The Other Side

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

Comments may be sent to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores (between pietar, the, and fearless) are part of the name and must be included.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

The Other Side

Bryce was about halfway into his run, but because today was hot and very humid, he knew he wasn’t going to be anywhere close to his personal best time. At least he was in the shade now, the first fifteen minutes had been in the sun on an asphalt road. The last fifteen would be as well, only by then sun would be high enough to make the asphalt a bit sticky. Not to mention how his feet would feel.

He tried to push that out of his mind as he concentrated on the dirt trail. Although the trail was worn smooth, the heat had caused it to crack and heave, and some cracks were big enough to stumble over if he was careless.

A spot of light where one shouldn’t be caught his attention. He was ten steps from the old oak tree, only it looked like it was hollow inside. Curious, he slowed to a fast walk and looked. Inside the tree it was bright, and it looked like a picture of a field was inside. He wondered if this was the beginning of heat stroke or some other brain effect from trying to run in this heat.

As he approached, time seemed to suddenly change, and before he was able to stop, he was right in front of the tree. An arm reached out and grabbed him and pulled him inside, and then he was on a grassy knoll. In the distance was a town, and it sure wasn’t Baxter Spring. Sweat was still running down his face, and some got in his eyes, burning them. But instead of hot and humid, it was comfortable, with a light breeze.

“Bryce Burgess, right?” a female voice said from behind him.

He turned. “Yeah, who’d you think I was?” Bryce knew Sharon very well. He had a crush on her. He had something else too. Something he’d managed to get when Sharon had a night over with his sister.

“Come with me.” She began walking.

“What the hell is going on Sharon? Where the fuck are we, and how did we get here?”

“Please don’t swear, the punishment isn’t worth it. And I’m not Sharon, my name is Naomi. No more questions. Can you run?”

Bryce hadn’t moved from the spot he’d arrived at when something in the tree tugged him inside. He turned around, and there was no tree. There was not much of anything in fact. He could see a herd of sheep in the distance. Nobody in Baxter Spring raised sheep.

He turned back around. Sharon was now ten feet from him and was just turning around.

“You know damn well I can run,” he said. “And I’m not moving until you answer some questions. For starters, where the hell are we?”

“I told you, no more questions. You are to come. I assume you’re capable of running, but I watched you approach and you weren’t running very fast, so we can go slow. It will be far better for you if you come with me. Stay here if you insist, but the guards will not be as pleasant as me.” She turned and began jogging towards the town.

Bryce considered the town again. It looked, well, ancient. Not run down, just the style. It reminded him of the pictures Tony McCoy had in speech class of where he grew up. Tony gave a speech about some old Welsh village near where he lived that was over three hundred years old.

He did another three-sixty. There wasn’t much to see. The sheep. A row of trees behind him that spoke of a river. And the town. He decided he wasn’t going to learn anything standing here, so he began running. At first, his leg muscles resisted, then they cried out briefly, but as they warmed, the strength returned and the pain went away. He quickly caught up with Sharon. Or Naomi. He thought this must be some kind of dream.

If so, it didn’t get better once they reached the village. People gawked at him. Some laughed. He suddenly realized that he was shirtless with just his running shorts on. None of the other kids he saw showed much skin. A purpose for the sheep was obvious. He had missed that on Sharon/Naomi – she had woolen slacks and a pullover top. No color in it at all.

She took him straight to what was obviously a jail. She held the door open for him. He paused.

“Do not make me wait on you. Get inside.”

After a brief hesitation, he gave in. Nothing was making any sense. He wondered if he was on a hospital bed somewhere in a coma. He stepped in, and saw there were two cells with thick iron bars, a couple of chairs, and a table.

Naomi grabbed a large key from a peg on the wall and used it to open the closest cell. “Get in,” she ordered.

“I’m not going in there.”

“Suit yourself. The sheriff will return soon, and I will tell her of your insolence.” She pointed to a wooden rod hanging from two nails. “I think that soon you’ll be feeling that warming your butt.”

He had once looked up how kids were punished long ago, and what she was pointing at was one of the many things that he learned about. A thin wooden rod with a leather handle on it. Next to it, he saw a rope run over a pully.

“I see you are wondering what that is for,” Naomi said. “Your hands are tied to the rope, and it is pulled up until just the tips of your toes are on the floor. Then the punishment begins. I’m hoping the sheriff will allow me to watch since I’m the one who was assigned to bring you in.”

Bryce shuddered at the thought. He stepped into the cell. The clanging of the door as she closed it hard was followed by a click as she used the key to lock it. The key went into one of her pockets.

“Remove all of your clothing,” she next ordered.

Bryce was about to refuse, but he glanced again at the thin wooden rod hanging on the wall behind her. To his amazement, he saw himself hanging naked from the rope tied around his wrists, his toes barely touching the ground, as a strong woman in a sheriff’s uniform swung the rod ferociously at his butt and legs. The woman looked exactly like his mom. He blinked, and the image was gone. “Just a bad dream,” he said to himself. But dream or not, he didn’t want to feel the pain he saw in his face.

“You can keep the shoes and socks,” Naomi said as he bent to untie the laces. “But the rest you most hand to me.”

The ‘rest’ didn’t amount to much. He’d shed his shirt in the backyard of his house. All he had on were his running shorts. Knowing he’d be soaking wet from sweat; he hadn’t even bothered with underwear. After a final hesitation, he drew a deep breath and pushed the shorts down. He almost stumbled trying to step out of them. He realized to his horror that his dick was getting hard.

With one hand trying to hide his erection, he handed the shorts to the girl, who, for the first time since he’d met her, was smiling.

Naomi took the shorts and put them on the desk. Then she opened a drawer and pulled out two leather wrist bands with a short chain and hook. She hid them behind her back as she returned to the cell.

“Turn around, with your hands behind your back.” The order was pronounced as such, her tone giving no room for argument. She allowed him a few moments of hesitation, and was about to order it again, when he complied.

His arms trembled as she put the leather cuffs on his wrists and then clipped the snap hook to the ring. “Now you can turn around. Your punishment has finally begun.” She gave his bare butt a light slap as she spoke.

The moment his wrists were confined behind his back, Bryce had a new problem. His dick was now as hard as it had ever been, and it was twitching up and down. He looked down and saw a drop of precum hanging from the tip. He couldn’t let her see that!

Just then he heard the door open. “Naomi, I see you were successful,” a woman’s voice said. “How is he behaving?”

“Not very well. For example, I ordered him to turn around, and yet, as you can see, he is still facing the back wall.”

Upon hearing this, Bryce forced himself to turn. The woman was dressed as he’d seen a few minutes earlier in his dream. Tight-fitting sheriff clothes. And she was his mother, no mistaking that. Her voice, her face, everything said ‘Mom’. And she was not alone. There was a boy there too. One his age. He knew the boy was fourteen because it was his best friend, Jude Moore. Jude was naked except for shoes.

“Well, they all are like that at first,” the woman said. “Todd, I want him over there, and I don’t want to be kept waiting. You know what to do.” The sheriff pointed towards the corner where the rope was.

“No, it’s okay, I’ve turned around,” Bryce began as soon as Naomi unlocked the cell door.

Jude, or Todd now, came forward anyway. He’d never seen his best friend naked, nor had Jude seen him that way. With a twitching boner, it was an extremely embarrassing way to see him.

Without hesitation, Todd reached out and cupped a hand over Bryce’s ball sack, giving it a firm, but not painful squeeze.

“Walk with me, don’t dawdle, and don’t argue,” he said. He began pulling Bryce out.

With the hand on his balls, Bryce had no choice but to follow. He was taken to right under where the rope hung from the pully.

“Please, I’ll be uuuggggghhh!” The gentle squeeze became much tighter, and Bryce’s knees tried to bend from the pain but he was held up by the other boy’s hand.

“You didn’t do as you were told, and you earned a punishment. Don’t fight it, don’t try to tell them you’ll do better. Do better after the punishment, that’s how it works.” Todd loosened his grip.

Bryce felt the clip that bound his wrists together released.

“Raise your hands above your head,” Naomi ordered.

Bryce hesitated for just a second and again Todd squeezed until his arms were up. The rope was tied to rings on each wrist, and once secured, Todd released his hold.

“Lift him up,” the sheriff said, and moments later the pully system squeaked as it absorbed Bryce’s weight.

Bryce’s arms hurt as he was lifted until he swung free, his toes barely touching the ground. He stretched his legs as straight as he could to relieve the ache in his arms. He watched in horror as the female sheriff removed the wooden rod from its perch.

“This will be mild. Each time you earn a punishment, the force and number of strokes will increase. Count them out.” As she spoke, she twisted him around so that he was facing Naomi and Todd and she was in the corner.

He wanted to beg, to plead, but didn’t dare. He’d never been spanked, at least not as far back as he could remember. This promised to be more than a spanking. Suddenly, a line across his ass was on fire as the force of the rod pushed him forward, causing his arms to have to hold up his entire weight. He cried out in pain.

“Count them, or this will continue far beyond what you think you can endure,” Todd said with no emotion in his voice.

“One!” Bryce shouted.

“Too late, it doesn’t count.” A moment later, the sheriff landed another blow. It was all Bryce could do to shout “one” again.

There was a total of five, not counting the first one. Tears ran down Bryce’s cheeks as Todd used the pully to lower him down. Bryce wanted to curl up in a ball, but the sheriff ordered him to stand.

“Do you think you can follow the rules?” she asked after moving to face him.

“Yes,” he said through clenched jaws. He couldn’t stand more than he’d received.

“We’ll see. Tell Todd you are a little boy and should look like one.”

Bryce had no idea what that meant, but repeated the words to Todd, who smiled. “Me, or towns people?” he asked the sheriff.

“Gather a crowd. Naomi will pick them. Since we can’t trust him to stand without supervision, you’ll need to secure him to the posts first.”

“Yes ma’am,” Todd said. “You, follow me. Do not even think about covering up. Your hands stay to your sides, your head up and your eyes looking forward.” He walked to the door and opened it. He didn’t look back.

Bryce followed. He was now totally naked, and a few girls joined in. Bryce knew them all, or at least, they looked exactly like girls he went to school with. His boner had gone down from the pain, but it was rising up again now.

They went two blocks through town, the number of girls growing as they traveled. The fact that Todd was naked didn’t cause him to look down or not answer greetings as they walked. Bryce wondered if he were also hard.

They ended up in front of what appeared to be some sort of church. A woman in black robes came out, followed by several younger girls and three naked boys his age. All the boys had erections. And again, Bryce was sure he knew them all. They were in the bible class his sister taught and he’d been forced to attend a few times.

“Todd, is he a little boy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered. He was now standing sideways in front of Bryce, who could now see that he did indeed have an erection.

“I see that you think you are older than you’re allowed to be here,” the woman said.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry. Should I take the second post?”

“Yes,” the woman answered. “We can trust you I hope, but this young boy needs to be secured. “David, Grant, and Peter, take care of it. I want them facing each other.”

The three boys who had come out of the church immediately came to him. They backed him up to a post and ordered him to raise his arms over his shoulders, where they were secured behind the post. Then they told him to spread his legs, and once they were as far apart as Bryce could get them, they were also secured to two rings in the ground.

While he was being secured, he could see Todd ten feet away from him, standing in the exact same pose only without any restraints.

“Girls, scissors and razors. And the cream. And don’t cut yourself.”

For the first time, Bryce realized what the words ‘little boy’ meant. It was good that he was secured, for he certainly would have moved his hands otherwise. He’d probably use his feet too by running away. The only saving grace was that this was a nightmare, and soon he’d wake up, safe and dressed in his bed with his pubes still intact.

As he stood dreading the return of the younger girls, his sister, or again, someone who looked just like her, came forward. Bryce couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Naomi, he’s a cutie. Has he been good?”

“No, he wasn’t. I’m ashamed that I secretly hope he keeps on acting up as I also find him to be cute and want to have more time with him.”

“Don’t give into temptation. The first boy from the beyond is always the hardest. Don’t fall in love with him, for he will be returning. But don’t feel that you can’t have some fun.” The girl suddenly grasped Bryce’s twitching dick. “Have you allowed him to show you how much sperm he makes?”

“No,” Naomi admitted, some frustration sounding in her voice. “He has been a battle from the moment he arrived. He was even late for that.”

“Don’t worry, they learn quickly, at least on the first visit. If he’s as naughty as you say, he’ll be back again.” She turned and looked directly at Bryce and saw his eyes were looking at her feet.

“Look at me,” she ordered. “Look at people as they talk to you.”

It took a few seconds, but he did finally make eye contact. She still had hold of his dick, and he felt like he could cum if only she’d rub it a bit.

“Who do I look like to you?” she asked.

“Kim. My sister.”

“Oh, that must make you feel very odd. You naked and erect, and me with my hand holding it. Has your sister ever seen you naked?”

“Probably when we were toddlers, I don’t remember. But not since then.”

“Is she older than you or younger?”

“She’s fifteen. A year and two months older.”

“And have you ever seen her naked? After you two were no longer toddlers?”

Bryce froze. He remembered the sleep over Kim had with Sharon. And what he had done.

Naomi turned her head to look behind Bryce. “Sheriff, he’s not answering a question. May I punish him?”

“Yes, but after this is done. The younger girls are returning.” To Bryce, she added, “Do not spray your seed on them. Warn them if you are about to.”

The girl who wasn’t Kim let go as the six girls who in his real world were just twelve years old split into two groups of three, one coming towards him and the other towards Todd. After a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, two started clipping the very short hairs on his armpits while the third worked on the longer ones on his groin.

Once the hairs were cut close to the skin, they applied some sort of oily, sweet-smelling cream. The girl working on his groin occasionaly, and perhaps purposefully, touched his dick. As she spread the cream around the base, he warned her.

“I’m going to shoot,” he whispered.

Even at her age, she knew what it meant and stepped aside. Without his hand, it was a miserable performance. The cum leaked out, it didn’t shoot. And there was little of the pleasure that jacking off normally provided. It left him more frustrated than before, and his dick was still hard.

The girls must have had some experience, for his armpits, groin, and even his ball sack were shaved bare without him receiving a single cut from the razors.

Quite a crowd of girls had gathered to watch. Some were looking at Todd, but most were looking at him. Now hairless and hard, he felt especially humiliated. He overheard comments comparing him to Todd and other boy’s names. He generally came out on the short end of the comparisons.

“Now Naomi, you wanted a punishment,” the woman sheriff said.

“Yes, thank you.” Naomi looked Bryce in the face. “Normally, when shaved like that, the hair starts to grow back in less than two weeks. I’d like to make it take a month.”

“No, please, I’ve learned my lesson. I saw…”

The sheriff cut him off, saying, “Two months.”

“You should thank the sheriff for helping you to learn,” Naomi suggested. “And me. And then you can answer the question I asked earlier.”

Bryce wished he’d wake up. This was a horrible nightmare. Thanking someone for punishing him? That was ridiculous. But dream or not, he didn’t dare hesitate or refuse.

“Thank you for punishing me.” He was unable to turn and look at the sheriff, but he did force himself to make eye contact with Naomi as he also thanked her. Then he began providing the answer to her question.

“My sister, Kim, had a friend sleeping over, Sharon Davis.”

“The one who looks like me,” Naomi interrupted. “That makes sense.”

It didn’t to him, but Blake continued without commenting. “I kind of have a crush on her. I hid a camera in the bathroom. I got more than I thought I would. That night, before bed, they both took showers. I saw both of them naked. All of them.” As he spoke, his dick returned to rock hard and was again twitching, causing comments, smiles, and laughter from the many girls watching and listening to his story.

“And what did you do with the pictures,” Naomi asked.

“No, not pictures, a video. I saw all of each of them. Front, back, all. I even saw Sharon, uh, she uh,”

“You were doing so well, don’t earn another punishment. She did what?”

“She stuck a finger in her cuuu, uh, her slit. I think she was beating off. Well, not that, girls don’t do that. Masturbating is what I think she was doing.”

“Oh, maybe you are learning,” Naomi said. “You almost used a crude term, but stopped yourself. The word you wanted is vulva.” She paused, a smile on her face as she looked down at his dick, which he could feel twitching up and down with each beat of his heart, which was pumping faster than normal. “And what did you do with these video things.”

“I, uh, created a hidden file on my laptop and put them there.”

“Good for you. I don’t sense a lie.” Naomi looked back at his face. “I’m going to ask the sheriff to release you, and then you are going to show all these girls how a boy masturbates. Only, you are not allowed to shoot until I give you permission. Get it wrong, and you’ll earn even more punishment.”

Bryce felt hands pulling his hands together, and then the clip that bound them to the post behind him was released. He pulled his hands down and began.

“He didn’t ask for permission,” one of the younger girls who had shaved him stated.

Bryce forced himself to stop, even though the need to jack off was overpowering. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to. May I start?”

“That was fine. I hadn’t told you that requirement here, but once questioned by Lily, you stopped, explained yourself, and then asked for permission. No punishment this time, but now you know the rule. Yes, you may continue.”

Jacking off in front of anyone would have been the most humiliating thing he’d ever done by far. But in front of around twenty girls, some two years younger than himself made it far worse. Even with that, the need to cum came quickly.

“May I shoot?” he asked.

“No, we’re all enjoying watching this,” Naomi said.

Bryce tried to reduce the stroke rate. He tried a different hand position. But none of that was working. He knew he was going to shoot in seconds.

“Please, may I do it now?” He begged.

“I’ll say yes, if you agree that your hair will not return for six months.”

“Okay,” he said, under tremendous strain from trying to not cum.

“Then you may fire when ready,” Naomi said. “You girls in front may want to back up a bit.”

They barely had time to move before Bryce experienced an orgasm that far exceeded anything he’d ever experienced before. It seemed to last for twice as long as normal. He couldn’t help but think that once he woke up his sheets were going to need to be changed.

It took nearly a minute before he caught his breath and was able to stand straight up again. At the last second, he remembered something. “Thank you for that punishment,” he said, looking at Naomi.

“What did you learn from it?” she asked with a smile.

He was at a loss. He tried to think, but his brain was still fuzzy. “I, uh, it was the best jack off I’ve ever had,” he came up with, and immediately regretted saying it. “Because of your punishment, it was far better than normal. Thank you.”

“Okay,” she said, apparently satisfied. “We have things to discuss. Walk with me. And I hope I don’t need to remind you where your hands belong.”

He made sure they were to his sides. He followed her as she continued walking through town. He, naked except for shoes and socks. Everywhere he looked, he saw a girl he thought he knew, but he’d been here long enough to know they were replicas produced by his dream. However, it still bothered him that they all looked at his groin as he walked past them.

“Unless you want to find out what it is like to return here a second time, you need to practice the lessons you’ve learned here. Honesty. Kindness. Thanking people when appropriate. Humility. And perseverance.”

He wasn’t sure what the last one meant, but stayed quiet. “This world will be watching you, to see if you’ve really learned your lesson. It will expect you to provide a chance for the girl you like and your sister to punish you in ways they will enjoy. You’ve learned quickly, which means you might forget just as fast. Do not stray from the correct path, for the second time here is far worse than this time.”

Naomi stopped walking. “How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Hours. All day.” Then he thought. As far as he could tell, the sun was still in the same spot. Another trick of his dream state.

“About ten minutes,” Naomi stated. “Walk straight ahead. Don’t look back, and don’t hesitate.”

“Thanks,” he managed to say before he began walking. There was nothing but endless grassland ahead of him. Yet by the time he’d taken a dozen steps, he could see a shadowy area ahead. One that looked dimmer than where he was. He kept going.

It was boiling hot, and humid. He stopped, and turned around. Behind him was the tree he’d investigated long ago, only this time, there was no light in the middle. It was just an old, thick tree. Then he realized he was still naked. He began searching for his shorts.

“Looking for these?” a voice from behind said.

He turned. Naomi was there, holding his shorts. “Come on Naomi, let me have them,” he said as his hands covered his privates.

“Who the hell is Naomi?” Sharon Davis asked. She had a smile that lit up her whole face. “And move your hands. I want to see more.”

“Yeah, let her see what you look like,” another voice came from his left. “And then we’ll take your shorts home and give them to Mom and tell her you were running around naked.”

He turned and looked. It was Kim. So, was this still a dream or not? He knew exactly where he was. A mile from home. And on a popular running trail through the wooded area of the park near his house. And if it wasn’t a dream, he couldn’t let his sister tell their parents. He tried to think of how he could counter threaten her, but suddenly an image formed in his head of him in the jail, his arms tied to the rope and pully, while a team of girls were using kitchen spatulas to spank him front and back.

It was a clear warning that this was not a dream, and if he didn’t act appropriately, he was going to end up back on the other side for a worse trip than he’d just experienced. Then he remembered one of the last things Naomi had said to him. That the world would be watching, and it would provide a means for his sister and Sharon to punish him.

“Please don’t tell Mom,” he began. “You two can punish me. I was running around naked. I didn’t want to get caught, but the danger that I might was, uh, exciting.”

“Well, this is a twist I didn’t expect,” his sister said with a laugh. “I’ll take you up on your offer, although you might be better off being punished by Mom instead.”

“There has to be rules,” Bryce dared. “You can’t make me do stuff that gets me in trouble or hurt. No adults find out about this. And I don’t go home naked.”

“And for you, once we start down this path, you can’t change your mind. Mom won’t find out as long as you do what we tell you.” Kim looked at Sharon. “Are you in?”

“Hell yes,” she responded. “Let’s start with this. You have to tell the truth when we ask you questions. Starting with, why don’t you have any pubic hair? You’re fourteen, and I know you had armpit hair, so that means pubes. What happened to them?”

“I shaved them off.” It was a lie of course, but how could he tell the truth about it happening on the other side? That he walked into the tree behind him and was somewhere else – he was sure he wasn’t supposed to bring that up.

“Okay, but not good enough,” Kim began. “When you answer us, don’t leave it so we have to ask a follow up question. You should have told us why you shaved your pubes.”

“And move your hands so we can see them,” Sharon added.

Bryce had to think fast. He thought about saying he lost a bet, but then he’d have to make up who he bet, and they might check, so that was out.

“I wanted to see what I used to look like. Before. Before I grew them.” He managed to move his hands to his sides, giving his sister and Sharon an unobstructed view of all of him. Both had moved closer.

“He does look kind of like a ten-year-old,” Sharon said to Kim. “Raise your arms.”

When he complied, they both laughed upon seeing his bare armpits too.

“You will keep yourself like that until your punishment ends.”

Bryce remembered accepting a deal from Naomi that meant his pubes would not grow back for six months. Now he knew how that worked. And that being punished by Kim and Sharon was not going to end today, or anytime soon.

“How long is it going to last?” he asked.

“Until we are satisfied that you hold no secrets from us,” Kim answered. “As long as it takes. Or, you can back out of the deal now and I’ll go home and tell Mom. She won’t make you come home naked, and you’ll be free of us. Except for what we already know. And if we aren’t in charge of you, then there is nothing keeping us from telling anyone that we caught you running naked in the park and that you shaved your pubes.”

“Speaking of secrets, what is the biggest one you have?” Sharon asked. “Assuming, of course, that you still want us to punish you.”

He’d been wondering exactly how he was supposed to let them know. The other side did seem to have ways to make sure he had learned his lesson.

“I, uh, have videos of both of you. Naked.”

“WHAT THE HELL!” Kim shouted. “You have what?”

“Two weeks ago, when Sharon slept over. I hid a camera in the bathroom. You both took a shower that evening. I saw all of both of you.”

“Did you …” Sharon paused, not sure how to finish the question.

“Yes,” Bryce admitted. “I saw you masturbate.”

“Well, well, well,” Kim said, smiling at her best friend. “That certainly changes how long this punishment will last. Let’s start by letting us watch you. Do it, right here, right now.”

“No,” Sharon said. “He’d enjoy it too much, even with us watching. Look at his dick. See that shiny stuff hanging down from the tip? He wants to do it.”

“Is that true?” Kim asked. “Do you want to do it? Remember, we’re after total truth, no lies or trying to mislead us.”

“I do very much want to do it, but not with you watching.”

“Then how do we get around this?” Sharon asked Kim. “He saw me, and I want to see him do it. But I don’t want him to enjoy it.”

“You could order me to not shoot without permission,” Bryce forced himself to say. Both girls looked at him with wicked smiles.

“Then do it,” Kim ordered. “Play with yourself, but don’t shoot unless one of us gives you permission to do it.”

“What happens when I fail?” he asked. “Because I will. I can’t not shoot, not if I’m doing it. It is going to happen.”

“Then you’ll earn more punishments,” his sister answered with a smirk. “Get started. And just to be clear, you do not have permission to shoot.”

He knew he was going to fail. It was inevitable. Being naked in front of Sharon was too much to hold it back for long. He began with slow strokes, but then realized that the girls were really enjoying watching him. Knowing he was going to fail in the end, he decided to not prolong it. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings.

It only took a short time before he knew it was coming. “Please, can I cum?”

Neither girl spoke. He was about to plead again when the feeling overtook him.

“UH, UH, UH,” he grunted as three bursts exploded from his dick. It was humiliating, embarrassing, and satisfying all at the same time.

“Oh, this is so cool, you come up with the best punishments,” his sister snickered. “I never would have thought of making you do that. How do you think you should be punished for finishing without permission?”

He decided he wasn’t going to help them anymore. “I don’t know,” he said.

“Well, we’ll give you time to think of something. Get on the trail and go around. When you get back, we’ll see if you have come up with anything.”

“I’ll get caught for sure,” he said. It was true, by this time of day he was lucky that nobody had passed by and seen him already.

“Then you’d better pay attention and be prepared to hide,” Sharon said.

“Or just be brave and pass them by,” his sister added. “Don’t spend too much time hiding because if we get bored waiting on you, we’ll have to hide your shorts. And to not go home naked, you’ll have to search for them.”

He gave in. “I’ll put the camera in my room and feed it to your computer. Then you’ll know if I jack off and shoot without permission.”

“That’s good, we’ll do that when you get home. But unless you want me to have you come up with two more punishments, I told you to go around the trail. Get moving.” His sister knew that she now had total control over him.

“And don’t cover up,” Sharon called as he headed up the trail.

It normally took him twenty minutes to make the circle, but this time would be different. He was naked. And it was still boiling hot and very humid. If he came across someone, he had to decide if he should hide and take a chance that his sister would hide his shorts somewhere, or just keep going. The worst spot would be by the parking lot. That was wide open, and there was a small park with swings and a slide for younger kids to play while their older siblings or mother ran the trail.

He felt lucky that he reached the start of the trail without seeing anybody. Maybe the heat and humidity were working in his favor, keeping other people inside an air-conditioned house. He stopped and looked, and saw nobody. He took off, this time running as fast as he could. One, to get out of the sun. But more important, to get back into the woods where he would have an option to hide if he came across anyone.

He guessed he was about five minutes from where he’d left his sister and Sharon when his luck ran out. Just in front of him, Melissa Walker stepped out of the trees and onto the track, facing him. He’d focused on the trail, not the surrounding woods, and Melissa was no more than three dozen steps from him.

“Bryce Burgess, what the hell?” she asked. She was taking him all in as he slowed to a walk. The urge to cover his privates with his hand was overpowering, and it took all of his willpower to not do it.

“I lost a bet,” he said and immediately began running again. He heard her ask more as he passed, but he didn’t stop or shout an answer. He hurried to where he hoped his sister was still waiting.

She was. She and Sharon were sitting with their backs against the very large oak tree that had taken him to the other side. They rose as he arrived.

“Did anyone see you?” Sharon asked. Then, before he could answer, she added, “I guess so.” She was looking over his shoulder.

He turned. Melissa was there. A girl in his grade, and other than shoes and socks, he was naked, and not permitted to cover up.

“You lost a bet and had to go around the trail naked?” she giggled. “That is so wonderful. At least the park is mostly empty today because of the heat.”

Sharon caught on quickly. “Not only that, but he isn’t allowed to use his hands to cover up. What do you think of him?”

She peered at him for several seconds. “I guess I expected hair down there. And I’ve never seen a boy our age naked, but I thought his thing would be bigger too. He looks more like he’s twelve, not fourteen.”

“That’s because he had to shave his pubes off as part of the same bet,” Kim laughed. “Sharon was never going to lose to him. We’re not allowed to tell you what the bet was, and we need to ask you to not tell others you saw him, but other than that, you can look as long as you want. Give these to him when you’ve seen enough.” She handed his shorts to Melissa.

“And tell us if he covers up,” Sharon said as she and Kim headed for home.

“They aren’t allowed to tell me, but you can. What was the bet?”

Bryce had agreed to tell the truth to his sister and Sharon, but he was sure that didn’t extend to others. At least not yet.

“I can’t tell you either. It involves someone else, and that person doesn’t want anyone to know he was involved.”

“So, another boy,” Melissa said, thinking. “And was he also naked?”

“Like I said, I can’t talk about it. Can I please have my shorts?” He could feel is dick growing hard again. Too many times in one day, but he couldn’t prevent it.

She glanced down, watching as his dick grew thicker and began to point straight ahead.

“Did you get hard like that in front of your sister and Sharon?” Her gaze never left his groin.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” She shook her head, but still didn’t look him in the face. Then she pulled out her phone.

“Hey, no pictures,” he complained.

She didn’t respond. Not to him. He could hear a faint series of tones from her phone, and then she held it up to her ear. “Hey Kim. Your brother has an erection, and when I asked if you saw him with one too, he guessed that you did.”

He couldn’t hear his sister’s response, but a second later he could see that Melissa had him in a video chat. “Bryce, answer her questions truthfully. See you at home.” Kim ended her side of the call, and then Melissa ended hers.

“So, did they see you with an erection?”

“Yes,” he said. Anticipating the next question, he added. “They made me play with myself. I’m guessing you want to see that too. Is it okay with you if I shoot?”

“Yeah, I guess. Wait a second, why did you ask that? Did they tell you that you can’t?”

“I’m not allowed to shoot unless I have permission.”

“I think you tried to trick me. So no, you don’t have my permission. What happens if you do it without permission?”

“I get punished. A punishment I think up. I didn’t have one for shooting without permission, so she made me run. That’s when you saw me.”

“Good to know. Go ahead and play with yourself.”

Once again, he began stroking his dick. And as before, he knew that eventually he was going to shoot, so there was no reason to delay it. He only managed two bursts, but his body surged with several more dry ones.

“I won’t even make you think up a punishment for that,” Melissa said. “I already know what I want. School starts next Monday, and on the first day of our freshmen year I want to see you naked in school. How you manage to do it doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to see you.”

She dropped his shorts on the ground and left, humming softly to herself. Bryce quickly dressed before anyone else saw him.

Once home, Kim made him take the shorts off again. He told her how things had ended with Melissa.

“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Kim said. “I think I know exactly how to make it happen. You won’t have to do a thing except show up. I think you’re going to be the most horribly pranked freshman in the history of Baxter Spring High School.” She and Sharon laughed at the thought.

“Now, we want to see if we have the camera in your room positioned right. So go get into your bed and play with your thing again.

“Do I have permission to cum?” he asked.

“Of course not! What would be the fun in that?”

With a heavy heart, he headed to his room. Maybe telling his parents that he’d gone for a naked run in the park wasn’t such a bad idea. It would earn him some heavy punishments, yeah, but nothing like what Kim was putting him through.

The camera was barely visible. If he hadn’t known it was there, he’d have never spotted it. He hadn’t made the bed that morning, but there was no sense in doing it now. He got comfortable on top of the messed-up sheet and tried to get hard.

After five minutes of trying, Kim and Sharon entered his room. “What’s going on?” his sister asked.

“Can’t do it. Too many times today. It won’t get hard.”

“Okay, I guess. The camera position is good. We’ll know if you try to do it at night. Which you can, but if you shoot, you’d damn well better have been given permission.”

“And you have to leave the bathroom door open when you shower or use the toilet,” Sharon said. Your sister, or me if I’m here, reserve the right to walk in on you to make sure you aren’t using that place to satisfy your needs.”

“And, you will tell me where you are going anytime you leave the yard,” his sister added.

“I’ve got to cum sometime,” he said, rising up and showing his disgust at the arrangement.

“Oh, you don’t understand. You can shoot all you want; I’ve placed no limits on that. Only that you will earn a punishment each time you do it without permission. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. But if you do, tell one of us. If we know that you did it and you don’t tell us, the punishment will be much worse.”

They both sat on the counter and watched him shower. He was allowed to dress just before his mom was due home from work. Dinner was quieter than normal as the two of them frequently bickered back and forth over anything. There parents enjoyed the quiet for a change, and neither of them wanted to ask what brought it on. They only hoped that it would last for a while.

The next morning he woke up to find his sheet pulled back. Rarely did he not have a boner upon waking, and today was one of those days. He could only guess that his sister had come in to see if he was doing anything in his sleep. At least he hadn’t had a wet dream. He’d hate trying to explain that to her.

He dressed and headed for the bathroom. He remembered at the last second to not close and lock the door as he was used to doing. He tried to listen, but if his sister came to make sure he wasn’t jacking off, he didn’t hear her.

Kim was just finishing her breakfast when he came down. “I can’t see what you do under your sheet, so from now on, learn to sleep without a cover.”

He managed to get through the day without having to be naked. He spent most of it cutting the grass and other yard work that were part of his chores during the summer. Not being seen naked was a mixed blessing because by evening his body had recovered from all the jerking off he’d done yesterday. By the time he went to bed, he was already thinking about doing it. But he resisted, knowing it would lead to a punishment. Instead, he tried to think of someplace he could go where she wouldn’t know if he did it.

He had it in minutes. Wishing he could jack off, he turned his back to the camera. He knew she’d be able to see movement if he tried, and the thought that she may be watching him at this very minute kept him honest. But he knew that tomorrow he’d be able to enjoy himself. She might not trust him, but she wouldn’t be able to prove anything.

“You touched yourself last night,” Kim said when he came into the kitchen dressed. “But you didn’t shoot. I was kind of hoping you would.”

“You can’t hold me responsible for what I do in my sleep,” he said, but then saw her smile. Of course she could. He was in too deep to refuse to do anything. As he sulked, she asked him what his plans were for today.

“I thought I’d take in a movie. School starts tomorrow, so it’s kind of a last chance.”

“Maybe I’ll come too,” she said. “What are you going to see?”

He knew she’d come, but it wouldn’t matter. She couldn’t follow him into the men’s room. “I don’t know. I’ll decide when I get there. I figured lunch time would be good, the price is lower.” He sat to eat his breakfast.

“Good, we’ll go together. Until then, let’s have some fun. You can shoot now if you want, but only on one condition. You have to aim it at your bowl of cereal and then finish eating.”

“That’s gross. I’ll pass.”

“I could order you to do it, but I won’t, this time. But don’t think I’ll forget it in the future. Go ahead and get naked anyway. After you do the dishes, I want you to vacuum all the carpets and wash the kitchen floor. You should easily be done before it is time to leave.”

With a sigh, he stood and removed the clean clothing he’d put on this morning. He got a chubby from being naked once again. While he ate, she left her bowl on the table and went to her room.

There were no cameras here. He thought about doing it. But if she walked in a caught him, it would be a huge error on his part. He finished most of his cereal, but the thought of it covered in his cum left him without much of an appetite. He grabbed both bowls and took care of them.

He got the vacuum out of the utility closet and stated in his room. Then his parent’s room, and then Kim’s room. She wasn’t in it, much to his surprise. That left the front room.

He eyed the front room drapes, which were normally kept open. He could close them, but Kim would notice it immediately and he could earn a punishment for it. It wasn’t worth the risk; the windows had a tint that made seeing in from outside difficult.

All the same, he hurried to get that room done. He was nearly finished when movement at the window caught his attention. He turned just in time to see a girl from his grade, Lora Townsend, walk past. Before he could react, the doorbell rang.

“Get that, would you?” Kim said from the back of the room.

He hadn’t known she was there, and it made him jump. “I’m naked,” he stated as he turned off the vacuum.

“I know. Answer the door.”

The bell rang again just as he got there. He opened the door, using it to shield his body. Then he saw that Lora wasn’t alone. With her were her twin brother and sister, Tabitha and Neil. Both were thirteen, a year younger than him.

Tabitha pushed past him and then turned and looked. “God, you weren’t lying, he really is naked!” Next to her, her twin brother laughed.

Lora followed them in and pushed the door closed. “Yes, he certainly is.”

She looked at him for several seconds before Kim told him to finish with the vacuum. The three girls and one boy took seats and watched him work. Having three more sets of eyes on him caused him to once again get an erection. He could hear Tabitha saying something but couldn’t make out the words over the noise from the vacuum.

He finished, and traded the vacuum for the mop and bucket. As he added water to the bucket, Kim told him to move the kitchen chairs into the front room. “Put them right here,” she pointed to a spot right at the edge between the carpet and the tile floor of the kitchen.

They sat as soon as he put the last chair in position. He felt totally embarrassed. A boy, a year younger than him, was laughing at him. Doing housework while totally naked and hard. The girls were bad enough, having Neil there made it even worse.

Precum hung from his dick when he finished. Hopefully, Kim wouldn’t require him to jack off. Not with a boy there.

“While the floor dries, you can play with yourself if you want. I even give you permission to shoot.” Kim was hoping he’d turn it down. She had a pretty good idea of what he planned to do at the movie, and was prepared should he try it. She felt that doing it in front of a boy would embarrass him even more, and her intuition was correct. He turned down the offer.

After he put the chairs away, she gave him clothes to wear. A simple pair of shorts and a pull-over shirt that was too big for him. He dressed without comment, and the five of them headed for the theater.

He chose an action movie that he was sure the girls would not have picked if it was up to them. Kim chose the very back row on one side instead of in the middle. Neil said he didn’t want to sit with them and found his own seat further down.

Bryce waited for a boring part and said he needed to pee. He could just barely see his sister’s eyes widen, and she was about to say something, but he pushed past her. Once in the lobby, he hesitated for a few seconds to see if she would follow him, but she didn’t. Then he hurried to the men’s room and took a stall on the end.

With the shorts around his knees, he finally had some privacy. He jerked off in earnest, hurrying to get it done. But once finished, he decided to have a second one, a bit slower this time. Who knew how long it would be before he had another chance.

When he returned to the movie, he saw the seating had changed. He was now between his sister and Lora. As he sat, Kim questioned why he’d been gone so long if he just needed to pee. He lied, saying he also needed to take a dump.

“That’s it? All you did was take a dump and pee?”

She certainly suspected, but she couldn’t know. He lied, and told her that was all he did.

He could see her smile in the light reflected from the screen. She pulled out her cell phone and, in clear violation of theater rules, she turned it on.

“Then explain this,” she said as she held the phone in front of him.

A video, that started with him rubbing his dick and ended with him shooting five bursts of cum into a wad of toilet paper. It had been taken from over the wall, and he’d been too sure of himself to not ever check.

“But how?” He knew she wouldn’t have dared go into the men’s room. Then he looked and saw that Neil was sitting sideways in his seat, looking back at them with a smile planted on his face.

“You tried to trick me. You shot without permission, even after I offered you a chance to do it earlier this morning. And then you lied. Give me the shorts.”

He was screwed. She couldn’t make him leave the theater naked. At least he hoped not. He removed the shorts and handed them to her. Then she traded seats with Tabitha, leaving him between the two Townsend girls.

Twice during the movie Tabitha explored a boy with her hand. She squeezed his dick a bit, and lifted it, giving her access to his balls. He concentrated as much as he could on the movie to try and keep from getting hard.

He was distracted by a light coming from inside the seat in front of him. Before he could react, a hand reached out and pulled him into the chair.

Once again, he found himself on a grassy knoll. Sharon, no, Naomi was there.

“You were warned. Yet you attempted deception. You lied openly. You are about to start your second trip here. Trust me, you do not ever want to return for a third one. Run with me or what is going to happen will be twice as bad. Give me the shirt.”

He pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to her. As soon as he did, she began to run towards the small, old-looking town at the base of the hill. With fear in his heart, he followed.

He was brought to the center of town, again, in front of what he thought was a church. All around were boys and girls he recognized, but he knew from the last time he was here that they were not the kids he knew from his world.

“Raise your hands straight into the air, and do not lower them until I say you can,” the rough-looking woman sheriff ordered.

He raised them, and girls and boys who in his world were eleven and twelve years old began beating him with short pieces of flat wood. The slaps themselves didn’t hurt except for the ones across his balls, but the number of them began to add up. Very little of the skin between his neck and knees was left untouched, and what started as a gentle warmth soon became hot. Pain soon followed. Still, he endured it and it continued. Finally, a particularly hard slap to his balls made him double over and he grabbed his balls in his hand.

“Good, now we know how much you can endure,” the sheriff said as she grabbed his hair and pulled him up straight. Naomi will handle your re-education. You are not going to enjoy your time here; I promise you that.”

“Come, we have work to do,” Naomi ordered, ignoring his obvious pain. Every inch of his body hurt, but he managed to follow her.

Time seemed to stretch out forever. The sun never seemed to move. He had to hold and gently squeeze the ball sacks of first-time visiting boys, just as had been done to him. Then another round of the sticks, just as the pain from the first time had faded. Then more boy sacks. He hadn’t realized how many boys were brought here when he was on his first trip.

He had to clean up any messes made by those boys, and once, when he didn’t move fast enough, he was ordered to kneel on the floor and lick up the spent cum a boy had shot. When he started to refuse, a finger wrapped in a soft rag was suddenly inserted rudely into his butt. The intrusion hurt as it forced its way past his sphincter, and then the real pain began. His butt hole was on fire! Not flames, but it burned as though it was.

“That rag will be removed after you have cleaned up the mess the boy made on the floor,” Naomi said calmly.

Never before had he been eager to lick a floor, and certainly not to lick up another boy’s cum. But he did it, and quickly. Naomi pointed out two spots he missed, and he quickly licked them up. Only then did the rag get removed. The burning lessened, but didn’t go away.

Next was a trip to the poles. Only unlike the last time, he was told to just keep his arms there himself, and his legs spread. Just as he’d seen the boy named Todd the first time he’d been here. He knew what was next.

Across from him was the boy he’d just forced into the rope and pully network in the sheriff’s office. He was asked if the boy was a little boy, and responded the way he knew they wanted.

The younger girls were sent to get scissors and razors, and a few minutes later any tiny hairs that might have started to grow back were removed. For the boy across from him, it was worse, as he’d had a decent patch of hair before they shaved him. Bryce remembered how he’d felt.

The cycle continued many more times. The short wooden boards, helping to get boys into position, girls touching him, and several proper paddling’s. His whole body was a mass of pain, yet he was required to be stoic and try and not show it. He guessed he’d been here for ten, maybe twelve hours, yet the sun had hardly moved.

Then, Naomi asked him a question. “Do you think you can obey the rules until your punishment is over?”

“Yes,” he muttered.

“Make sure, for as bad as this trip has been, a third one is even worse. And you should know that if you come back a fourth time, it never ends. You don’t go back to your world.”

“So this is hell?” he asked.

“It could be. Or just a training ground for boys heading in the wrong direction. What it is doesn’t matter. What matters is how you choose to live your life. Do you need more time here, or are you ready to return?”

“I want to go back,” he answered. Almost immediately, he saw a dark hole open in front of him. He climbed into it and immediately found himself in the theater seat with Lora and Tabitha Townsend on either side of him. His body carried the reminder of how much pain he’d been under just moments before, but as he looked at the screen, he guessed he hadn’t missed more than a minute or so of the movie.

“Which do you choose?” the younger girl asked him.

“I’m sorry, I was somewhere else and not paying attention to you,” he said.

“Leave here without your shorts, or give my brother what he wants,” Tabitha said with a bit of disgust sounding in her voice when she mentioned her brother.

He didn’t know exactly what Neil wanted, but he could guess. And he was not about to do that under any circumstances.

“Then, when the movie ends, you have thirty minutes to get back to your house or you’ll have to do it for him anyway.”

That meant he had to leave naked. But then he realized, he now had the long pull-over shirt on again, even though he’d given it to Naomi and she hadn’t given it back. It would still be horrible, but he was not going to suck Neil’s dick, which he was positive was what the boy wanted.

As the movie ended and the credits started to roll, the girls got up. As Lora passed him, she said, “Thirty minutes. Don’t be late, I don’t want Neil getting what he hopes for. He’s too young.”

Bryce stood. If he pulled the shirt down, it barely covered his privates. He could pull the front down more, but that lifted the back and exposed his butt. It would have to do. He got to the aisle and joined the crowd. In the semi-dark of the theater, the kids wanted to get out and none of them were paying any attention to him. But once in the lobby, they had more room. It was brightly lit, and Bryce headed for the doors as fast as he dared walk.

Outside, the sun blinded him. Because of it, he didn’t see Neil waiting for him off to the side.

“You should have picked me,” the boy said as he came up behind Bryce and lifted the tails of the shirt up to his arm pits.

“Hey, look, Bryce Burgess doesn’t have any pants on,” he heard Neil yell. Then he ran off.

Suddenly he was exposed to dozens of kids. He pulled the shirt down and tried to run, but the damage was done. Now a score of kids knew he only had the shirt on. It was yanked up several times, and kids, mostly boys, were doing their best to pull it over his head.

Bryce put no effort into covering up his privates. He pushed his way through the crowd of kids while using his arms to hang onto his shirt. He finally broke free and began running as fast as he could towards home. Neil was there waiting for him.

“Offer me a blowjob and I’ll let you in,” he said casually, as if the six or seven girls and boys who had chased him home weren’t there.

“I’m not doing that.”

“I can grab you by the balls and work that shirt off and then what will you do? Your house is locked, and I have the key.”

Just then Bryce saw a flash of light from one of the posts on the front porch. He swore he saw Neil get pulled into it. But in less than a blink of an eye, he was back. He had a tear running down one cheek, and he was rubbing his butt.

“I know where you were,” Bryce said to him.

“You don’t know shit,” Neil shot back. But then he backed up. “I’m sorry for swearing. The girls are inside. I lied about the house being locked. He turned and held the door open.

“I do know where you were. A grassy area, with sheep. And people dressed in old style clothes, only they looked just like people you knew. I know because I was there too. Twice. Trust me, you don’t want to screw up and go back again.” Bryce pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.

“What took so long?” Lora asked her brother as he followed Bryce inside. “And why are you rubbing your butt? Did Bryce do something to you?”

Bryce stepped aside and looked at the younger boy. “It will be better if you tell them instead of me.”

Neil hesitated for several seconds. “I, uh, lied to him. I told him you guys were somewhere else and the house was locked and I had the key. I tried to, uh, get him to do something with me.”

“A blowjob?” his sister asked. “You were told in no uncertain terms that was not going to happen.” Then she looked at Bryce.

“What did you threaten him with to make him admit to that?”

“Nothing. I simply told him it would be better if he said it than if I did. I can give you the names of at least three kids who were close enough to hear him.”

“He didn’t threaten me at all. I was like he said. I know I screwed up, but I didn’t really do anything to him.”

“Apparently there are at least three other boys who now believe something else is happening right now,” Kim said. “You were told to not talk about what happened. Now we have to deal with shutting down the rumor mill before an adult hears about it.”

She turned to Bryce. “I’m going to need those names.”

“No. Neil will tell them,” Lora said. “And when he’s done, he needs to learn how to behave so that I can trust him.” She turned to her brother. “Go, and do a good job. If I hear one rumor about you getting a blow job from Bryce, your punishment will be far worse than his. So whatever you have to do to keep it from being spread you do.” She turned to her sister. “Go with him. If he can’t stop this, you need to be able to step up. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, easily. Those boys are scared of me. I think Pete likes me. Let’s go.” She grabbed Neils hand and pulled him to the door. “You’ve got just a few minutes to think of what you are going to say, so start thinking.”

“Tell us the whole story, what he said, and what you did,” Kim said. “And if I find out you did spank him or anything else to hurt him, you’ll get it back doubly.”

Bryce didn’t mention the pathway to the other side of course, but other than that he was straightforward and honest.

Ten minutes passed before Tabitha and Neil returned.

“I got to see him naked,” she almost shouted.

“Who, that boy you said likes you? Pete something?”

“I wish. No, I got to see Neil. The boys made him strip naked in front of me. He did, and they promised me they wouldn’t tell anyone. They didn’t believe it was going to happen anyway. The only thing that surprised them was that Bryce didn’t kick the shit out him for trying. Oh, by the way, all three of them said Bryce never touched Neil.”

“Well, if you saw him, then I’m a bit jealous and a lot curious,” Lora laughed. “Go ahead and get undressed and let all of us see you,” she said to him.

To his credit, he only hesitated a few seconds before complying. When he tried to use his hands to cover up, the girls all warned him they’d tie his arms behind his back unless he kept them to his sides.

“Oh, that is so cute,” Kim said. “Bryce, take the shirt off and stand next to him. I want to compare the two of you.”

The two boys stood sheepishly side-to-side, each making sure their hips didn’t touch. The girls laughed as each of them got hard.

“Other than size, they look identical,” Kim pointed out.

“Wait, you’re right,” Tabitha said. “But a month ago Neil was bragging about growing hair down there. But as we all can see, he doesn’t have any. Did you lie about it?”

Neil felt trapped. He couldn’t tell them about the other side or they’d punish him for lying. Besides, he didn’t want to talk to anyone about that place. Except for maybe Bryce. But he needed to answer his sister’s question.

“Yeah,” he said softly, knowing that admitting he lied about having the hair was a lie itself.

“Then he needs to be punished,” Trisha declared. “And I know how. He has a major crush on Gina Mathews. She should be allowed to see him like this.”

“NO!” he stated. “Not naked, please, I’ll do anything else. Not her, please.”

“You were so ready to get a blowjob from Bryce,” Lora began. “Instead, you can give him one. Or we call Gina. Your choice.”

Neil didn’t miss the jerk Bryce’s dick made when his oldest sister suggest that. Bryce had turned down sucking him off, now he had to make a choice. But Bryce was almost a full year older than him. And it would be totally disgusting. Not to mention that all the girls would probably watch him do it. He reluctantly accepted having them invite Gina.

Once told what she would see, and the conditions imposed on her to see it, she readily agreed. Besides, who would ever believe her is she said she got to see Neil Townsend naked as a punishment. She arrived in minutes, and was amazed when a totally naked and red-faced Neil answered the door.

Once inside, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She liked him, but at thirteen she wasn’t ready for a committed relationship with any boy. But it was so totally fun seeing him that she barely glanced at the older teen standing next to him.

“We were about to measure them when I realized that he bragged about having hair down there. He lied about that, so that’s why you got picked to see him.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about it.” Gina paused. “But wait, he did have them. Jeff Barbarossa didn’t believe him, and he showed them to Jeff and several other boys. So, he did have hair. But you’re right, now he doesn’t.”

“You lied to us about lying?” Tabitha asked.

Neil was really trapped now. “Yeah, I did. I shaved them off because they itched, but I didn’t want to tell you that. So instead, I said I lied about having them.”

“Well, that is easy to punish,” his oldest sister snickered. “Until the end of the school year next spring, you will shave that area once every two months and keep it hair-free. And Tabitha and I will inspect to make sure you do.”

“No, please, I’m not saying no, I’m just begging you, not that long,” Neil said.

“I’ll get them to change it if you do something I want,” Gina said. “Only, you won’t know what you’re agreeing to until you say yes.”

Neil was tempted, but it was too risky. “Not without knowing what I have to do.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” Gina admitted. “Tuesday is Shelly McKey’s thirteenth birthday. Me and five other girls are treating her to a party in the back room of the Pizza Place. You will bring her cake in, only your pants are going to fall down as you enter the room. You can have someone help you with that. You have to stand in front of all of us and sing her happy birthday before you can pull them back up. And you won’t be wearing underpants.” Gina turned to Neil’s sisters. “Does that give you enough to let his hair start growing back now?”

“Yeah, if he accepts it and does it,” Lora said. She looked at her brother.

“Won’t I get kicked out of the restaurant? And what about adults?”

“It will just be the seven of us, and we can fix a way to hold your pants up until you enter and the door closes behind you. Nobody will see you except for us.”

He thought. It was horrible, but better than having to be the only teenaged boy without hair in the eighth grade. “I’ll do it.”

“And now, we need two rulers,” Tabitha announced. “One for one of you to measure Bryce, and the other for Gina to measure my dumb twin brother.”

The rulers were provided. Kim thought it was too bad that Sharon wasn’t here to do it, but she wasn’t sure if Lora would mind so she didn’t call.

They were just about to start when there was a knock at the door. Kim looked out the window.

“It’s Sharon Davis. Bryce likes her. Is it okay if I let her in with Neil naked? She’s seen Bryce already.”

“Oh, absolutely yes, as long as you trust her to not tell anyone how I’m punishing my brother,” Lora responded.

Sharon was excited at the offer, and took one of the plastic rulers. It really only took seconds, but being able to touch a boy’s private parts was too good to not take advantage of. So Sharon and Gina worked slowly, making sure the dick being measured was nice and straight. It took around a minute before they each had a result.

“Four and a half inches,” Gina said.

“Four and seven-eighths,” stated Sharon. A quick search on the internet provided that Neil was a bit longer than average for his age, while Bryce was shorter.

“You mean that my brother’s dick is bigger than most boys his age?” Tabitha questioned.

“Not by much,” her sister answered. “But it is what it is. I want to get Neil home before either of our parents get back, so I guess we should get going.”

“Too bad your shirt is too short or I’d make you go home without any pants on,” Tabitha said.

“He can borrow Bryce’s shirt,” Kim offered.

With a nod from Lora, the shirt was given to Neil. But when he put it on, it came down to his knees. “No, he might as well wear the shorts.”

“Go into Bryce’s room and find another. I chose a long one for him on purpose, just in case.

Tabitha was back in a minute with another shirt. This one was only two or three inches below his ball sack. “Perfect,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

Neil tried to use the hands at his side to hold the shirt down, but his middle sister told him to let them swing free. “If a breeze comes up, it’ll lift the bottom, and then your bottom will be in view.”

“I have everything set in place for the punishment Melissa wanted for tomorrow,” Sharon said. “The boys who will cause it to happen are only worried that Bryce will tell on them.” She looked at him.

“What are they going to do?”

“You are going to end up naked in school, just as Melissa wanted. I don’t know how they will do it, but they will leave you with an explanation. Can we trust you to implicate yourself and not them? They don’t think any adults will see you, and they will do their best to stop anyone from going to the office to report it. All I need from you is a promise that you will take responsibility.”

Not having much of a choice, he said, “Okay."

“You do that, and other than keeping body hair removed until Spring Break your punishment will be over. Sharon and I will check frequently to make sure that you are shaving all of it off as it grows back,” Kim said.

That wouldn’t be a problem, Bryce thought to himself. Naomi had told him it wouldn’t grow back for six months. Spring Break would be just a bit longer than that.

“Just remember, until have completed Melissa’s punishment tomorrow, you are not allowed to shoot without permission or additional punishments will be added,” Sharon added.

That night, the fear of what tomorrow would bring kept him tossing and turning. And the thought of being naked in school gave him a boner, one he so much wanted to make go away with the use of his right hand. But he wanted this punishment to end, so he forced himself to not touch it. He had no idea what time he fell asleep, but he was groggy when his mom woke him the next morning. He woke up rapidly when she asked why he was naked and not wearing pajamas or at least underpants.

He pulled the sheet over him, even though it was a wasted effort. His mom had already seen him. And he was erect. “I just, I uh, I don’t have a good reason,” he said. “I just didn’t feel like putting anything on after my shower. I tried going to bed early. I’m worried about my first day at high school. I hear they prank incoming freshmen.”

“That was just something someone told you to scare you,” his mom said. “Was it Kim?”

“No. Melissa Walker told me. She’ll be a freshman too, so I guess I believed her.”

“Okay. Get up and get dressed or you’ll be late.”

He waited until his mom left, closing his door behind her. Then he got up and headed for the bathroom, still naked, hoping a pee would make his erection go away.

It did, but when he returned to his room, Kim was there. She had laid out his clothing for the day. Short pants, ones that were a little big in the waist, but no belt. A pull-over shirt that was too small for him, barely covering his belly. No boxers. Ankle-length socks. Not how he wanted to be dressed for the first day of school, but he didn’t dare argue or make other selections.

By the time he was downstairs for breakfast, his parents were already gone. Kim giggled when she saw him. “It was what Melissa said you needed to wear.”

The day dragged on. It was right after lunch when he bent over to get a drink of water from a hallway fountain that he felt a tug on the back of his shorts. He stood straight up, but his shorts ended up around his knees. He’d been pantsed, easily, as the shorts he wore were too big and he didn’t have a belt.

He looked, and saw a boy he knew was a sophomore running away. But a dozen or so kids in the hallway all saw it happen and laughed loudly as he recovered his shorts.

But word spread, and during the next break between classes, he was pantsed again. This time, there were more kids around.

Near the end of the day, three boys surrounded him. One was a junior, the other two seniors. Now he knew it was coming.

“There is an assembly last period,” Steve Willard said to him. “You will find Melissa Walker, and stand next to her. At 2:55, five minutes before the assembly ends with the final bell, you will remove your shorts and shirt and give them to her. You will tell anyone that she dared you to do it, and she was supposed to give them back at the door, but she will get cut off. You can wait until everyone exits and get them back, or just keep going all the way home. If you say that we told you to do this, you’ll regret it. And if you refuse, well, I’m sure she will come up with something that is worse. Remember, it was just a dare. She never thought you’d really do it.” The three boys left.

It was a horrible plan, but he didn’t have any choice. He was glad nothing was taught in his last class because he only had one thing on his mind. He was going to be naked in school. He knew that many kids had nightmares about it, but he never had. For him, it was about to really happen.

The gym was packed as the entire school squeezed on for the assembly. Melissa met him at the entry and he followed her in. Fortunately for him, she hung in the back, passing up seats available in the stands.

Bryce didn’t pay any attention to anything that was said. His thoughts were only on the clock. At exactly 2:55, he unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He did his best to ignore the laughter from the few kids behind him as he stepped out of them. He gave them to Melissa. She was very interested and appreciative.

Then came his shirt. He pulled it over his head. It was done, he was now naked in school. The laughter in the back caused more students to turn and look his way. He almost missed the last thing the principle had to say.

“Okay, we’re done. You don’t need to wait for the bell, school is dismissed.”

He was taken by surprise as everyone turned and headed for the exits. He made up his mind. He was not going to wait by the door. Running home naked was the only real option. The problem was, there was already a crowd of kids at the door, and they couldn’t fit through as fast as they were arriving. More and more kids spotted him, and shouts of a naked boy rang out.

He looked for another way out. There was an exit behind the stage, but that might mean meeting the principal.

Most of the kids were in a hurry to get out and go home. It was a beautiful day outside, and they’d just finished being in school for the first time in months instead of out enjoying the weather.

Bryce looked for a place to hide, and found it before too many kids were aware he was naked. A door along the side. He ran to it and opened it, revealing a closet. He went in, closing the door behind him.

Some kids who knew he was there tried to open the door, but he’d flipped the switch on the inside of the doorknob, locking it. After several long seconds, they stopped trying. But that presented a new problem. They might have gone to get the janitor, or a teacher, or the principal.

He mentally counted down a minute. It was quiet on the other side, so he slowly opened the door and looked out.

Melissa Walker was standing ten feet back, waiting for him.

“How does it feel to actually be naked in school?” she asked.

“Terrible. Where are my clothes?”

“They should be on a bus by now,” Melissa laughed. “You didn’t wait for me by the door, so I gave them to your sister. I guess you’ll have to go home like you are.

“I can’t, you know I can’t. Where are my clothes really?”

“Right here,” his sister said from the side.

He turned. She had a short skirt and one of her tops. “This is all you get. Take it or leave it. It’s a very long walk home if you don’t hurry and catch the bus. That’s where we’re going.” She dropped the clothing and she and Melissa left.

He ran to the two items. He found that the skirt went on like a pair of pants. It had a button to hold it up, but it was her size and felt very loose on him. But better than being naked. He added the top and rushed out.

He made it just as the driver was about to close the door. Nearly every kid on the bus knew he was a boy, and roared with laughter when he got in. The only open seat was in the back, next to Melissa. By the time he got there, he had a boner.

She didn’t say or do anything as the bus made its way to his neighborhood. His was the third stop, but Melissa said he needed to get off at the first one. That would leave him five blocks from home. There was more laughter as he followed the other kids who got off at that stop. Just as the bus pulled away from the curb, someone behind him lifted the front of the skirt, showing all the kids who were watching out the window that he had no underpants on, just the skirt.

He began running, which was a mistake. He got to the next stop just as the last of the kids who lived here was getting off the bus. This time, two older boys held his arms while a third held the skirt up. The girls who had just gotten off gathered around to get a good look at him.

“Best prank ever,” one of them said. “All freshmen boys should have to go home like that.”

He was let go, and ran to get away from them, reaching his stop again just as his sister and Melissa got off. This time, he wasn’t exposed, but it hardly mattered at that point. He was pretty sure that somewhere around a quarter of the girls in his new school had seen his dick.

The three girls ignored him until they entered his house. He was afraid they were going to lock him out, but they didn’t.

“Give me my clothes back,” Kim said once they were inside. “Then, we will go to your room and watch as you delete the videos you made. Once that is done, your punishment is over, and mom and dad don’t ever need to know what you did. Except for your promise to keep yourself shaved until Spring Break.”

He removed the clothes and they followed him to his room.

“Oh, just one more thing before we go to your computer. We want to watch you play with yourself again. And, the best news of all – you have my permission to shoot.”

“No, you said it was over,” he said.

“After the videos are deleted.”

“Then I’ll do that now.” He pushed past them and lifted the top of his computer.

“Before you try and log in, you should know you are on dangerous ground. You really should choose a stronger password than your initials and your birthdate backwards. If you beat off, I’ll tell what you need to know to log in. but if you don’t, then the videos stay there until after dinner when mom and dad will see them.”

He paused. She knew his password. How she had guessed it he had no idea. He let the top fall back down and sat on his bed. It shouldn’t matter, they’d all seen him naked and hard for hours already. They’d seen him jack off. But that didn’t matter. It was still embarrassing to have to do it again. But he didn’t have any choice. At least this time he was allowed to cum. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and began.

He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see them watching him. It took several seconds to even begin to get comfortable. Then, the feeling grew, getting stronger with every pulse, until finally he felt it coming. With his left hand, he got the tissue ready. Four powerful bursts, one weak one, and then the slow dribble. He caught it all in the tissue and opened his eyes.

“Hey!” he said as he saw Kim holding her cell phone up.

“That’s to make sure you keep your promise,” she said as she stopped recording. “We get to inspect whenever we want, and I will not show this video to anyone, nor will I copy the file. You can tell mom, but you’d better have a reason for why you allowed us to watch you do it. Spring Break is just over six months from now. Then this gets deleted.”

He wanted to argue, but he knew she would only make it worse somehow. “What’s my password?”

“The same as before, except it is all capital letters now.”

He tried, and it worked. “You can change it back if you want, but right now, I want to see you delete the files you have. “Oh, and I know about the third one.”

“What?” Sharon asked. “You said he only had two, one of each of us. What’s on the third one?”

“You’ll see, for he’s going to show it before he deletes it. I don’t think he’ll dare refuse at this point. He’s too close to being done.”

There was no point in not letting them see it. Not anymore. He logged in, opened the secure file he thought nobody would ever know was there. But Kim knew, she’d just proved that. He opened the third file and launched it.

It was him, from the day before the sleepover. He wanted to make sure the camera was positioned right. So, he’d taken a shower, and jacked off at the same time.

“Oh, look, he has hair then,” Melissa said. “It looks so different now.”

The girls wanted to see it again, and once more after that. Then they finally let him delete all three of the videos.

“You are forgetting something,” Kim said. She pointed up to where he knew she’d placed the camera. “I could have kept those files for the next time you did something to piss me off, but you have really been trying to be good. So now we can go to my room and delete them after I let Sharon and Melissa watch the good parts.”

There were seventeen files in all, but one of them was much smaller than the others. “These are from the camera he used to film us naked. But most of it is just him sleeping. I took the best parts and clipped them to a smaller file.” She launched it.

It showed him going to bed naked. It was spliced together to only show him touching himself. It was embarrassing, but after what he’d just done, it wasn’t that disturbing. The file was only five minutes long, and after that he watched as she deleted all the files.

“You can go and remove the camera now,” she said. “And get dressed if you want. Remember your promise.”

She had deliberately chosen her words carefully. She was pretty sure he’d follow them exactly without thinking. And a moment later she was proven right. A still naked Bryce entered his room and climbed up on his chair to reach the camera. It caught all of him. As he shut the camera off, she saved the file.

“Insurance. If he goes back to being the asshole he used to be, others will see this,” she explained to Sharon and Melissa.

After school on Tuesday, Lora and Tabitha escorted their brother to the Pizza Place. They even paid for the cake. He wore a very loose pair of shorts that were held up by a belt they had all but cut through. A black string was tied to the back of it. As he entered the room, Tabatha had hold of the thread. She gave it a strong tug and felt it snap. She saw the shorts heading south, and closed the door, but not before hearing first a gasp and then laughter from the seven girls sitting at the table.

With his shorts around his ankles, Neil held the cake high, giving them an unobstructed view of his privates as he launched into an off-key version of Happy Birthday. When he was done, he said losing his pants was his present to her and bent to pull them up.

“No, I see how much Shelly likes your gift, but you should stay and have cake with us,” Gina said. “Since you, as you are, are her present. You can pull your pants up after the rest of us have given her our presents.”

Although it sounded like an offer, Neil knew it wasn’t a choice. She had met with him in school that day and told him he was going to be Shelly’s present, and what to expect.

So, now he stood there exposed, his dick stiff, and his arms to his sides. The girls took their time enjoying both the cake and Neil’s present. Then, one at a time, they each present Shelly with their present. While she got some great ones, all there knew the best gift by far was given by Neil.

For his bravery and courage, he got a kiss from Shelly. A real kiss, on the lips, with her tongue pushed into his mouth. His dick twitched wildly as she held him. Only then did he get to pull his shorts up. He now had to hold them to keep them in place, but with a certain degree of pride and a kiss he enjoyed, he exited the room.

***

Bryce did not go back to the way he had been. He’d been to the other side twice and had no intention of going a third time. He didn’t need to worry about shaving his pubes, as Naomi had promised, they didn’t start growing back for six months. It made gym classes a bit more embarrassing as he was the only boy there without hair and he frequently had to lie about why he didn’t. That, and the girls inspected him weekly for the first two months, and then gradually less often as time went by. It wasn’t so much to see if he was keeping his skin bare as just seeing a teen boy naked. The only time he actually had to do it was just before Spring Break, because whatever Naomi had done was complete and they had started to grow back.

He also made a point to meet with Neil Townsend. He won the boy’s confidence, and told him what it was like going back a second time. Because Neil was now positive that Bryce really knew what happened to him that day, he trusted him. He managed to change his behavior such that he never earned a second trip. Even though there was a ten-month age difference between them, they became friends.

The End