Degrading Dylan

By PatrickNaked

[7,238 words]

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Dylan has aroused the ire of the girls in his small town. And for something he didn’t even do. That makes no difference to them, and they have plans for a humiliating revenge against the boy that will have lasting repercussions.

Degrading Dylan

by PatrickNaked

It was 1960 and I was thirteen years old. Back then, thirteen was a lot younger than it is today. Especially in a small rural town like the one where I grew up. We didn’t know many of the things that are common knowledge for current day kids. This was even more true when it came to matters involving sex. Or even just the opposite sex. That was all a huge, tantalizing, frustrating mystery. And the answers to that mystery didn’t magically appear with the onset of puberty. If anything, the subject of sex became even more confusing.

It was an exceptionally hot afternoon just a week after school had let out for the summer. My Mom and Dad had dragged me against my will to a neighbor’s house for a barbecue. I actually loved barbecue, but I was busy being a sullen, obstinate teenager. I’d only become one a few days before, but I was already well into angsty adolescent mode.

There were four other families in attendance. All the other kids were girls. Even though I was becoming much more interested in girls… one named Anna in particular… I was still confounded by that new interest and the effects it had on my emotions and anatomy. As a result, I pretended I wasn’t interested at all. So I kept to myself for most of the morning.

Besides Anna, who was in my grade, there was Violet. She was fifteen, and had always been what people back then called a tomboy. She was tall and rather stout. Boys only called her fat… at least to her face… once. That’s all it took to provoke a beatdown that effectively discouraged a second offense. And also made other boys think twice about making similarly rude remarks.

Marcie, who was fourteen, was like Violet’s shadow. You rarely saw one without the other. She was shorter than Violet… but still taller than me… and quite thin. She obviously worshipped Violet to the point that some boys called her a “lezbo”. I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew it was used with hateful intentions.

Then there was Traci and Lauren. They were sisters, eleven and ten years old. I think they both had a pre-pubescent crush on me. It manifested with them constantly teasing me. That day at the barbecue Traci, the bolder of the two, asked me if “it” was bigger now that I was a teenager. I turned fifty shades of red, which made them… and all the other girls… laugh hysterically. In my naïveté, I had the idea that girls of that young age, shouldn’t even know that boys had an “it”. I mean, I still only had a vague idea of what girls had between their legs.

Around one o’clock, when the adults had gone indoors to get out of the heat, I wandered off by myself to sit in the grass in the shade of a small barn. Leaning back against the rough wood of the building, I was just starting to doze off when I heard voices on the other side of the wall. It was the girls. All of them. They’d gathered inside the barn for a very intense conversation. One that involved me.

Anna was saying, “But Dylan didn’t have anything to do with that.”

Violet said, “I don’t care. He’s a boy. Besides, he’s still friends with Cole. So that makes him just as guilty.”

I now knew what they were talking about. A couple of weeks ago, my friend Cole had found a ladder leaning up against the back wall of the changing room at the swimming pool in town. He’d moved it to the high windows of the girl’s side and had seen Patricia Martin and Letty Buchanan getting undressed. He’d only gotten to see them in their panties and bras before the maintenance man who’d left the ladder found him and dragged him down. It was quite a scandal. Cole was branded a juvenile delinquent. And worse, a pervert. Once school let out, his parents shipped him out of town to an uncle’s house for the summer, hoping his absence would allow the community’s anger to subside.

And yes, I remained his friend. That’s what friends do. They stand by each other. Besides, I probably would’ve done the same thing Cole had in those circumstances. Even just thinking about him seeing the girls in their underwear was enough to fuel many nights… and days… of furious masterbation.

It sounded like the girls were planning on getting revenge for Patricia and Letty by doing something to ME. That wasn’t fair. But I guess since Cole wasn’t available, they were going for the next best thing, one of his friends. At least Anna seemed to be taking my side. That made me feel good. Anna and I were kind of friends. We’d known each other all our lives. We’d talk sometimes and have lunch together at school in the company of other kids. But we’d never really hung out with each other. Lately, looking at Anna made my eyes go kind of blurry and I’d feel like I could faint at any moment.

She was saying, “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem right. Dylan’s a nice guy. And like I said, HE didn’t do it.”

Marcie said, “But like Violet said, he stayed friends with a pervert. That means he condones what Cole did.”

Anna responded, “You’re going to agree with Violet no matter what.”

Traci said, “Well, Lauren and I agree with her, too.”

Violet declared, “Looks like we need to have a vote. All those in favor of stripping Dylan naked, hold up your hands.”

WHAT?????

I sat up straight with shock. They were talking about STRIPPING ME NAKED? This couldn’t be real.

Apparently, there was one holdout after the vote.

Marcie asked Anna, “Come on. Don’t you want to see your little boyfriend naked? See what he’s got?”

Anna snapped at her, “He’s NOT my boyfriend.”

Traci said, “But you WANT him to be. You’re always talking about how cute he is.”

WOW. That was another shock, but a good one this time.

“I said he’s cute, but he’s little boy cute. When he’s older, he’ll be BIG boy cute. That’s way better.”

Great. Anna thought I looked like a little boy. When would I look old enough for her? When I was twenty? Thirty?

Violet said, “Sounds like love to me.”

Lauren sing-songed, “Anna’s in love.”

“I’m NOT in love with Dylan. Ok, ok. FINE. Here’s my hand. I’m holding my hand up. Happy?”

Violet told her, “It’s unanimous. So, yes, I’m happy. I’ll be even happier when Dylan is standing naked in front of us. Hopefully, he’ll cry like a little baby.”

How were they planning on doing this? Where and when were they going to do it? There was no way I was going to let it happen.

Violet told the others, “We tell the folks we’re all going for a walk in the woods. We invite Dylan along. He won’t have any reason to suspect anything. When we get to that really secluded clearing by the stream… we DO IT.”

I knew the location. It was a small clearing that was completely surrounded by thick bushes and trees. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never see it. You even had to get down on your hands and knees and crawl for about twenty feet under the overhanging foliage to get to it. Then you emerged in a clearing that was like a small, private outdoor room with a carpet of lush grass. My friends and I had hung out there for years. One of the first times we were there, just to be wicked and indecent, we got naked and lay around the clearing like that, talking for hours. It felt so good… and so naughty… to be outside under the sun while stark naked that it became a regular thing with us. The first thing we’d do on entering the clearing was whip off our clothes. It was like a rebellion against our strict, overbearing elders. The last year or so, as hormones took control, we’d talk about girls and jerk off together. We were there when Cole told me and another friend Stanley all the juicy details about watching Patricia and Letty getting undressed down to their underwear. We all jerked off multiple times.

I hadn’t realized any of the girls in town even knew about that clearing. It had always been our secret hideout. I got a cold feeling in my stomach when I thought about how the girls could’ve found us there naked at any time. The whole school would know about it within a day. And if they’d found us naked and jerking off, or worse, jerking each other off… My mind couldn’t go there. That was too horrible to contemplate. I’d have to jump the next train going out of town and say goodbye to everything and everyone I knew.

Traci was saying over and over, “This is going to be good. This is going to be SO good.”

Despite giving in and betraying me, Anna still seemed dubious. “What happens after? I mean, we’re about to force a boy to show us everything. I mean, EVERYTHING. We’re going to be in BIG trouble. This’ll be worse than what Cole did.”

Violet said, “No way. First, who’s Dylan going to tell? He’s not going to admit to his friends that a bunch of GIRLS overpowered him and stripped him to the skin. He’ll be way too embarrassed. He’d be a laughing stock. And he’s not going to tell any grownups. Kids don’t go to adults about anything. And second, even if any adults found out, this is WAY different than what Cole did. He’s a BOY who spied on GIRLS. That’s depraved. That’s what degenerates do. But boys don’t have modesty like girls. It’s just not the same. At most, people will say we were just acting on our natural curiosity about the differences between boys and girls. Not that big a deal. But don’t worry. Just for you, I’ll make sure Dylan understands that if he talks, we’ll wait a while, and then do it again. Only worse. We’ll have way more girls next time. And the time after that. And the time after that. It’s a small town. He won’t like the idea of practically every girl in it seeing him humiliated like that.”

Anna said, “I guess… I just hope he doesn’t stay mad at me about it. I DO kind of like him.”

Violet scoffed. “I told you. He’s a boy. It’s not like violating a girl’s privacy. He’ll get over it.”

Marcie asked, “Do you think he has hair yet?”

Violet told her, “We’re about to find out.”

Traci asked, “Do you think his wiener is going to be an itty bitty one?”

Anna replied, “No. He’s got a bulge in his jeans. With a lot of boys his age, they don’t.”

Violet laughed. “I told you she was sweet on him. She’s been looking. Well, Anna, you’re about to see more than just a bulge.”

I had to make myself scarce. This was NOT going to happen. I hadn’t even done anything to deserve it. I would’ve if I’d had the chance, but I hadn’t. I got up and went the long way around the barn so I wouldn’t pass by the large open door. I went into the house to hang out with the grownups where I assumed I’d be safe.

I sat over in a corner of the living room so I’d hopefully be unobtrusive. The last thing I needed was some adult accusing me of being underfoot and chasing me back outside. Out there was danger. As I sat there, some stray hormone in my system started giving me ideas. Disturbing ideas.

Anna unfortunately saw me as a little boy. Granted, I WAS shorter than her. I hadn’t hit my growth spurt yet. I wasn’t much taller than Traci and Lauren. But Anna had also been looking at my crotch. I felt my face go red thinking about that. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. I agreed with Violet on one thing… the fact that Anna had looked meant she was interested. If… just if… she saw what actually made that bulge in my jeans, she might just change her mind about me. I wouldn’t be a little boy any more. I’d be a BIG boy.

My thing, as we called penises back then, wasn’t HUGE, but it was bigger than quite a few of the other boys. At least the ones around my age. The older boys had bigger ones, of course. We did a lot of skinny dipping in the stream, so I’d seen most of the other boys in town naked. I knew I wasn’t doing too badly in the thing department. I even had some hair, and NOT just peach fuzz. It was a curly brown bush. Not a big one, but it was real pubic hair. I was proud of it.

The question was: did I want Anna to see it? Along with my thing and my balls and everything else. These girls weren’t just talking about making me pull my thing out of my fly. They were going to strip me. All the way. Naked. Was I willing to let that humiliation happen on the chance it got Anna more interested in me? Interested enough to maybe want to be my girlfriend.

I told myself the answer was a definite NO. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about it. Hormones were making me crazy.

About that time, my mother came up to me and said, “The girls told me they’re going to explore the woods and they want you to come along.”

I looked up to see Violet standing in the doorway behind my mother with a predatory grin on her face. Damn. I’d assumed for some reason they wouldn’t come inside to fetch me.

I told Mom, “No thanks. I think I’ll just hang out here.”

“With all the old folks? I don’t think so. You need to get out and have some fun. You’ve been moping around ever since that hoodlum Cole got run out of town.”

I told her, “He didn’t get run out of town. He’s visiting his uncle. And he’s not a hoodlum.”

“He’s a bad influence and I’m glad he’s out of your life. At least for the summer. You need to make better friends. And there are some waiting for you to go play with them right now. So, GO. No backtalk.”

Great. My own mother was unintentionally throwing me into the lion’s den. I could tell by her tone of voice she’d accept no refusal, so I got up and went slowly over to Violet. I felt like I was walking to the execution chamber. Except this was going to be worse than the electric chair. I was going to still be alive and humiliated after it happened.

The trek through the woods was uneventful. The girls talked about girl stuff. Violet kept looking back at me as though making sure I didn’t try to escape. But she didn’t know I’d overheard their nefarious plans. She was probably just sizing me up to see how her expectations met with reality once my clothes were somewhere besides on ME.

I couldn’t think of a way to escape anyway. My mind was too jumbled up with anxious thoughts. If I just turned and ran, Violet would catch me. She was big, but she was also strong and fast. I’d seen her chase a boy down and punch him out. I didn’t want to get beat up on top of being stripped. And if I told them I’d overheard them in the barn, they’d probably just strip me right there on the spot. Or drag me kicking and screaming into the clearing and do it there anyway. And probably do a lot worse to me for making trouble. I didn’t know what could be worse than being stripped by a bunch of girls, but I didn’t want to find out if Violet had any ideas on the subject.

I was so apprehensive I thought I might start crying. That wouldn’t exactly make me look like a big boy in Anna’s eyes. At the same time, that little perverse voice in the back of my head kept telling me there was a silver lining to this dark cloud I’d found myself in. Anna would see me. She’d see my thing. She’d be impressed. On the other hand, I’d be NAKED. With everything on display. And it wouldn’t just be Anna seeing that. Violet, Marcie and the two little sisters would, too. I’d be the only boy in the group, and I’d be NAKED. And I knew that beyond the humiliation of the moment, they’d taunt me with what they’d seen for the rest of my life. And they might even tell other girls about it. In fact, they WOULD tell other girls. That’s what girls did. They couldn’t keep their mouths shut.

Before I knew it, we were at the secret entrance to the clearing. The entrance was covered. You had to push aside two bushes to see there was a tunnel beyond them through the foliage.

Violet said, “After you, Dylan. You know the way, of course.”

That statement startled me. How did she know I knew about the clearing? We boys never talked about it, thinking it was our own secret headquarters. The smirk she gave me while saying this told me she knew more than she was letting on. The smirk got even bigger when I looked up at her in poorly disguised panic. She arched her eyebrows at me. She was letting me know she was aware of how we boys got naked in the clearing. And the only way she could know that is if she’d seen it. I felt sick. She’d hidden somewhere behind that leafy wall and watched us take our clothes off. And when we did that, we were naked for at least an hour. Often for two or three hours. It was unbearable she’d seen us at all. Even more so for that length of time.

And then there were the times we did more than get naked. OH MY GOD. Had she seen THAT? I felt so sick I was afraid I was going to throw up right there.

Anna looked at me with genuine concern. “Are you ok, Dylan. Your face is white as a sheet.”

Violet said, “He’s ok. All this walking has worn the little guy out. When we get inside, he can sit down and rest. For a minute.”

I was sure Violet hadn’t mentioned seeing naked boys in the clearing to the other girls. It surely would’ve come up in the barn discussion earlier. Why hadn’t she told the others about it? I had a suspicion she was holding that back for later use. This was getting more and more ominous.

“I SAID, after you, Dylan.” Violet’s voice was hard. She wasn’t smiling any more.

It would only get worse for me if I refused, so I got down and moved the foliage aside and started crawling through the green tunnel. I could hear the others following me. When I stuck my head into the clearing, the bright sunlight momentarily blinded me. As my vision returned, I saw there were two blurry figures already waiting within. They resolved into Patricia and Letty. I was surprised, but shouldn’t have been.

I felt a sharp slap on my butt. Violet said, “Move it Dylan.”

I emerged into the clearing and stood up. The others followed. Anna was as surprised as me to see the other two girls. She looked at Violet and said, “What…?”

“You didn’t think we’d get revenge for Pat and Letty without them being here to enjoy it first hand, did you?”

Even Marcie was taken aback. “Why didn’t you mention it to us before?”

“What can I say? I like playing games. And I like knowing things other people don’t. Kind of like little Dylan here. He knew all along where we were taking him. And why.”

Everyone turned to look at me. I felt self-conscious with all eyes on me like that, and I wasn’t even naked yet.

Anna said, “Wait. What?”

Violet told her, “The boards in that old barn aren’t spaced very close. I could see Dylan through them where he was leaning against the wall.” She looked at me. “You knew and you still went with us. Maybe you WANT us to see what you’ve got? Maybe you want ANNA to see it?”

“No,” I yelled at her. “What was I supposed to do? Tell the grownups you were going to take me out into the woods and strip me? They’d think I was crazy.” Even as I denied this, that little voice was calling me a liar. But I WASN’T lying. I DIDN’T want all the girls to see me completely undressed. And yet again, that little voice belonged to ME. That proved that a small part of me DID want to be seen. At least by Anna. I was so confused, I felt dizzy.

Patricia and Letty stalked up to me. Patricia was fifteen like Violet. Letty was sixteen. Patricia looked at me like I was a repulsive insect she couldn’t wait to squash. “Your perverted friend saw me and Letty undressing. If he hadn’t been caught, he’d have seen us NAKED.”

I wailed, “You’re right. And it was a bad thing to do. But it was Cole, not me.” I felt like I was betraying my friend even though I wasn’t saying anything everyone didn’t already know.

Letty said, “Well, Cole isn’t here. But YOU are. And SOMEONE has to pay. So I guess that means YOU.”

Their logic was clearly faulty, but they didn’t care. A boy had violated their privacy, and a boy was going to suffer for it. It didn’t matter to them that it was the wrong boy.

I tried again. “Like you said, he didn’t see you naked. Not only is it not fair to take it out on me, it’s REALLY not fair to completely strip me.”

I had an idea. “Look, I’ll take my t-shirt and jeans off. My shoes and socks if you want. You’ll see me in my underwear. Like Cole saw you. That’ll be bad enough. And the punishment will fit the crime. Or at least it would if I was the one who spied on you. Come on. Standing in front of a bunch of girls in just my underwear is going to be awful. Isn’t that enough?”

Letty pretended to think, then said, “Ummm… nope. We want to see wiener. And balls. We want to see the whole deal… you completely bare-assed goddamned naked. We want you to remember this day forever. And just in case you might forget, we’re going to remind you of it every day from now on.”

I finally got angry. It had taken me long enough. I said very firmly, “You can go to hell. All of you. If you want to see me naked, you’re really going to have to work for it. You’ll have a fight on your hands. I know boys aren’t supposed to hit girls, but I think whoever made that rule hadn’t considered this situation.”

I was ready and willing to fight. But then Violet came up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “As you may have suspected, I’ve already seen what the other girls haven’t yet. I’ve seen you and your little buddies Cole, Stanley, Tom and Andrew laying around naked. Walking around naked. I’ve also seen you jerking off together. And more. Much, much more. I don’t think these other girls have any idea what horny boys will do to get their jollies. How they’ll give each other a hand, so to speak. And… like with you and Stanley when you’re alone lately… more than a hand.”

Oh God. She HAD seen. And she’d seen THAT. This couldn’t be worse. No, I told myself. It COULD be worse. She could tell the others about it. I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t.

She leaned in so close her lips were moving against my ear as she spoke. That made me shiver. It felt both horrible and erotic.

“Are you going to do what we tell you… everything we tell you, no matter how degrading… or do I educate the others on just how nasty boys can be? And these girls may not keeps secrets as well as I can.”

My shoulders slumped under her hands. I knew I was defeated. If the other girls knew about what we’d done, every kid in school would soon know.

Cole, Tom and Andrew weren’t even aware that Stanley and I had gone beyond doing each other by hand. Knowing Violet had watched me kneeling in front of Stanley doing… that… made me feel like I was about to go insane with despair. No one else could know.

“Ok,” I said quietly.

Violet raised her voice to a normal level. “Good boy.” Then she ruffled my hair.

Anna and the other girls were looking confused. They didn’t know what Violet had said, or why I was suddenly giving in after my big speech.

Violet said, “We WERE going to strip you ourselves. But I think it’ll be more entertaining to make YOU do it. So, DO IT.”

As I started pulling my t-shirt off, I kept telling myself whatever happened couldn’t be as bad as everyone finding out about all the other things that happened in that clearing. My shoes and socks were next, leaving me just in my jeans and underwear. After I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, I stopped. I had an unrealistic hope they’d say it was all a joke. They were just trying to scare me. But no one said anything. They just stared at me, waiting.

Anna looked uncomfortable, but she didn’t try to stop the proceedings. She was staring, too. Traci and Lauren had their hands over their mouths as they tittered and giggled. Violet looked smug. Marcie was looking to Violet to know how to act, so she started looking smug, too. Patricia and Letty were obviously taking grim satisfaction in demeaning me for the crime of being friends with Cole, or just the crime of being a boy.

I sighed and unzipped. Pulling my pants down was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life up to that moment. I knew removing the next garment would be even harder. I was afraid it’d be impossible, that I wouldn’t be able to force myself to do it. Then Violet would share my secret and my life would be ruined.

After tossing my jeans onto the pile of my other discarded clothing, I stood before the girls in just my white Fruit of the Loom briefs. I shocked myself by suddenly crying.

“This is enough. Really. I’m completely humiliated. Please let it be enough.”

Hot tears were running down my cheeks. I was sobbing uncontrollably. The younger girls were laughing harder now. They’d never seen a boy my age crying. Or in his underwear. I knew how ridiculous I looked.

Violet told me, “Remember what I said, Dylan.”

Still sobbing, I grasped the sides of my underwear and pulled them down. Then off. I had just totally degraded myself in front of these girls. But them seeing me naked and crying was still preferable to them hearing my dirty little secrets. I tossed my underwear aside, then waited with my hands at my sides. I knew better than to try and cover up. Violet would just make me uncover myself. And maybe do other things to me as punishment. I could tell she REALLY enjoyed what she was doing. I was sure this whole plan had been HER idea.

The two young sisters were shrieking with laughter, bent over double and staggering around. Anna looked shocked, as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing even after all the build up. The older girls were grinning with hateful satisfaction. They looked like the cat who ate the canary, as my mother would say.

I must’ve stood there exposed and unmoving for five minutes. Or more. I was still crying, but the big heaving sobs had subsided. The tears didn’t stop, though. I was almost as ashamed of crying in front of the girls as I was at being naked. No, I take that back. The naked part was way, WAY worse.

Violet finally said, “Turn around now so we can see your little bare bottom.”

I obediently turned. Part of me was surprised that I was so compliant now. Violet had truly broken me. The threat she held over my head was too potent.

Traci and Lauren had almost stopped laughing, but as soon as they saw my butt, they went into hysterics again. Being seen by the others was bad enough, but it was so much worse when the girls were only ten and eleven years old. They should be looking up to me, not ridiculing me with their derisive laughter. How was I going to look at any of these girls ever again and not remember how they’d made me disgrace myself?

Violet ordered me to turn around again. Once my thing and my balls came back into view, the sisters actually fell to the ground laughing so hard I thought they might die. The others had moved in closer while my back was turned. They were only about three feet away now. I looked down to the grass at my feet so I didn’t have to look them in the eyes.

Despite the overwhelming shame, that little voice in my head spoke up again, telling me that Anna, the girl of my dreams… and wet dreams… was seeing my entire body completely unclothed. She had wondered before what I looked like or she wouldn’t have been crotch watching. Now it was right there. All of it, not just my crotch. Every bit of skin I had was right in front of her. I had never felt more naked. Unfortunately, I’d never felt more aroused either. That little voice wasn’t so little anymore. It was getting louder and drowning everything else out. My thing was starting to get hard, knowing Anna’s eyes were on it. I fought an internal war with my hormones, but it was a losing battle. Even as I heard Lauren exclaim, “Look at his thing. Look at his thing,” it stood tall, so hard it actually hurt.

I threw my head back and wailed, “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

I was intensely aware that I was naked and erect. The shame I’d felt before was nothing compared to to what consumed me at that moment. How had I gotten hard while enduring such degradation? It didn’t seem possible.

Anna was staring so intently at my thing, I could almost feel her eyes burning into it. She wrenched her gaze away and looked at my face. “Dylan?”

I sobbed out, “I can’t help it, Anna. I’m a boy. And I’m thirteen. It just does this all on its own. I swear. Please don’t think I’m a pervert. Please. I’m not a pervert. I’m not.”

“I don’t know. I just...” She looked back down at my thing. It felt like it was straining even harder. It wanted her to touch it. Wrap her hand around it. Slide it up and down.

Marcie said, “Look how it exposes his ballsack when it’s standing up like that. It makes him look even more naked than before.”

The sisters ran up for a closer look. Traci exclaimed, “Balls look FUNNY.”

Violet turned to Anna and said, “Looks like your boy wants you even more than you want HIM.”

Anna started saying, “He’s NOT my bo…” But she stopped and just continued to stare.

Violet told me, “Now. Do what you do when it’s in that state.”

I looked at her with pure fear. “I don’t know what you mean.” I did know, of course. But I hadn’t known girls knew about that kind of thing. But then, she’d already seen what boys do. Apparently multiple times. My sense of shame quadrupled. Quintupled. Knowing what Violet had seen before made what she was seeing now so much worse.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Dylan. You know the consequences.” She motioned for everyone to move to either side so I had a clear firing line.

With another huge sob, I reached down and wrapped my hand around my thing. The sisters stopped laughing. Everyone stared. I wondered if I could actually die of shame. And decided if I could, I’d welcome it. This was the most awful, most degrading thing that had ever happened to me.

When I started stroking myself back and forth, Lauren asked, “What is he doing?”

Letty leaned over and whispered in her ear for a while. Traci leaned in to hear it, too. Their eyes were wide as they could be when they looked back over at me. I closed my own eyes at that moment, and not just so I couldn’t see my audience. I closed them because of the extreme feeling I was giving myself, knowing Anna was watching me do it. It felt so good, I knew I was already close to exploding. There was a new voice in my head screaming at me in horror that I was enjoying this moment even as I abased myself with the act. I knew it shouldn’t feel good. But Anna was seeing me masterbate, and that was oh so undeniably exciting. It could only have felt better if it had been HER hand wrapped around my shaft. Or another part of her…

That thought put me over the edge. Without realizing I’d reached that point, my stuff burst out of me with an almost violent feeling of release. I gasped out, “Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh,” as I pumped harder, sending streams of stuff out into the grass. My balls must’ve been FULL. I released a LOT of stuff.

When there was nothing left to squirt, I still kept pumping because it still felt good. I did it until my thing finally shriveled up into it’s smallest state. I had no conscious thoughts in my head. I just had the animal urge to provide myself with that almost excruciating pleasure.

Violet, Patricia and Letty started applauding and calling, “Bravo. Bravo.” Traci and Lauren were staring in awe with their mouths hanging open. Anna was looking at me with a strange, unreadable expression.

I stared down to where I was still holding my thing. Rational thought was starting to return, and with it, realization of what I’d just done. I dropped my hand and looked at Anna with pure misery. I could still feel the tears on my face. I’d been crying the whole time I jerked myself.

The next couple of hours were a blur of agonizing, unbearable emotions and sensations. Violet encouraged the other girls to examine me to the fullest extent possible. They did. They laid me out in the grass and explored me everywhere. By the time they were through, no inch of my flesh was unknown to them. Even the most private area. More private than my thing and my balls. Traci and Lauren giggled and said, “Ewww. Gross. Nasty.” I continued to cry as I writhed on the ground with embarrassment that anyone… especially girls… would see me in that supremely private place.

They took turns jerking me off. Violet and Marcie did it with sadistic glee. Patricia and Letty did it with unnecessary and painful force. At that point I retreated inside myself somewhere, so I was only barely aware when Anna, the girl I’d dreamed about touching me, took her turn. I don’t know if the sisters participated or not. I hope it was NOT. It was bad enough they SAW it.

I was sore for days afterwards.

Once six o’clock rolled around, Violet announced that time was up. The grownups had told us to be back before dark. I was allowed to pull my clothes back on. While I dressed, the girls kept going on and on about various moments from the day. I kept stealing glances at Anna to try and gauge what she thought of me after all that had been done to me and all that I’d done to myself. I’d catch her looking back at me, still with that odd expression.

When we arrived back at the house, just in time for more barbecue for dinner, I was composed but quiet. Mom and Dad just took this as my usual adolescent self.

In the days after my ordeal, word got around town among all the other kids. I had known that would happen, but still prayed it wouldn’t. So much for prayer. I was teased mercilessly by girls and boys alike. But I wasn’t ostracized. I wasn’t banned from the town’s society of youth. I just had to endure a lot of taunts. A LOT.

From what kids said to me, I soon realized that the whole story hadn’t gotten out. There was no mention of the girls jerking me off or doing any of the other things they’d done with my body. According to the edited version of events, the girls just made me strip naked. Then I’d gotten hard. From there, accounts differed. Some said that was all that had happened. Others claimed I’d jerked myself off right in front of the girls’ horrified eyes. No one knew for sure, and I wasn’t talking. I knew the more I denied anything, the more people would believe it was true. I just remained silent and weathered the ridicule.

It was a rough summer, but not completely bad. I didn’t lose any friends. I even gained a few. Some boys I wasn’t friends with before came up to me and asked awestruck questions. I told them I couldn’t say. I’d been warned of l repercussions if I spoke about that day. They told me not to feel too bad. THEY would’ve gotten hard too if it had happened to THEM. I think each of them had a unconscious wish that it had. Hormones make you crazy.

Another detail that wasn’t made public was the location of my ordeal. As far as any of the other boys knew, the clearing was still a secret boy-only spot. Violet had warned me to keep it that way. I knew she still wanted to spy from wherever her hiding spot was.

I continued to meet there with my friends… including the new ones. Since I couldn’t warn them not to, the other boys stripped down upon entering. I felt bad knowing I was letting Violet see even more boys naked, but it couldn’t be helped. I had to take my clothes off too so I wouldn’t arouse suspicion. We also continued to work off our raging hormones in the ways that boys do. I had to participate in that, never knowing if Violet was watching or not. I just told myself she’d already seen it before. That helped. A little. Well, to be honest, not even a little. I remained anxious and embarrassed the whole time, continually looking at the surrounding trees, wondering if she was there. That didn’t stop me from participating though. I decided, despite what I’d told Anna, that I WAS a pervert. How else could I do the things I did while knowing a girl could be watching? Hormones make you crazy.

The taunting let up a bit once school started again, but not because I wasn’t a juicy target anymore. Cole returned from out of town, and the female population made it their mission to humiliate him in every way possible. What I had endured was nothing compared to to what Cole went through. And it continued throughout the entire school year. Even more happened after that, but I’m limiting the scope of this account.

As for Violet… She came up to me about a week after the ordeal and told me there were two reasons why she didn’t tell the other girls about what she’d seen of me and the other boys in the clearing. First, as I already knew, she wanted to be able to spy for years to come, and if word got out, the boys would no longer meet there. And second, there was a price I had to pay for her silence. I had to be at her house once a week, on Saturdays when her parents were out for a few hours. She’d make me do to myself what I’d done before. Then she’d do what the girls had done to me. Only she did a whole lot more. A WHOLE lot more. Violet had a hidden creative streak. I never knew what to expect. I just knew it would be awful. She even had this weird thing she strapped on and…

No. That’s enough information. Too much, actually. I’ll just say Cole wasn’t the only one whose ordeal went on through the school year and beyond. But at least mine was restricted to Saturdays with only Violet and me in attendance. I didn’t end up frequently naked in school and in town, with my pubes shaved off the way Cole did. I think everyone in town ended up seeing Cole naked. Multiple times. And in some VERY compromising positions. He gained a reputation among the adults as an exhibitionist because he refused to say who was doing this to him. He knew none of them would believe girls would do such a thing. And tattling would only make his neverending punishment worse. His parents sent him to a psychiatrist. Then another. And another. It never helped. Cole would still be seen running through town without a stitch of clothing on.

And then there were all those Polaroid photos circulating around the school. The ones with him naked. The ones showing that REALLY private area. The ones with him in panties and a bra. And worse. WAY worse.

Lastly, there’s Anna. She steered clear of me for a few weeks after that day. But one afternoon she approached me and asked if I could walk with her into town to go to the malt shop. We became good friends after that. Not boyfriend and girlfriend. Not yet, and maybe not ever. Time would tell. We were too young for dating yet anyway. We were both aware every moment we were together of the humiliating things she’d seen in the clearing, so she always had the upper hand in the friendship. But she’d also use that hand in some very pleasurable ways, so I was happy to let her be the boss.

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