Chance and the Mean Bitches

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

[5,101 words]

Fourteen year old Alisha has had a crush on Chance for years. She doesn’t want him as a boyfriend, but she DOES want to see what only a girlfriend would usually have access to. Luckily for her, and unluckily for Chance, there’s a group of tough girls at her school who specialize in arranging such things.



Chance and the Mean Bitches

by PatrickNaked


Hello. My name is Alisha.

I’ve thought about making a diary for years, but my life hasn’t been all that exciting, so there wasn’t much to write about. Till now.

This is my first entry. And it’s an audio diary on my phone. I don’t want anyone, especially my parents, to accidentally find a written diary with the story I’m about to tell in it.

I’m fourteen years old and just became a freshman in high school. I’m smart and make good grades, but I’ve managed to not get pushed into the nerd clique. That’s the kiss of death for your social life at my school.

There’s a boy I’ve had a crush on for years. He’s fourteen too, but about seven months younger than me. His name is Chance. He is SUCH a cutie. Light brown hair. An adorable face. A little on the short side, but not a midget. He’ll grow in the next few years, but I doubt he’ll make it to six feet tall. Not athletic, but not fat or skinny. He’s just right.

We’re not friends. More like school acquaintances. He’s always been in a few of my classes, but never sat near me. We’ll occasionally say hi when we pass each other in the hall.

I’d probably never date him. He looks WAY younger than me. Like he’s still twelve years old. I’m sure in a few years he’ll STILL look younger. It’d just feel weird to be a couple. People would think I was out with my baby brother. I guess knowing we’ll never be a thing is what made me go for it. Do the thing that made a diary worthwhile.

There’s a group of girls in my school everyone calls the Mean Bitches. They don’t consider that an insult. They’re proud of it. They’re all juniors and seniors. Mostly seniors. Their leader is a girl named Vanessa. She’s also head of the soccer team. She’s big, blonde and muscular. I think she could take on the biggest boy on the football team and win. She’s beat up boys before. Nothing is more humiliating to a boy than being beat up by a girl.

Well… that’s not exactly true. I think Chance would’ve rather been beat to a pulp by a girl… again and again and again… than endure what actually happened to him. And I was the cause of it. I ought to feel really bad about doing that to a boy, especially one I like. But I don’t. At least, not much. Sometimes I lose a little sleep over it, but not from remorse. I’ll lay in bed and think about what I saw… or better yet, watch the videos on my phone… and I’ll do something besides sleep. I usually do that something multiple times. Even though Chance will never be my boyfriend, he’s provided me with a lot of pleasure.

Even when I was in junior high, I’d heard rumors about some of the things the Mean Bitches did. Other girls were terrified of them. You did NOT want to get on their bad side. But they also helped other girls out sometimes. Usually when a boy was involved. For a price, they could get revenge for you, or do something you could never do yourself. But I always heard that price was pretty steep.

I’d also heard they’d do it for free if a boy had really crossed the line. But Chance hadn’t crossed any lines. He was just so cute it should be a crime. When you look at it that way, he brought all this onto himself by being such a little doll.

It took me a couple of weeks to work up my nerve to approach the Bitches. I finally managed it at lunchtime one day. It took every bit of courage I had to slink up to them where they hung out by the sports fields. I was so obviously scared, they were laughing at me.

Vanessa finally said, “What do you want, small fry? And it had better be good.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked, “Do you know a boy named Chance Mills?”

Vanessa said, “We make it a point to know everyone. Chance is that little baby-faced kid. Looks like he still ought to be in diapers, sucking on his mama’s tit. What’s he to us?”

So I told them what I wanted. Then held my breath, hoping they wouldn’t think I was too presumptuous bringing it to them. They had been known to do terrible things to kids who’d offended them.

They ordered me to go stand a few yards away while they held a whispered conference. When Vanessa motioned me over, I had to force myself to obey and not run off screaming.

“You’re the brainy one, right? Make all A’s?”

I admitted I was and I did.

“Then me and my girls are going to pass all our tests this year. With B’s and C’s. Maybe an A every now and then. But we don’t want to make it too obvious. There’s six of us, so you’re going to be kept busy.”

I almost couldn’t believe it, so I asked just to make sure. “Then you’ll do it?”

Vanessa said, “Yeah. We’ll do it. This ought to be fun. I have to admit, I won’t mind seeing what the kid’s got hanging between his legs. I’m sure it’s not a whopper, but I like knowing what the boys around me look like. Especially when it’s not by their choice. Keeps them in their place.”

Just as I started to smile in relief and joy, Vanessa gave me a hard look. “Remember the terms. We’re going to deliver on our end. Big time. You better do YOUR part. For the rest of the year. You won’t like what’ll happen if you don’t.”

I assured her there was no problem. I’d helped plenty of people before. I was good at it.



I only had to wait two days for the Bitches to spring their trap on poor little Chance. It seemed like months. I kept having second thoughts and considered telling Vanessa to call the whole thing off. But that could turn out badly for me, so I kept my indecisions to myself.

On Friday, Chance found himself in trouble with the boys’ PE Teacher, Coach Boorman. Coach told him he wasn’t trying hard enough in gym class. He was going to have to come back after the last period of the day and put in some extra effort. Twenty laps around the gym and as many pushups and sit-ups as he could do before he collapsed. I wish I’d been there to see the despair on his cute little face when he received his orders.

I don’t know how the Bitches managed to make Coach part of their scheme. They must’ve had blackmail material on him. That wouldn’t surprise me at all.

After Chance had exhausted himself in the gym for an hour, Coach told him he was leaving. Chance was to go take a shower and lock the gymnasium door on the way out. We could hear this from where we were hiding in the boys locker room.

My original plan had been to catch Chance somewhere secluded and make him take off his clothes. Vanessa told be I had no imagination. They would embellish the plan and give me my money’s worth, so to speak. They told me about the locker room ambush on Friday morning. At first I thought we were going to waylay him in the showers since he’d already be naked. The Bitches had other plans. Vanessa said we’d have a psychological advantage if we first caught him at his locker while he was still in his sweaty, smelly gym clothes. Then we’d make him undress right in front of us. Tennis shoes, socks, t-shirt, gym shorts, then… best of all… his nasty jock strap. Having to slowly bare his body item by item in front of us would draw out the humiliation. Much better than just surprising him in the shower.

Vanessa let me bring along my friend Mila. Mila had known about my crush on Chance for years. She always thought I was being ridiculous. But when I told her she was invited along as cinematographer to capture every moment in video with her phone, she suddenly decided that Chance was a worthy pursuit.

We watched through the blinds of the big window in the coach’s office as Chance trudged into the locker room. He was so sweaty, with his skimpy gym clothes clinging to him, that he looked like he’d walked through the showers. His hair was plastered to his head and sweat kept running down into his eyes. He was continually wiping it away while he tried to work the combination lock on his locker.

Once it was open, he started to pull his t-shirt off. It was so saturated with sweat, it stuck to his body like glue. He got it about halfway up, showing his bare belly, when it wouldn’t go any further. He staggered around blindly with the shirt over his head. I could hear his muffled, “Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.”

Vanessa whispered, “Now.”

We filed silently out of the office and stood around the boy in a semi-circle. The locker room was nice and bright. I could see every trickle of sweat that ran down his stomach and legs. I could see how the wet gym shorts clung to his legs, accentuating the bulge in between them. When he staggered around, showing us his back view, I could see how his shorts molded themselves to his bottom, even into his butt cheeks.

Vanessa cleared her throat loudly and said, “Excuse me.” Chance stopped, his body language showing his confusion. That had clearly been a female voice. There shouldn’t be one of those in the male-only space of the boys locker room. Certainly not when there was a male in the process of undressing.

“Wh… who’s there?” Chance’s voice broke.

Vanessa replied, “Your audience. Do you need help with that shirt?”

She looked over to Nora, another big girl with long black hair. Nora steeped forward and grabbed the hem of the boy’s t-shirt on either side. It was stuck to his skin so thoroughly, she had to first slide her long fingernails between the wet cloth and his body to get a grip on it. Chance flinched at the contact. Nora wrenched the shirt over his head and off his arms. Chance stumbled backwards against the lockers and then slid down to the floor.

He sat there with his legs spread wide, looking in shock at the eight girls arranged around him. He was just in his shorts and footwear now. His entire torso was bare. It was the first time I’d seen that much of him. He looked like I’d imagined. Boyishly cute. Not too much muscle, but not skinny either. He had the cutest pink nipples.

In a quavering voice, he said, “What are you doing in here? You can’t be here. You need to leave.”

He pushed himself up and stood before us uncertainly. The fact that we were audacious enough to be there in the first place must’ve told him it wasn’t going to be as easy as just telling us to go.

He tried again. “This is the boys locker room. You’re not supposed to be in here. If you leave now, I won’t tell Coach.” He sounded more scared than angry. Then he noticed that Mila and a few other girls had their phones in front of their faces, obviously recording him in this ignominious state. Now he looked and sounded angry. He yelled, “Stop that. Get OUT.”

Vanessa said calmly, “This is the boys locker room, and you’re a boy, but you’re NOT in charge here. If you haven’t noticed, there’s way more of us than there is of you. And we’re older, bigger and stronger. You’d better change your tone of voice and start showing some respect, or we may have to punish you. And that’s on top of all the other things we’re going to do to you.”

Chance looked even more scared. “What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?”

Vanessa told him, “You’ll find out soon enough. Let’s just say you’re going to end up naked. And humiliated. And it’ll all be on video. If you cooperate, you’ll be able to put your clothes back on and go home when we’re finished. If you DON’T cooperate, if you fight us in any way, it’ll be SO much worse for you. We’ll do a WHOLE lot more to you. Really awful stuff. And we’ll share the videos. And you won’t know who’s seen them and who hasn’t. Do you want that?”

Chance started to reply, but it came out as a sob. He turned away, refusing to speak.

Vanessa’s voice was harsh. “I asked you a question, little boy. You’ve already earned a demerit for not answering. I’ll be nice and give you five seconds to try again.”

She’d made a believer out of him. He answered, his voice breaking again. “No. No, please don’t make it worse. Are you really going to make me get naked?”

“As the day you were born.”

I could see tears in his eyes, spilling over to join the sweat running down his face.

“Why. What did I do to any of you? This isn’t right.”

Vanessa said, “We don’t need an excuse. Except that it’s what we want to do. Now slide those sweaty shorts down for us. You have ten seconds to begin. Remember, you already have one demerit. That’s going to cost you. You don’t want any more, believe me.”

Chance looked around at all of us, desperation in his eyes. His eyes stopped at me. “Alisha?”

I guess he thought since we’d been acquainted for so long and were in the same grade, I’d come to his rescue. He didn’t realize this was all of my doing. I just shook my head.

Vanessa warned, “Five more seconds. You’d better hurry, little boy.”

He let out another sob as he grabbed the sides of his shorts and pulled them down to his feet. He straightened and clasped his hands over his jock strap. He looked embarrassed and miserable.

A brown haired girl named Katy spoke up. “He’s covering himself up, Vanessa.”

“I see that. That’s another demerit, Chance. You’d better move your hands now, or you get a third.”

Chance dropped his hands and stood there awkwardly, his face in a grimace. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t cover up. That isn’t fair.”

Vanessa said without sympathy, “If you haven’t already noticed, this whole situation isn’t fair. And yet, here we are.”

I got to take a good, long look at Chance standing before us in just a jock strap, socks and tennis shoes. Sweat was still coursing down all the bare skin on display. His strap in front was only a little more skimpy than the suits worn by the boys on the swimming team, but the effect was profoundly different. And so much more erotic. The swimmers were cute, and I loved seeing their practically bare bodies. But a jock strap is like underwear, only way more intimate. It’s sole purpose is to hold balls. It’s certainly not meant to be worn openly in public like even the tiniest swimsuit. The only people who usually see boys in their jock straps are coaches and other boys in the locker room. Chance had to be dying inside knowing all these girls were seeing him in such an intensely private undergarment.

He gave me another anguished look, apparently still hoping I’d be an ally. Mila and I were the only girls present who were close to his age, even though we were both months older. He was just barely fourteen. The other girls were seventeen and eighteen years old. They were adults compared to Chance. That alone would make them intimidating even without how big and aggressive they were. I know they intimidated ME, and I wasn’t even their target. But Chance wouldn’t find a kindred soul in me. I was enjoying this too much.

Vanessa said, “You’re a really sweaty boy. That supporter you’re wearing is soaked all the way through. Does that mean your balls are sweaty?”

Wow. What an invasive question. I loved it.

Chance sputtered something that sounded like, “W… W… What?”

A girl named Claire said, “He didn’t answer, Vanessa. That’s a demerit, isn’t it?”

Vanessa told her, “That’s absolutely correct.” To Chance, she said, “You’re really racking up the demerits, kid. Every one of them is going to hurt. And I don’t just mean physically hurt, although that could happen, too. I mean, they’re going to hurt you emotionally, psychologically, even socially.”

Chance asked in a timid voice, “What do you mean, socially?”

“I mean, this could’ve all been kept just between us, here in this rather smelly locker room. We’d have the videos, but they’d remain private. Relatively. But with each demerit, it all becomes more and more public. There are other girls… and boys… you go to school here with who are going to be privy to your humiliations.”

Chance’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor. “Please don’t. Don’t let anyone else see. I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t show it to anyone else. It’s bad enough you’ve got video of me in my jock strap. And… and crying like this. They can’t see this. And… and you said I was going to be all the way naked. I’ll never live it down. I’ll be the laughing stock of the school. Please don’t.”

“That was a lot of words, and none of them answered the question I asked. Three demerits.”

Chance scrambled back to his feet. “What? What question? Oh… about my balls?”

“Another demerit.”

He almost screamed, “Ok, ok. Yes. My balls are sweaty. They are. They’re REALLY sweaty.”

Vanessa said, “You could’ve saved yourself a lot of future embarrassment, bullying and torment by just saying that to begin with. Now… how about your ass? Is it sweaty, too?”

Chance moaned, “Oh, man.” Then he said frantically, “I’m answering. I’m answering. Yes, my butt’s sweaty, too.”

Vanessa chided him, “That was almost another demerit. So, show us how sweaty your butt is. Turn around.”

I’d been eagerly awaiting this. I’d seen him in front in his silly ball-holder. I could see him from the side, with the big strap going around his waist and the thinner straps going below his bottom. Now I was going to see it all in a direct back view, with his butt cheeks and butt crack fully exposed.

Chance cried out, “Mannnn…” But he was turning even as he said it. He stood facing the lockers as all the girls got their first look at his involuntarily exposed ass. They laughed and jeered. I laughed too, but it was in delight at seeing Chance’s cute little butt. I turned to make sure Mila was getting it all on video.

Chance stood with his fists balled up at his sides and his head hanging down. His shoulders shook. I could tell he was crying more openly now. I DID feel sorry for him. A bit. But the experience of seeing such a cute boy exposed against his will was overpowering every other emotion inside me. I’d heard of people getting a ‘rush’ from drugs. This must be what that feels like.

“Without turning around, take the jock strap off. We want to see you entirely naked from behind first. Kind of like an appetizer before the meal.”

Chance looked over his shoulder. “Please…”

“Demerit.”

“GodDAMN it.”

“Demerit.”

“Ok, ok.” He grabbed the waistband and bent over as he pulled it down to his ankles. I don’t think he realized how much he was showing us with that move. We didn’t just see his butt. We saw his balls hanging down and the end of his dick beyond them. And something I hadn’t considered. Even his butthole as his cheeks spread open. Wow. We had just invaded Chance’s privacy is a HUGE way.

He stepped out of the strap and threw it to the side. I liked the look of him totally naked except for his white gym socks and tennis shoes. That little bit of covering made his nakedness seem even more extreme.

I thought about how I had over three and a half more years of school with Chance. I was going to think about his naked body every time I saw him for the duration. He’d be thinking about it, too. I felt another rush.

Vanessa commanded, “Now turn around. Show us what you’ve got. If it’s teeny-tiny, that’ll be ten demerits.”

Unfortunately for Chance, he hesitated. “I’m trying, but I can’t do it. Really, I can’t. Everyone will see everything.”

“Looks like you get the ten demerits anyway. If you don’t want to make it twenty, TURN AROUND.”

Her shouted command startled him into compliance. He whirled around so quickly, he almost fell over. His dick swung to the side and slapped his leg. It definitely wasn’t teeny-tiny. Not huge either. It wasn’t what Mila referred to as a horse cock when we looked at porn on her computer. I was glad it wasn’t enormous. I associated big dicks with arrogant football players. That’s one of the reasons I found Chance so cute. He wasn’t a big, boastful, macho jerk. His thingee looked just right to me. It suited him. He also had a little patch of brown hair over his dick. It looked like it was relatively new.

He had enough sense to not cover up this time. He just looked down at the floor while the girls clapped and whistled and made crude remarks about him. All of them had their phones out now. There was going to be a LOT of video. I decided, what the hell. I got mine out, too. I told Mila to go for the closeups and I’d get the wider shots.

Chance looked up to see all the phones pointed at him. From his expression, I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. There was no way all those videos were going to stay contained, even if Vanessa changed her mind. The entire school was going to know what Chance looked like naked.

Vanessa told him, “Now, take your shoes and socks off. And don’t sit down to do it.” To the girls, she said, “Zoom in on his dangly parts.”

As Chance wrestled to remove each item while standing on one foot, then the other, his dick and balls jiggled and bounced all around. Boys are VERY floppy. His audience laughed hysterically the whole time.

Vanessa clapped her hands sharply. “Ok, enough. Time to move on. We know what Chance’s junk looks like… at rest and in motion. Let’s find out what he does with it.” Directly to Chance, she asked, “Do you play with your little boy toy there?”

“Wh… what do you mean?”

“Demerit. You know exactly what I mean, kid. Do you jerk off? Better answer quick. That demerit was the last single one. All new ones will be in pairs. Maybe threesomes if you really piss me off.”

I couldn’t imagine poor Chance actually confessing to masterbation to an audience of girls. And on video. Was he going to do it, or refuse despite all the demerits Vanessa piled on?

“Yes. Yes I do it.” He voice was so quiet I could hardly hear him.

“Louder,” Vanessa demanded.

“I jerk off. Ok?”

With all those phones pointed his way, he had to know he’d just informed the entire school. While naked.

Vanessa said, “Don’t stop there. We want to know details. When you started. How often. What your technique is.”

It took a lot of wheedling and demerits, but we finally got the full story. The answers were as follows…

He started when he was eleven, before he even began puberty. An older boy, his cousin, taught him how when Chance’s family visited that summer. That wasn’t all his cousin did. Or made Chance do. I’ll let your imagination work on THAT one.

Chance jerks off just about every day. Sometimes twice a day. If the need is really intense, it can be three times.

As for his technique…

“Show us,” Vanessa ordered.

THAT took about thirty demerits to get the show started. Vanessa finally had to tell him what those demerits were costing him. Not only were more and more other kids going to get personal copies of the videos, to share as they saw fit, but Chance was going to have to put on more private shows before an ever-changing audience. He was up to twelve shows before he wailed in distress and gave in.

He had to work at himself for a while before he could get it hard. Then he stood there as the girls moved in closer, phones recording, and miserably stroked away. When it was time, his face took on an expression of alarm. I could tell he didn’t want to want everyone to see his stuff squirting out, but it was too late to stop. He threw his head back and howled as he jerked harder and faster, sending streams of his stuff out onto the locker room floor. He looked surprised at how intense the feeling was. I think it was the best orgasm he’d ever had. A mob of girls watching him do it must’ve triggered something inside him. The humiliation mixed with the pleasure had to have been a confusing experience. He looked REALLY shame-faced as he stood there panting afterwards.

I’m running out of time… Mom just knocked on my door and told me it was time for bed… so I’ll summarize the rest really quick. The girls didn’t give Chance time to recuperate after his self-pleasuring. On Vanessa’s command, we all moved in and started groping him all over. It lasted for a long time. Over a dozen hands were touching, squeezing and sliding all over his still sweaty body at a time. Everywhere, not just his dick and balls. As for those particular parts, girls were jerking him constantly while others were feeling his bottom, chest, stomach, armpits (no hair there, yet) and everywhere else. Chance endured multiple orgasms. Soon, he had nothing left to squirt, but the orgasms kept coming (see what I did there?).

He gave up screaming for it to stop. The only sound he made was sobbing and an “oh… oh… ohhhhhh” every time he came.

Vanessa told him if he went to his parents, teachers or authorities about what we’d done to him, there would be real consequences. There were other things that could be done to him in retaliation. Worse things. WAY worse. Chance was terrified and agreed to keep his mouth shut. I didn’t like the threats, but there was nothing I could do. Chance wasn’t going to tell on us. Too many people were already going to see those videos anyway. If he told, EVERYONE would know about it. He was going to want to contain the situation as much as possible just like me or Vanessa or any of the other girls.

Vanessa invited me to the other shows Chance had to put on in order to work off his demerits. She said it would cost me more. The price was steep, but the rewards made it worthwhile. There were other boys the Mean Bitches had under their thumb. Chance and these boys had to do things to themselves and to each other. And they had to do it in front of a much larger audience than he’d had in the locker room. I knew all the boys from school. One of them was my next door neighbor Tommy. He’s only thirteen. When he saw me in the crowd, he almost died.

With each show, the crowd got bigger and bigger. Chance’s naked body … and the things he and others did with it… was reaching a wider audience. Each show ended with the girls converging on the boys for an extended squeeze and tug session.

Last week, when the science teacher asked the class to pair up for lab and study partners, I quickly announced Chance and I would be a team. These pairs last for the whole school year. He started to object, but I gave him a look. He swallowed and said nothing.

He has to sit at our lab table next to me every day. And I’ve had him over once so far for a study session. It ended with him having to pull it out and jerk it for me. I put some of his stuff under the microscope I have in my room (I told you, I’m practically a nerd) so we could watch his little wigglers swimming around. It was hilarious how embarrassed he was that I could see his sperm up close.

As for all the videos, they’re MOSTLY contained. A lot of kids have copies of them, but a lot more don’t. The ones that have them on their phones and computers are really careful about who they let see them. No one wants to get in trouble. It’s all just a rumor for everyone else. Then there are all the girls who’ve personally seen the shows. They’ve managed to keep mostly quiet about it, so those are just rumors, too.

Chance and the other boys get bullied and laughed at occasionally. And there have been incidents of girls and/or boys forcing them to recreate scenes from the shows. I feel kind of bad about that. When I started this whole thing, it was just supposed to be that one time. But it quickly got out of hand.

I’m having to work off my debt to Vanessa and the Mean Bitches. I won’t say what that involves.

Anyway, time for bed. I’m not going right to sleep though. There’s some videos I want to rewatch first.