Terrible Tad 16

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Terrible Tad 16: An Audio Adventure

by PatrickNaked

For quite a number of weeks, most of the entertainment at the Society’s story time had been incidents of our own making. There was nothing wrong with this, of course. Experiencing something first hand will always be more involving than hearing a third person account. And with the stories we had engineered, we got to live them as they occurred AND relate and rehash them afterwards during story time. Double the fun.

But I was starting to miss the old days, before the Society had a name. We used to have to settle for stories gleaned from outside sources. Sometimes these accounts were few and far between. This made them all that much more precious when they found their way to our eager ears.

This nostalgic longing inspired me to come up with a new scheme to keep things fresh. And I NEEDED something fresh… something to divert my attention away from a growing agitation that threatened to occupy my every waking moment… and my dreams as well. Where I once had unsettling but undeniably sexy dreams of Tad, there now was a formless horror that pursued me through the darkened hours before dawn. I would rise in the morning more exhausted than when I had gone to sleep the night before.

Ellie had recently acquired a nifty new device to assist Annette in her meticulous chronicle keeping… a battery powered portable reel to reel tape recorder. Just as Ellie’s Polaroid camera was ostensibly to photograph wildlife, the recorder was to capture bird calls. Her parents were enthusiastic in their support of their nature loving daughter, and gladly funded the enterprise. Anything to keep her mind off of boys.

Ellie had to take a few legitimate nature photos to keep up the facade, but the majority were more au naturel than nature. Now she would have to record a few actual birdcalls, too.

We had briefly considered the possibility of an 8mm movie camera to supplement the Polaroid. The new ones came with sound recording capabilities. The thought of being able to make our own motion pictures with unwilling actors made us salivate excessively. But, unlike the Polaroid, the 8mm film had to be sent to a lab for processing. That, of course, would never do. If Hammond had a local lab, we might have been able to lure a technician… preferably a young and cute one… into one of our traps, then blackmail him into processing our films. But the nearest facility was in Dallas, well out of our reach. The reel to reel recorder would have to suffice. At least for the moment.

My new idea was a variation of our original modus operandi. We would acquire new stories about embarrassed boys… stories we hadn’t been directly involved in. But instead of obtaining them through third parties, we’d procure them straight from the source… the embarrassed boy. And with Ellie’s new reel to reel recorder, we’d have his tearful recitation of his most awful occurrence to play again and again. And again.

A boy named Mitchell provided our first audio adventure. None of us knew him. He attended the school across town. The Society had ventured out en masse early on a Saturday morning in search of prey. The whole gang was in attendance… Me, Tracie, Ellie, Annette, Tina, Patricia, Monica, Donna, Barb and Linda. We even had two of our younger trainees, Sarah and Ava. We had intended to go out to the woods in search of quarry. It usually provided a fertile hunting ground. Boys loved the woods. I liked the area because we had a well-hidden, little known clearing we used for our activities. There was also an old abandoned shack we had recently found and made good use of.

If we hadn’t located any prey within a hour or two, we had other areas, like the public pool, we could stake out to catch a lone boy arriving or leaving. Usually we had a more comprehensive plan in place, but I had only just devised this new scheme, and hadn’t had time for extensive preparations.

We had congregated at Barb’s house, so had a couple of miles to cover before reaching the woods. Halfway there, Lady Luck guided a boy right into our clutches. Mitchell. He was on a bicycle but was stationary, straddling it at the edge of an intersection. He was looking about himself, clearly lost. In one of those moments where our minds worked in perfect harmony to form one big brain, we all said in unison, “Him.”

We would later learn that Mitchell was fourteen years old and was in the ninth grade. He lived on the north side… part of Hammond I had never seen, despite living in that town all my life. I briefly thought of how I liked to see myself as grown up and worldly wise when I controlled and contorted the lives of these boys. But in truth, I didn’t even know most of my own hometown. That thought made me feel like a little girl. I’d decide later if Mitchell was going to suffer for inflicting that feeling.

He looked over at us as we approached. He may have thought it odd to see as large a group as ours, all female, out for an early morning stroll… but he wasn’t alarmed. Had we been boys, he might have been more wary. As others before him, he would pay a heavy price for his chauvinism.

I spoke once we reached him. He didn’t even notice that the other girls casually surrounded him, cutting off any attempts at escape. “Hi,” I said brightly. “You look like you’re lost. Can we help?”

He smiled. “Sure. Thanks.” He had short brown hair and hazel eyes. There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and over his nose. Those cheeks dimpled when he smiled. Thank you, Lady Luck, for sending us this cutie. “I decided to just kind of wander around today and see parts of town I’ve never been to before. But I got kind of lost.” He looked sheepish at this admission.

I asked him his address. When he supplied it, I said, “Sure. I know where that is. A few blocks over is a street that’ll take you almost all the way there. It’s a bit complicated to find. Just follow us. We were heading in that direction, anyway.” I looked at his bicycle. “Why don’t you get off and walk it?”

As the grateful boy dismounted, I leaned over and whispered to Ellie, “The factory.” She nodded and relayed this to Donna. Donna told the next girl, who told the next… on and on till everyone knew our destination. Mitchell was oblivious to this conspiracy unfolding around him.

After zigzagging through the neighborhood for about fifteen minutes, we reached the boundary where it blurred into a more industrial district. I kept Mitchell occupied with questions about his school, his life… anything to keep his brain busy so no suspicions could set in. I probably needn’t have bothered. He didn’t see us as a threat. Again, I thought of what an excellent camouflage our female selves gave us. Mitchell never would’ve followed a gang of strange boys into an unknown area, especially one so derelict and dubious looking as where we now found ourselves.

Later, after hearing his story, I wondered that he wasn’t more cautious. He had experience in how girls could be as duplicitous and despicable as boys. Some people never learn.

All the industry in this area was a thing of the past. It had died before I was born. The businesses were shuttered. The big, hulking buildings were all empty shells. In the middle of it all, across a few weed-choked, cracked asphalt lots, was the factory.

Tad had found it years ago while out on one of his adventures. He had dragged Tracie, Ellie and me to it the next day, telling us the whole way how fantastic it was. We were reminded once again how differently he saw the world than the rest of us. He saw a wondrous playground within its walls. A mysterious lost world to be explored. The ultimate locale for endless games of hide and seek. We saw a dusty, dirty, and probably dangerous abandoned building. Tad had been outraged at our complete lack of enthusiasm. “Girls are STUPID,” he yelled.

Recently, I had come to belated agreement that it was a prime location for having fun… but not the kind of fun Tad had in mind. It was private and secluded, surrounded by blocks and blocks of equally empty buildings. The Society could bring a boy here and not have to threaten him into silence while we had our way with him. He could scream and cry all he wanted. The outside world would never know.

I had brought the other girls here a few weeks before. It took only half a day to prepare a nice play area. One wall of the cavernous main room, at least forty feet tall, was composed entirely of windows which let in a wealth of light. Many of the panes had been broken through years of vandalization. We swept up the glass from the concrete floor. We scavenged chairs from the factory’s abandoned offices, arranging them in a semi-circle, facing away from the windows. We found a table and positioned it in front of the chairs. The stage was set.

Now we had another base of operations in case we found ourselves in that part of town with a victim to torment. I really owed Tad a big ‘Thank You’, but would never be able to extend it for obvious reasons.

We hadn’t yet had a chance to avail ourselves of the premises. Until that Saturday morning. Mitchell had the honor of being the first. His tears would christen the Society’s new annex.

As naive as he was, Mitchell started to become obviously uneasy as we ventured further into that desolate, deserted part of town. “Are you sure you know where we’re going?” he asked. Then he stopped. We all came to a stop around him. None of us spoke. There was no need to carry on the charade. We were only a few feet from the big breach in the chain link fence that surrounded the factory.

Full realization came too late to Mitchell. Actually, it was too late for him the moment we saw him looking like a lost waif at that intersection. He tried to scramble onto his bicycle, but we were on him in an instant. It was a coordinated attack. We had become quite good at this.

We dragged the screaming, struggling boy into the factory. Sarah took charge of his bicycle. It put up much less of a fuss. Once we had him down on the concrete floor, held there by his arms and legs, I casually reached down and pinched his wiener through his jeans… not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention. He stopped struggling, but I continued to hold it. I liked the feel of it between my fingers. And the look on his face my touching produced. He said, “You… you’re touching my… my… you know… my...”

“Actually,” I told him. “I’m NOT touching it. I’m only touching your pants. But if you’d like, I can unzip you and pull it out. Then we ALL can touch it.” I gave him a smile. “And see it, too.”

His face, red from exertion, suddenly paled. “What?” he cried. “No. NOOO. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because we’re bored. And we want you to tell us a story.” Poor Mitchell looked very confused. “You see my friend Ellie over there?” Ellie was setting her portable recorder and a microphone on the table we had commandeered. “She’s going to turn on that recorder and you’re going to tell us the story of the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you. Aside from being kidnapped by twelve girls and whatever else might happen to you today. And I really hope, for your sake, that it’s entertaining. If it isn’t… or if you refuse to cooperate… THIS is what’s going to happen to you.”

At that point, I produced a stack of Polaroid prints. I had chosen some of the most degrading ones in our collection. Closeups of bottomholes, wieners and ballsacks. Tearful boys looking into the lens, their faces twisted in anguish as they furiously pumped their peters. Ellie had even managed to capture shots of their stuff spitting into the air, frozen in time by the camera. I had intended to hold my hand over the faces so no boy could ever know who else had suffered at our hands. Couldn’t have them getting together to compare notes. But since Mitchell went to a different school, I decided to take a chance he didn’t know any of the boys in the photos. And some of the most compelling pics captured the pure misery of humiliation that would be lost without the faces in view.

While the other girls continued to hold him down, I sat on him with my legs straddling his waist… much as I had done to Tad when I tickled him under the tree. I held out the photos one by one and made him look at them all. Halfway through, he refused to go any further. I had to reach behind me and pull the zipper of his jeans down as a warning before he’d continue. “Y’all are MONSTERS,” he cried once he had finished.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Keep that in mind. If we let you up, are you going to be good?” I asked. “If you try to run, we WILL catch you. We WILL overpower you. We WILL strip you naked and take photos like the ones you just looked at. Then, you’ll be the example we show to the next boy we capture. What’s it going to be?”

Mitchell turned away from me, but everywhere he looked was the face of another grimly determined girl. Looking back at me, he asked, “Just tell you about an embarrassing incident? That’s all? Then you let me go?” I nodded in confirmation. He sighed. “Ok. I know just the one.”

INQUISITOR: Stand next to a table and face the assemblage. Speak loudly and clearly so the microphone can pick it all up. We don’t want to miss a word. And be descriptive. We don’t want the Cliff Notes version. Give us every detail. And, by the way, it had better be a TRUE story. Don’t just make something up. If we think you’re lying so you won’t end up in some of those photos… well, you’ll end up in some of those photos.

MITCHELL: Ok, ok. You don’t have to keep threatening me. I’m nervous enough as it is.

This happened a couple of months ago. It was the middle of gym class. We were playing dodge ball… which I absolutely hate. All of a sudden… well… I had to… go to the restroom. And not to pee. I had to go like crazy.

GENERAL LAUGHTER

MITCHELL: Yeah, real funny. Like girls don’t ever have to go. Anyway, I had known I had to go before gym, but I thought I could wait. There’s a restroom down the hall from my geography class I prefer to use, cause it’s usually empty. The boys’ restrooms don’t have doors on the stalls, and I just hate that. There’s always some jerk who stops to stare at you while you’re sitting there and says, ‘Everything coming out ok?’ Then he laughs like that hasn’t been said a million times before. It’s worse when it’s two or three guys.

Anyway, I told Coach Raynor I had to go. Bad. At first he said I couldn’t leave. I think he thought I was faking to get out of dodge ball. But I told him the next time I got hit with the ball, there was going to be crap everywhere. I guess he could see how desperate I looked, so he let me go.

We have two gyms… one for the boys, one for the girls. There’s a short hallway between them. When you come out of the boys’ gym, both locker room doors are on the left wall. The main entrance to the gym area is on the right. The girls’ gym is straight ahead.

INQUISITOR: We don’t need the layout of the entire school.

MITCHELL: Jeez. I’m just setting the scene. Anyway, once I got out of the gym, I started almost running to the locker room. But a couple of older guys… juniors… were talking in the hallway. They saw me and how frantic I was and instantly knew the reason. So they decided it’d be super funny to grab me and toss me into the girls’ locker room. They didn’t even have to talk it over. Bullies all think alike. So they threw me in, then held the door closed so I couldn’t get back out.

I beat on the door and yelled at them, but they just laughed. I threw myself at the door. It barely budged. But doing that made me have to go all that much worse. I decided “To hell with it’. It was the middle of gym class, the locker room would be empty. I could just go use the girls’ toilet and get back to the gym. The jerks would be gone by then… they don’t have long attention spans. No one would ever know.

So I turned around to go on in. There’s a wall there you have to go around. It’s so no one can see into the locker room when the door is opened. I went around and saw the lockers straight ahead, and the showers off to the right. That’s when it really hit me for real. I was in the girls’ locker room. Forbidden territory. This was where they all undressed and took showers. I got… Anyway, I looked around for the restr…

INQUISITOR: Hold on. You were about to say something, then you stopped. What was it?

MITCHELL: I was just saying I looked for the restroom.

INQUISITOR: Nope. Lie to us again and your pictures are joining our collection. Not to mention all the other things we’ll do to you. And make you do to yourself.

MITCHELL: … but… but…

INQUISITOR: And you don’t know who else will see those photos besides us. We have friends all over. Do you want to always wonder which girls at your school have seen photos of you naked? And doing it? Closeups of your most intimate areas?

MITCHELL: Ok, Ok. I get it. It’s just…

INQUISITOR: You have three seconds.

MITCHELL: OK! I got kind of hard. You know… my thing got hard. You know about things getting hard?

INQUISITOR: We know about things getting hard.

MITCHELL: Oh. Good. I didn’t want to have to explain it. This is already bad enough. Anyway, when I thought about all those girls being sweaty and naked together. And taking showers together. I wondered what it’d be like to be right in the middle of all that. But… you know… invisible or something. I got hard. Are you happy now?

INQUISITOR: Very. Continue.

MITCHELL: So I thought ‘Great’. That’s all I need. Anyway, their locker room is just like the boys’, only reversed. The coach’s office is kind of stuck into one corner. It has two walls facing into the locker room. There’s a door in one. The rest of the two walls are all windows. Kind of like the windows here behind y’all right now. Except they have blinds on the inside.

The office actually has two doors… one into the locker room, and a second one out into another school hallway.

INQUISITOR: We’re getting into architecture again.

MITCHELL: It’s important to the story.

The blinds in the boys’ coach’s office aren’t closed all the way very often. Coach keeps them about half open so he can make sure no horseplay is going on. But anyone coming in from the other door, the one to the outside, can see into the locker room just like the coach can. My sister is an office aide for third period. She’s told me when she delivers a note to the coach at the beginning or end of class, she’s seen boys undressing. Sometimes all the way naked. It’s hard to see into the office from the locker room through those blinds, so you never know who might be in there. I’ve been paranoid every time I change and shower ever since my sister told me that. I’m always wondering if some office aide or female teacher can see me.

Anyway, I wasn’t thinking about anything like that at the time. It was the middle of class. I figured no one would be in the office. So I didn’t even look in that direction. All I knew was that I had to go BAD, and now I was also… you know… hard.

But still, I couldn’t help but hang around looking for just a while. I mean, there were girls changing clothes right where I was standing just thirty minutes before. And they’d be back to get naked and shower thirty minutes later. I was getting lightheaded thinking about it.

I suddenly snapped out of it. I had to get moving. I needed to do my business and get back to the gym before Coach came looking for me.

I was just going around the back of the lockers to where the restroom is, when I heard a woman yell at me, “Stop right there, young man.” I almost crapped my gym shorts right then and there. It turns out one of the girls has asthma really bad and can’t do gym stuff. So she’s the coach’s aide during that period. She works in the coach’s office filing papers and stuff. She couldn’t see the hall door from where she was sitting, so she didn’t see the other guys throw me in or me trying to get back out. But she saw me come around the corner when I entered the locker room. She immediately ran out the other office door to go get her coach from the girls’ gym.

When I heard that voice, I knew it was Coach Wallner. She’s big. And mean. And she doesn’t like boys. She looks at every boy like he’s personally responsible for everything that’s gone wrong in her life. I knew I should turn around, but I was still kind of hard. Actually, REALLY hard. There was no hiding it. I was already in enough trouble being where I wasn’t supposed to be. She yelled, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I took the bottom of my gym shirt with both hands and pulled it down to cover my hard-on… that’s what it’s called… if you didn’t know… a hard-on.

INQUISITOR: We’re aware of the term and its definition. But since we’re on the subject… how long does it get?

MITCHELL: …

INQUISITOR: I asked you a question. How long does your thing get when you have a hard-on? Don’t try to tell me you haven’t measured.

MITCHELL: Eight inches?

INQUISITOR: Try again.

MITCHELL: Ok… four inches. That’s longer than some boys my age.

INQUISITOR: How do you know?

MITCHELL: … oh, God. We… compared. Boys do that sometimes. Anyway, I’m still growing, so it’s going to grow with me. It won’t always be four inches.

INQUISITOR: I’m sure it won’t.

MITCHELL: It WON’T.

INQUISITOR: Moving along. You were saying you pulled your shirt down to hide your massive four inches…

MITCHELL: Yeah, I pulled it way down and turned around. Coach Wallner and the asthma girl… I found out later her name is Lucy… were standing there looking at me. Wallner asked me, “What the hell are you doing in here?” I told her two Juniors threw me in. It wasn’t my fault.

Lucy said, “He’s the only one I saw.”

Wallner told me, “There’s been some thefts from the lockers during class. Money, some jewelry. I guess you don’t know anything about that.”

No one’s ever accused me of being a thief before. I told her, “No. No way. I didn’t do it. I don’t know anything about it.”

“Why are you holding your shirt down like that? What are you trying to hide?” I was still hard. It just wouldn’t go down. And I couldn’t tell her I had a hard-on. So I just stood there looking stupid, not saying anything. She marched up to me, grabbed both my wrists, and jerked my hands away from my shirt. I could’ve died right there.

I was already self-conscious about how I looked. I’m kind of skinny, and I look even skinnier in gym clothes. I was all sweaty from playing dodge ball… I had to do a LOT of dodging. My shirt and gym shorts were soaked through. My hair was plastered down to my head with sweat. My face and arms and legs were dripping. AND… now I had a visible hard-on poking my shorts out. Wallner still had hold of my wrists, so I couldn’t cover myself up. Lucy had walked up by that point, so she saw it, too. She grabbed her inhaler out of a pocket in her jeans and huffed it a couple of times.

Wallner pulled my wrists way up till my hands were over my head. This pulled my shirt up even higher. I could feel a draft on my belly button. She looked me up and down. I felt as naked as those pictures you just showed me.

She asked, “What’s that in your shorts? Something you stole?”

I know she knew what it was. She just wanted to torment me. And right in front of that girl.

“I didn’t steal anything,” I told her again.

“Then what is it?” she said. I knew she was going to make me say it out loud just to embarrass me more. So I just said it… to get it over with.

“It’s my… thing. It got hard.” Lucy giggled, then had to huff again.

“So you really, really like being in the girls’ locker room. Is that why you’re here? Because it arouses you?”

“NO,” I told her.

“Then it’s to steal things.”

“NO. I’m not a thief. Some bigger boys grabbed me in the hall and threw me in here. Then… I don’t know why. I just got hard. Sometimes it just happens.”

“Why were you in the hall? What were you doing out of gym class?” she asked. That’s when I remembered. I had to go to the restroom. Bad. I had totally forgotten while she was interrogating me. But all of a sudden, it came back worse than ever. I knew I had only a few seconds. I told her the reason Coach let me out. And how I was about to do it right there. Lucy was giggling again, but I didn’t care. I’m not a crybaby, but I was about to start crying.

I guess I convinced her it was all for real. She told Lucy to go get a teacher. “Get Miss Willis. This is her free period. I’m going to have to search him, and the rules say another school employee has to be present.” She looked at me like I was some kind of disgusting bug… one she’d really like to step on. She let go of my wrists. “Come on. Toilets are back here. We’ll deal with your locker room predilection later.”

I told her I didn’t have any predilections. I didn’t even know what they were.

“You REALLY don’t want to smart off to me, kid.” she warned me.

I wasn’t smarting off to her. The only thing I could think of was how I was about to shit in my shorts… Sorry for the language… I was so desperate, I hadn’t even noticed what she’d said about searching me. She took my arm and started pulling me around the lockers. She acted mad as hell, but I think she was enjoying it. She really liked the opportunity to boss a boy around.

When we got around the row of lockers, I was in for a shock. The rumors were actually true. The girls’ restroom stalls had DOORS. That’s so unfair. Why do girls get to have doors? But I was actually grateful for the moment. I’d get to use the toilet in private. Or so I thought. She let go of my arm, and I went into the first stall. When I tried to shut the door, she blocked it with her hand. “Not so fast, kid. You’re the prime suspect in a series of thefts. For all I know, you’ve got money and jewelry stashed in your shorts at this very moment. I’m not letting you flush away the evidence.”

I knew arguing wasn’t going to work, so I asked, “Can you turn around while I do it?”

She said, “I’d have to be stupid to do THAT, wouldn’t I?” She gave me a dirty look. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

I told her, “No. No. I’m sure you have to be REAL smart to be a coach.” I hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, but I was getting really pissed off at what she was doing to me. She gave me an even dirtier look.

So, she parked herself right in the middle of the door, crossed her arms in front of her, and just stared at me. There wasn’t anything I could do, and I was about to go. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I tried to pull my shorts down real quick, but I still had that hard-on. I don’t know why it wouldn’t get soft. So I had to maneuver around it, then pull them down. Then… well, you probably don’t know it, but boys have to wear a jock strap in gym….

INQUISITOR: We know about jock straps.

MITCHELL: How…? Girls shouldn’t know about things like that. Never mind. Anyway, I stood up from pulling my shorts down. Then I’m standing there in front of the girls’ coach in just my sweaty gym shirt and a jock strap. With a hard-on. And the shirt was all stuck to me with sweat, so it wasn’t hanging down as low as it usually does. My jock was in full view. Talk about embarrassing. I had to stretch the jock out to get it over my hard-on, then pull it down. She could see EVERYTHING. I couldn’t believe it. The girls’ coach saw me between my legs. And while I was hard! I sat down on the toilet real quick.

So then my thing was sticking straight up at the ceiling. In full view. Why did the restroom have to be so bright? So I pulled my shirt down to cover everything up. Then… well… I… you know… I did what I was there to do.

INQUISITOR: You had a bowel movement?

MITCHELL: Yeah. That. With Wallner watching. God, that was awful. And she was smirking at me. Then I saw she was looking down right at my crotch. I knew I had covered up with my shirt, so what was she looking at? I looked down, too. Surprise… I had only pulled the shirt down to the base of my thing. My balls were hanging there between my legs in full view. And had been the whole time. I jerked the shirt down lower and glared up at her. The smirk was even bigger. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. She was enjoying this way too much. “You could’ve TOLD me,” I said.

“YOU could’ve been in gym instead of where you shouldn’t be,” she replied. “If you’re done, wipe your nasty butt. And wipe it good.” She made a disgusted face at me. “It’s going to be unpleasant enough searching you, as sweaty as your are.”

That’s when I remembered her comment about searching me. But I forgot it immediately again because then I had to… wipe… with her watching. And I had thought my balls hanging down was embarrassing. I kept trying to hold my shirt down with one hand while wiping with the other. It wasn’t working. I knew I looked ridiculous. I finally gave up on trying to cover up. She’d already seen everything, anyway.

Wallner actually started laughing at me. I tried to ignore her and concentrate on the job at hand. The only good thing about it was it finally took care of my hard-on. The combination of being so humiliated and so MAD at the same time killed it.

When I finished, I looked up at the coach. Only it wasn’t just the coach. At some point Lucy had shown up. She hadn’t seen it all, but the look on her face said she’d seen plenty. And that look also said she couldn’t wait to tell everyone she knew about this. Without looking away from me, she told Wallner, “Miss Willis is on her way.”

This was the worst day of my life. And it was far from over. I knew this was going to be all over the school before the end of the day. I couldn’t even imagine what the teasing was going to be like. But I did know it would never end. This was just too juicy.

Now that my thing wasn’t hard anymore, it decided it needed to pee. All on its own. I would’ve tried to hold it if I’d realized what was about to happen. But I guess I’m just used to doing No. 1 as well as No. 2 when I’m on the toilet. I didn’t even think. Just started peeing. I managed to pull the shirt way up so it didn’t get more soaked than it already was. So now they both saw my thing with pee coming out of it. God must really hate me. I used my hand to push my thing down between my legs, then clamped my legs together.

I looked down to make sure everything was covered up. I just saw a little bit of my hair… you know… pubic hair… between my legs. Then I thought, this must be what it looks like when a girl looks down at herself. I had to stop thinking that right away. It was making my thing get stiff again. But now that…

INQUISITOR: Now that what?

MITCHELL: … nothing.

INQUISITOR: Are we going to do this again? Three… two…

MITCHELL: No, stop. Ok. It’s just… really personal. More personal than everything else I’ve said…

INQUISITOR: Do I have to say ‘one’?

MITCHELL: No. Oh, God this is awful. Do you know about how boys… play with themselves? Do you know what that means?

INQUISITOR: It means you masterbate.

MITCHELL: You shouldn’t know about that. Anyway, sometimes I do it. Not a LOT. Just every now and then.

INQUISITOR: How often is every now and then?

MITCHELL: Maybe once a month?

INQUISITOR: That’s the last lie I’m letting you get by with. Any more and it’s photo time.

MITCHELL: Ok, ok. Once a day. Or every other day. Sometimes three days will go by and I won’t do it. I’m not a sex maniac. Anyway, since I saw myself with my legs together and just that little bit of hair… I’ll do that now before I start playing with myself. Cause it looks like a girl. I do it and imagine I’m looking at a naked girl. Then I get super hard.

INQUISITOR: But still only four inches.

MITCHELL: I told you, that’s isn’t bad for a boy my age.

INQUISITOR: Speaking of hair, do you have a lot down there?

MITCHELL: Well, yes. Kind of. Some boys have more. But I’m doing ok. It’s not peach fuzz, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s brown and curly. And thick. It’s really thick.

INQUISITOR: I’m sure it is. Back to the restroom stall… the coach and Lucy were watching you pee…

MITCHELL: Yeah. The sound of pee hitting the water in the toilet was really loud. And there was a lot of pee. It went on and on. Wallner and Lucy both started laughing out loud. At least that covered up the sound.

When it finally stopped, after what seemed like twenty minutes, I told the coach, “I need to get up now.” She just stared at me, waiting. “Could you at least tell that girl to leave? She’s seen way too much already.” I could hear a whine in my voice.

Wallner said, “SHE has a right to be in here. YOU don’t.”

So I had to stand up while pulling my jock strap up at the same time so they hopefully wouldn’t see any more of me than they had already. No such luck. I was kind of shaky, and fumbled around a bit with it. Then I had to adjust myself a bit in front. Jocks aren’t like underwear. You have to get them around… well, around your balls just right. THEN, I could feel the straps in back were all twisted up. I had to reach behind myself to fix them. Finally I was able to pull my shorts up. I stood there in front of them, waiting for my next instructions. I was absolutely miserable.

Wallner looked at me with even more disgust. “You ARE going to flush the toilet, aren’t you? It’s boys like you that make me glad I work with girls. I can’t imagine what your locker smells like.” Lucy tittered.

I turned around and flushed, then told her, “I always flush. It’s just because you’ve got me all flustered.”

“Don’t try to put this on ME,” she told me. “YOU created this situation when you snuck into the girls’ locker room… a place you know is forbidden to boys… to steal, or for your own personal gratification. Or both.” She grabbed my arm and dragged me back around to the main locker room. She was really rough. I could here Lucy behind me. Giggle, giggle, huff, huff.

Miss Willis was just then sticking her head around the corner by the main door. She called out, “Uh… hello?” Miss Willis is the math teacher. MY math teacher. I think she’s in her thirties. She’s a Miss, so she’s not married. She’s blonde and kind of pretty. But she’s… reserved… I think that’s the word. Not snooty or anything. She just doesn’t relate to people very well. Except with math. She’s good at teaching math.

Coach Wallner said, “Good. You’re here. I caught this scamp in the girls’ area. There’s been some thefts from the lockers during class. I suspect we have our thief right here.”

“No, you don’t. I’m not a THIEF.” I said. I probably said it a little too loudly. But I was mad at being accused of something I didn’t do. And I was still humiliated as hell at having to go to the bathroom in front of a woman coach and a girl my own age.

“YOU quiet down,” she told me. Then, to Miss Willis, “I have to search him before we decide what to do next. To do that, I have to have a witness to make it official. Lucy here won’t do.”

“Oh,” Miss Willis said. She looked like she’d much rather be back in front of her blackboard.

Coach Wallner told Lucy, “You go into the office. And put the blinds down. You don’t need to see this.” Lucy looked VERY disappointed, but didn’t dare object to the coach. Like I said, Coach Wallner is big. And mean. She looks like she could wrestle a bull, then eat it for dinner. Raw.

Once Lucy was in the office, and the blinds were down, Wallner turned to me. “You have one last chance to admit if you have any stolen property.”

“I’m not a thief,” I told her again.

“OK, then.” Wallner said. “Everything has to come off.”

“Wait. What?” I said. I hadn’t realized it would be strip search. This couldn’t be happening. A week or so before, one of my buddies got dragged into the principal’s office. Someone told a teacher he had cigarettes on him. He denied it, so the principal and Coach Raynor made him take all his clothes off. You don’t need to make someone completely strip to find a pack of cigarettes. They did it to intimidate him. And even though it was two men, he said it was still horrible.

INQUISITOR: Did he have cigarettes on him?

MITCHELL: Well, sure. He smokes like a chimney. But that’s not the point.

INQUISITOR: Continue.

MITCHELL: When Miss Willis heard I was going to have to strip, she looked about as shocked as me. Then she looked right at me… looked me up and down. I know she was thinking about me with no clothes on. But she didn’t look happy about it like Wallner. She told the coach, “I’m a math teacher. THIS isn’t my job.”

I was starting to get really anxious. I knew I probably couldn’t talk Wallner out of searching me. She looked like she was going to enjoy it way too much to hand it over to someone else. And that was going to be bad enough. But having to strip in front of my math teacher was too much. For some reason, that was way worse. Maybe because Wallner was a coach, and was around locker rooms and kids undressing all the time. Even if those kids were girls. It was still kind of normal for her. But Miss Willis taught MATH. That had nothing to do with taking your clothes off. I guess that’s why I was also more self-conscious at her seeing me all sweaty in my gym clothes than I was with Wallner. Coaches saw kids like that every day. Math teachers didn’t.

Even though I knew it was useless, I asked Wallner… begged her actually, “Can’t you call Coach Raynor in to do it instead of y’all?” First, Coach is a man. And second, he’s already seen me naked a thousand times besides. I don’t even like being naked in front of HIM. He’s really big and muscular. I feel like a little shrimp when I’m around him. Especially when I don’t have anything on. But it would be way less embarrassing for a male coach to strip search me.

Wallner told me, “You’re in MY locker room, and it’s MY kids who have been victims of the thefts. Therefore it’s MY responsibility. Besides, as I said, there has to be two school employees.”

I still saw a chance to make this less horrible. “Then have him take Miss Willis’ place.” Having to strip in front of two coaches, even with one being a woman, wouldn’t be as bad as two women… one of them being my math teacher.

Miss Willis spoke up on my behalf. “That sounds like a good alternative. It’ll be less embarrassing for Mitchell AND me.”

Wallner ignored her. She said to me, “I’m not dragging Raynor out of class for this. He’s busy trying to wrangle thirty other miscreants just like you. It’s bad enough I had to leave MY class.” She was only about three feet away, but she stalked right up to me then. She’s way taller than me. “You’re going to shut your mouth and strip to the skin. And if we find any stolen money or jewelry on you, I’m marching you down to the principal’s office, and he’s going to call the police. You’ll be lucky if I let you get dressed first. If we don’t find anything, you’re still going to his office, and we’ll decide what to do about you being in the girls’ locker room. With a stiffy. You’ll probably be expelled for that. And get sent to reform school. And that still won’t mean you’re not the thief. I’ll continue looking into THAT situation.”

She had me really scared now. I didn’t think she’d actually march me to the principal’s office stark naked, but it looked like I could get kicked out of school for being a pervert. And I hadn’t done anything. Well… I got hard. That’s true. But I didn’t go in there for that reason. Those jerks threw me in. THEY’RE the reason I got hard. No… I didn’t mean I got hard because of them… what I meant was…

INQUISITOR: We know what you meant. Continue.

MITCHELL: So, Wallner tells me to get to it. This was awful. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. I tried one more time. I begged her, “Please don’t make me do this. Please.” She didn’t even respond. She just stood there.

I looked to Miss Willis, hoping she speak up again. But I think she was as scared of Wallner as I was.

I just couldn’t do it. The idea of taking all my clothes off in front of them was just too much for me. So Wallner says, “If you wait much longer, class will be over and thirty girls will be in here to watch you strip. But maybe you’d like that. Perv.”

Well, I wouldn’t. So I made myself start to undress. I had to fight the sweaty gym shirt to get it off. I put it on a bench in front of the lockers. Miss Willis looked as uncomfortable as I felt. I said to Wallner, “See, nothing under my shirt. And you already saw me with my shorts and jock strap down. There’s nowhere else to hide anything.” Then I thought of my shoes. “Except my shoes and socks. I can take them off. Then you’ll have seen everything. Ok? Is that ok?” I could hear that whine in my voice again. I hated it.

“I have to conduct a thorough search. That’s the rules, kid.”

Doing this was BEYOND awful. I had woke up feeling fine that morning. Then the day turned into the worst one of my entire life.

I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. I put them on top of the shirt. Now I was just in a jock strap and my gym shoes. And still sweaty as hell. It was just dripping off of me everywhere. When I get over-exerted, like when I’m running for my life from killer dodge balls, I sweat like a pig till I get a shower to cool me off. I know I looked gross.

I put my hands over my front. Coach Wallner was smirking again. Miss Willis was kind of looking all around, but kept turning back to stare at me. Then look away again. I think I may have been the first male she had ever seen with so little on. And with a jock strap, there’s very little on. It’s just a waistband, a pouch, and some straps. It leaves your butt completely exposed, like it’s drawing attention to it. I feel ludicrous wearing one. I don’t even like other boys to see me in mine in the locker room. I’d rather be naked.

INQUISITOR: Would you rather be naked now?

MITCHELL: What? NO!

INQUISITOR: Then continue with your story. I already told you, we know all about boys and their jock straps. We’ve seen enough of them.

MITCHELL: When would you see boys in… Oh. Yeah. Who ARE y’all? And how can you kidnap people and force them to do stuff like in those pictures. Especially boys. Girls shouldn’t be seeing boys like that. Not all naked… and certainly not doing that private kind of stuff.

INQUISITOR: We never actually force anyone to do anything. Don’t get me wrong… we’ll still do whatever we want. But it’s much less unpleasant if you consent. Those boys in the photos… the ones masterbating? You don’t want to know what the alternative was that made doing that in front of us, and the camera, the better choice. Now… continue.

MITCHELL: Ok. Continuing. I was standing there in my jock. I really, really didn’t want to go any further. But Wallner snapped at me, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

So I pulled the jock down and stepped out of it. I tried to toss it on top of the shorts really quick so I could cover myself up again with my hands. But I heard Miss Willis make a little gasping sound, which told me I wasn’t quick enough. I know I keep saying it, but that day was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I can’t stop thinking about it.

That’s when I saw something behind the two women. They were standing in front of me about five feet apart. The coach’s office was right behind them. The blinds were closed, but there was this long triangular opening where Lucy had one slat pulled down to peek through. I could see her beady little eyes staring at me. I called her something really bad in my mind. I hoped her inhaler would run out so I could watch her gasping on the floor like a fish out of water. I’m not normally a mean person, but I felt… violated. By the coach, by Lucy. I didn’t blame Miss Willis. She didn’t want to be there. And she wasn’t being a sadistic scumbag.

I started to tell Wallner that Lucy was looking, despite her orders. But Wallner said, “Go on. Everything comes off.” I thought, ‘What else is there?’ Then I remembered my shoes and socks. I should’ve taken them off first. I was so agitated I just wasn’t thinking. So, I started to sit down on the bench to take the shoes off, but Wallner told me, “Stay off the bench when you do it. I’m not having my girls sit on a bench where some pervy boy’s bare ass has been.”

Great. Now I could either sit down on a grungy locker room floor to take them off… and probably end up getting athletes foot of the butt… or take them off standing up, which was going to be really awkward.

I decided to stay standing up. The floor looked better than the one in the boy’s locker room, but it was still nasty. Before I could begin, though, I saw three more slats in the blinds bend down. Then another two. Then more. Lucy must have gone around to the gym and gotten more girls to watch the show. Just as I started to think up more bad words for her, all the blinds started jostling around. I had the impression there were a lot of girls in there fighting for room at the window. Was the whole gym class in there? That’s twenty five to thirty girls. And I was standing there naked for all of them to see. I was starting to be glad I was going to be kicked out of school so I wouldn’t have to face any of them ever again. Or any of the other kids they told about it.

I tried one more time to tell the coach about Lucy and her voyeuristic mob in the office, but Wallner bellowed at me, really loud, “Get your damn shoes and socks off! Why are you stalling? Hiding something in them? Like money? Like jewelry? MOVE IT!”

She scared the hell out of me when she got really loud like that. I lifted my left foot up and grabbed my ankle with one hand while trying to untie my shoe and pull it off with the other. I could hardly balance. I was wobbling all over everywhere. When I looked down to see what I was doing, I saw my thing and my balls flopping all around. And the coach, my math teacher, and thirty girls were all seeing the same thing. I had to stop and put my foot back on the floor about seven or eight times to keep from falling over before I could get just one shoe and sock off. Everything was flopping around like crazy the whole time.

I realized I had finally started crying cause I was so damn embarrassed. I think it was the flopping that put me over the edge. And I still had one more shoe and sock to go. I had to stop over ten times for the next foot. I was so humiliated I could hardly function.

Finally everything was off. I stood there with my hands over my crotch, sweating and crying. The girls in the office had mauled the blinds so much, the school was probably going to have to buy new ones. Miss Willis looked like she needed to huff Lucy’s inhaler a few times. And Coach Wallner… as my mother would say, she looked like the cat that ate the canary. She was loving every moment of this.

“Raise your arms up over your head,” she told me. There was no need for that. She could tell I didn’t have any stolen property. “NOW!” she yelled. My arms shot up all by themselves. That woman is scary. I had to stand like that for a while. It seemed like forever. I knew descriptions of what I looked like naked were going to be all over the school.

I’m not…

INQUISITOR: Yes?

MITCHELL: I’m not… you know… tiny. I mean… my thing. It’s not really teeny-tiny small. But it isn’t huge either. A lot of boys have bigger ones. I think I’m probably… average. Maybe. But I knew those girls would be telling everyone I had a tiny dick.

I hope I never again feel as humiliated as I did right then. It wasn’t just that they were seeing my thing. That’s bad enough. They were seeing me all the way naked. Head to toe. My whole body. It was so wrong. Coach Wallner had taken everything away from me. Not just my clothes.

“Turn around. Keep your hands up.” Wallner said. So I turned around. Now, thirty two females could see my bare bottom, too. I thought, ‘At least that’s it. There’s nothing left to see.’

“Now bend over so we can make sure you’re not hiding something in your crack.” I couldn’t believe it. I looked over my shoulder at her and started to say something. I don’t know what, but I’m sure it would’ve made things even worse for me. Luckily, Wallner yelled, “You bend over NOW, kid. Or I will bend you over. And when I do, I’ll use the paddle I keep in my office on you. It’s dying to know if a boy’s butt tastes as good as a girl’s.”

I bent over. “Grab your ankles,” she said. I grabbed my ankles. There was no doubt anymore. Reform school was going to be better than coming back and facing all the taunts and teasing I’d get after this. Life in prison would be better.

There was a huge commotion behind me. Then a big crash. And a shriek. Wallner said, “What the HELL?” I had to stand up and turn around to see what was going on. The blinds for one window had come completely down. There were about twelve girls standing there behind the window with their eyes as big as they could get. They looked like they were frozen in shock. Behind them, a bunch more girls were running out the door on the far side of the office.

Wallner bellowed, “LUCY! Get your ass in here.” I took the opportunity to try and grab my clothes. Wallner said, “Don’t you dare. We haven’t searched those clothes yet.”

Miss Willis said, “I’ll do it. So the boy can get dressed.” She started looking through everything, touching it all as little as possible. I couldn’t blame her. It was all sweaty and smelly.

The office door opened very slowly. Lucy stuck her head out. “Did you call me, Coach?” she asked. She looked and sounded so innocent. All the other girls had disappeared.

“Get over here,” Wallner yelled. “What the hell’s going on in my office? You know it’s supposed to be you alone in there.” Lucy crept up to her coach, looking like she might turn and run at any moment. Then she looked over at me. I’d been so distracted by the chaos in the office, I hadn’t thought to cover up. She had already seen between my legs in the restroom, and had seen me completely naked from the office. But now she was seeing it all from about two feet away. That made a big difference… for both of us.

She couldn’t stop staring at me. And as for me… Well, I didn’t even like her. She’d laughed at me in the restroom, and she’d brought all those other girls into the office to see me get strip searched. But she was also a girl my age, and not bad looking either when the inhaler wasn’t plugged into her face. And she was looking at me from only about two feet away. And she seemed to like what she saw. So… well… my thing kind of reacted. I got hard again. It popped up really quick.

“You little perv!” Wallner yelled.

Miss Willis just rolled her eyes. I think she’d given up being shocked at anything.

I was trying to figure out how to cover myself up with my hands without actually touching my thing. I could tell it really wanted to be touched. It was the second hard-on in half an hour, and that was having an effect on it. I was really close. If I touched it…

INQUISITOR: Yes?

MITCHELL: Well, it was going to start… squirting. Like in those pictures you showed me. Oh God, this is embarrassing.

INQUISITOR: What was Lucy’s reaction to seeing your hard-on in the flesh. Instead of under a jock strap?

MITCHELL: She pulled her inhaler out of her pocket to huff it. When she did, something bright and jangly fell out onto the floor. We all looked down at it. Lucy’s eyes got as big as those girls in the window had been. Wallner bent down, then said, “That’s Zoey’s charm bracelet. I’ve seen it before. It’s was stolen from her locker yesterday.”

Miss Willis held my jock strap out to me… with just the tips of her fingers. She said, “I think you can get dressed now.”

Well, Lucy had to return everything she stole. She didn’t get kicked out of school though. It turns out her dad is on the City Council and her mom is on the School Board. Apparently, that lets you get by with anything except murder. And probably that, too. The school administration came up with a cover story. Wallner said she just found all the stolen stuff in a bag in the back of the locker room. She had NO IDEA who had stolen it.

I didn’t get kicked out, either. Wallner and the principal said as long as I kept my mouth shut about who the thief was, nothing would be done about me being in the girls’ locker room with a hard-on. I had to keep quiet about Coach Wallner’s actions, too. It seems she broke the rules by letting Lucy see so much. Searches are supposed to be conducted away from other students. She had let her mean, sadistic streak get the best of her. And Lucy had to keep quiet about seeing me on the toilet. I insisted on that if I was going to go along with the coverup.

It really pissed me off Wallner got away with humiliating me like that… and making me the laughing stock of the whole school… but I didn’t get kicked out. Or worse. As they kept reminding me, I could’ve been arrested for some kind of sex crime for being ‘In a visible state of sexual arousal’ in front of the coach and Lucy. They also agreed not to inform my parents about any of it. So there’s THAT.

Things are still really awkward in math class. Not only had Miss Willis seen me naked, including right up my butt crack when Wallner made me bend over, but I got hard right in front of her, too. And even worse… I was facing her when I pulled the jock strap on, and it really rubbed up against my thing. Which was still hard. And very sensitive. I did it right then. You know… squirted my stuff. With her watching. I tried to control my reaction, but it… it was really good. It felt awesome. And awful at the same time because I was disgracing myself by doing it. I was kind of shuddering the whole time. And moving my hips. And… you know… saying ‘Oh, ohh’. Something like that. I couldn’t help it. I made a big mess in the pouch.

Miss Willis just shook her head and said, “Mitchell… never mind. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Remember, there’s going to be a quiz. Be sure to study tonight.” Then she gave Wallner a really dirty look and left the locker room. Wallner didn’t notice. She didn’t even see me doing it in my jock. She was busy screaming at Lucy.

She did corner me a few days ago. Backed me right up against a wall, and said, “You’re still a little pervert. I’m going to be watching you.” She’s scary.

The teasing has been pretty bad, but not as bad as I was afraid it would be. And it’s only about what the girls saw from the office. Lucy hasn’t mentioned seeing me on the toilet. I’d know if she had. The teasing for THAT would be fatal. I decided to just act like I don’t care. If they don’t get a reaction out of me, they’ll get bored with it and stop. I hope.

I still don’t know for sure which girls saw me from the office. I think it was probably the whole class. Some of them make it pretty obvious. Snickering at me… whistling at me in the hall… stuff like that. It’s embarrassing as hell. But like I said, I pretend it doesn’t matter to me. Maybe one day it actually won’t. But I doubt it.

I see Lucy around school quite a bit. I had never even noticed her before. Now she’s everywhere. The last couple of times, she looked like she wanted to say something to me, but I avoided her. I was thinking, though, maybe next time… if there is a next time… I might hear what she has to say. I don’t know why. She treated me like crap. And she’s a thief besides. I should just keep avoiding her. I really should.

But, anyway… that’s my story. You’re going to let me go now, right?

INQUISITOR: Yes, you can go. Just as soon as we have a little insurance that you’re not going to tell anyone about us.

MITCHELL: What do you mean? What kind of insurance?

INQUISITOR: The photographic kind. While Ellie gets the Polaroid ready, you can start taking your clothes off. We’re going to want a number of different poses. Including some of those action shots like I showed you earlier. And I think we’ll find out where the restroom is in this place.

MITCHELL: NOOOO. You said y’all wouldn’t do anything else to me if I told you a story. And I did. I told you the most horrible thing that’s ever happened to me. And it was like living it all over again while I was telling it.

INQUISITOR: It was a very good story. And you told it well. So well in fact, I want to see what all those girls saw for myself. You really need to start undressing now. You don’t want us to do it for you. We’ll just cut your clothes right off. Then you’ll have nothing to wear when we let you go… in a strange part of town… with two flat tires on your bicycle. Won’t THAT be an adventure?

MITCHELL: You TOLD me you wouldn’t do anything. You’re a LIAR!

INQUISITOR: Oh, well… lying is the least of my sins.