Dysfunctional Families 2: Evan in the All Together

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Evan is a thirteen year old boy who’s just transferred to a new school. Being the new kid is never easy. It’s even worse when he’s forcibly stripped naked on the morning school bus on his first day. It’s way beyond worse when his half-sister Marcy is the one behind his humiliation.


Dysfunctional Families 2: Evan in the All Together

by PatrickNaked


Marcy boarded the school bus as usual that Monday morning. What was unusual was her half-brother Evan boarded with her. This was Evan’s first day at her school. Until a few days before, he’d lived on the other side of the county and attended a school there.

Marcy and Evan had the same mother. Different fathers. Their mother hadn’t been married to either. She was a free spirit and refused to be shackled by the bonds of marriage. She hadn’t stayed with either man for long, but was still on good terms with both.

Marcy was fifteen, and had always lived with their mother. Evan was thirteen and lived with his father. Even so, the half-siblings saw each other fairly often.

Evan’s father had recently been promoted to an overseas position at his job. The boy’s parents had agreed that Evan should stay stateside rather than transfer to a school in another country where he didn’t even speak the language. So, over the weekend, Evan had moved in with his mother and Marcy.

The bus was always packed by the time it got to Marcy’s. Her house was the last stop before it turned back to deliver its payload to the junior and senior high schools. There was a twenty mile stretch of lonely rural road still to cover before the bus reached their small town.

Marcy’s boyfriend Blane always saved her a seat. He was sitting about halfway down the length of the aisle. Blane was big. He was heavily muscled and had thick black hair that would’ve looked at home on a young punk from decades earlier in the 1950s. He even had the leather jacket. Blane was the football team captain. He’d been a bully when Marcy first hooked up with him, but she’d managed to keep him mostly reined in. That morning she was going to turn him loose. His target was just then mounting the steps of the bus behind her. Her half-brother Evan.

It wasn’t going to be a fair contest. Evan was as small as Blane was big. He was a good-looking boy, but was often mistaken for someone two years younger. So he’d already had a target on his back from the meaner boys… and girls… at his previous school. There were whispers of unfortunate incidents involving a large number of students that had been ongoing for over a year. Marcy’s mother tried to find out the details, but aside from one occasion that made it into Evan’s record, no one in the school administration seemed to know about any others. Evan told her not to worry. There was nothing going on. Marcy knew otherwise.

Now that he was starting fresh at a new school, Marcy was going to insure that history repeated itself. She was going to be right there with Blane when the new round of bullying began.

She saw Blane motioning to her. A look passed between them. That look said all was in readiness. She began making her way down the aisle. Once she was seated next to her boyfriend, Evan scanned the rear of the bus for a place to sit. There was one space available. It was next to another massive member of the football team. That available space was odd, since a lot of the seats had three kids crammed together in an area only comfortable for two.

This made Evan very leery. He stood there looking uncertain till the bus driver yelled, “Find a seat, kid. Move it.”

Evan shuffled down the aisle and stopped at the suspiciously open seat. He looked at the football player nervously. “Um… is it ok if I sit here?”

The bigger boy gave him a predatory grin. “Sure thing, shrimp.” He then stood up and motioned Evan over to sit by the window. Evan scooted by him and huddled down on the seat. Once the other boy sat, Evan was effectively trapped.

Now that everyone was seated, the driver pulled forward, then arduously backed into Marcy’s driveway as he always did. Once he pulled out again to head back, Marcy could hear him grousing about having to drive twenty miles out of the way and twenty miles back for ONE student. Well, it was two students now, so he ought to be happy.

Marcy leaned over and whispered to Blane, “Well?”

He replied, “Don’t worry. Any second now.”

Even as he said it, the bus engine started to stutter. The vehicle lurched forward a few times, then sputtered to a stop.

“Son of a…” the driver exclaimed. He kept turning the key, but the engine only made an impotent spinning sound and never fired into life.

A kid called from about midway down the bus, “Sounds like you’re out of gas.”

“Impossible. I filled it up yesterday after the last run..”

Someone else said, “Apparently not.”

“The gauge says it’s full.

The driver pulled out his cell phone. “Everybody shut up while I call for help.”

The phone proved to be as dead as the bus. “Son of a...”

Marcy spoke up. “This whole area is a dead zone. No reception.” A few other kids agreed.

The driver tried to contain his anger. “What about your house. You have to have a landline if cell phones don’t work out here.”

Marcy said apologetically, “It’s been out for nearly a week. We’re waiting for repairs.”

“Son of a…”

Marcy wondered if he was ever going to complete that statement.

The driver stood and looked at his charges. “Ok. I’m going to have to walk the whole twenty friggin’ miles back to town to get help. I have no idea how long this’ll take. Everyone is to stay in your seats. Don’t get off the bus.”

As he stalked off down the road, Marcy heard him say, “Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.”

She leaned over to Blane again, but this time gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Told you,” he said smugly. Blane was a natural mechanic with vehicles, but this hadn’t needed much expertise. He’d just had to calculate how much gas to siphon out of the tank the night before in the bus yard, then use a little epoxy on the gas gauge’s needle.

Blane said, “Ball’s in your court now, Marcy.”

She grinned. “And balls are what everyone is going to get a good look at. Along with everything else.”

She got up and sauntered a few seats back to stop by Evan’s.

She greeted him sweetly. “Hey, you little shit. No mommy around to protect you. No bus driver, either.”

Everyone around them had stopped talking. They knew something was about to happen.

Evan, his voice shaking, said, “You’re not supposed to get out of your seat.”

The entire busload erupted in derisive laughter.

Marcy said, “And you’re not supposed to be taking up space in my house. But here we are.”

Some of the kids were getting up out of their seats to crowd the aisle for a better look.

“Now I have to share space with a little snot-nosed baby.”

Evan summoned up some outrage. “I’m not a BABY.”

Marcy was unimpressed. “You look like a baby to me.” She addressed the bus at large. “Does he look like a baby to you?”

There was a general noise of agreement. Evan looked like a baby.

Marcy said, “But I don’t want to be unfair. I’ll give you a chance. PROVE you’re not a baby and I’ll leave you alone.”

Evan asked meekly, “Prove it how?”

Marcy addressed the bus again. “How can little Evan prove he’s not a baby?”

Among the shouted suggestions was the one she was waiting for. Blane’s voice called out, “Pull his pants down and see if he’s baby sized or big boy sized.”

The bus went silent. Then there was the sound of more kids getting out of their seats for a better look. Not only was something about to happen, it was something GOOD.

Marcy said, “Sounds fine to me. Stand up, Evan, so you can prove you’re a man. Or at least, an unreasonable facsimile thereof.”

The boy cowered back against the side of the bus. He instinctively brought his schoolbooks over his lap as protection.

Marcy sighed. “It looks like little Evan is being stubborn. You know how fussy babies can be.” She turned to the football player sitting next to the boy. “Dave, would you give him a hand. I think he’s bashful.”

Dave stood up. “It’d be a pleasure.”

Evan bleated, “You’d better NOT.”

More kids crowded in. The seat immediately in front of Evan’s now held six students, piled on top of each other. They were all facing backwards to watch the show. The seat behind him was equally full.

Marcy said, “Since you’re my brother… or at least half of one… I’ll give you a chance. Unzip and pull it out so everyone can see. If you don’t, my friend Dave and my boyfriend Blane will strip you naked right here in front of everyone.”

Evan yelled, “I’ll tell.”

Dave said in a low, ominous voice, “No. You won’t. Getting stripped on the bus will be nothing compared to what’ll happen to you if you do. There’s a whole big football team full of guys who like to pound little pussies like you into the ground. When we’re finished playing scrimmage, with you as the ball, we’ll drag you into the locker room and show you what men REALLY do to pussies. If you know what I mean.”

Evan turned pale.

Marcy raised her voice and asked, “Is there anybody else here who wants to tattle?”

There was a loud chorus of NO.

“Does anybody want to see little Evan’s little wiener?”

There was a much louder and prolonged YES, interspersed with laughter and clapping. Some kids already had their cell phones out taking video of the scene. No one on the bus besides Marcy even knew Evan, this being his first day at their school. They only knew he was a new student, he was small and harmless looking, and he had VICTIM stamped all over him.

Marcy said, “Last chance, Evan. Pull it out, let everyone get a good look and take a few pictures. Then we’ll let you go. If you don’t… well, everyone will get to see a whole lot more. And that driver is going to be gone for a while. There’s no telling what other uses this crowd can find for a naked boy to fill the time. Three… two…”

Evan scanned the crowd of leering faces. He found no allies. Letting out a sob, he moved his books aside and clumsily took the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. There was a loud cheer all around him. His white briefs were visible as he pulled his fly open. He scrabbled around trying to get his penis out.

Someone said, “He doesn’t seem to have much experience at this.”

Evan shouted, “I’m not usually sitting down when I do it.”

He finally got it out through the flap in his briefs. There was another cheer when it came into view.

Marcy instructed, “Put your hands at your sides so everyone can see.”

Evan did so, then closed his eyes and leaned his head back. A couple of tears rolled down his cheeks.

The crowd was going wild. No one had ever seen a boy being forced into pulling out his penis on the school bus. This was better than the internet. This was in person, in the flesh. Cell phones were busily capturing photos and video of the boy’s shame.

Marcy looked down at her half-brother with his penis laying out like a pink, fleshy slug. She would’ve liked to ridicule him for having a tiny one. But, to be honest, it was average for a boy his age. She was well acquainted with penises, having started fairly early in the boy/girl relations department. But all the ones she’d seen had been willingly displayed, either for a hand job or something more. This was her first time with coercion, and she was finding she liked it. She was going to keep young Evan busy. And maybe a few other boys she’d had her eye on. This was exciting.

Blane was behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She whispered something to him. He smiled and nodded.

“Ok, kid. Everyone’s got to see it. Now for the rest of you. Take your clothes off.”

Evan’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Marcy said if I pulled it out, that’s all I’d have to do.”

Blane told him, “That was Marcy’s rule. This is mine. I’ll give you the same amount of time she did to get started. Three… two…”

Evan cried, “No, no. I can’t. This is already humiliating. Please. Don’t make me take everything off. Please.”

“…one. Oops. Time’s up. Dave, make sure our boy doesn’t get away. And you kids in the seat behind him. Get that t-shirt off him.”

Before Evan could react, multiple sets of hands, both male and female, grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

Blane told Dave, “And grab his ankles and pull his legs up so the kids in front can get his shoes and socks off.”

Evan started to fight, but Dave balled up one fist and cocked his arm back. He held it there, but the implication was obvious. Evan collapsed. With his feet raised, the mob in the seat in front had him barefoot in seconds.

Blane said, “Now his pants.”

One girl had to lean way over the back of the seat to get Evans’ pants unbuttoned. Then she helped everyone else drag them off his legs, leaving him in only his underwear with his penis still sticking out through the flap. He was crying openly now.

“Annnnnnnnd, now his little undies.”

Evan grabbed at his waistband in a last desperate attempt to preserve some of his modesty. Adrenaline gave him strength. He was actually holding his own in the battle for his underwear. The kids in front coordinated their efforts with a ‘One, two, three, NOW.’ The briefs, perhaps old and thin, proved to be the weakest element. With a ripping sound, they came apart. The kids pulled off the shredded remains while Evan held the disembodied waistband in his hands. He was left wearing only a loop of white cloth with HANES printed in light gray at intervals around it.

The busload of kids shrieked with laughter.

Marcy said, “I hope everybody got that on video. It’s not something you see every day.”

Evan, now completely naked except for his waistband, clasped his hands over his crotch. His head was bowed and tears fell onto his hands and lap. Even though he was now covering himself up, everyone had already seen that he only had a sparse patch of peach fuzz.

There was a lot of jostling at the front of the bus as kids scuffled for a better view. Marcy was afraid a fight might break out. That wouldn’t be good. It would draw attention away from her humiliation of Evan.

She called out, “Everybody deserves a chance to see. Clear the aisle so Evan can parade himself up and down the bus. Actually… Evan, why don’t you jog. Let’s see how athletic you are. And keep it up till I tell you to stop.”

Evan looked up at her. “Please, Marcy. This is enough. Please stop already.”

Dave stood up and grabbed the boy under his armpits, dragging him out into the aisle. Everyone else had scrunched themselves either into the seats or in the spaces between. Evan had a clear path for his marathon. He stood with his hands clutching himself between his legs. He was hunched over, as if trying to make himself smaller. Tears ran in rivulets down his face. He looked up at his taller half-sister. “Please, Marcy. I can’t take it. Make it stop.”

She was unmoved. She grabbed what was left of his underwear and pulled it down his legs. “Step out,” she commanded. Then she tied it around his forehead. “There’s you a sweatband. Start jogging, little boy.”

As an added incentive, Blane smacked him on his bare bottom. Evan let out a yelp. That gave Marcy another idea.

“I think Evan needs some encouragement. To show him we’re all rooting for him, give him a little pat on the fanny when he goes by. And Evan? Put your hands on top of your head while you’re jogging. Can’t have you covering up the floppy parts.”

Evan slowly removed his hands and put them on top of his head. That brought on more cheers and clapping. He started out at a slow jog. All the way to the front of the bus. Boys as well as girls smacked him on his bottom as he passed. These were more than the pats Marcy had suggested. When he reached the front he turned around and began the return trip.

Marcy yelled, “Speed it up. You’ll never make the Olympics at that rate.”

Evan jogged faster. His floppy parts were indeed very floppy. And they weren’t in sync. While his penis bounced one way, his scrotum went another. By the time he made four trips up and down the aisle, his bottom was fluorescent pink and he yelped with each successive smack. Some of the girls weren’t satisfied with just his bottom and had started grabbing at his floppies. His look of pure misery was turning to one of horror at so many of his new classmates not only seeing him naked, but touching him inappropriately too.

After ten trips, Evan was breathing in short gasps and was sweating profusely. Not only was the morning turning hot, but the boy wasn’t used to this much exercise.

He stopped beside Marcy and Blane. He gasped out, “Please. Let me stop for just a minute.” Now that he was a stationary target, the girls on either side of the aisle had better aim. One grabbed his penis and started pulling on it. Another grabbed his scrotum. Some boys behind him on both sides of the aisle were delivering an all out spanking on his abused bottom.

Marcy said, “Sure. Stand there all you want. Your fans seem to be loving it.”

Evan cried out as he brushed the groping hands aside, then resumed his jog.

Marcy yelled a reminder, “Get your hands back on your head.”

After twenty trips, Evan was staggering slowly, completely drained of energy. He was drenched in sweat, his thin body looking slick as a seal. His slow pace made the girls’ exploration of his boy parts easier. His penis was as slippery with sweat as the rest of his body, allowing their hands to slide up and down its length with lubricated ease. Some were running their hands over his sweaty bottom too, instead of smacking it.

He finally wilted to a stop. He was almost doubled over with exhaustion, and could only remain standing by holding onto seat backs on either side. Sweat ran down his body in rivers. It dripped from his face and hair to the floor of the bus. The grasping hands continued to work him. Most of these girls were around Evan’s age and had never seen a naked boy in the flesh. Even more had never touched one.

Evan’s penis was starting to react to all that touching. He didn’t even seem aware that it was now halfway to a full erection.

Marcy said, “Well, well. It looks like Evan is enjoying all the attention.”

Evan looked up at her in dazed confusion, then seemed to connect what she’d just said with the sensations between his legs. He looked down at himself where three girls were stroking and tugging and squeezing. His penis had attained its full stature.

“Oh my GOD.”

Someone commented, “Well, it looks like we seen everything this kid’s got now.”

Marcy considered this and decided they hadn’t. She whispered something to Blane.

He looked astounded. “Remind me to never get on YOUR bad side.”

Evan was still trying to comprehend his very public erection when Blane grabbed him under the arms.

“Damn, you’re sweaty, kid.” Blane looked at the seat behind Evan. “All of you clear out. We need the seat.”

After the former occupants had relocated, Blane pushed Evan down until he was laying across the seat. Evan looked confused and fearful, but too exhausted to fight.

Marcy said, “Little half-brother. By the end of the day, not only will everyone in both the junior and senior high schools have seen videos of you naked… they’ll have seen intimate closeups of your BUTTHOLE, too. Do it Blane.”

Blane wedged himself in between Evan’s seat and the one in front. He put one arm under Evan’s knees, then pushed both legs up until the boy’s knees were almost touching his chest. This raised his bottom up in the air and displayed his anus to all the onlookers. His scrotum flopped forward against his still erect penis. There was a shocked gasp from the crowd. They hadn’t expected this level of exposure. Some even looked uneasy, as if this had finally crossed over the line of what’s acceptable when stripping and humiliating thirteen year old boys.

Blane quickly switched his hold. Now holding Evan’s ankles, he pushed till the boy’s feet were way over his head and his bottom was raised even higher.

Evan’s reaction was belated. His mind apparently took a few moments to process the enormity of what had just happened, even with Marcy’s rather graphic warning. When he looked up between his legs, past his penis and scrotum to the twin mounds of his buttocks, he finally realized what the crowd of onlookers were staring at. He let out a shriek and began struggling, but was no match for Blane’s strength.

Marcy announced, “If everyone will line up in an orderly fashion, you’ll all get to take photos and videos to share with your friends. And I must stress that word SHARE. Too many people think only of themselves anymore. Don’t be selfish.”

Evan continued to shriek. It was a wordless, piercing sound of anguish.

Once every cell phone camera on the bus had captured the latest phase in Evan’s continued degradation, Blake released the boy’s ankles and allowed him to sit up. Evan looked at everyone with a wounded expression.

“That’s all, right? I can put my clothes back on?”

Marcy told him, “There’s one more thing to take care of.”

“W… what?”

Marcy wondered if the next step was a step too far. Then she decided it couldn’t be worse than making the kid show his butthole to the entire bus… and with all the video that now existed… the entire school. “Your dick is still about half hard. Whip it all the way back up. Then jerk it. Once everyone has seen you come, you can get dressed.”

Evan wailed, “Oh God, Marcy. This is too much. Stop it, please. I mean it.”

Marcy just made a masturbation motion with her hand. “Hurry up and whack away. Or do I have to choose someone from the audience to take you in hand and do it for you? If I have to, I’ll choose Dave. He won’t be too happy about that. Do you really want a big, pissed off football player handling your tender wienie?”

Evan looked down at himself, then wrapped his fingers around it. He continued to look down as he pumped himself. Some kids were shouting ‘Go, Evan, go’ and other words of mock encouragement. Others just laughed in amazement at the entertainment the morning had brought. Many of the boys looked uncomfortable since they were surrounded by girls watching what boys do with themselves.

After a few minutes, Evan looked up to Marcy in panic. “I’m about to do it. It’s going to get… all over.”

Marcy told him. “Go for it. Just be sure to wipe it up with what’s left of your underwear. Nobody wants to step in that.”

As humiliated as Evan was to be doing it in front of a bus full of other kids, he began pumping himself harder and faster. He was making little noises… “Uh… uh…. uh…. uh….” His eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip. Almost everyone was seeing it through the lens of their phones.

Evan cried out, “Oh, nooooo,” as semen erupted from him. It splattered against the back of the seat in front of him. The kids hanging over that seat had to jump back. Some were still spattered. Evan pumped again and again, lifting his bottom up off the seat as every muscle in his body grew taut. He continued to repeat, “Oh, no,” over and over till he had jacked every drop of fluid out of himself. Despite his cries to the contrary, the intense smile on his face told of just how good the session had been. He collapsed with a small withering sound like a deflating balloon.

Evan rolled over on his side, pulling his knees up in a fetal position, and buried his face in his hands. He was apparently unaware that left his scrotum hanging out beneath his bottom in an unseemly manner.

When the driver returned in another bus, Evan was again fully dressed… except for his underwear. The trip hadn’t taken nearly as long as it could’ve. The driver had flagged down a passing car and got a ride back to the bus yard. A mechanic would come back later to ascertain the problem with the first bus.

As the kids were transferring to the new vehicle, Blane told Marcy, “Idiots. All it needed was gas.”

The driver snapped at Evan, “What the hell are you wearing on your head? Is that from your underwear. Take it off. You damn kids.”

Evan was quiet and couldn’t look anyone in the eye on the drive back to school. The other kids couldn’t continue their teasing in front of the bus driver. That would come later. And soon it would come from every kid in his new school. And since many on the bus were from the high school, it would come from there as well. The two schools were right next to each other, so there was a lot of interaction. Evan’s first day had set the tone for the rest of the year. And the year after that. And the year after that. And so on.

Marcy got home around six o’clock. She’d been out with Blane after school, riding around in his car. And parked for a while out in a secluded spot in the woods, rewarding him for his contribution to the morning’s fun and games. Dave had asked for a reward, too. She’d told him he could get HIS from Evan. Dave told her that’s exactly what he was going to do.

She opened the door to Evan’s room without knocking. She was closing it behind her as he bounded up off his bed wearing only his white briefs… a different pair, of course. She greeted him. “Hi there, cutie.”

“Jeez. I’m in my underwear. And I could’ve been in here… you know… doing it.”

“Like that’s something I haven’t seen before… like, just this morning. And if I know YOU, you’ve already done it twice since you got home.”

Evan grinned. “Three times. I’m kind of sore now.” He scampered up and threw his arms around her in a big hug. “You’re the best, Marcy.”

Marcy hugged him back. “Yes, I am. And YOU, little brother, are a demented perv.” She pushed him gently back. “And that’s all the hugging for now. You’re too easily excitable. If I ever feel a hardon poking me in the leg, your ass is going to be redder than it was earlier today.” She stopped as a thought occurred to her. “Did you wash your hands after doing it?”

His grin grew wider. “Nope.”

“Oh, gross.” She quickly checked her clothes for any stains.

Evan asked, “You didn’t tell Blane or Dave I was in on it, did you?”

“Hell, no. They’d think I was as perverted as YOU.”

“Like making me do all I had to do today wasn’t perverted.”

Marcy explained, “Nope. That falls within reasonable revenge boundaries. They just don’t know I have no reason for revenge. I actually LIKE you for some mysterious reason.”

Evan was suddenly sulky. “It didn’t seem like you liked me earlier. You were enjoying yourself too much today. I didn’t even know you were going to start yet. And you were supposed to take it slow. Over a few months time. A little here. A little there. You jumped right in with complete nakedness, jerking off, and… and showing my butthole to everyone. That was too much. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, or have a heart attack or something.”

Marcy was unconcerned. “Don’t be so dramatic. I thought you LOVED being humiliated.”

Evan looked exasperated. “I TOLD you… I don’t like it at the time. When it’s happening. It’s not fun being embarrassed and humiliated. Especially not when it’s so extreme. And THAT was extreme. It’s later… when I think back on it… that it’s exciting. That’s when I… you know. I’m an after-the-fact kind of guy.”

“You’re too complicated. Me? I just enjoy a good, old fashioned fu…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear what gets my sister off. That’s gross.”

Marcy laughed. “Like you’re one to talk. I not only have to know what gets YOU off, I have to help you get there now.”

Evan shrugged. “As long as I’m living here now, why not? Like I told you before… at my last school I had to come up with ways of engineering the scenarios myself. That was kind of liniting. I like it this way better. I’ll never know WHAT you’re going to do. And I can see now that you’ll do ANYTHING. This morning was CRAZY. There’s nothing left. How are you going to top what you already made me do?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I have a lot of stuff lined up. Some of it isn’t even going to involve me. I REALLY don’t want to be associated with what happens next.”

Evan looked more than a little nervous. “Ummmmm… maybe we should stop. This morning’s going to cause me all kinds of humiliating teasing and taunting. Everyone’s going to have copies of the pics and videos by tomorrow. More kids will want to catch me out somewhere and strip me. Get more pictures. Maybe even leave me there naked. If this school is anything like my last one, girls will gang up on me to pull my pants down. Or force me into a janitor’s closet and make me pull it out for them. Make me jerk off for them in person if they only got to see the videos from the bus. The locker room will be interesting from now on. All those jocks are going to want to carry on with the humiliations. Make me do degrading stuff. The showers are going to be pure hell. That’ll keep me occupied at school… and after… for a long time.”

Marcy could see Evan was getting excited as he considered all the possibilities. His penis wasn’t too sore to start pitching a tent in his underwear. She pointed her finger at it.

Evan looked down. “Oh, crap. Sorry.” His face turned as red as his bottom had been that morning. He was one weird kid. “So, let’s call the rest of it off. At least for a while. I have plenty from this morning to keep me going.”

Marcy said, “We made a deal, remember? I make your life hell at school so you can make it pleasurable that evening. And once I make a promise, I keep it. I’ll wait a while for the next scenario. But just so you won’t know when it’s coming. And it’ll be BIG. Be careful what you wish for, little brother.”

Evan looked like he was torn between apprehension and anticipation. If he knew some of the things Marcy had in mind, apprehension would win the day. Maybe even outright fear. She loved her little brother, but that morning she’d discovered she loved humiliating him, too. And since he loved being humiliated… after the fact… it all worked out well. At least until she went beyond what he was willing to bear. And then went even further.

Evan sat on his bed. Marcy sat beside him. He looked away and said, “I kind of thought when you set up situations where I’d be naked… or being forced to jerk it… that… well, YOU wouldn’t be there to see it.”

Marcy laughed at his weirdness. “Was it embarrassing?”

“More than that. You’re my sister. It was unbearable. And then everybody, including YOU, saw my friggin’ butthole. I meant it when I told you it was too much. When I asked you to stop. I really couldn’t take it.”

“That didn’t stop you from flogging it three times when you got home from school, though, did it?”

Evan looked uncomfortable. “Well… no. But I can’t help my nature.”

“You’re going to grow up to be some old flasher on the street corner, whipping open his trench coat to flaunt it at the ladies.”

Evan was outraged. “Hell, no. It’s only fun when it’s forced on me. Actually, AFTER it’s forced on me. Voluntarily whipping it out… that’s just something I could never do. It’s wrong.”

“Damn, you’re strange. What did you do at your last school to get people to humiliate you?”

Evan said, “It wasn’t easy to keep coming up with ideas. No one could know I was intentionally making it happen. And it was best when it was something that other kids would find out about so they could tease me later. Teasing is humiliating, too, you know. Let’s see…

“There was a clique of snotty girls. They were kind of tough, too. I was two years younger than them. They’d destroy a guy if he hit on one and they considered him out of their league. And these were guys in their own grade. So I figured they’d REALLY let me have it if I made a pass at one since I was way younger than them.

“So, I went up to them at lunchtime in this area around the side of the school where all the kids hang out. I asked Toni Alvarez if she’d go out with me. They and everyone around us started laughing like crazy. They all lit into me, telling me what a little shrimp I was, what a dweeb. Who did I think I was? I wouldn’t know how to handle a girl like her. I didn’t have the equipment for it anyway. It was awful. I was trying to keep from crying. I didn’t succeed. That made everyone laugh even more, of course. So, I yelled at her that my equipment was more than any of them could handle. It took everything I had to make myself say that, because I knew what was going to happen if I did. Then I immediately tried to take it back. I just wanted to get out of there.

“They wouldn’t let me go. They surrounded me. All the other kids gathered around in a bigger circle. Toni said, ‘Some little crybaby punk is going to tell me I can’t take what he’s got? Well, let’s just SEE what he’s got.’ They had my pants and underwear down to my ankles in about five seconds. Then two of them grabbed my wrists and held my arms way up over my head. They paraded me around for everyone to see… with me shuffling along because my feet were all tangled up in my pants. About thirty kids were just screaming with laughter. And taking pictures with their cell phone, of course. I was crying the whole time.

“When the Bitch Squad finished with me, Toni pushed me down on my butt. Then they grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them all the way inside-out. Then left me there. It took me forever to get my feet out, then turn the pants inside-in. Then get dressed again. The whole time I was surrounded by kids still laughing and getting it all on video. I was screaming at them to leave me alone.

“It was all over school by the end of the next period. Half the kids had seen the videos. I was teased like you wouldn’t believe. When I got home after school, I cried on my bed for an hour. And then… well… I jerked off non-stop till dinner time.”

Marcy ruffled Evan’s hair. “You are a depraved little freak. Doesn’t Mom wonder what you’re doing in your room so much?”

Evan said, “Oh, she knows I jerk off constantly. That’s embarrassing, too. Which makes me jerk off even more. She just doesn’t know WHY I do it. Anyway, boys my age are notorious for not being able to keep their hands off themselves.”

“What else did you do to provoke the student body into seeing YOUR body?”

“A little over a year ago during the summer, I found a treehouse way out in the woods. It was camouflaged really well. I never would’ve seen it by myself. But I saw four boys and three girls from my school out in the woods one day and followed them to it. They were mid-level bullies. They liked to push smaller kids around but didn’t beat anyone up real bad or anything like that. Some of them were in my grade and two were a year older, including Billy, their leader.

“One of them saw me from the treehouse while I was trying to hide behind a tree. They chased me down and caught me. The other boys held me while Billy got in my face. He said if I told anyone where their ‘fort’ was, or if I ever came back, I’d regret it. They made me stand with my back against a tree, then tied my hands behind it with some twine they had in their treehouse. I kept begging them to stop. I said I was sorry for sneaking around. I’d never be back and I’d keep their treehouse a secret. It didn’t do any good. Billy told the girls to pull my pants down. Then my underwear. The girls went wild, laughing like crazy. They’d never got to strip a boy before.

“They took a bunch of pictures, of course. Then they left me there. It took me about an hour to get myself loose. They hadn’t done a very good job with the knots. Maybe on purpose. I doubt they wanted me to be tied up out there for days. It was WAY out there in the woods. Then the police would be involved.

“It got me thinking. If they pulled my pants down for a first offense, what would they do if they found me actually inside their little secret fort? I had to go out there and hang out in that stupid treehouse for hours on four different days before they caught me. They were PISSED when they climbed up and found me there.

“I decided to try a new form of humiliation. After we yelled insults back and forth for a while… usually insulting each other’s manhood… I finally told Billy, ‘I don’t know why you have these girls here. I bet you and the other guys really want to get naked and suck each other off.’ Then I made a break for it. I realized I’d gone too far. I knew how they’d react and decided this one humiliation I wasn’t going to experience. They were so shocked I almost got away.

“After they grabbed me, Billy asked the others, “Did he just say he wants to get naked and suck us off?” They all agreed that’s what they heard. The girls helped strip me, but they didn’t stick around for the next part. You can guess what THAT involved.”

Marcy said, “I didn’t know you were into boys.”

“I’m NOT. That’s what makes it so awful. Even a gay guy wouldn’t like being FORCED to do it. Anyway, when they were through with me, they called the girls back and let them have THEIR turn. The boys stuck around to watch. Those girls were ROUGH. I thought they were going to pull it right off. I came three times, but it didn’t feel good. Well, it did but it didn’t. My dick hurt for days. I think they sprained it.

“I don’t think they told anyone else about it. But when school started again, I’d see them everywhere. And they always made sure I didn’t forget that day in the treehouse. As if I COULD.”

Marcy was almost in awe. “I always think you can’t get any weirder. Then you prove me wrong. And that interlude with the boys reminds me… you might want to steer clear of Dave.”

Evan looked puzzled, but Marcy didn’t elaborate.

She asked, “Any other scenarios you engineered?”

“There was that time in the locker room. I ‘accidentally’ bumped into this big guy in the showers. He said, ‘Watch it, punk,’ and shoved me. I landed on my butt, which made everyone there laugh.

“I got up and told him, ‘YOU watch it.” Then I shoved him back. I knew what’d he’d done to a boy the year before. I was gambling he’d do it again instead of beating me to death. Sure enough… he and a couple of his buddies made me stand there naked under the shower while everyone else got dressed and left. Then they dragged me to the door and pitched me out into the hall. The bell had already rang, so the hall was full of kids. The guys shut the door and barred it somehow so I couldn’t get back in.

“I was almost hysterical. This was the most people who’d seen me naked at one time. It was one of the busiest hallways in the school. I tried to run to one end of the hall where there was a door to the outside. From there I could go around the side of the gym to another door. But I kept slipping and sliding on the linoleum because my feet were wet. When I finally got to the door, a bunch of boys blocked it. I was screaming at them to get out of the way. They just laughed. I ran back to the other end of the hall where the boys restroom was. I figured I could hide in there till everyone had to go to class. But some kids blocked it off, too. And everyone had their cell phones out capturing the whole thing.

“Finally, a teacher came out to see what all the noise was about. A female teacher, of course. Mrs. Tessman. One of MY teachers. She told everyone to get to class. No one did. There was no way they were going to miss the rest of the show. She took my arm and led me back to the gym door. I kept telling her the door wouldn’t open. She tried it anyway and found out I was right. She said, “That’s a fire hazard.” Like it wasn’t a naked boy hazard, too.

“More teachers had come out of their classrooms and started shooing everyone away. Besides the dozens and dozens of kids who saw me naked, about seven or eight teachers did, too. That’s a whole category of humiliation all by itself. Mrs. Tessman finally took me around to the outside gym door. She kept demanding I tell her who’d done this to me. Of course, I didn’t. That would be suicide. Nobody likes a snitch, anyway. She stood in front of the door, crossed her arms, and said she wasn’t moving till I gave her a name. There wasn’t anyone else around that side of the building. It’s just a big open field. But SHE was there. I was standing in front of her completely naked. And crying. And begging her to let me in. She finally gave up and let me through. Then I had to run across the gym through a weight conditioning class of boys AND girls to get to the boys locker room door.

“When I finally got inside, my clothes were gone. Of course. I searched all over. One of the boys coaches came in and helped me look. I finally had to sit in his office with a towel wrapped around me waiting for Mom to come bring me more clothes. She chewed me out right in front of Coach for not giving up the name. Coach looked like he couldn’t care less. Boys will be boys and all that.

“It was all a little more than what I’d intended. Actually, a LOT more. Way, WAY more. But it gives me a lot of jerk off inspiration. I wear out my wienie when I think about that one.”

“How do you get away with this stuff? I mean, that scenario actually involved teachers.”

“I didn’t get away with it completely. I got detention for not saying who did it to me. Detention. And I was the VICTIM. Well, I was my own victim, but they didn’t know that.”

Evan’s mood changed. “That was the worst one till now. Till YOU came along and showed everybody my butthole. That was BEYOND humiliating. WAY beyond.” His eyes filled with tears. “I…um… I need to jerk off.”

Marcy said, “You can wait. Use some self-control. That’s something you could use a LOT of. And I didn’t just ‘come along’. If you’ll recall, YOU asked me to help you out.”

“I know, I know. But you went overboard. That was EXTREME.”

“Don’t bitch to me about it to ME. You didn’t set any limits.”

Evan leaned his head on Marcy’s shoulder. “I know. I’m my own worst enemy. I just don’t know if this latest one is going to be worth all the jerking off I get out of it. I mean, all those videos. They’re WAY more explicit and embarrassing than any of the others. I mean… my BUTTHOLE.”

Evan looked up at Marcy. “What am I going to do tomorrow? And every day after that? This is going to be a nightmare. And nobody’s going to be brave enough to be my friend. They’ll be too scared they’ll end up with THEIR buttholes on everyone’s phones.”

Marcy said, “Don’t be too sure. I’ve decided I like these little exercises in humiliation. There’s three cute boys about your age who don’t know it yet, but they’re already on the menu. They’re too young for me to f… well, you know. But, with Blane and Dave’s help, I can have fun with them in other ways. I don’t think it’ll be much fun for the little cuties, though. THEY can be your friends. You can have your very own little victims club. Misery love company.”

Marcy put her arm around his bare shoulders and pulled him close. “And if all the taunts and teasing get to be too much, I’ll do what I can to help you out. You ARE my little brother.”

She meant it, too. She also meant to move forward with the other plans she’d already mapped out for him. And she was already coming up with new ideas for more.