Back To School

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.

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

Back to School

Aden Montgomery was NOT looking forward to the first day of school. At the beginning of summer, he’d graduated from Three Glens Intermediate School, where as a seventh grader he’d been on the top of the heap. It also was only the second time he would be in the same school as his older sister Anna.

Now, just a few months after his thirteenth birthday, he was in Three Glens Junior High, which housed eighth and ninth grades, and he wasn’t looking forward to being the ‘baby’ again, as Anna liked to introduce him to her friends, male and female.

And to make it worse, he had to spend the last Saturday of his summer vacation with his mom at the school for orientation and uniform purchasing. That’s right, he had to wear a uniform. And, with his mom present, he had to purchase his gym clothing, which included an athletic supporter. And they didn’t just purchase what he needed; his mom insisted (as did many of the other mom’s there) that he try on each acritical of clothing and let her see how they fit.

There was no changing room, just an empty classroom with newspaper over the window in the door. Aden entered and saw there were at least a dozen other boys changing clothes, and the majority of them looked as embarrassed and angry as he was. Every time the door was opened it exposed those inside to anyone looking in.

Four trips out the door and into the hall while his mother checked fit and kept deciding on different sizes, saying he needed his uniform to be big now so he could grow into it over the upcoming year. The final pair of pants were three inches too long and at least two inches too big in the waist.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hem the bottom and you have to wear a belt anyway,” she said. “Now the supporter, go put that on and let me make sure it fits.”

“MOM, I’m not coming out here in just a…” Aden suddenly lowered his voice as he saw a couple of moms and other kids looking at him, “I can’t come out here in just a jock strap. There’s people everywhere.”

“Well, I can’t go in there and we’re not leaving until I make sure you have one that will still fit at the end of the year. It isn’t that much different than wearing a bathing suit. So go put it on and come out here. Nobody will notice.”

“Everyone one will notice,” Aden thought to himself. He sure would. But his mom was insisting and he knew he was just a few steps away from using the paddle she always kept in her purse. The last time he’d been paddled in public was two years ago, but if he made her angry enough he knew she would use it. And he was always paddled bare.

He felt like everyone was staring at him as he stripped off the uniform pants and his boxers and put on the jock strap. He knew his face was bright red as he walked towards the door wearing nothing but a shirt and the jock strap.

“You’re going to go out there like that?” a boy he knew asked. “There’s girls out there.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Aden said. “But you know my mom. And she’s starting to get angry with me.” And the boy did know his mom—he’d been there the last time Aden had been paddled in public.

He stepped out the door with his face so hot he was surprised it didn’t blister the paint on the wall. As soon as came out he saw twenty or more girls turn to look. Some were younger kids, just here while a brother or sister was getting outfitted. But some were his age.

There was also the dozen or so mothers who were checking the fit on their son’s clothes, and once they saw him, especially his bare butt that was covered only by the two straps on the athletic support, decided they needed to verify that what they had purchased for their sons would fit. Aden didn’t feel relieved by this, he knew that every boy in that room was going to remember and hate him for this.

“That one is too small now,” his mother said. “Your little marbles hardly fit inside. And when your stuff starts to grow…”

“Mom! Don’t talk about my stuff out here,” Aden whisper-shouted.

“Well, okay, but I need to take that back and get a bigger size. Just put your boxers back on and bring it to me.”

Two sizes and significant humiliation later Aden’s mom had all the clothes he would need for his first year Junior High. Next it was off to the school orientation walk where teachers took groups of ten kids (and like Aden’s mom, a few parents as well) for a tour of the school, including the gym and locker rooms.

“You will be required to shower after each gym class. To be excused from gym or the shower will require a note from a doctor,” the teacher said. “This happens to be the girl’s locker room, but it is identical to the boy’s.”

Aden now faced another fear. The shower room was thirty feet by thirty feet with one open wall and the others all had spray nozzles every few feet. He’d have to stand naked in front of every other boy in his gym class. It wouldn’t matter that they would also be naked, all that mattered to Aden was that he would be naked.

Once the tour was finished the last thing was to get the pamphlets and rule books and put them in their school bag. “Read everything before coming to school on Monday,” was repeated over and over again by the teachers handing out the dozen pamphlets and rule books.

As they left the school, Aden couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. Until now he wore what he wanted (or, more frequently, what his mother wanted him to wear) to school. All he needed was notebooks, pens, paper, and other standard supplies appropriate to his grade. Now he had rule books. Not a rule book, but three of them for some reason. And dozens of pamphlets. It was like getting assigned homework on the last day of summer vacation.

As soon as they got home he dumped all his stuff on his bed and started for the door to escape to the outside, but of course his mother demanded that he first remove all the tags from all the clothes and then hang up the pants and shirts and put the rest away in drawer, and to put the stuff he needed to read in a pile on his desk.

After complying, he ran for the door before his mother could stop him with some other unreasonable order. The door hadn’t yet slammed from his passing before Anna was in his room. She found the one rule book that explained the most important rule and put that in a zippered liner in his school bag, knowing he’d never miss it even if he did read the other stuff. She had big plans for her baby brother on his first day back at school.

That night at supper his mother said that he needed to read all the material he had gotten at school and that his sister would test him in the morning. If he didn’t pass the test he would be required to sit at the kitchen table and read each one out loud so that his mother would know he read them. Aden looked at his sister and knew that she would pick out the hardest stuff, the most obscure material, to test him on just so he would fail. But his saving grace was his ability to remember stuff he read. So he read each paper, and when he caught himself drifting away into a daydream he re-read the page he was on until he was sure he could pass Anna’s test no matter how hard she made it.

But Anna surprised him. She asked basic questions. Many of them he could have answered correctly even if he hadn’t read the material. When she was done, she even said he’d done well. “There is one thing that isn’t in the manuals though,” she said in a lowered voice. “And it’s important, especially on the first day of school.”

“You must do everything you are told to do. It won’t be hard for you because you’re used to stupid and strange orders from mom. This will be a lot like that. If you refuse, the kids from my class have an hour in the morning to humiliate you. What they want will seem like humiliation, but it is nothing like what will happen if you refuse. I know you don’t trust me, so do what you want, but I am giving you a fair warning of what will happen if you fail to follow my advice.”

He didn’t trust her, but somehow her words sounded sincere. But he was more interested in getting out of the house and spending his last day of freedom having fun. Once the door closed behind him her words were all forgotten.

Her words came back to him twenty-four hours later when he found out that the first two hours of the day were dedicated to ‘meet-and-greet.’ He was expected to meet new kids and get to know them, and the eighth graders were to do the same with the new kids.

He soon found himself surrounded by three eighth grade boys. “I’m sure you read the rules for the meet-and-greet,” one of them said, “So I know you know how to behave.”

Aden didn’t recall reading or even hearing a mention of anything by that name. But before he could say anything, the boy gave him what sounded like an order.

“Strip off everything except your underpants,” the boy said.

Anna’s words came back to him— ‘What they want will seem like humiliation, but it is nothing like what will happen if you refuse.’ He stood there considering the source of the words and wondering if they were truly sincere or not.

“Want to see what can happen depending on whether or not you follow our commands?” the boys asked. He held up a picture. And that picture was not a nice one. A boy he knew. Nick Thompson was a year older than him and had started here last year. The picture showed him standing in the lobby with his arms tied to the second-floor balcony, and he was totally naked. Not to mention that his dick was hard. Other kids, all fully dressed, surrounded him, and were laughing at him.

The picture verified Anna’s words. It would be embarrassing to take his clothes off for these three boys, but he couldn’t imagine how horrible it would be to be naked and unable to cover up in the lobby of the school. He quickly dropped his bag and started undressing. The three boys said nothing as he did.

“Now, put this blindfold on,” the boy said as he handed over a black double eye patch with an elastic band that went around his head. Just as he had done countless times when his mother had told him to do something he thought was strange, he put it on without questioning why or what was to come after he did.

Ear buds were placed in his ears with rock music playing loudly, blocking out any outside noise. He felt hands on his shoulder guiding him somewhere. It took many steps and more than one turn, and then he could tell he was in an area that was cooler than the hallways. Hands gently lifted his up in the air, and he suspected nothing until the nooses were placed over his wrists and quickly pulled tight.

Then in quick succession his boxers were pulled down and off, the earbuds removed, and then the blindfold. He found himself in the lobby, along with Todd Granger and another boy Aden didn’t know. And like them, he was naked with his arms tied to ropes coming down from the second floor.

In the next three minutes another boy was led in, just as Aden had been. Now there were four of them, naked and helpless, as more and more kids gathered in the lobby. The bell rang, indicating the first hour of school was over.

“Every year we have new students who didn’t read the anti-bullying rule book,” an older girls shouted, getting the crowd of kids to quiet down. “This year, we identified these four.” A cheer went up from the audience, which Aden now knew represented the entire enrollment, a little over 200 kids. The lobby was huge, but still the kids were packed in tight. “And every year it is always boys who don’t read the material. Let’s meet them.”

She moved to the first kid on the left. “State your name, loud enough for everyone to know who you are.” The boy’s face was an even brighter red as he shouted, “Jason Connelly.”

The boys next to Aden was Todd Granger, and then Aden had to be told to speak up when he gave his name. When he didn’t, the girl said, “Maybe later he’ll decide to speak louder. After he gets some encouragement.” She moved on to the last boy who shouted his name.

“What do we do when bullies order us to do stuff that’s wrong?” The girl shouted once all but Aden had shouted out their names. The audience answered as one: “Refuse!”

“And who is at fault if we follow the directions from a bully?”

“The victim!”

“Do we owe anything to victim’s who followed directions from bullies?”

“NO!”

“This is the last hour of meet-and-greet,” the girl said. “I ask you all to come and meet these four foolish boys who didn’t read the brochures and followed the directions of bullies. But leave time at the end for us to encourage one of them to loudly, if not proudly, state his name. And don’t worry, teachers don’t interfere with our training session.”

With that, the crowd of kids moved towards the four helpless boys. Aden felt hands on him, touching him everywhere, giving him an erection. There was nothing he could do. He saw girls he knew from last year, girls who had liked him or whom he had liked. They were all smiles now as they had an unopposed chance to view him completely.

And then Anna came up. “Too bad you didn’t read the pamphlet,” she said. “How horrible it must be for my very immature and modest baby brother to be standing there naked in front of all of the students in the school.”

“You took the pamphlet,” he said.

“Are you blaming me for your own misfortune?” she asked. “I’d be careful making claims you can’t back up. Are you sure it isn’t in your book bag? Because it wasn’t on your desk.”

He knew she was lying but there was nothing he could do about it. He was somehow more embarrassed by being naked in front of her than the rest of the students. But there was nothing he could do about that either.

And then the girl who had led the ‘rally’ came towards him, shouting for the kids around him to make room for her. “It is time to take away the most precious thing an eighth-grade boy can bring to school. Do you know what that is?” she asked him.

Tears were running down his cheeks as he shook his head.

“Too bad, because you are about to lose yours,” she said. “Pubic hair, the only thing that a new teenager has that he can be proud of.” She held up some electric sheers and a razor and asked who wanted the honor. “Oh, so many to choose from,” the girl said.

“That girl,” Anna said, pointing to Julie West. “She had a crush on him last year and he stood her up at the dance and danced with a girl he liked more. She’s the one to take his pride.”

“Sounds good to me,” the girl in charge said. Julie made her way to Aden and with a smile that went from ear-to-ear said, “Payback time Aden. I’ll remember you like this always.”

Ten minutes later Aden’s underarms, groin, and legs were as hairless as the day he was born, much to the approval of the crowd of kids. While the other three boys were released and their clothing returned, Aden stood there as the only naked person in a group of kids. It wasn’t until just before the bell rang that he was released. His shirt was returned, but not his boxers. And instead of the pants he had worn he now had only shorts. Very baggy shorts with a three-inch inseam that would make it difficult for him to keep his junk hidden from view. The waist was too big but his belt was gone so he had to use one hand to hold them up.

“If you agree to meet here at the end of the day and change back, we’ll give you your pants,” Anna said to him. “Otherwise, you can explain to mom how you lost your brand-new pair of pants on your first day at school.”

He was laughed at all day long as he made his way to each class, the only boy in school wearing short pants. When he sat, kids in front of him, mostly girls but also more than a few boys, would turn and look up his shorts. He ended up having a boner most of the day.

At the end of the day, he stood in the lobby, where again it filled with kids. His sister came in with his pants in her hands, and without a word he stripped off the shorts and traded them for longs.

Only Anna took the shorts but held back on the long pants. “What happens when students give in to the demands of bullies?” she shouted.

The answer was shouted back by the other students. “They get what they deserve!”

“And you deserve to go home without pants,” she said. “If you can pass my test on anti-bullying before we go in the house, I’ll give these back. Otherwise, you might have to stay naked until we get to school tomorrow. And don’t think mom will overrule that. Between then and now you’d better find and study that book.”

Aden was pushed out the door by the kids who followed him out, the first day of school now behind them. Once on the sidewalk outside, he stopped and searched his bag and found the book on the bottom. He knew his sister had set this up, but he also believed that he’d be forced to come to school without pants again tomorrow unless he passed her test. So he read as he walked. It was very difficult to focus as kids from the other schools joined his classmates on the sidewalks, delighted to find a boy without pants walking along reading.

It was close, he got a few questions wrong, but as they got to the front steps Anna said he passed and gave him his pants. “But don’t think this is over. I want you to remember this day all year, and the way to do that is to keep your pubes shaved off until next year starts. And you will either allow me to inspect you when and where I want or I’ll have other kids that can force you to allow an inspection. And don’t ever dare fail to be bald.”

She walked into the house, knowing that her brother still hadn’t understood that following the demands of a bully enabled that bully to do more. So comfortable in knowing that she could get him to expose himself for an inspection whenever and wherever she wanted, she entered the house, eager to show his and her friends the total control she had over him. Until he stood up and refused, she was free to do as she wished. As long as he complied, nobody who knew and understood the rules would stop her. Only if he refused would he find support and sympathy and she would be forced to stop bullying him.

It lasted longer than she thought it would. She inspected him every day at school, twice on Friday, and he complied each time. Over the weekend, she invited a group of girls from his former school, Three Glens Intermediate, and they were more than thrilled to see him naked.

But on the next Monday, someone must have told him what he was missing, because when she asked him to show that he was still hairless, he boldly refused and walked away. She still had the picture of him naked, bound, and hard, but there were few people she was allowed to show it to. She’d keep it until next year, when it would be used to show the next batch of freshmen who hadn’t read the rules what would happen to them if they didn’t strip.