By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions
of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
Parker’s Last Day
Parker Mintz had everything on his list
done except one item. The list had been initially created by his
parents, who were proud that he agreed to close out their old house. He
took the praise, but knew that was just a way for him to complete two
things he wanted.
Both were daring and dangerous. The first
one, physically dangerous. He’d left the note for Silas Ford
where he
knew the boy would see it as soon as he got home from his baseball
practice. The note was rude and vulgar, and was addressed to Silas
F(ucked)O(ver)R(etarded)D(ogshit).
He hated Silas with a
passion. But the boy was a year older and four years stronger. He never
could do anything but to submit to the boy until now. Silas had made
him pee his pants back in second grade; had stripped him to his briefs
in 5th grade (in front of a dozen girls!) and
completed the
job this year by holding him tight while his younger brother, another
asswipe of a kid, pulled his pants and briefs to his ankles, again,
with plenty of eager witnesses.
The last one was his alone.
Something he’d always wanted to try. Something scary and
daring.
Something that could be very embarrassing if it went wrong. And
he’d
always been too scared to do it. But today was the day. All the other
items on the list were done. He stepped out of the garage and looked
around, especially across the street. That was where Amelia Thatcher
lived.
He loathed her because she often teased him. His mother
said that probably meant she liked him. According to his mom, girls in
their early teens sometimes didn’t know how to approach a boy
they
liked and often turned to being mean or rude. He wasn’t so
sure that
was it.
But the street was empty and the blinds on the front
of her house were closed. It was now or never, for he really needed to
be on his bike and many blocks away before Silas got home and saw the
letter. He went back into the garage and closed the door.
He
stripped. Everything. Totally naked, even shoes and socks. Then, with
the garage door opener he was supposed to leave on the kitchen table in
his hand, he slowly built up enough courage to do it. He pushed his
wrists into the two slip knots on the fishing line that hung over the
track. He’d tested it a few times, and the sliding bar that
pulled the
garage door open cut the fishing line.
He pressed the button.
The door started up. He was scared, and pressed it again, making it
stop in place. But at this point, he was committed to completing the
act. He couldn’t get his hands free of the slip knots until
it opened
far enough to cut the line. That spot had been tested and marked. It
would be just before his nakedness would be visible to the outside
world. His plan was to let the door continue to rise while he hurried
into his clothes. He wouldn’t even bother with his
underpants; he could
pocket them and then get the hell out of town.
When he’d
planned it, he was worried that he might not be brave enough to let it
go all the way up. He knew he’d always call himself a coward
if that
happened. Thus, the slip knots. Once he put his wrists through them,
opening the door until the line was cut was the only way out.
He pressed the button on the remote and watched as the door reversed
and went down. As soon as it was on the bottom, he pressed the button
again. The door started rising. He watched, trying to be brave. But
moments before it would have cut the cord, he pressed the button. The
door stopped and he heard a click. Then he realized the light on the
motor had gone out. He pressed the button several times, but nothing
happened.
He tried not to panic. He needed to think. His legs,
and possibly his privates, were visible from the street. Someone would
come, only the likelihood of it being an adult was small. This was a
working neighborhood, and by this hour the adults would be at work. He
pressed the button a dozen more times. The only thing he could think of
was the up and stop and down and up and stop sequence had done
something to the motor. Or tripped the breaker. Maybe if he let it go
for a minute or two the motor would cool down and start working again.
Or so he prayed, for he had no other idea of how to get out of this jam.
He silently began counting, trying to make each number a second later
than the previous one. He went all the way to 120 and pushed the
button. Nothing happened. Panic was now setting in.
He was
naked. Totally naked, with his arms above his head. His dick was rising
and expanding. And he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Parker, are you in there?”
Shit, he thought to himself. It was Evelyn Thatcher, Amelia’s
younger
sister. She was twelve. He felt bile rise to his throat as he saw her
bend over and enter the garage.
“Damn!” she giggled. “You’re
naked.” She walked close to him, her eyes on his dick, which
was now
playing a silent drum solo matching the beating of his heart. She
pulled out a cell phone and took a picture before saying,
“Wait until
Amelia sees this.”
“No, wait,” he yelled, but Evelyn was
already outside the door. This was going to be a nightmare. But if his
mother was right, Amelia would help to get him free. She’d
see him
naked, there was no getting around that. And she’d probably
tease him a
bit. But if she really liked him, she’d do what was necessary
to free
him and allow him to dress.
As best he could guess, he hung
there for five agonizing minutes. Which meant another problem was at
hand. Silas Ford would be home soon and find the note. And if he was
still trapped naked when Silas got here, things would suddenly get a
lot worse.
He heard them before he could see them. Amelia for
sure, for he heard her mention that her sister better not be lying.
They ducked under the door and entered. Amelia and Silas, holding
hands. And they were not alone. Four more came in behind them. Three
girls, all from right on the block. Two his age, 13, and one a year
older. And Silas’ little brother, who Parker knew had just
finished 6th grade and might still be as young
as 11.
“Please don’t hurt me,” he said to Silas.
“Who me? Mr. Dogshit? Now why would you be worried about me
hurting
you? Especially after the accusations you made about me in the
wonderful letter you wrote while saying goodbye. I have it with me.
Should I read it to the girls?”
“No. Look, I was angry about stuff you did to me.
I’m sorry. Please untie my wrists and I’ll be out
of your hair for good.”
“Oh, there is a price to be paid before I’ll even
consider that. Let’s start by seeing how much money you
have.”
“I think there are two dollars in my pocket,”
Parker confessed as Silas
walked around behind him. The girls stayed in front, looking and
laughing as his dick continued to jump up and down.
“Two whole
dollars, wow. How will I ever decide where to spend it.”
Silas was
going through the pockets in Parker’s shorts and pulled out
the list.
“Now here is something interesting. It says here that you
were supposed
to complete, and I quote, “The Great Dare.” I
assume that is why you
tied yourself up naked. Am I right?”
“You did this to yourself?” Amelia teased.
“How were you supposed to get free?”
“The door. It was supposed to go all the way up. When the
thing in the
middle crosses the line, it cuts it.” Answering her question
was almost
as embarrassing as being caught like he was.
“Well, there
doesn’t seem to be much of any value in your pockets. What if
I put
your clothes in the house, untied your wrists and pushed you outside,
and then closed the garage door. That might make me feel better about
the letter you wrote.”
“No, please.” Parker was scared. He had
no idea what Silas wanted, but he knew the bully was fully capable of
doing what he had just threatened. In fact, Parker began to wonder why
he hadn’t already done it.
“He would have to run to the front door and enter the code,
but it would still be fun to watch,” Amelia joked.
“Tell her why that wouldn’t work,” Silas
ordered.
“I, uh, reset all the codes for the front door and the garage
door. It was on my list of things that had to be done.”
“Oh. So why can’t you enter the new code?”
“I, uh, don’t remember it. Unless I have the
note.” He looked to Silas, who shook his head.
“So if you get pushed outside and the garage door gets fixed
and
closed, you can’t get to your clothes,” Amelia
laughed. “What would you
do then?”
“I guess, go to Harper’s house next door. Her
parents have a spare key. But I can’t go there naked. Please
don’t make me.”
“Well, there is still a potential payment. I
wonder…” Silas looked at
his brother. “Do you have hair yet? Don’t answer,
show us.”
“Silas, no, please,” the younger boy pleaded. His
brother merely
laughed. “I hate you,” the boy said, but he
loosened his shorts and
pushed them and his boxers down to his knees.
He stood there, his face bright red, until Silas made a motion
indicating he could pull them up.
“Are you willing to ask these girls to make you look like
him?” Silas had returned to facing Parker.
“I guess.” Parker’s voice broke as he
responded. He didn’t have much of
an idea what he was agreeing to. But he needed to be set free and
allowed to get dressed, so he had to grasp at any deal offered to him.
“That, and an hour or two to let more girls see you
afterward. That
will earn you some clothing. Maybe all. Peter, if you were like me,
what else would you expect him to do?”
His brother was caught completely off guard by the question.
“Uh, I dunno. Blowjobs?”
“You want a blowjob? From Parker Mintz? He’s a year
and a half older
than you. Let’s find out if he’s willing to let you
torment him. Ask
him if he’ll give you one.”
Peter’s eyes got big. “Will you give me a
blowjob?” he asked Parker.
Parker had to get this over with. Once he was dressed and out of here,
he wouldn’t see any of them again. He’d be in a
totally different
school system. “Yeah,” he offered.
“He agreed to that awfully quickly,” Silas prodded.
“Maybe Sam Cromwell would like one too. Ask him.”
“Will you give one to me and Sam?” the boy asked.
Parker had to take a stand or this would go on forever.
“Okay, you and
Sam. But that’s it.” He tried to sound confident,
but his knees were
shaky and his voice breaking. And still, his dick continued jerking. He
knew Sam Cromwell lived three doors down and was twelve. And that he
had an older brother named Will who had also picked on him in school.
He could only hope that…
“Go and get Sam, and ask if Will
wants to come along and watch. Maybe Parker will offer him one
too.”
Silas turned to Amelia. “Do you have stuff to shave our
little friend
here?”
“Sure. But I’d kind of like to watch. Especially if
Parker wants his clothes bad enough to give Will Cromwell a blowjob
too.”
“Sorry, but I think just us boys for that. Go and get your
stuff. Maybe
the younger boys won’t mind if you and your friends watch
them get
sucked. We’ll give Parker time to think about it while he
gets his hair
removed. I think I see some in his armpits too, so maybe they also will
need some attention.”
As the girls ran off, Silas pulled the
letter Parker had left him. “You know, some of what you said
in here
was fair, but a lot was just to piss me off. I feel like I’m
letting
you off easy. I could have asked you to blow me and a couple of my
friends. But you are going to spend a few hours outside, and I am going
to make sure that as many girls around here who want to see you get to.
Don’t say or do anything to piss me off and you will be
wearing
clothing when you go.”
“Um, thanks,” was all Parker could think to say.
The girls were back quickly, and Silas warned him to not cover up while
he loosened the slip knots on his wrists. “Give me the
opener,” he
said. “Go out back with the girls.”
The backyard had a little
privacy, but the girls who lived in the three houses around his were
all here now, so that left just brothers or parents, and he hoped that
none of them would get involved. His dick was still demanding attention.
“Don’t grab his dick,” Amelia said to the
youngest of the girls. “He’ll
shoot if you do, and there is no reason to let him get any enjoyment
from this at all. Tie the string we brought with a slip knot just
behind the pink head and you can hold it up and around while we shave
him.”
Seconds later, Parker had a girl pulling gently on a
string that was tied to his dick. Cold shaving cream was applied to his
groin and ball sack, and moments later he felt the razors wielded by
Amelia and another girl his age. When they needed his dick moved up or
to the sides, the girl with the string took care of it. It was the most
demeaning thing that had ever happened to him. When finished, they left
the string attached and told him not to remove it until he was told he
could.
As Peter returned with the Cromwell brothers, another
four girls were with them. They all ooed and awed the naked and now
hairless boy for several minutes until Silas told them he needed Parker
and the boys inside for a few minutes.
Peter dared to tell
Parker that Will wanted one too. He was happy his brother
didn’t react
to the statement. The Cromwell boys were all smiles, as was he. They
did rock-paper-scissors to determine the order and Will got first place.
He showed some hesitation and embarrassment as he exposed his dick, but
once out, he quickly got it hard. At over four inches, Parker was sure
it was a little bigger than his own. And the amount of hair and the
size of his balls showed that he certainly was not going to be firing
blanks.
“First time giving?” Will asked. Parker nodded.
“Just
don’t let your teeth touch it. I’ve never had one,
but I know a boy who
did. I’m pretty close to shooting already, so it
shouldn’t take long.”
With that, he stood in front of Parker, who dropped to his knees. He
started with just the pink head, but after a few seconds Sam used his
hands to pull Parker forward, forcing his dick further into the
boy’s
mouth.
It was a learning experience for both of them, and it
took longer than either expected, but after about three minutes, Will
fired four bursts of salty cum and then let go of Parker’s
head.
Peter was next. He wasn’t quite as shy about taking his pants
off in
front of the other guys as he had been in front of the girls. And his
orgasm came quickly and without anything for Parker to swallow.
The same could not be said for Sam. Although his equipment looked about
the same as Peter’s, he did actually shoot a few bursts of
watery cum.
Then it was back to the back yard, but once there Silas took him back
to the garage.
“I reset the breaker for the opening and it works
now,” he said as he again secured Parker’s wrists
to the fishing line.
“I will trust you with this, but do not use it until my
brother gives
you permission.” He then grabbed Parker’s shirt and
tied it around his
eyes. “You’ll never know how many or who sees you.
Have a nice day.”
Silas told his brother to step out of the garage where he gave his
brother instructions and a warning of what would happen if he got it
wrong.
Over what Parker guessed was the next four hours, he
constantly heard giggles and laughter. Several times hands reached out
to feel his now hairless groin or to touch his dick. He managed to cum
four times, but each of them was more frustrating than relaxing as the
hand causing it let go of his dick the moment the first burst started
and he didn’t get the wonderful feeling that came from a full
release.
Then he could feel something being pushed into his right hand. He
realized it was the remote control for the garage door and found the
button by feel and pressed it. He could hear the door moving, and he
hoped it was up.
A second later, his wrists were no longer
tied above his head. He quickly pulled off the shirt that covered his
face and saw that as many as 20 kids, mostly girls, were in the
driveway watching.
His briefs were gone, but his shorts were
there. He quickly dressed. He went inside to leave the opener on the
counter and then outside where he used the coded entry device to close
the garage door behind him.
He got on his bike and began the
hour-long ride to his new home, glad to be finally dressed and away
from all the girls who had seen him naked.
He got home, tired
and sweaty, and in need of some relief using his right hand. But there
were two girls in the driveway as he pulled in.
“Hi Parker,
I’m Hazel Adler, and this is my sister Nora and my best
friend Eve. I
live next door, and Eve across the street. Why don’t you come
to my
house for a few minutes.”
“I, uh, I need to pee,” he lied, not wanting to
meet his new neighbors just then.
“Oh, you can do that at my house,” Hazel said.
“I think you really need
to come with us now. Or we may not give you permission to remove that
string tied to your dick for a week or two. And if my cousin found out
you removed it without permission, he’d be very pissed. I
think you
know him – Silas Ford.”
“No! No way,” he said, the fear obvious from his
voice.
“I think you called him Fucked Over Retarded Dogshit. Which
he is, but
he wants to know just how badly you want that string removed. So, are
you coming with us now, or do you want to think about it for a few
days?”
A knot was forming in the pit of his stomach as he followed the three
giggling girls to the house next door.
“Okay, show us,” Hazel said once in the house.
“Start with your shoes
and socks, then your shirt. We’ll save the interesting parts
until
last.”
Feeling trapped, he did as they told him to do. In a minute he was
barefoot and naked to the waist.
“I want to do the next part,” Eve said. She
didn’t wait for her sister
to answer but stepped forward and pushed Parker’s hands away
from the
top of his shorts. She unfastened them and pulled the zipper down.
“Hey, he’s naked underneath. He isn’t
wearing underpants.” She yanked the shorts down and told him
to step out of them.
“Hands in the air,” Hazel demanded. Parker
complied. “I thought those
things were bigger. Is your thing small for a boy of
thirteen?”
“I guess some are bigger and some smaller. I think mine is
about normal.”
“Well, we will certainly look for some data or graphs to
support that,” Eve said. “Now turn around and show
us your butt.”
“Bubble butt, I knew it,” Hazel commented.
“Bend over and touch your
toes, we want to see all of you.” He did, but it
didn’t give her the
view she wanted. “Spread your legs as far apart as you
can,” she added.
As soon as he did, the girls laughed even louder. “I always
wondered what an asshole really looked like,” Eve announced.
“Okay, stand up and turn around.” Hazel waited
until he was facing them.
“Here’s the deal. In order for me to allow you to
take that string off
now, you have to promise me you’ll do something easy. The
next time
your parents are both gone, you will play the little game you were
playing when Silas caught you. You will let me know when, and you will
not get freed until I’m satisfied that enough girls saw
you.”
Parker couldn’t start the school year at his new school after
being
seen totally naked, and now hairless. He’d only convinced
himself to do
the dare because he thought anyone who saw him would never see him
again. He had kind of hoped Amelia would see him. But now---
“If you don’t like that one, I’ll let you
make my brother very happy,” Hazel continued.
“No. I’m not doing that!” Parker said,
using the last of his courage.
“Doing what? I haven’t even told you yet.”
“Have you ever given a blowjob?” Eve suddenly
questioned. She held her finger up when Hazel started to say something.
Parker thought about lying, but the question was too specific to have
just been thought up.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Speak up, and look at us. How many have you given, and to
whom?”
“Yeah,” he repeated. He felt tears forming in his
eyes. “Three of them.
One to her cousin, Silas’ little brother. And
Peter’s friend and his
brother.”
Eve turned to Hazel. “He thought you’re going to
make him give a blowjob to Steve and Fred. And it isn’t a
horrible idea.”
“No, I’m not going to reward my stupid brother like
that. If he wants
one, he’ll have to earn it himself.” Hazel turned
to Parker. “What I
was about to say, before you rudely interrupted me, was that you can
let Steve and a couple of his friends pants you in the park on
Saturday, which is the last Saturday before school starts. That always
brings a big crowd out. You can pretend to try and stop him, but you
will let him succeed.”
She paused, studying the naked boy in
front of her. She saw his erection begin bobbing up and down, and
wondered if it was because he wanted to be pantsed in the park.
“Or, you can just keep wearing the string. However,
I’ll have to check
at least once per day to make sure it is still there. You need to
decide now. If you’re still wearing it and someone finds out,
you’ll
have to have a reason why.”
“And then you’ll leave me alone?” Parker
asked hopefully.
She laughed. “No, probably not. But I already have my
favorite boys,
and they take up a lot of my spare time. You’d only fall
under my gaze
on small occasions. I’d probably want you at my birthday
party. I like
having naked boys there, and you wouldn’t be the only one.
And of
course, you will invite me to your parties. I’ll be the one
to give you
your birthday spankings. As long as you are nice, especially to me,
I’ll mostly leave you alone. But do something to draw my
attention and
you’ll find out I can be a lot more creative than my
cousin.”
He could refuse. Tell his parents. Perhaps that would work. Or, it
might make it a lot worse. This was a much smaller town and was
surrounded by fields and woods. Plenty of places for him to get caught.
And nobody likes a tattler. He’d be on his own, few if any
friends
would support him.
“My parents leave for work just before 9 in the morning. I
could do the it tomorrow at ten.”
“Okay. I was hoping you’d agree. Don’t
disappoint me. You can remove the string. I’m giving you
permission.”
Right after his parents left, Parker tested the fishing line. The
opener was a different kind, but it worked the same. And as it rose, it
split the fishing line without dragging it along. Just to be sure, he
tested it again and got the same result. It was nearly time. He hated
doing it. Actually, he had an erection. The part where the door slowly
opened was the dream he’d jacked off to several times. It was
the part
where he knew he was going to get caught by girls that he hated.
“How come you aren’t naked?” Hazel asked
as she ducked under the
partially opened garage door. “I saw the door going up and
down.”
“I was testing it to make sure it would work.”
“Well, hopefully it does, because it is time for your big
show. Get
undressed. And don’t leave your clothes right behind you, put
them on
the bench over there.” She pointed to the far side. It would
leave him
about as far from his clothes as he could get and still have them
inside.
He hesitated as she stood there staring at him, but
realized that she wasn’t going to go away. He removed his
shirt and
started on his shoes.
“Just kick them off. The girls I invited to my house will be
there soon, and I want you ready before I go back home.”
He did as she demanded and then removed his socks. Finally, his shorts.
She laughed as she saw he still wore briefs. As he stepped out of them,
she gathered everything up and piled it on the work bench.
“How does it work?” she asked.
“I put my hands through these slip knots and press this
button. If the
door goes up all the way it will cut the fishing line. When Silas
caught me, I chickened out and pressed the button too many times and it
caused the breaker to trip.”
“We can’t hope that happens, so
when it is almost ready to cut the line, stop it. What you’ll
say if
anyone asks is that you dropped the button thing you have and it landed
so that it caused the door to stop. Do it now, only stop it and hand it
to me. I’ll make sure it lands softly on the floor.”
He felt
the sense of excitement and fear both rising along with the garage
door. This time, he’d put the fishing line too far back. The
door was
open too high. He stopped it and was about to lower it when she took it
from his hands.
“Why were you going to lower it?” she asked.
“I thought we had a deal. Unless you’ve changed
your mind and want to
get stripped by younger boys in the park on Saturday.”
“No, the door is open too far. People walking by can see me.
That I’m naked.”
“That’s what we want, silly.” Hazel
placed the hand-held on the floor several feet away from him.
“I’ll be back in an hour or so with a bunch of my
friends. Until then, have fun.”
“An hour? No, people will see me. They could do
anything.”
But she had already left, laughing as she ran to her house. His dick
stood straight and proud, twitching like crazy. In addition to that, he
felt sick. He was exposed. And he didn’t know anyone except
her. Little
kids going past would see him. They might even hurt him. And there was
nothing he could do.
Ten minutes later, two boys entered. They laughed, and asked him who
did it to him.
“I, uh, did it myself,” he said.
“Bullshit. Nobody’s that dumb. I’ll bet
my sister did it. I’m Steve,
and this is Fred. I live next door, and he lives behind me. Did a girl
named Hazel do this?”
“No,” he lied. He had to play the part
and hope Hazel’s brother didn’t ruin her show.
“Could you please hand
me the remote? I dropped it and it landed on the button. The door was
supposed to open all the way. Another 6 inches and it would have cut
the fishing line. It was a kind of dare. Once my arms were free,
I’d
have to run and get dressed hoping to not get seen.”
“You messed up, dude,” Fred said. “How
old are you? I thought I heard that the kid who moved into this house
was a teenager.”
“I’m thirteen. I turn fourteen in four
months.”
“You don’t even have hair yet. Something here
isn’t adding up right.”
Steve went over to where the clothes were piled on the workbench.
“Maybe we should toss the clothes into the house and lock all
the
doors. Can you imagine being trapped like that all day? What would your
mom say if she came home and found you with a boner and tied to the
opener rail?”
Just then, his two sisters entered along with Eve and a dozen other
girls.
“What did you do,” Hazel asked her brother.
“Boy, are you in big trouble for this.”
“I didn’t do nothing. He said he did it to himself.
The door was
supposed to open all the way and cut the cord, but he dropped the thing
over there and it stopped.” Steve looked at Parker.
“Tell her we had
nothing to do with it. We were about to set you free.”
“Bullshit. I heard you talking about locking him out here
naked, so
don’t lie to me. You and Fred would be the last two people to
ever help
anyone.” Hazel turned to Parker. “Did they tie you
up like that?”
Parker saw her shake her head slightly. Not enough to draw
anyone’s
attention, but enough for him to know how she wanted him to respond.
“I, uh, it was a crazy idea. The streets were empty, and I
was just
bored. I was only going to be exposed for just a few seconds. But I got
scared and dropped the remote. Then the door stopped. Please untie
me.”
“See?” her brother began. “Like I said, I
didn’t do nothing. He did it
to himself. He even must have shaved off his pubes because he says
he’s
almost fourteen. Even I have pubes, he doesn’t.”
“I don’t believe either one of you. I think you
probably scared him so much that he’s afraid to tell the
truth.”
“I’d like to see if Steve is lying about having
hair,” Nora said. “He’s
still twelve. And last year I saw Nelson Keeler naked, and he
didn’t
have any hair.”
Hazel smiled. “I think that’s a good
idea.”
She turned to her brother. “Show us. If you told the truth,
you can
leave with your clothes. If you are lying, well, there will be a price
to be paid.”
“I’m not going to strip with all these girls
watching,” Steve said. But his face showed his fear.
“I think if I asked these girls to strip you, at least half
of them
would be happy to do it. And they might accidently rip your clothes to
shreds. Do you want to take them off, or should I ask my friends to do
it for you?”
While talking, another four girls had arrived,
including two that were Steve’s age. But he knew that tone
from his
sister. She wasn’t messing around. She might get punished,
but he had
no doubt that his day would be a lot worse than the poor kid
he’d found
in the garage. He stripped. They even made him take off his shoes and
socks.
“Stand next to this one so we can compare,” Hazel
ordered. “Girls, get a good look. See if it looks like my
brother has
any pubes or not.”
“I do,” he pleaded. He grabbed a couple of the
short hairs. “See? I didn’t lie.”
“Move your hands or we’ll tie you up next to the
boy you were tormenting,” Hazel said.
Scared of his sister, he put his hands to his sides as most of the
roughly twenty girls came up close to look and laugh at him. Especially
the two that were his age.
“It’s a close call,” Eve said once
every girl had gotten a good look at the younger boy. “But I
think he
does have pubic hair, and this boy here does not.”
“Then take your clothes out with you and leave,”
Hazel demanded. “And don’t say a word about this or
you’ll regret it.”
The naked twelve-year-old gathered his clothes and pushed his way
through the circling girls. Most of them noticed that he had a few
tears running down his cheeks.
“Now, as to you,” Hazel said,
turning her attention back to Parker. “Did you lie because
you were
scared of my brother? Did he do this to you?” She was
directly in front
of his face and again, ever so slightly she shook her head once.
“No. I, uh, did it to myself. Can you untie me?
Please?”
“So, you wanted us to see you?”
“No. I didn’t want anyone to see me. It was a
stupid idea.”
“Then I guess this is probably the worst moment of your
life,” Hazel
said. “All these girls, and you’re tied up naked.
Your dick is jerking
around, so at least part of your tiny brain is enjoying itself. But
tell me something. My brother is right, you should have pubic hair. Why
don’t you?”
“My old neighborhood. Before I left the last time. Some girls
shaved me.”
“Girls? Did you ask them to do it? Or did they tie you
up?”
He had no idea what to say. What she wanted him to say. “I,
uh, I was, I mean, they tied me and stripped me and did it.”
“How many girls?” one girl asked. Another asked how
old they were.
“Three. Two of them my age and one was twelve.”
Loud laughter erupted from all around him.
“We should repeat it,” one of the younger girls
said. “Just before
school starts. And then pants him so that everyone can see
he’s bald
down there.” Several of the girls expressed their agreement.
“Well, I’m not saying yes or no to that, I leave
such dirty work up to
you. I don’t want any part of it. But I think my brother
would be more
than happy to make sure that everyone got to see him in the park on the
last Saturday before school. Just make sure you understand how much
trouble you could all get into if the wrong people found out.”
Hazel turned back to Parker. “Well, I just saw your garage
door
partially opened and wondered if something had gone wrong. Now that I
can see it was just a game you wanted to play, I’ll be
heading back
home. If these girls don’t release you, I’ll come
back over in a few
hours and take care of it. It was nice meeting you.”
Without another word, she left. Eve left with her, but her sister
stayed behind.
“I’ll bet we can find some shaving stuff in his
parent’s bathroom,”
Nora said. “Not that there is anything to shave
off.” She ran a hand
over his groin. “Nope, smooth as a baby.”
Over the next
fifteen minutes, the girls left in groups. All of them also touched his
groin. And a few, mostly the younger ones, grabbed his dick. He was
made to shoot twice. Then it was just him and Nora.
“This was
a lot of fun,” she said. “I hope they ask Steve to
strip you in the
park. He’d enjoy it a lot. But I guess I have to do
this.” She picked
up the remote and pressed the button. The door started to go down, but
she pressed it again and it reversed. Thirty seconds later, Parker was
in his room, jacking off. And dreading what he guessed was likely to
happen next Saturday.
And if it did, he wouldn’t be able to
blame Hazel, or even her sister. Blaming Steve would probably backfire
on him. He made the decision to just let it happen and get it over with.
He hung out around the house the rest of the week. The fear of meeting
one of the girls who had seen him naked was too much to risk. But on
Friday, the doorbell rang. He answered it, but nobody was there. He was
about to go back inside when he saw a piece of paper partially under
the doormat. He picked it up. Written in pencil was a note warning him
to be in the park tomorrow at noon or else. He had no idea what
‘or
else’ might mean, and he didn’t want to find out.
He arrived a
few minutes before noon just to make sure he wasn’t late. The
park was
jammed with preteens and teenagers, boys and girls. He guessed close to
a hundred, all within two years of his age.
He stayed on the
edge, not wanting whatever was going to happen be done in the center of
the mass of kids. He faced them, and none seemed to really notice him.
But facing them was probably an error, for he didn’t know
about the
three boys coming up behind him until his arms were grabbed by two of
them while one reached around him and undid his shorts. A second later,
they were joined at his ankle by his underpants.
Now the kids in the center of the park noticed him and began shouting,
cheering, and laughing as they made their way to him.
Steve Adler stepped around to the front and stood on the clothes
gathered around Parker’s ankles.
“I’m going to stand here until you punch me. And if
you punch me, you’d
better knock me out or I will take your clothes and leave. Take your
shirt off.”
They stood there for five seconds. Boys in the
crowd around them were yelling for each of them to do something. Girls
were laughing at how small and hairless the new kid was.
Parker’s dick, rather than rising to the occasion, decided to
try and
hide. It got as small as it could get, and he thought he could feel his
balls retracting as well. But apparently not far enough, as Steve
reached out and gripped his sack.
“Take the shirt off or I squeeze,” he ordered.
Not wanting pain to be added to his total humiliation, Parker pulled
his shirt off over his head and dropped it on the ground. Now he was
naked, from head to ankles. Steve still stood on his clothes, but at
least he released his grip on Parker’s ball sack.
It lasted
nearly another minute before a boy stepped forward and physically
picked Steve up and put him down a foot away. “Go home.
Don’t say
anything, don’t make a gesture, just leave. Or you will be
the one
going home naked.”
At first, Parker thought the words were for
him, but then he saw Steve and his two friends turn and leave. The boy
who had said it turned to him.
“Pull them up and put on your
shirt. You can leave if you want, but you might as well stay and meet
some of the kids you’ll be going to school with.
I’m Russ Middleton.
And last year I stood here just as naked as you are.”
The boy stood there as Parker quickly pulled up his pants and then put
his shirt on. Only then did Russ hold out his hand.
“Uh, thanks,” Parker said as he shook hands.
“I really should get going I think.”
“Nonsense, a girl next to him said. “We saw you
naked. You can’t undo
that. We see a boy naked every year. I’m Sam, as in Samantha.
You’re
going to be going into ninth grade, right? We’ll be
classmates.”
Another girl approached from the other side. “I’m
Jen. And I’m guessing
the lack of pubic hair is due to Hazel. At least she sent Russ to stop
her brother from leaving with your clothes. Like Sam said, you may as
well stay. It will be less embarrassing the first day at school if you
stay and get to know a bunch of us. And in case you’re
worried, a very
strict rule is that no pictures are to be taken. All we have now is the
memory of you.”
They were gently pulling him into the mix of
kids. He knew he could pull away; they weren’t forcing him to
go with
them. But he believed that Jen was right. Talking to them now, meeting
them today would be better than having to face them on Monday in school.
And as he met more and more kids, none of whom made fun of him, he
began to relax. He learned that Hazel was the school bully, and had
muscle to back her up when needed. But unlike his former bully
– Silas
– she didn’t constantly pick on kids. She liked to
spread out her fun
to lots of boys and even a few unlucky girls.
“If you had
punched Steve, she might have let him take your clothes,”
Russ told
him. “I was naked here last year. And not by her brother. She
made it
very clear to me that I was to spend an hour in the nude or
she’d find
a worse way for me to be miserable. And she is very creative. I
believed her enough to strip naked.”
“And when the hour was
up, your clothes were right where you left them,” Jen added.
“Nobody
dared touch them, let alone hide them. There are rules to her
madness.”
As the year progressed, he made many new friends. He was invited to
Hazel’s next birthday, where he and three other boys had to
sing happy
birthday to her while naked. And on his birthday, she managed to get
him alone and gave him the required 14 plus 1 to grow on swats to his
bare but with her hand. They were mere slaps and didn’t hurt,
but
still, it was witnessed by many other kids.
But he was also
the witness to other boys she caused to be naked in public. None put up
a fight, and they were not hurt or threatened in any way. It was still
a bully being a bully, but it was a great deal better than what Silas
had put him through.
The End (Sorry, no sequels are planned or
likely. Feel free to write your own, I’d enjoy reading them.
All I ask
is that you reference this story in yours.)