She was starting to look ashamed of her earlier behavior.

Then something changed. The gang stood up, still blocking our view. I heard Bertha say, “On your hands and knees, kid.” I could see just a little of Sawyer through the gaps between their legs. His bare skin made him more visible. But I still couldn’t tell what was going on. I heard Sawyer cry out, “No, no, nooo. You can’t do that. Please.”

I didn’t see Bertha among the ones who were standing. She must’ve been doing something to Sawyer. I heard him gasp, then make a long series of sounds. “Oh, oh, oww, oh no, ohhhh, ohhhh, nooo.” It went on and on. The bikers were hollering and whooping.

It all stopped for a minute. One of the standing bikers moved forward and Bertha took her place. Then it all started again. The hollering, the jeering, and Sawyer’s pitiful cries. I wanted to run get help. Or just run. But fear had me rooted in place. All three of us were crying now. It was horrible enough knowing they were doing something awful to Sawyer. It was worse not knowing what that something was. And I didn’t have enough knowledge or experience to even guess at what it could be.

It continued till all the bikers had their turn at whatever they were doing. Then they started moving apart. Finally we could see Sawyer. He was still on his knees, with his bottom up and his head laying facedown on the ground. He was facing away from us, so his position was very undignified. We could see his balls hanging below his bottom. And worse, we could see right up his bottom crack. I felt so sorry for him. The only part of his anatomy we hadn’t already seen was on full display.

Tatum had her hand over her mouth again, but there was no smile behind it. “That’s his… his… you can see his…” She couldn’t finish.

The grass all around Sawyer had been gouged up. I could see his fingers and toes were still dug into the dirt.

Bertha approached me. “Since we’ve found ourselves in this great state of Texas, and since Texas is renowned for its rodeos… we decided to have a rodeo of our own. Now it’s YOUR turn. You get to ride the pony.” I had no idea what she meant. She continued, “I know you’d rather this little pony rode YOU, but you’re going to have to settle for the other way around. Who knows? You might find you like it.”

I noticed then she was holding something. A very strange contraption. I finally recognized one part of it. It looked like a peter with an erection. For a moment I felt like I was in an episode of that Twilight Zone show, only it was all twisted up in some strange sexual way. Once I had identified that peter, the rest of the parts started falling into place in my mind. There were straps to hold in place for someone to wear it. And there was another part that stuck out from the base of the peter, pointed in the opposite direction. It took a moment for me to realize where that part went. If a woman was wearing the peter, that other part went… in her you-know-where.

And I understood what ‘riding the pony’ meant. If one end went in the woman, the other end… the peter… went in poor Sawyer. That’s what they had been doing. Taking turns doing it to Sawyer. Doing the thing he’d said he couldn’t stand when Dean tried it.

“Your turn, cowgirl,” Bertha said.

I won’t go into detail about the rest of it. At least up to the part where the bikers finally left. I’ll just say I fought like hell till they finally got that contraption on me. Considering where one part of it went, it was humiliating. Then Bertha told me what would happen to all of us if I didn’t ride the pony. Sawyer, not even lifting his head up, said, “Just do it. It doesn’t matter now. They’ve all done it. Just get it over with.”

Afterwards, when it was just me, Evelyn, Tatum and Sawyer left in that little clearing, we sat for a long time without speaking. Sawyer had told us he was fine. He’d survive. We all knew he wasn’t fine, but there was nothing we could do about it. I told him it was ok if he needed to cry. He said he was all cried out. Then he cried some more. I pulled his head down onto my shoulder.

He was still naked. The bikers had taken his clothes with them. They hadn’t even left his underwear for me as a souvenir. Contrary to what Bertha claimed, she did NOT always keep her promises.

Sawyer had certainly gotten the worst of the ordeal. But in truth, none of us were fine. But we had each other. We had friends, and that would help.

Speaking of friends, I told Sawyer he was in desperate need of some new ones. Hudson and Dylan had proved their worth when they screamed and ran away, leaving him to face the deranged biker gang all on his own. I told him our little core group… me, Evelyn, Tatum, Brandi, Danny, and Dean… could always use one more. You can never have too many friends. He nodded his head where it still rested on my shoulder.

By the time Evelyn’s mother (along with Tatum’s mother just to make it more awkward for Sawyer) came to pick us up, we had devised a story to explain Sawyer’s conspicuous lack of clothes. A group of older boys from across the city had shown up in the park. They were picking on Sawyer and had finally stripped him and stolen his clothes. We succeeded in convincing the moms not to call the police. We had no idea who the boys were, and it would just be all that much more embarrassing for Sawyer to get the police involved. Of course, there was still his own mother to convince.

My clothes still had an incriminating trail from top to bottom, so I had rubbed dirt all over my front to camouflage it. We explained that I had chased after the mean boys to try and retrieve Sawyer’s clothes, and had fallen face first in the dirt of the baseball field.

Sawyer’s mother wouldn’t be home for another two hours, so he had a long, uncomfortable ride to Evelyn’s house. The moms made him sit up front between them while we girls sat in the back. Tatum’s mother wouldn’t let him put his hands over his lap to cover up because he’d be touching himself where boys shouldn’t. And she kept turning around to tell Tatum that there would be a long list of Bible verses to memorize so any impure thoughts brought on by the sight of a naked boy would be banished from her soul. I wondered what her mom would think if she’d seen the look in Tatum’s eye as she tugged on Sawyer’s peter.

Once we arrived, the moms hustled Sawyer into the bathroom to check him over thoroughly for any injuries the mean boys from across town might have inflicted on him. Then they bathed him with equal thoroughness while he stood in the tub insisting he could do it himself. He told me later that having two concerned moms fussing over his naked self was embarrassing as hell. But it was a different kind of embarrassment than what the bikers had caused. I got the impression the moms’ attentions had been kinda comforting. Not that a boy Sawyer’s age would ever admit to that.

Sawyer sat around in a borrowed robe till his mother arrived with more clothes. She dragged him off to the bathroom to conduct her own examination before she’d let him get dressed. Everyone could hear his, “Mommmmmmmm.” Poor Sawyer.

She agreed that no police should be involved. The bullies in the park may have been a bit extreme in stripping Sawyer, but it was still just boys being boys.

At the next gathering of my newly enlarged circle of friends, we told everyone the tale of the bikers. We figured everyone should know because, being friends, it concerned everyone. That’s when Dean learned we now knew he and Danny AND he and Sawyer fooled around with each other once a week or so. Dean and Danny were both quite embarrassed this had become common knowledge within the group. Danny didn’t like his other proclivities being exposed either, but he agreed I had no choice in revealing it to the bikers.

Brandi and I told Danny we had agreed to consider his debt paid in full. No more once a month encounters in the treehouse. After the experience with the bikers and what they did to Sawyer, I wanted no part in forcing someone, especially a friend, to do something against his will. Danny told us we never forced him to do anything. And embarrassing as it was, it was also fun. And it gave him lots of material to work with later when he lay in bed and played with himself.

And he agreed that the three extra girls didn’t need to be the same girls every time. It would be horribly embarrassing to see all those various girls afterwards in school. And that, too, would give him lots to work with later in bed.

Evelyn and Tatum demanded to be included in the treehouse adventures. Dean asked if he might be allowed to watch also. That’s all the confirmation I needed for my question of his particular orientation.

I have a weird bunch of friends. And I fit right in.

The weekend after the biker encounter, someone beat the total crap out of Hudson and Dylan. Busted them up really good. They refused to say who did it. But Dean showed up at school on Monday with injured knuckles. I don’t think I mentioned… Dean is REALLY big.

Tatum profusely apologized to Sawyer for taking advantage of his situation. She told him it was no excuse, but she thinks she had her first experience with what had been so forbidden… a boy… and just went overboard for a while. Sawyer accepted her apology very graciously. He said she was as much a victim as any of us. And he admitted the whole ordeal started when he went overboard himself. I told you he was a nice guy. And now that the two jerks were out of his life, he ought to remain that way.

I don’t know if anything will develop between me and Sawyer. Time will tell. If nothing else, I have him in my life as a friend. And as I said, you can never have too many of those.

Anyway, that’s all I have for now.

Hope to hear from you soon.

—- Sarah.