By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions
of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal
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and must be included.
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.
Author’s Note: This story was previously published on a
different site that no longer exists. Other than correcting a few typos
from the story I originally published, this is identical.
“Just what the hell do you think you are doing?”
Arnie Benson turned. He wondered where the hell Diana Caulfield had come from. And just how much trouble he was in.
“You were peaking in my sister’s room, weren’t you!”
The yelling had attracted Olivia Caulfield’s attention. After wrapping
a towel around her upper body, she pulled up the blinds and opened the
window. “What is he doing here?” the thirteen-year-old demanded.
“He was looking in your window. Your blinds were up an inch or so from
the bottom. Did he see you?” Diana turned suddenly as she saw the boy
take a step. “Don’t you dare move,” she ordered. “You’re on your way to
big time trouble. What did you see?”
Arnie was scared. Diana
did that to boys. She could be quite cruel and mean. He’d heard she had
a title: Queen of Humiliations. And he’d been caught red-handed trying
to get a peek at her younger sister. “I, uh, nothing.” He saw the doubt
on Diana’s face. “A little. Just a quick glimpse of one of her tit, uh
breasts. I hardly even had time to focus.”
“Were you covered below?” she asked her sister.
“Yeah, fortunately. But if you hadn’t showed up when you did it would
have been different. I was about to remove the towel and get ready for
bed. Should I call 911 and report him as a peeping tom?”
“You could,” Diana reasoned.
“No, please, I hardly saw anything,” Arnie pleaded. An arrest would
ruin his hopes for a major college scholarship in three years.
“You want to see him topless?” Diana didn’t wait for a response. “Take your shirt off.”
Embarrassed, he did it. Anything to keep from having Olivia call the police.
“Shit, you’re a sophomore, right?” Oliva asked. “Raise your arms.” The
boy did as she ordered. “He doesn’t even have any pit hair yet. He’s
just a little boy.”
“I skipped fourth grade,” he submitted. “I’m only fourteen, but I am in tenth grade.”
Diana had an idea. One she had been meaning to do to someone deserving
for a year or so. But her reputation kept most boys from doing anything
stupid around her.
“I suppose you’d rather not have us tell
everyone in school that you are a weirdo who gets off looking at
younger girl’s chests. What will you do to keep that our little secret?
And for us to not call the cops?”
“Anything, please.” He felt
horrible, but he had to keep this quiet. He was already a bit of an
outcast. He wasn’t sure what would happen if other kids found out he’d
been trying to see Olivia Caulfield naked, but he was sure it wouldn’t
improve his status, especially around girls. He unbuckled his belt. “Do
you want to, uh, see me?”
“Oh hell yes,” Olivia said. “Take them off.”
“No,” her sister countered. “Put your shirt back on. Here is what you
are going to do.” She pulled the boy under the window so Olivia could
hear it all. She gave him a series of instructions, happy to see the
fear in the boy’s eyes. It was a look she’d seen in other boys in other
times. And one she enjoyed causing.
“You have to make a choice
right now. Do what I just outlined, exactly as I stated it, or we start
by calling 911. And if you fail to complete the task, well, you’d
better find some other place to live, because your life here will be
ruined forever.”
It was horrible. Nothing could possibly be
worse than following her instructions. Except being arrested. Having
every kid in school knowing what he’d been arrested for. His family’s
shame and anger directed at him.
“Well?” Diana questioned when
he didn’t say anything. “Do I tell Olivia to make the call right now,
or do you want to keep what almost happened here tonight between the
three of us?”
“I, uh, want to keep it between us, but can’t I …”
“No, you can’t change anything. You do it exactly the way I stated or
it doesn’t count.” She knew how hard this had to be for the boy.
Stripping him in public would be fun. But she’d done that three times
already. Making a boy strip himself, making him dependent on her
afterward, that was going to be so much better.
“I, uh, damn.” He paused. “Okay, like you said, but you two need to keep it …”
“Are you saying we might not keep our end of the bargain? Do you think we’re a couple of cheats?”
“No, I just wanted to be sure,” he pleaded. “I mean, it’s a uh, it will be, uh …”
“Embarrassing,” Olivia smiled. “Just like it would have been for me if
my sister hadn’t caught you. We are trusting you to do it all. I don’t
think you want to find out how much worse things can get if you try and
backout of a deal with her.”
Arnie hardly slept that night,
thinking about the plan. He hoped he was brave enough to do it. He knew
that Diana wouldn’t hesitate for a second to completely destroy his
little world.
The next day, after school, he got all the
materials he would need. The following day, Saturday, he’d be in the
park at 9:00 a.m. Or else.
That night, he did some of the
preps. He didn’t have a lot of hair down below, but the chemical he’d
bought took care of what little he did have. Same with his armpits,
which had even less to start with.
Saturday morning, he pulled
out an old pair of briefs. He used a permanent marker to put his name
on the outside of the elastic band, and put them one. Then shorts, a
pull-over shirt, socks and shoes. He left early, hoping to be able to
stage himself before other kids showed up. He had to assume that the
Caulfield sisters had invited their friends.
Getting there
early didn’t help. A score or more of kids were already there,
including Diana and Olivia. Shaking, he was committed to doing it. He
started by clipping the handcuffs to two crossbars of the playground
monkey bars. Then he pulled his shirt up to his neck, with his arms out
of the sleeves. He hesitated, but a look from Diana made him continue.
Kids moved closer, eager to see what this was all about. He unsnapped
his shorts and let them fall to his ankles.
Laughter came
from the audience. Kids started asking why he was doing this. And if he
was going to remove everything. Arnie did his best to ignore them. He
pushed the briefs down on top of his shorts. And then, as the ultimate
humiliation, he called on a sixth-grader, Luca McBride, to come and do
the crowning act. He had once made fun of Luca’s Halloween costume. Now
the boy was eager to be given the only chance for revenge he was likely
to ever get.
The boy, who he had called the night before,
proudly stepped up and snapped each of the open cuffs from the two
pairs of handcuffs over his wrists. As the kids gathered around
laughing, he pulled the keys from the lock and hung them around Arnie’s
neck. Then he turned and took a bow.
Arnie was now naked from
his neck to his ankles, with his arms pulled out to the sides and
raised slightly. He now sported an erection. Fear had not kept it from
rising.
“He’s a baldy,” a ninth grader yelled. “With a tiny little dick.”
The baldy part was accurate, the chemical he had used the night before
had seen to that. But tiny dick was unfair. He knew he was just
slightly below the peak of the age curve for penis length. But how
could he possibly defend himself as he stood there naked in front of
dozens of his peers, with more still arriving.
Olivia stepped
forward. “I want those,” she said as she pointed to his briefs. “You
will not wear underpants again until you remove these from where I hang
them.” She turned to the boys in the crowd. “Just think how
embarrassing it must be when you guys pants a boy. Think of how much
worse it would be if that boy wasn’t wearing underpants.”
Arnie knew the next few days were going to suck. He was sure to get
pantsed on a regular basis. Something that only freshmen were supposed
to endure. He was a sophomore.
“Lift,” Olivia ordered as she
touched his right leg. He complied, and she removed the shorts and
briefs from over his shoe. Then she repeated the process with his left
leg before discarding the shorts and showing his briefs to the crowd,
with his name clearly visible on the waistband. But she wasn’t done
with him. “Until you have these back, you will do nothing to prevent
kids from having fun depantsing you. No belts, no tight pants. Wear
loose shorts that can slip over your hips.”
“I think I’ll
claim these,” Luca McBride declared as he picked up the shorts. “If you
figure out how to get someone to unlock the handcuffs, you and I can
talk about getting them back. Or you can just go home naked.” He looked
at Arnie and saw the shirt. “Oh, I almost missed that.” He reached up
and pulled the shirt over Arnie’s head.
Not that it mattered
now, but it was sure to in the next hour or so. The only change for now
was that he was naked from the top of his socks upwards. And the
realization that Diana hadn’t given him any instructions on how to get
free. He assumed she would take care of that. If it was to be up to him
to figure it out, he thought this might be a much longer day than he
had anticipated.
“Do you cum yet?” Luca suddenly asked.
Arnie was surprised the eleven-year-old even knew anything about that.
He hadn’t back when he was in sixth grade. “Yes,” he replied. “I’m
fourteen.”
“Well, we’ll see. I cum too. Do you believe that?”
“I guess,” Arnie lied. No way did a kid that age shoot.
“You don’t sound like you believe me,” the kid continued. “Are you sure
you want to stick with the answer you gave? Or would you rather demand
some proof that I’m not lying?”
Arnie realized the boy really
wanted him to not believe, but he couldn’t figure out why. This whole
thing was strange. Clearly this had been set up by Diana and-or Olivia.
“You can prove it if you want,” he stated, taking a middle ground.
“We’ll see. But first, I’m going to demand that you prove you can. You
said you were fourteen, like that means anything. But you look younger
than me. Are you right- or left-handed?”
Arnie was not liking where this was going. “Right,” he stated.
“Then I’m going to release your left hand. If you reach for anything
except your tiny dick, I will kick you in the balls. You will have
three minutes to prove you can cum. It’s a condition for your release.”
Luca pulled one of the two keys from around Arnie’s neck and tried it
on the handcuff to his left. It worked, and as the teen reached for his
dick, he pocketed the key and then stepped aside so that he wasn’t
blocking anyone’s view.
Girls gasped and giggled. Boys cheered
and laughed. Arnie couldn’t ignore them. He was stroking his dick, but
it wasn’t working. In fact, the opposite was happening. As more kids
crowded in, especially girls from his grade, his dick began to soften.
“Time’s up,” Luca said after about three minutes. “I’ll give you more
time if you’ll call on three girls to come up and give you a spanking
for failing.”
Arnie suddenly realized the trap he was in. He
couldn’t fake it. In order to shoot, he would have to somehow get
really turned on. To do that in front of a mixed group of boys and
girls just because Luca was making him do it might be impossible. But
the boy said it was a condition for his release.
“I’ll pick the girls if you don’t,” Luca warned.
Younger, and smaller girls who couldn’t hit as hard was Arnie’s choice. He picked the smallest three he could see.
“Ten smacks each,” Luca instructed. Olivia told him to invite a few
girls from sixth grade because of this, and he knew he’d be a hero to
them. They eagerly stepped forward, each trying to be the first one.
They didn’t hold back, and after the first girl was done, Arnie’s
cheeks were burning. Those on his face because of the humiliation of
being spanked by a girl 3 years younger than him. And those on his ass
because she hit hard.
“Thank her,” Luca ordered.
Another humiliation. The second girl didn’t hit quite as hard, but it
didn’t matter, the ten strokes nearly brought tears to his eyes. Arnie
thanked her without being ordered to. Before the last girl reached her
fifth stroke, he was dancing around, bound to the monkey bars by his
left arm. The girls got a big cheer as she finished.
“I’ll double the time,” Luca said. “You now have six minutes to prove you can cum or you’ll have to choose three more girls.”
Arnie used his free hand to wipe snot and tears from his face. This was
worse than his worst nightmare. If he was to get free, he had to find a
way to cum. In order to do that, he would have to want it. He had to
get into the comfort region he normally was in when in bed, alone. With
an audience that now numbered in the mid-twenties, he had to somehow
want to let them see him shoot. He closed his eyes and tried to calm
himself. He thought about what he’d seen two nights ago. Not one brief
look at Olivia’s tit, he’d actually seen both of them. Clear, and for
several seconds. He could estimate the size. The large pick circle
around each nipple. His hope that she would drop the towel.
It
was working! He was hard again. He worked to keep focused. To try and
ignore the laughter, cheers, and comments coming from in front of him.
Especially the memory that this all had started with Diana yelling
“Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” moments before her
sister was about to show her slit. He managed to bury that and instead
focused on a fantasy. That he was back at her window, jacking off as
she danced inside her bedroom, totally naked and unaware he was there.
Before he was even aware it was starting, his first burst shot out of
his dick. It ruined the dream state he was in and left him suddenly
aware that he was jacking off in front of dozens of kids. But he
managed three more bursts before all desire melted away again. He
opened his eyes.
Strange. Not a single person had a cell phone
out. He would have bet that videos of his performance would have gotten
to everyone in school, yet nobody had thought to make such a video. Or,
more likely, Diana had forbidden it.
“Okay, I guess you
weren’t lying,” Luca laughed. “I’m sure everyone here is proud of you.”
He smiled as he listened to the laughter and comments his statement had
drawn. “But I want to know if you can do it twice. I can’t, not yet
anyway. Do it a second time, right now, and you win your freedom and
your shorts. Fail, well, it probably is best that you don’t think about
that. Focus on a happy thought, like getting dressed again.”
The first try had utterly failed. Maybe he’d just gotten lucky the
second time. But to do it again would be even more difficult.
Arnie looked at Diana, who simply smiled at him. He was more and more
coming to believe that she really would leave him out here naked if he
didn’t keep doing what she wanted. The crowd of kids moved closer. A
few started chanting, “Do it.”
As before, he tried shutting
out all distractions. This time, instead of picturing Olivia, he
focused his inward attention on Diana. The curve of her breasts. The
way her pants hugged her hips. Then he imagined her slowly stripping.
An idea struck, and he added himself, in her room, watching as she
stripped for him.
Of course, he had never seen her in anything
less than a bikini, but he did possess a powerful imagination. In his
mind, he made her tits bigger. Much bigger. And as she removed her
panties, she handed them to him. Then they kissed, her tongue reaching
into his mouth, touching, touching, … Wham! The first shot of cum
jolted him. The second was even better. Even though the dream was
busted, he managed two more before surrendering to the reality of the
situation. He was the one who was naked. And not just her, but upwards
of thirty other kids had just watched him jack off for the second time.
The horror of it made his dick wilt in his hand.
“Wonderful,
I’m sure everyone enjoyed your show. I’m glad you offered to do it for
us.” Luca used the key to release the handcuff on his right hand.
Arnie didn’t think that anyone believed he had ‘offered’ to do this.
But that would from this day forward be the way kids would speak of it.
“As we agreed earlier, your briefs will be hanging somewhere,” Diana
reminded him. “Remember, you are not to wear any underpants until you
find and remove the pair you wore here today.”
He looked
around for Luca, who was in the back, spinning the shorts around over
his head. It was clear that he was not going to come forward. He would
have to push through the crowd to go to him.
Hands touched him
as he pushed through. A few girls stood in front of him, getting a good
look, and forcing him to go around them. Finally, he reached the spot
where Luca stood.
“We’ll start with your shirt. Ask me to give it to you,” the boy demanded.
“Give me my shirt.”
“You didn’t ask, you demanded. Try again.”
Arnie considered just taking them from the boy. The idea that maybe
that was exactly what they wanted him to do made him pause. “Would you
give me my shirt?” he asked, trying very hard to make it sound casual
and not angry.
“You didn’t say the magic word,” Luca replied with a giggle.
In his head, he’d already busted the sixth-grader’s nose and taken his
clothes. But he was convinced that any attempt to get them without them
being offered would be met with even more humiliations. “Would you give
me my shirt please?” he asked.
Luca was living for the moment.
His fifteen minutes of fame. Humiliating a boy almost three years older
than him. “Only if you promise to thank me after I do.”
The
kids had all gathered around. A naked, hairless fourteen-year-old all
but begging a kid who was only twelve. His ears were so hot he thought
they might burst into flames. “I promise to thank you. Please give me
my shirt.”
“Here,” Luca said after letting a few seconds of suspense go by. He held it out.
“Thank you,” Arnie said as he took them. It was buttoned. He dropped it.
“Would you please give me my shorts? I’ll thank you if you do.” Before he could move, someone grabbed his shirt.
Luca handed over the shorts and got his thank you. The shorts were
buttoned and zipped, and before he could put them on, he had to stand
there exposed for several more seconds while he fixed it.
His shirt was gone. Perhaps a trophy for some girl. It was one more bit of humiliation. He would have to go home shirtless.
He was able to hide in his house and yard the rest of the weekend, but
Monday morning he had to go to school. He picked a pair of shorts that
were too big for him in the waist, and a button-down shirt that came
down to around dick level. That was the best he could do.
He
was pantsed twice on the way to school, and again at his locker. This
slowed him down, and he was almost the last person to enter his
homeroom. There, on the back of his chair, was his briefs, his name
clearly visible. He snatched them and shoved them into a pocket, nearly
pantsing himself in the process. His whole homeroom was laughing as the
teacher entered.
“What’s so funny,” Mr. Hartman asked. Nobody
answered, and the room got quiet as he took attendance. “May I go to
the bathroom?” Archie asked when the teacher called his name.
“No, you had plenty of time to go. I heard a lot of laughter coming
from around your locker this morning. If you needed to go, you should
have done that instead of entertaining your fellow students.”
He was pantsed again after homeroom was dismissed, and again before his
third class. Both classes had been at opposite ends of the school,
which didn’t leave him time to use a restroom.
Then came
lunch. He was about to enter a restroom just outside the cafeteria, but
the janitor got there three steps ahead of him. “Sorry, there’s a leak
in here. This restroom is closed until I repair it, you’ll have to use
another one.”
Arnie was pretty sure that if he went to another
one there would be someone else there to keep him from going in. He
entered the cafeteria and got in line.
As he was carrying his
tray to an empty table, he was pantsed again. He had a choice. He could
drop his lunch, or waddle his way to the only table he knew he was to
go to. The one where Diana Caulfield sat with two of her friends. Maybe
this would be the end. With a roaring sound of laughter, he made his
way to the table, his lower half exposed for nearly half of the student
body.
He set his tray down and pulled up his shorts just as
the principal entered, demanding to know what the noise was about. It
quieted down, and Mrs. Johnson looked at the table he had just sat down
at.
“Mr. Benson,” she boomed. “I’ve heard three reports of you
causing a commotion in the halls and your homeroom. If it happens
again, you will be in my office until you can explain what you are
doing.” She didn’t wait for an answer, but continued staring at him as
she left.
“My, my, my,” Diana said. “That sounds pretty serious. Perhaps you should put your undies on now.”
“Here?” Arnie asked. He looked around. Over a hundred of his school mates were looking in his direction.
“Yes, for your own safety. You wouldn’t want for old Mrs. Johnson to
wonder why you have your underpants in your pocket and not on your
body. Who knows, maybe she’d even pants you just to see if you had a
second pair under your shorts.”
He was scared. Horrified. He
started to unsnap the shorts, but Diana grabbed his hand and pulled it
back. “No, you can’t do it under the table. Stand here, against the
wall, and put them on. You’ll have to hurry in case the principal
returns.”
He looked around in horror. He didn’t know if the
rest of the kids knew what was going on, or if they were just sure that
he was going to do something entertaining just because he was sitting
next to the Queen of Humiliations.
“Or, you can let me keep
your underpants safe until tomorrow when things have calmed down. Of
course, I wouldn’t expect you to be wearing another pair when you come
to school.”
In other words, he’d keep on being pantsed until
he submitted to her horrible plan. With shaky legs, he rose and moved
around the table. He found that when in front of the wall, the staff at
the serving line couldn’t see him. More and more kids were still coming
in. The longer he stood there, the number who would see him would keep
growing.
He could see dots in front of his eyes as he undid
his shorts and let them fall to the floor. The roaring of laughter
started up immediately as he stepped out of them. He thought he was
going to faint as he bent over to get his feet into the briefs, but he
managed to get them on. He was just fastening his shorts when Mrs.
Johnson returned. She looked at where he stood the moment she entered.
“My office, Mr. Benson. NOW!” she stormed out and he had to hurry to
catch up, his lunch abandoned on the table.
Once in the office, she slammed the door closed.
“I was told you are not wearing underpants, and that you encouraged
other students to lower your pants,” she accused. “Is that true?”
“No ma’am,” Arnie said.
“Do you have underpants on?” When he nodded, she added, “Let me see.”
He could have refused. She had no right to demand he remove any of his
clothing. But if he did refuse, she would likely suspend him. Again,
his chances of getting a major college scholarship would vanish if that
happened. He stood and unzipped his shorts, pulling the opening as wide
as it could go.
“I can’t tell for sure. Lower your shorts.”
A very unusual and illegal request. And exactly as Diana had said she
would do. Meaning that the person who told her he was entertaining his
classmates by exposing himself was her. He unbuttoned them and let them
fall to his ankles.
She stared for five seconds before telling
him to get dressed. “There had better not be any further disturbances
surrounding you today young man,” she instructed. “If there are, this
will go to the police.” She held up a picture taken from the top of the
hallway near his locker. It was blurry, but he was clearly shown
surrounded by other students pulling up his pants. And he didn’t have
underpants on.
“You didn’t know we have security cameras in the hallways, did you?”
“No ma’am,” he gulped. He hadn’t known it. And now she had a picture of
him proving her original accusation. He could now add her to the list
of people who’d seen his dick.
“I’m only going to let this
slide because I know you want to go to a good college. I can see from
this picture that you are, uh, shall we say, less developed than a
typical sophomore. Maybe you thought this was funny. Your fellow
classmates seemed to agree. But even if you are a child, I can’t have
pranks like this occurring in my school. It needs to end. Now.”
“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled. She thought him a child. She’d seen him basically naked.
“One last thing. You were having lunch with Diana Caulfield. Did she
have anything to do with this? Did she encourage you to act out? Or
somehow convince you that you should?”
Arnie considered this
the last test. Of course Mrs. Johnson knew that Diana was behind it
all. But would he admit it? Was she trying to finally catch the evil
girl? Or was she allowing it to occur? If the later was correct,
telling her now that Diana forced him into it would launch a whole new
series of humiliations. But admitting that it was all his idea would
forever keep him from blaming her.
“No ma’am. Her table was
the only one open. I don’t know much about her, really.” He tried to
read her eyes, but she gave nothing away. She stared at him for a few
seconds before saying, “Go and finish your lunch.”
His tray
was right where he’d left it, but Diana and her friends were gone. He
ate quickly, finishing just before the bell rang. He had to run to his
next class, his shorts threatening to come off with each step. But he
made it on time, and was not pantsed again.