Sins of the Father

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Barnaby was a very lucky thirteen year old boy. His family had become quite prosperous. He attended a fancy prep school that boasted some of the best teachers in the country. He had two good friends in Anna and Blair. He was happy and secure.

Barnaby was also very unlucky. He’d unknowingly attracted the eye of a vindictive goth girl from the poorer side of town. Xena was sixteen years old, and every one of those years had been hard. She couldn’t reap revenge on the entire world, but she didn’t need to. There was a little spoiled rich kid that would do just fine.


Sins of the Father

by PatrickNaked


The campground.

It was nine in the morning on a Saturday. Anna was leaning against a tree beside her bicycle in the wooded area just south of town. The woods were extensive, stretching for miles. Anna and her friends, Blair and Barnaby, had been forbidden by their parents to range too far into those depths. But she didn’t need to go a great distance. The area where she and her friends played was only about three miles away from her house. This was at the limit of what they were allowed. They’d venture further occasionally. The woods held interesting specimens of flora and fauna not seen anywhere else.

There was a wide clearing before her. This used to be a commercial campground, but had gone bankrupt about five years ago. There was still a dilapidated office building, a few small one-room cabins, and a cinderblock shower/restroom building. There was a small lake for swimming. Someone had bought the failed enterprise right after it closed down, but hadn’t done anything with it. They kept the power and water bills paid, though, perhaps in preparation for a reopening that hadn’t yet come, so the lights and restrooms still worked.

This was convenient when she and her friends played for hours in the area. When the need to pee arose, Barnaby could go do it a few feet away behind a tree. For the girls, it wasn’t that easy. They had to take the long walk around the lake from their usual spot to visit the restroom. He’d brag about how much better it was to be a boy. Anna would counter with, “Yeah. Boys do it in the woods like all the other animals.”

Anna had to admit, if Barnaby was an animal, he was a cute one. Like a little puppy. He was still shorter than her, but another year would probably change that. His light brown hair was short on top and almost buzzed to the scalp on the sides and back. A lot of the boys at his new school wore their hair that way.

It wasn’t summer, but it wasn’t cold. The temperature rarely dipped below eighty degrees in her part of the state. It was currently a little above ninety five. Hot enough to make her sweat, even standing in the shade of the trees. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it off her neck. She’d chosen a lightweight tank top and shorts for the day, but they didn’t seem to be helping much with the heat.

The area was deserted at the moment. Not many people came out here during the day, which was surprising. It was a beautiful spot. The kids were all inside their bedrooms playing video games or getting lost down the rabbit hole of social media. At night, the older kids used the cabins for trysts. The furniture inside had all been busted up by vandals, but the mattresses were still there on the floor. They were stained with years of accumulated bodily fluids. Anna couldn’t imagine laying there naked, sandwiched between that disgusting mess and a sweating, grunting, thrusting, equally naked boy on top of her.

She was thirteen now. Many of her female friends had already begun their first tentative explorations into the realm of sex. Mostly giving boys handjobs. Some blowjobs. Letting boys fondle their breasts or even further down. A couple of the girls she knew had already made use of the cabins for the real deal. At least, that had been the intent.

In one case, the boy forgot to bring a condom, so the girl made him pull it out before he was even halfway through. She wanted to feel what it was like to have a boy inside her, but not to experience any of the possible consequences. He had to finish by frantically jerking himself for five minutes till he squirted onto the mattress between her legs. She’d laughed while she watched him, embarrassing him even more than the act alone would’ve. He called her a bitch and swore to never speak to her again. Two days later he was calling her, begging for another rendezvous. He’d even do it just like before if she wanted… a brief penetration followed by prolonged masturbation. Any sexual act with a girl, even a humiliating one, was better than none at all. She’d agreed. They’d do it the exact same way. She didn’t tell him she also arranged for some of her female friends, including Anna and Blair, to be stationed in the dark outside the cabin windows to watch. After six more meetings, with an ever-growing roster of watchers, the boy had unknowingly become quite famous with the girls at school.

The second girl had an even more laughable date night. And a much shorter one. The boy was so eager, he was completely naked before the girl had even removed her shoes. When her blouse came off, revealing her bra, he became so excited he spontaneously ejaculated all over the cabin floor. It started squirting out of him all by itself. He stood there with a look of horror as he squeezed out what hadn’t come out on its own. He tearfully begged her not to tell anyone how he’d disgraced himself. Of course, no plea from a boy could break the bond between girls. He quickly acquired the unflattering nickname of Speedy among the female population of the school. The girls assured him the new name and the meaning behind it would remain strictly confidential as long as he made himself available for repeat performances whenever required. The return engagements had bigger audiences, and their demands became more diverse. So far, at least half the girls in the school, Anna and Blair included, had watched him tearfully masterbate and degrade himself in other creative ways. In return, the girls spread the rumor that he was a long-lasting stud between the sheets. That had been Anna’s idea. She could see the advantage of using the carrot as well as the stick.

Barnaby liked to check out the cabins to see if there was evidence of any new cases of coitus. He thought it was hilarious to see what people left behind when they had sex. He was unaware Anna and Blair had seen some of those stains in the making.

Even Blair got into the spirit, laughing along with Barnaby as they found new spots and splatters. Anna didn’t laugh. It made her queasy as she’d imagine again being trapped with some boy on top of her and within her. The thought of that made her feel powerless, totally within someone else’s control. She tried to hide her unease. Usually unsuccessfully.

Lately, after the laughter, Barnaby would bite his lip and gaze at the mattresses in a hungry kind of way, as if imagining what it would be like to be one of the lucky ones making those stains. He tried to hide his reaction just as Anna did, and was equally unsuccessful. Anna and Blair would giggle at him and watch his face turn red. He’d deny any such thoughts, but that face would always betray him.

Sometimes his arousal was made obvious by more than a blush. He’d quickly turn away and announce he needed to take a pee break in the woods. The girls were kind enough to wait till he was out of hearing range to begin laughing hysterically. They knew the excitable Barnaby was releasing something besides pee out there in the trees.

While it was funny watching Barnaby struggle with his new hormonal urges, it also made Anna sad. The three had been friends almost all their lives. Now that they were reaching an age of changes, she was afraid their friendship would change, too. And as she was happy with the way it was. Any modification would likely be for the worse.

And it wasn't just Barnaby who was acting differently. Blair was becoming more preoccupied with boys. She'd even mentioned to Anna how cute Barnaby was, especially in his swimsuit at the lake. Only a year ago, she would've gagged on those words.

Anna REALLY didn't want to see Blair and Barnaby become romantically involved. That would be death to their little trio. Not that Barnaby had romance on his mind. He just wanted orgasmic release for his pubescent urges.

Anna was acutely aware of her own changes, but the exact nature of hers was a mystery to her. The thought of lying on her back while a sweaty boy pumped himself into her still held no appeal, even if the mattress beneath her was clean. She wondered briefly if she was gay, but looking at other girls aroused no desire in her. She remained confused about her own emerging needs. She knew there was something she craved, but not what it was.

Anna saw Blair entering the clearing on her bicycle through the weed infested parking lot. Blair was almost a year older than Anna and Barnaby, but was in the eighth grade like them. She was a tall, solidly built girl with brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. Blair was dressed for the weather like Anna… tank top and shorts.

She pulled up beside Anna and dismounted, letting her bike fall to the ground.

“God, it’s hot. I just took a shower before I left the house, and I’m already a sweaty mess. I see Lord Barnaby isn’t here yet.”

Barnaby had attended the same public school as the girls until three years ago when his father struck it rich with some tech innovations that Anna had absolutely no understanding of. After that, Barnaby’s parents had enrolled him in Trundlewood’s Preparatory Academy for Boys, a prestigious school that only wealthy families could afford. It was located just outside of town, so he didn’t have to board there like many of the students. Barnaby had kicked up a huge fuss about the transfer. He didn’t want to leave the friends he’d gone to school with all his life, particularly Anna and Blair. He was also afraid all the snobby rich kids wouldn’t accept him. Most of their families had been wealthy for generations. His family was ‘nouveau riche.’

Despite his reservations, Barnaby had made friends in his new school. He’d worked at it. He didn’t want to be a friendless social outcast. And some of the attitudes of his new friends were rubbing off on him. He wasn’t becoming an entitled snob. Not yet. But he HAD taken on some snooty airs. And there was just a hint of condescension towards the girls and their world… the world he’d been part of till only recently… that occasionally wormed its way into his demeanor. Left unchecked, it would become more prominent. So every now and then, Anna and Blair had to take him down a few notches.

Usually it just took a little reminder, like a sarcastic remark or a pointed question. The most effective ones were along the lines of, “How do those other boys rub off on you like that? Have you been rubbing up against them in their dorm rooms after hours?” Barnaby would usually counter with a cartoonishly haughty tone, saying something like, “We have to settle for pleasuring each other. There’s only substandard breeding stock in the village.”

This was all done in a joking manner, but Barnaby would take the hint and adjust his attitude.

The last time they’d posed such a question to him, he got so flustered the girls knew they’d struck a nerve. They waited till later when Barnaby had left for home to laugh and squeal about what the boy had unwittingly revealed about himself. Anna had heard that boys Barnaby’s age often got so horny they’d find release in each other’s hands. Or mouths. Or elsewhere. The girls debated over what route Barnaby and his new friends took. They made exaggerated gagging sounds as they tried to envision what went on with two naked boys on a dorm room bed. Or three boys, or four. The rich had a reputation for extravagant excess.

They also hoped Barnaby wasn’t being taken advantage of since he was the new… formerly middle-class… kid on the block. And would he realize it if he was? He wanted so badly to fit in at the new school he’d been forced to attend. The other boys might smell that desperation and use it to their advantage.

Beyond the amusement of accidentally discovering what Barnaby did with the boys he knew, Anna felt a thrill knowing this very personal detail about his secret life. It excited her in a way she didn’t understand. She told no one about this, of course, not even confessing it to Blair, even though they told each other everything. Everything but this.

Sometimes, the girls had to make a bigger adjustment to Barnaby’s attitude. A little over a year ago, one of these instances had almost ended their friendship.

The boy had unconsciously taken to treating them almost as servants. “Be a dear and fetch me a can of soda.” He’d visited a number of the homes of his new friends… mansions with extensive grounds on the west side of town. These estates all had servants and cooks and chauffeurs. Barnaby saw how the other boys treated their parents’ employees. Politely, but with a slightly patronizing tone. Barnaby was too impressionable for his own good, and soon adopted this same posture.

The girls decided to use the can of soda as a weapon. Multiple cans, actually. Blair brought along a cooler full of them to their next outing at the former campsite. They knew Barnaby was almost addicted to the stuff.

As they sat in the grass at the edge of the trees talking about various inconsequential subjects, Barnaby had soon tossed down the contents of three cans, not even knowing how much he’d taken. He didn’t even notice the girls had barely touched their own. When his bladder began to complain, he excused himself, giving them his usual admonishment of, “No peeking.” It was an unnecessary thing to say, just a kind of running joke. He knew the girls would never violate his privacy by sneaking up on him while he was peeing. And they never would’ve considered it before that day. But Lord Barnaby had been exceptionally obnoxious for weeks, and they’d had enough.

They waited just a few moments after he left, then took a wide arc around where he’d disappeared into the trees. They moved quickly but carefully, mindful of the dead leaves and twigs underfoot that could announce their presence. They knew which tree was his favorite to pee on. Once, while walking through the woods, Blair had asked where he did it so they wouldn’t inadvertently step in his outdoor latrine. He’d pointed out a huge oak tree, saying, “That’s my pee tree right there. We’re old friends.”

The girls saw Barnaby just ahead. He was facing the tree, his back to them. From his arm movements, it looked like he was just then pulling it out of his zipper. Good. He hadn’t started the actual whizzing yet. They needed time to stealthily make their way around to the other side of the tree without being seen. That’s where the abundance of soda came in. Barnaby was going to be occupied for a while.

As they completed their circuit and were coming up on the other side of the pee tree, they could hear Barnaby quietly whistling a tune. Anna wondered if he did this when he used the bathroom indoors, or if it was only the woodlands that brought out the song in him.

After stationing themselves on either side, Anna held out her hand to signal a silent countdown of one… two… three… Then they both jumped around the tree and yelled in unison, “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Barnaby had been holding his penis lightly between the fingers of one hand and twirling it around to trace patterns in the air and against the tree with his stream. He screamed and staggered backwards, sending his pee arcing wildly in all directions. Both girls had to dance about to avoid being soaked. They hadn’t considered this obvious danger when concocting their plan.

Barnaby started screaming abuse at them and kept trying to turn away. But there were two of them and they could always maneuver around so at least one could see the origin of that torrent. Keeping well out of range, of course. He finally gave up and stood there miserably till he was finished, his face contorting into a variety of expressions. He’d stopped yelling. He didn’t say anything at all as he looked back and forth between them where they’d united in front of him a few feet away.

While they waited, the girls got their first good look at his penis. He was circumcised. They’d wondered about that before, but had never come up with a way to ask him that wasn’t unbelievably awkward and intrusive. Now they knew. His penis head was clearly visible. He looked to be about three inches long. Not as long as the boy they’d secretly watched through the cabin window, but that boy was fifteen. He’d had two more years to grow than Barnaby. And they couldn’t compare the two boys when erect, because they hadn’t seen Barnaby in that state.

Barnaby was too anxious to get his penis back in his pants and out of sight. He apparently misjudged being finished, because the flow started again once he was tucked back inside. There wasn’t much, but still enough to put a dark line a few inches down one leg of his jeans. He looked down at himself and said, “Great.” His voice broke mid-word.

Still not speaking to them, he zipped up and stalked off to the cinderblock shower room. The girls returned to their spot where the bicycles were parked. While they waited for Barnaby to return, they wondered if they’d gone too far. They knew he’d be embarrassed. That was how they’d intended to get his attention. Complaints about his imperious manner of late hadn’t made an impression. They hadn’t counted on just how hard the humiliation would hit. It was there on his face as he stood before them, holding his penis and waiting for the stream to end. They’d scored a devastating blow, one much greater than they’d intended.

About ten minutes later, the girls saw Barnaby emerge from the shower room across the lake and start walking their way. They had no idea what would happen when he reached them. They could see his jeans were completely soaked now. He must’ve rinsed them off in the shower.

The boy dropped down onto the grass next to the girls. Staring off across the lake, he said, “I know why you did it. I guess I’ve been an asshole lately. You both tried to tell me, but I wasn’t listening. Well… you’ve seen my dick. You saw me peeing… for, like, ten minutes it seemed. You got back at me. Can we call it even and never mention this again?”

Anna and Blair agreed. The three sat for a long time in silence. Barnaby didn’t have another soda.

Later that night, Anna thought back on what they’d done to the boy. She felt bad about it, even though he HAD deserved at least some of it. But she also felt something else. Something like what she’d experienced watching Speedy being coerced into masterbatation and other acts. And sitting next to him in class and seeing his sidelong shamefaced glances at her, knowing what she’d witnessed. And now she’d seen that parade of expressions across Barnaby’s face, each one an embodiment of the raw emotions he was feeling, while he stood there releasing that prolonged stream of pee. She’d felt something stir inside. In that moment, she had a fleeting glimpse of her inner nature, then it was gone. But, for that brief instant, she felt both satisfied, as if she’d just eaten the most delicious meal she’d ever had, and famished because she craved even more.

Blair and Barnaby had their own emerging sexualities, and theirs were fairly straightforward. Anna’s own was more complicated. And more aloof. She hadn’t yet grasped its essence, perhaps because she was afraid to look any further.


The shower room.

As agreed, the girls never mentioned the embarrassing incident at the tree again. At least not to Barnaby. He’d still give them a concerned look whenever he had to go into the woods. While he was gone, the girls would giggle and joke about sneaking back to see how much his penis had grown since that day. Once, Anna even suggested, in a more serious way, trying to secretly see more of him to compare against the two boys they’d already seen fully naked. They could spy on him in the shower room where he went to wash off the lake water after swimming. There were large cracks in the cinderblock walls that would serve that purpose well. In its state of disrepair, the building was no longer as private as it once had been. Blair was shocked at the proposition. She also looked intrigued despite herself. Anna resolved to mention it again at a later date.

Returning to the present, Anna told Blair, “His Highness will be delayed today. They had some kind of early morning assembly at his school.”

“On a Saturday? It’s hell to be rich.”

Anna agreed. “Yes. I feel so sorry for the boy.”

While they waited, Anna told her friend to follow her to the cinderblock building. When they arrived, Anna continued around to the back, an area Blair rarely had reason to see. There was an old door there with peeling paint and a sign that said ‘Maintenance’. It was effectively camouflaged by some spindly trees that had grown up around the base of the building.

Inside the dusty, disused room was a bare lightbulb with a pull chain hanging overhead. Blair started reaching for it, but Anna stopped her and closed the door instead, plunging them into darkness.

“What are you doing?”

Anna told her, “Just wait.”

She directed the other girl over to a corner. There was section of the wall where vandals had been at work, busting some of the cinderblocks for indiscernible reasons. Following Anna’s example, Blair leaned down and peered into the gap. About ten feet away was the men’s shower area. Unlike the women’s, it was all open. Four shower nozzles protruded from the wall. There were some backless benches in the center of the room. Along the next wall to the right was a line of toilets and urinals as open and visible as the showers were. The sinks must’ve been against the same wall the hole was in, so were out of sight.

Blair turned to Anna in amazement. “They certainly don’t believe in privacy on the men’s side.”

Anna replied carefully, “All the better for us… if we want to watch Barnaby take a shower after our swim.”

Blair was quiet for an interminable moment. Anna thought she’d gone too far. But when her friend spoke again, it wasn’t with shock or indignation.

“Were you the one who knocked part of the wall out?”

Anna laughed. “No, it wasn’t me. I swear. I might’ve if I’d thought of it. I just got here early today and checked the place out for possible peeping spots. There were cracks in the outside walls, but they were too narrow for a good view. I almost didn’t find this place. I was about to give up when I saw that door. We’ve been coming out here for years, and I’d never seen it before. So… what do you think?”

“I think if Barnaby catches us, he’ll be really, really pissed.”

Anna assured her, “He won’t. I checked it out from the other side. The only good light is on the showers and toilets. Everything else is kind of dark. This hole is in a really dark corner. And there’s some old plywood stacked up next to it. You can’t even see it from the showers. We can kick back and watch Barnaby get all naked and take a shower, and he’ll never know it. Tell me you don’t want to see that.”

Blair was quiet, thinking. Then, “Ok. But I want to check something. You stay here and keeping looking in. I’m going to go around to the showers and make sure your face doesn’t catch the light. All we need is for Barnaby to see us peeping at him. He’ll think we’re a couple of voyeurs. You know how he reacted when we just saw his dick.”

“Well… that was more than us just seeing his dick. It was what his dick was doing, too.”

Blair said, “Yes, I know. But if he catches us looking at him all the way naked and taking a shower…”

“Don’t worry. He won’t.”

Anna had decided not to let Blair in on another aspect of her scheme. Her friend was only just barely willing to go along with watching Barnaby in the shower. She’d surely balk at what else Anna had in mind.

After determining the hole in the wall, and any faces behind it, were invisible from the shower area, the girls returned to where their bicycles were parked to wait for His Lordship.

Blair commented, “I heard a rumor that someone else has bought the campground. Whoever bought it after the bankruptcy never could get more money to make a go of it. So it was sold again, just recently. I hope the new owner doesn’t do anything with it either. I like it the way it is. On days like this, it seems like WE’RE the owners.”

Anna said, “I know what you mean. And there’s been a lot of buyouts this past year. The factory was sold and then shut down. All those people out of work. The only thing it’s used for now is… well, you know.”

Blair added, “And those old rundown apartments. They’re going to tear those down for a strip center. They’re giving those people hardly any time at all to find a new place to live. Everything is changing. I don’t like it.”

The girls were saved from more depressing conversation by the arrival of Barnaby, panting and pedaling furiously on his bike. He skidded to a stop beside them.

He panted, “Sorry I’m so late. That stupid meeting went on forever.”

Barnaby was still wearing his school uniform… button down shirt, tie, navy blazer with embroidered patch of the school emblem, tan slacks, and shiny dress shoes. He was sweating heavily.

Blair asked, “WHY are you still wearing that outfit? You must be baking inside all that.”

Anna said, “He is. But he’s SO proud to be a little Trundlewood preppy boy, he wants to show the uniform off every chance he gets. Even if he has a heat stroke doing it.”

Barnaby looked miffed. “I didn’t have time to go home and change. That’s all.”

Blair said, “You really shouldn’t pedal through town wearing that. Lots of the local kids aren’t too fond of the Academy. Class resentment and all that. You know what’s happened before.”

There had always been tussles between the townies and the preppies. The Academy warned its boys every year not to go into town alone. But there were always the boys who wouldn’t listen.

Two of the Academy boys had been caught in town within the last couple of months. The first, a sixteen year old lacrosse player, was captured in the park by six town boys of around the same age. He’d been lured out there by a girl he’d met online. The girl didn’t exist.

Once the town boys had him down on the ground, they’d ripped his precious school patch off his blazer and shoved it in his mouth. Some local girls were there to watch the action. One called out, “I want to see what a preppy prick’s prick looks like.” So the boys obliged. The Academy boy had been yelling insults and threats the whole time, but when his pants and underwear started coming down, his bluster turned into begging. He was held down while the girls got plenty of pictures on their cell phones. One girl even manually coaxed him into an erection for the final shots. Anna had seen the pictures. The boy’s penis looked like it was having fun, but his face proved the rest of him definitely wasn’t.

The girls had intended to leave it at that, but the sight of the rich boy’s abject humiliation only whetted their appetites. One girl ran home to retrieve some items from her mother’s bedroom. While she was gone, the town boys moved in to remove the rest of his clothing. He tried to fight them off, but more kids were arriving after word of the altercation had gotten out. The Academy boy was vastly outnumbered.

After the rest of his clothes came off, to the cheers of the growing crowd, one exceptionally large boy twisted his arm till he gave up the pin code for his phone. Everyone in attendance copied his contact list. He was warned that if he didn’t fully cooperate from then on, every photo and video that was taken of him would be sent to his entire list. He became docile as a little lamb after that.

When the girl returned from her home, the boy was put in a frilly bra and a pair of crotchless panties for him to hang out of. More photography ensued with the boy being forced to assume some very alluring poses while smiling for the cameras.

He managed to fake the smiles, but he couldn’t hide his horror when the anatomically correct dildo was produced. The last photo session was exclusively of him putting its twelve inch length to use. Some of the girls preferred the penetration shots. Others liked the closeups of his face and all the comical expressions he made, especially the gritted teeth and grimaces at the contraption’s gargantuan girth.

After a couple of hours or so, they let him get dressed with what little dignity he could muster… which was none. They sent him on his way with a warning to never show up in town again. They didn’t need to warn him not to mention his ordeal to his rich friends or family. His pride, or what was left of it, would never allow such a public disgrace among his peers.

Anna suspected those lingerie and dildo pics would turn up in ten or fifteen years if the boy ever gained national prominence like so many of the Academy alumni did. And there were no townies in the frame to support any claims of coercion.

The second Academy student, a little blond boy, was much younger. Only twelve years old. He was captured by the same gang early one Saturday morning as he foolishly pedaled his bike through town on the way to the comic shop. He was too small for the bigger boys to rough up, even with all the hostility they harbored. So they dragged him around the back of the abandoned factory and held him there while their girls got on their phones and called in reinforcements. Backup arrived in the form of ten more girls, these being the same tender age as the boy. If a boy is to be degraded and humiliated, it should be done by girls in his own age group. It’s only proper.

The local boys and older girls stood back to watch as the younger ones stripped the unfortunate preppy naked. He cried and begged the whole time in a way that would shame the aristocracy. After they each had their turn examining his body by look and feel, they formed a tight circle and roughly pushed him back and forth between them till he collapsed from exhaustion. While he lay on the cracked concrete, sweaty and too drained of energy to move, the girls descended on him and drained him in another way. Many times. They had to stuff his mouth full of underwear to muffle his cries of unbearable pleasure.

Later, after capturing every millimeter of preppy flesh on multiple phones… including the more personal areas only a proctologist usually sees… they let the weeping wreck of a child get up and get dressed. Any similarities to the fate of the first boy ended there. This one was warned if he DIDN’T come back, those photos and videos would see a wide release. They had all the contacts from his phone, of course, and there were many. Did he REALLY want all his friends and family, servants, other staff, and anyone else he’d included to know him THAT well?

They gave him his orders. He was to return the next Saturday morning, and every Saturday after that till the girls grew bored with him. Same time. Same place. Same fun and games. With some creative variations each week to keep that boredom at bay.

Anna had scored invitations for her and Blair to the subsequent Saturdays. Blair had declined after seeing the photos of him. “He looks like a BABY.” But she’d looked at ALL the photos, and had kept them on her phone. A bit hypocritical, Anna thought. But everyone has their faults. As for herself, Anna had her most enjoyable Saturdays in years, and was always through in time to meet her friends at the campground.

Barnaby knew of these incidents, but only through Anna and Blair. The Academy boys didn’t exactly brag about their experiences in the town to their fellow students. Barnaby also didn’t know of the girls’ personal involvement in these or the other events with the boys at the cabins, or that they both had a massive collection of naked boys on their phones. They thought it prudent not to brag either.

At the suggestion he might fall victim to the townies, Barnaby scoffed. “I’m a local. They won’t do anything to me.”

Anna wasn’t so sure. For most of the kids in town, Barnaby had stopped being a townie when be became an Academy boy. His former friends viewed him as a turncoat. He naively thought they’d just fallen out of contact because they attended different schools now. The truth, and the animosity, ran deeper than that. Anna and Blair were the only ones who’d remained friends with him after his family’s social upgrade.

Barnaby took off his blazer and draped it over his bike. The girls could see his shirt was soaked completely through. He pulled his swimsuit out of a bike bag behind the seat. Anna wondered why he hadn’t folded up the blazer and put it in that bag for the journey here. There was plenty of room. Was he really so proud of his association with that school, or the wealth it represented, that he’d sweat like a pig rather than take it off? Despite the girls’ best efforts, Barnaby might be slowly becoming into an upper crust snob, the kind of person he used to ridicule along with the other townies. She hoped not.

As he left them to go change in the woods, and probably visit his tree, he cast a nervous look back.

Anna said, “Oh, for God’s sake. We told you we’re not going sneak up on you again in the woods and see what you’ve got. It wasn’t worth the last trip.”

Barnaby gave her an offended look. “It was TOO.”

Great comeback, she thought with a smirk. She had meant what she said about not peeking in the woods. She hadn’t mentioned the campsite shower, though.

The girls had been smart enough to wear their swimsuits under their clothes, so they quickly took off their outerwear while Barnaby was off in the trees. While waiting for his return, they held a whispered conference on whether they were actually going to go through with the plan. Blair was still undecided. Anna was adamant. The accumulation of embarrassed boys of late had turned her desire to see Barnaby completely nude into an obsessive need. He was their very own combination of townie and Academy. A chimera. Half one thing, half another. And she wanted to know what a chimera looked like under its clothes.

The next two hours were devoted to swimming and games in the lake. As wonderful as the cool water felt on such a hot day, Anna couldn’t enjoy it as much as she usually did because her mind was so preoccupied with the plan to watch Barnaby taking a shower. And with what she had in mind before the shower began.

When noon arrived, the three lay out in the grass next to their bikes and talked. The girls updated Barnaby on all the latest news and gossip from his former school. In return, Barnaby told them more tales of life at the Academy. Anna thought about how the kids seemed much the same as their counterparts on the other side of the class divide.

She looked over to the side where Barnaby was stretched out with this hands behind his head. There was a hint of hair in his armpit. The boy might still be shorter than both girls, but he was definitely growing up. This made her more impatient than ever for shower time.

“Why don’t we all go wash off the lake water. It always smells terrible on you after it dries.”

Barnaby bounded up. “Fine with me. Then let’s go get some hamburgers. I’m starved.”

As the boy was pulling his clothes and a towel out of the bike bag, Blair gave Anna an anxious look. She was still ambivalent about their scheme. Anna mouthed silently at her, “Calm down.”

As they walked around the lake toward the campsite buildings, Anna said, “Let’s stop by the cabins. A girl from school… you don’t know her, Barnaby, and I’m not going to tell you her name… was telling us yesterday about a… well, a rendezvous she had there on Thursday night. The story was kind of risqué.”

She had Barnaby’s attention. “Which cabin? Did she say?”

Anna told him, “Yes, it was cabin three. I thought we might stop there before the shower room and see if they… left anything behind. You know what I mean?”

Blair was giving Anna a perplexed look. She had no idea what her friend was talking about.

Barnaby was excited. “I’m surprised. I thought you weren’t into mattress checking.”

“It’s different since I know the girl. And all the boys involved.”

Barnaby stopped. “Boys? As in plural?”

Anna continued in a nonchalant way, “Yes. There were three of them. One girl and three boys. Can you imagine?”

Both girls could see that Barnaby was indeed imagining. They weren’t even to the cabins yet and he already had a noticeable protrusion in his swimsuit. He shifted his bundle of clothes to the front in an attempt to cover it. He started walking again and took the lead. The girls scrambled to catch up.

The usual sight awaited them inside cabin three… condom wrappers, used condoms, empty beer cans, burnt out cigarettes and joints, potato chip bags and other assorted trash. And the mattress on the floor with all its stains and the stories each of them told. Still holding his bundle protectively, Barnaby crouched down in front of the bedding to examine it closely. The two girls gave each other a sardonic look. The boy had a fixation with sexually stained mattresses. Anna wondered what the maids in his family’s mansion had to deal with when changing his own sheets.

Barnaby said, “I don’t see anything new, but it’s hard to tell. There’s just so much.”

He turned to Anna. “So, what’s the story?”

“The girl… we’ll call her Tracy… and the three boys… I’m not telling you their names either… came out here to play some strip poker. They’re all fourteen years old. That was ALL they were going to do, but by the time the girl was down to just her panties and two boys only had their underwear… the other was already naked… they all got so hot and bothered they decided to take it further.”

She paused, causing Barnaby to blurt out, “Well? Well? What happened?”

“They went ahead and played the game out till all of them were naked, just to add more suspense. Then Tracy and two of the boys all piled up together on the mattress. The boy who lost his clothes first had to wait his turn. She told me they were all practically crazed. Just out of control. One boy took Tracy from behind while she worked on the other boy with her mouth.”

Barnaby looked like he might have a heart attack. Blair leaned over to Anna and whispered, “I know what you’re doing now. I didn’t agree to this.”

Anna told her, “It’s a surprise present. And it’s rude to refuse a present.”

Barnaby almost screamed, “And then? And then?”

“When the first boy came… the one in the front… the other boy got to step in and take his place. They kept it up till all three boys got to try both positions. Then Tracy came up with some new positions that all three boys could do with her at the same time. Can you imagine? One girl and three boys, all naked in this tiny room, all sweating in the nighttime heat, wallowing around on that mattress where so many kids have done it with each other so many times before.”

Barnaby suddenly stood up. “I… I… I need to take my shower.”

Then he was out the door.

Blair told Anna, “You are so bad.”

“You’ll be thanking me for being bad. Give him about thirty seconds, then we follow.”

When the girls got to their position at the hole in the wall, Barnaby was just getting ready to pull his swimsuit down. He had his back to them from about three feet away. His bundle of clothes was scattered across the floor where he’d apparently thrown it in his haste. Even his precious school blazer was lying in the dust.

He pulled the front of his waistband out and then down. Anna deduced he was working it around his erection. He then grabbed the sides of the swimsuit and bent over as he pulled it down to his ankles. The girls got their first view of his naked body, and it was quite a view at that. They saw much more than they’d anticipated. And maybe more than they’d wanted. But Anna had to admit his bottom was nice.

Barnaby quickly stepped out of his swimsuit. As he turned to toss it on the bench, they got a side view, complete with his stiffened penis standing up and out at an angle. Anna guessed it was between four and five inches long. He was already working at it as his swimsuit missed the bench and landed on the dirty floor with the rest of his clothing. It looked to Anna like he was just fondling it for the feel instead of actively masterbating.

He stepped over to the showers and turned a knob to start the water. They could only see him from the rear for a moment, but could tell he was still handling his penis. While he waited for the water to warm up, his arm movements began to indicate more purposeful stroking. He had begun in earnest. Anna was afraid they were only going to see his bottom for the duration of his self-pleasure session. It wasn’t a bad view at all, but she was ready for more.

She also wondered how Blair was responding to watching their friend naked, aroused, and unaware of their scrutiny. It was too dark to see the other girl, and she didn’t dare even whisper a question.

Once the water was warm, Barnaby stepped into the spray and let it run over his head and down his body. Then he turned so it could wash down his back. He leaned his head back into the shower and ran his hands through his wet hair. The girls now had a full frontal view. His penis still stuck out and his ballsack was fully visible hanging between his legs. He had a small patch of hair above his penis. It hadn’t yet started to grow around the sides. Seeing Barnaby in the nude was more exciting than the other boys. She hadn’t known the Academy boys at all, and she knew the two town boys only by sight. Barnaby, however, had been a friend for most of their lives. That added a whole new layer of significance. He was completely bared before her, even more so because of his arousal. She felt like she’d stepped into his secret life, saw what he saw every day in the bathroom mirror, and was right there with him as he gave himself relief from his hyper-reactive hormones. She now knew her friend so much better than ever before.

He’d returned his attention to his penis and was stroking away at it with the help of some liquid soap he kept at the shower building. Anna had always thought it was strictly for cleanliness. She should’ve known it performed double duty. Barnaby was a boy, after all. He probably masterbated in the shower after every trip to the lake or cabins.

A faint voice off to the side whispered, “Oh. My. God.” Blair was enjoying the show. Luckily, the sound of the shower masked her voice. Barnaby was so absorbed in what he was doing to himself, he probably wouldn’t have heard her if she’d shouted it out loud. He continued to slide his fist up and down his penis, oblivious to anything else.

Even as she was enjoying the show, Anna had the feeling there was a missing element… something that would make it so much better. She realized with a shock that the time they’d caught Barnaby peeing in the woods had given her a bigger thrill. And he’d been clothed with only his penis visible. Here he was fully nude and fully erect, and pleasuring himself besides. But it needed one more component to make it perfect. And she finally knew what it was.

That’s when two things happened simultaneously. First, a girl walked into view in the shower room. Anna immediately recognized her. It was Xena, and she was the most recognizable girl in town because she was the only goth girl in town. She was sixteen years old. She was tall. Her black/purple hair was piled high on her head, making her even taller. She wore black eye shadow so extensively the other kids in school called her Madame Raccoon… but only when she wasn’t around. The dark purple lipstick smeared across her permanent scowl matched her hair. Her clothes were layer upon layer of mismatched, shapeless thrift shop throwaways. Her dark, heavy skirt hung down to the tops of her black leather boots. Anna knew this was all carefully cultivated to look like Xena didn’t care what others thought of her. She was brusque and insolent to other kids and teachers alike. Xena wasn’t her real name, but it was the one people used if they didn’t want to nurse a bloody nose and an eye as black as her own.

And there she was, calmly watching Barnaby standing naked under the shower while he blissfully masterbated. His eyes were closed. He was unaware that three sets of female eyes were in on what should’ve been his very private act.

Anna would’ve shouted a warning to him, even though it gave away her presence, but the second thing happened. The door behind the girls opened, letting in a flood of light. A male voice said, “My, my. What do we have here?”

Another voice answered, “Looks like a couple of Peeping Toms, or whatever the female equivalent is.”

Blair let out a shriek. She and Anna whirled around to see two boys standing behind them. Anna knew them as well. Rocco and Stone. Those weren’t real names either. They were big and they were bullies. And they followed Xena around like her two pet pit bulls, doing whatever she told them to do. And that ‘whatever’ covered a lot of territory. The three were notorious for the things they did to other students, for slights real and imagined. Xena would take care of any girls that ended up in her sights. Rocco and Stone would handle the boys. And the boys always came out much worse.

The previous year, a boy in the ninth grade had seen Xena out in the woods sitting on a fallen tree, smoking a cigarette. She was watching her two pets thrashing about in a sweaty, heavily muscled grappling session. They were wearing black leather, metal spiked dog collars and nothing else. Rocco, the eventual winner of the contest, took the loser doggie style. Then Xena stood while Stone crawled up to her on hands and knees to push his head up under her skirt. The scowl never left her face even as she writhed to his attentions.

The boy who’d witnessed this strange activity made the colossal mistake of not keeping that sight to himself. The following Monday morning, when everyone arrived at school and opened their lockers, they were each greeted with an 8x10 photo printed on vinyl bumper sticker material, stuck to the back wall of the locker. It showed the boy naked and on his knees, with his mouth full of someone standing just outside the frame. Tears were running down his cheeks all the way to the black leather collar around his neck. He spent the remainder of the year tearfully begging everyone for access to their lockers so he could scratch off the compromising pictures. He had few takers. It was far too amusing to watch his hysterical pleas. Besides, by the end of that first day, the photo was replicated on hundreds of cell phones. Everyone had him in their gallery.

And everyone got the message and heeded it. No one wanted to be the next locker adornment. Keep your mouth shut. Better yet, keep your eyes shut. And if you tell what you see, everyone else will see you. A lot of you.

Anna knew what this trio was capable of. She was scared. Rocco, the bigger one with a buzz cut, reached down and dragged her to her feet. Stone, the one with the long, lank black hair that rarely saw shampoo, did the same to Blair.

Barnaby had been alerted by Blair’s scream. Anna heard him shout, “What… what are you doing in here. This is the men’s shower. Get OUT.”

Xena said, “Are you going to make me, little boy? How? Bludgeon me with your little stick? It doesn’t look big enough to provide any pleasure, much less pain.”

Barnaby’s voice was getting more shrill. “I’ll call the police.”

Xena’s remained calm. “And tell them what, exactly? A girl walked in on you while you were jerking off in a public place? I think they’ll be more interested in you than me.”

“But… but… it’s not public. It’s deserted. I was alone. And anyway, you’re a girl. You’re not supposed to be in here. It’s for men only.”

Xena replied, “Well, YOU hardly qualify. And even if you did, would it be ok for a man to walk in and see you jerking off?”

“I thought I was alone.” Barnaby sounded miserable.

Rocco said, “Let’s go join the party. He and Stone began hustling the girls out of the maintenance room. Blair swung her fist and hit Stone in the jaw. He started to backhand her, but Rocco grabbed his arm. “Xena said don’t hurt the girls.”

“The bitch hit me.”

“I don’t care. Xena will make me kick your ass. And probably do something else to it, too. Then she’ll kick mine for letting you smack her.”

Stone grumbled, “Damn, man. Don’t talk about the other stuff in front of outsiders.”

“Do what Xena says and I won’t have to.”

Anna gave Blair a warning look. They needed to be careful. They didn’t know what kind of situation they were in.

The attack dogs took Anna and Blair each by an arm as they hauled them around the outside of the building and in through the door marked ‘Mens’ on the other side. Barnaby was backed up into a corner by the showers with his hands over his now wilted penis. He looked angry, embarrassed, and apprehensive. Xena stood between him and his scattering of clothes, looking down at him with amused scorn. The shower was still running.

Barnaby tried to go around her to the left. She moved to counter him. He tried going to the right, with the same result. Anna had the impression this dance had been going on the whole time they’d been making a circuit of the building. The boy’s frustration was growing. He was trembling, and not from being wet. It was far too hot for that.

Barnaby screamed, “Get out of my WAY.” He brought his fists out to his sides, unknowingly exposing himself in his desperation, then crouched down. He looked like he was getting ready to charge her head-on.

Xena told him, “You don’t want to wrestle with me, little boy. I’m bigger than you. I’m meaner, too. And you have a little handhold down there I won’t hesitate to use.”

Barnaby looked down at himself, then back up with a stricken expression. “Bitch.”

Rocco spoke up. “That’s no way to talk to a lady. We might just have to teach you some manners.”

Only then did Barnaby notice us standing just inside the door. He let out a wordless sound of distress. Now it wasn’t just that weird girl from the high school invading the men’s shower and violating his privacy. It was his friends Anna and Blair and two big bullies he’d heard plenty of horror stories about. Anna could see the dawning awareness in Barnaby’s eyes that his situation had gone from embarrassing to dangerous.

Xena spoke up. "Give him a little slack. He's not used to the peasants acting outside the orders of the ruling class. He probably didn't even realize they have minds of their own."

Barnaby asked, "What are you talking about?"

Xena turned to her attack dogs. "See? What did I tell you? He can't even understand what I'm saying. The rich have a separate language all their own."

She thought for a moment. "Still... he can't go around screaming in people's faces just because he thinks he's better than them. I suppose he does need to be taught a lesson. Normally I'd tell my boys to strip the little preppy snot naked and show everyone he's nothing special. But we've already seen THAT."

Rocco suddenly lunged for Barnaby, who squealed and tried to run away. Rocco deftly caught him and maneuvered himself behind the smaller boy. He reached under Barnaby's arms and brought his hands up to lock them behind the boy's neck, forcing his head down and his arms out. He then put both feet between Barnaby's own and forced them outward till they were both standing with their legs spread wide.

Anna cringed at how silly her friend looked in this position. It accentuated his nakedness. He could no longer cover himself with his hands, and his penis and balls swung about conspicuously in the spacious gap between his legs. In a room with six people, he was the only one not clothed, which made him look even more naked than he really was. He also looked so small and vulnerable in Rocco’s huge arms.

Anna felt a wave of guilt. She’d set out that day with the intention of seeing a bare Barnaby. And now she was. But the plan had gone wildly out of control. Now this other group had inserted themselves into her scheme, and they obviously had plans beyond just watching a naked boy masterbate. Anna felt like she’d put Barnaby… and herself and Blair… into a perilous situation, even though she knew this wasn’t true. If she hadn’t set her own plan in motion, the rest of this still would’ve played out mostly the same. Barnaby would’ve taken a shower after swimming. He always did. He probably would’ve played with himself, too. He was Barnaby. And a boy. The only major difference would’ve been where she and Blair were captured.

That made her think of something else. Anna felt a cold stab of dread. Barnaby was inevitably going to find out where the girls had been and what they were doing. She was sure Xena would inform him of this with gleeful malevolence. He was going to know they’d been spying on him during a very private moment. Considering his reaction to them seeing him pee, she doubted their friendship would survive. That was assuming any of them survived at all.

Xena walked up to Barnaby and took his penis between her thumb and forefinger. He gasped as she lifted it up for inspection. “Not very big. Stone’s is half the size of Rocco’s, and it’s still three times as big as yours.”

Stone was offended. “It’s bigger than half. We’ve measured.”

Barnaby gathered up enough courage to yell, “Let go of my dick.” He struggled, but Rocco forced his head down further till the boy was staring straight down at the floor.

Xena said, “That’s good. Hold him like that so he can watch what I do.”

She produced a plastic disposable razor and a can of shaving cream from somewhere within her layers of clothing.

“Rocco wanted me to bring a straight razor to do this so you’d be terrified I was going to cut off more than your hair. But I don’t threaten what I’m not going to do. I don’t bluff. Keep that in mind.”

She squatted down in front of Barnaby with her face only inches from his penis. “Besides, I don’t want to see fear on your face. I want to see soul crushing humiliation.”

Barnaby cried, “But, WHY?”

Xena applied a dollop of shaving cream onto his little patch of pubic hair. “That’s what’s so sad. You don’t even know.”

Barnaby started struggling as she brought the razor up. Rocco tightened his hold, making the boy yelp. Xena took his penis again, holding it by the head. She stretched it out till he yelped a second time.

“Behave yourself and I won’t hurt you.” She stopped pulling but didn’t release him.

Anna felt something stirring inside.The sight of her naked friend being held by that big thug… the tall goth girl squatting down right in front of his crotch in such forced personal proximity… holding his penis delicately but strongly… Barnaby’s expression of fear and humiliation at what was being done to him in front of his friends… it was almost too much. Anna felt faint.

She hated to admit it to herself, but she was aroused. When they’d spied on Barnaby in the shower, she’d felt a thrill at the sight of a naked boy pleasuring himself. That the boy was her friend made it so much better, so much more intimate. That she was inside his personal space without his knowledge made her feel powerful. But something was missing to make it perfect… that something was that look on Barnaby’s face she now saw as Xena tormented him, that window into his horrified humiliation. Secret power felt good, but true power was when the the person whose emotions you were violating was aware of what you were doing. Anna felt that power, and she was just a witness with no more control over the situation than Barnaby. What must it feel like to be Xena, the one in command? Anna had a taste of it before on Saturday mornings with the little blond Academy boy. And the taste was delicious. She wanted more. She wanted to be able to command her own personal attack dogs like Rocco and Stone. She wanted boys to fear her and pray they weren’t next on her menu as she passed them in the halls.

Anna mentally shook herself. THAT had been over the top. Watching Barnaby’s debasing ordeal was having a profound and worrisome effect on her. She’d have to analyze these disturbing thoughts later. At the moment there was the danger of more than just her friend being humiliated. The three of them were being held prisoners by a possibly psychotic goth girl and her two slavishly loyal henchmen.

As Xena started shaving him, the last of Barnaby’s composure broke. He started crying. “Please, please. Don’t. Don’t do this. Why? Why do you want to shave off my hair? This is crazy. Please don’t.”

Anna didn’t know what to do. Rocco had released her when he rushed over to seize Barnaby. She could’ve run and tried to get help. Everyone’s attention was on the the boy. They might not have even noticed she’d left. But there was still a strong chance they would’ve. If they did, she’d never be able to outrun Rocco or Stone. And when they caught her, what would they do? Xena might let them have their way with her. Even if she somehow managed to escape, she’d be leaving Barnaby and Blair with this trio of lunatics. Xena might take her anger at Anna’s escape out on them. And Barnaby’s prospects for the immediate future looked bad enough as it was.

Xena said, “You want to know why I’m doing this? Well, I’ll tell you. Did you know your daddy and a ‘consortium of business associates’ have bought this campground and all the land surrounding it? That’s miles and miles of forest. Forest that I happen to love. It’s where I get away from the world. It’s what makes all the crap bearable.”

She was shaving from the top, taking off just a little at a time. She absently rolled his penis head back and forth slightly between her fingers as she worked, making Barnaby squirm. Anna couldn’t see his face since Rocco had his head forced down towards the floor, but she could see tears dropping onto his bare stomach and legs. Some landed on Xena’s hands.

She continued, “Do you know what your daddy and his cohorts plan to do with the land?”

When Barnaby didn’t respond, Xena squeezed his penis head till he let out another yelp. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

Barnaby said wretchedly, “I thought it was a rhetorical question. No… no I don’t know what they plan to do. I didn’t even know Dad bought the land. I don’t know anything about his business.”

Xena worked her way down, getting closer to his penis. “You don’t know because you don’t want to know. You’re happy to reap the benefits of having a rich mommy and daddy, but you don’t want to be complicit by knowing how they get their illicit money.”

“My dad’s not some kind of crook. He made his money honestly.”

Xena reached the base of his penis, shaving off the last bit of hair. It hadn’t taken her very long. She laid the razor down and ran her fingers over the newly bare skin.

“Nice and smooth. Like a baby’s bottom. Not that I ever shaved a baby’s bottom. Anyway, as to what they plan to do with the land, they’re razing the forest to build a bunch of luxury homes. They’ll leave just enough trees to give the residents a little shade when they have their backyard barbecues. So… I did to you what your daddy’s going to do to these woods. I mowed everything down. That’s justice, right? Now, go wash off the shaving cream so everyone can admire your new makeover. Wash everything while you’re at it. Use soap. I can still smell that muddy lake water on you.”

Rocco released Barnaby with a whispered warning. The boy looked down at himself, then up at everyone else in the room, including Anna and Blair. The wounded look on his face at the loss of his hair was almost comical. He’d probably been very proud of what he’d grown down there. He crossed his hands over himself, as if everyone hadn’t already seen it all.

Xena said, “Shower. Now. Or should I have my boys march you over there and bathe you themselves. They won’t be too happy about that. Your more tender parts might suffer. They might even do what they’ve done to other boys your size in the showers. If it’s the end of the last class and the coach is gone, they let me into the locker room to watch. Don’t worry. I only let them do it to little entitled brats like you.” She took on a faraway look. “If we could just get into the Academy’s locker room… Oh, well. Maybe one day. As for you… you have about three seconds till I turn my boys loose on you. Maybe you even want it. Some of those other boys didn’t fight as hard as they could’ve.”

Barnaby glared at her. The hateful look couldn’t mask his fear. “I can do it myself.”

While he stood glumly under the shower spray with his back to the room, Xena addressed the girls directly for the first time. “Boys. My little brother was the same way. You had to badger him forever to get him to take a bath.”

Anna remembered Xena’s little brother. He’d died four years ago. He was Anna’s age, but hadn’t attended her school. He had some kind of chronic health issues, and his mother home schooled him. Even though Anna hadn’t known him very well, it still made her sad when he died. She suspected his death was part of what made Xena such a bitter person.

Stone said, “Xena, I don’t think he’s obeying you. He’s just standing there. You told him to take a proper shower.”

Anna didn’t think Stone was one to be pointing fingers. He looked and smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in a very long while.

Xena said, “I can see that. Barnaby’s a very naughty boy. Looks like someone’s going to have to bathe him like a baby.”

Barnaby spun around, slinging water everywhere. “No. I can do it. I’m doing it now.” He picked up the bottle of liquid soap, squirted some in his hand, and began smearing it all over his chest.

Xena told him, “Too late. But don’t worry. I’ve changed my mind. I won’t make the boys bathe you.” She looked over at Anna and Blair. “The girls have that privilege.”

Barnaby’s mouth dropped open. He certainly didn’t want Rocco and Stone to bathe him and whatever else they might do, but the thought of his friends doing it… his female friends… was just as horrifying in its own way. “Uh-UHHHH. No freaking way.”

Anna and Blair had their own objections.

Blair said, “He’s our friend. Don’t make us do that to him.”

Xena laughed. “Being your friend didn’t stop you two from watching him jerk it in the shower.”

Barnaby looked at the girls. “You… did you… no, you didn’t.., you saw me doing it... did you?”

The girls looked everywhere but at Barnaby. Blair was biting her bottom lip. Anna shuffled her feet.

Their refusal to answer was his answer. “Oh, my GOD. How… where… why?”

Xena laughed again. “How? Through a hole in the wall. We watched Anna scouting it out this morning. We’ve watched you three kids a lot. I’ve kept waiting for you to have a threesome in the grass. But you’ve remained disappointingly wholesome.

“Where? Right over there in the corner. My aunt used to work here. She put that hole there years ago. She’d watch the men taking showers every day. Little boys, too. She wasn’t picky. Aunt Joline had her problems, but she was good to me. She showed me the hole and all the wonderful sights on the other side when I was really young. I learned a lot about males by watching them over the years. Barnaby here isn’t the first one to jerk it when he thought he was alone. And some weren’t alone. They’d jerk their own and each other’s. And more. I learned from an early age that a male is nothing but a skin full of animal urges. Like my Rocco and Stone. Anything with a hole, right boys?

“And as for why? Well, I think that’s pretty obvious.”

She looked over at the girls. “I believe Anna got more out of it than Blair did. Right?”

Blair looked at her friend. “What does she mean?”

Xena said, “But enough of that. You two, go lather up your little boyfriend or I’ll make Rocco and Stone do it. And I’ll let then do whatever else they want while they’re at it.”

Barnaby wasn’t happy, but he stood passively while the girls rubbed liquid soap all over his body. Xena had Anna take the back while Blair did his front. She told them not to worry. They’d get to switch sides. Everyone would touch everything. And she watched them like a hawk to make sure they DID touch everything. Sometimes over and over. The more personal parts of the boy’s body were going to be squeaky clean.

Barnaby was trembling and silently crying. His palpable humiliation kept worming its way into the darker areas of Anna’s psyche. Even as she felt horrible for subjecting him to the degrading act of being bathed in front of an audience, she also felt the excitement of the power she had over the boy. Xena had granted her that power. And to Blair, too, of course. But as Xena had sensed, only Anna could truly appreciate it.

Anna’s hands were gliding over Barnaby’s slick, soapy buttocks. As one hand slid deep between them, a shudder rippled through him. In a small voice, he said, “No, please.”

Anna couldn’t help herself. Her hand slid deeper, sliding forward till she reached his ballsack.

Xena was right behind her, looking over her shoulder. She said, “That’s it. Hold it in your hand. Feel his balls inside it.”

Barnaby tried to pull away with a convulsive jolt. He collided with Blair in front of him where she was was rubbing soap into his abdomen.

Xena reacted immediately. “Do that again and it’ll be Rocco who has your balls in his hand. And he might squeeze them till they pop.”

Barnaby stammered, “It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to do it. This is all just so… I can’t take it.”

Rocco spoke up. “You’ll take a lot more… right up the ass… if you don’t do what Xena says.”

That reminded Anna of their precarious situation. She tried to put thoughts of power and control out of her mind. She’d just do what Xena said and maybe this would all be over soon. She DID feel Barnaby’s balls in their sack, though. That was one of the things Xena told her to do, so she had no choice. Right?

While she was doing this, her fingertips brushed against the underside of Barnaby’s penis. It felt firm. She realized he was getting an erection again. Even in such untenable circumstances, a boy could take four female hands running all over his slippery body for only so long without responding.

Anna could see Blair staring down at Barnaby’s midsection. Her eyes were wide. She looked up at Anna and mouthed silently, “He’s getting hard.”

Barnaby let out a long moan of misery. But he didn’t move again, except to continue quivering with emotion.

Anna slid her hand back out from between his legs. She rubbed around his buttocks one more time. They were so round and firm and slick. She told herself to stop thinking like that. Then she squatted down to work on his legs. She couldn’t help looking up to see the ballsack she’d just fondled hanging inches away. Suds dripped from it. She wrenched her eyes away and started running her hands up and down his legs.

She heard Xena tell Blair, “Ah ah ahhhh. You skipped a part. That needs cleaning, too.”

Blair sounded like she was about to cry. “But it’s his… his dick. I can’t touch him there. This is wrong. We were wrong to watch him earlier. But this is worse. So much worse.”

“What’s worse is what my boys will do to him if you don’t give his dick a thorough cleaning.”

Blair said, “Barnaby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry we watched you. And I’m sorry for this…”

The boy almost lurched back into Anna, but managed to stop himself. He gasped out, “Ohhhhh. Oh, my God.”

Xena told Barnaby, “Hard to believe you’re not used to girls touching it. I thought you rich boys made the servant girls do all your depraved bidding.”

Barnaby said in a shuddery voice, “I don’t make the servants do anything. And I don’t do anything depraved.”

Xena asked, “What do you call jerking off in the men’s shower room?” She turned her attention back to Blair. “And YOU. You’re hardly touching it. Get a grip on it. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

Blair wailed, “It’ll make him cum. I don’t want to make Barnaby cum. Not against his will.”

Anna thought about how Barnaby wasn’t the only victim of emotional assault in the room. Blair was being traumatized, too. She also thought about how her own state wasn’t nearly as fraught as her friends’. Her other feelings… her secret excitement… acted as a buffer.

Barnaby was unconsciously making slight thrusting motions with his hips as Blair handled him. Anna watched his buttocks clench together with each push.

Xena announced, “Ok, that’s enough. Can’t have him doing it too soon. Soap the front of his legs, then you girls switch. I’m sure Anna wants her turn on the other side.”

Barnaby, in a quavering voice, said, “I think I’m clean now. I think it’s enough. Can I rinse off in the shower and go home? I won’t say anything to anybody. I promise.”

Xena told Blair to move, then took her place in front of Barnaby. She leaned down almost nose to nose and said, “I’m glad you mentioned going home. Do you know why?”

Barnaby shook his head.

“Because YOU have a home to go to. A big, beautiful mansion at that. As for ME, soon I won’t. Again, do you know why? No, of course you don’t. You don’t WANT to know. I’ll tell you anyway. Soon, my home won’t be there anymore. Your daddy and his pals weren’t happy with just raping the woods. They bought the factory, then closed it down and put all those people out of work, including my step-father. Then they bought out the apartments where I live. Where my mother lives. Where my step-father lives. Where my old grandma lives. And my family isn’t rich like yours. We can’t find another place we can afford. We may end up out on the street. That rat infested, roach motel of an apartment building was CRAP, but it was all we had. Now it’s going to be a fashion boutique and a designer pizza joint and probably a coffee shop. And I won’t even be able to go there and buy one of their overpriced lattes because I’m not rich like YOU.”

She turned to Anna. “Get over here and squirt him down with the rest of the soap. I want to see some real lather action. Make it look good for the cameras.”

Cameras? Anna looked around in a panic. And there was Rocco and Stone, cell phones out and recording. They were stationed widely apart to get the action from two different angles. As she stared at them in dismay, Rocco smiled and raised a hand to wave at her.

Barnaby’s reaction to discovering his unexpectedly assisted bath time was being captured on video was more pronounced. He let out a shriek and crouched down, covering his soapy boy parts with his hands.

Xena remarked dryly, “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? And if you’re worried about the boys and me getting in trouble for taking illicit images of your little naked self, we’ll be editing ourselves out before we upload it. Anna and Blair will still be in the picture, though. Sorry, girls. But that’s what you get for being friends with a snobby rich kid who doesn’t give a shit about all the people he thinks are beneath him. You should’ve cut him loose when everyone else did.”

Blair said, “Barnaby’s not like that. I’ll admit, he has his moments. How could he not when he’s surrounded by all that money. But he comes to his senses every time. And he doesn’t look down on people for not being rich. He’s friends with US.”

Xena was unimpressed. “He’s just slumming, honey. As for YOU…” She looked at Barnaby. “Don’t even think about telling anyone about this. There’s going to be a whole lot of kids with your videos on their phones and computers. Practically your entire old school. If you talk, they just have to hit their upload buttons and your viewership will increase exponentially. How’s that for a big word? And I didn’t even learn it at a big, fancy school. So, unless you want to go nationwide, you’ll keep your mouth shut. And beyond that particular consequence, you’ll have to deal with Rocco and Stone. What’s happening now… and what’s GOING to happen… will be nothing compared to what they’ll do if I let them off the leash. Now, stand up straight, put your hands on your head, and let little Miss Anna give you a nice, soapy rubdown. There’s a good boy. Blair, you see if Anna missed anything on his backside.“

While Anna was rubbing her hands over his shoulders, Barnaby quietly asked, “Do you think she’ll really send the videos to everyone?”

Anna told him, “You’ve seen what she’s like. Do you really doubt it?”

“I can’t even bear thinking about it. It’s awful enough that you and Blair and that psycho and her pet punks are watching me like this. Now, every kid I’ve ever known, and way more than that, are going to see me…” He let out a little sob.

When he started speaking again, his voice had changed. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you and Blair were spying on me naked in the shower. And… and doing it. God. Why would you humiliate me like that? We’re friends.”

Anna said, “You weren’t supposed to be humiliated. You weren’t ever supposed to know we were there. And tell the truth. If you had a chance to spy on US, what would you do?”

Barnaby looked away and said even more quietly, “I don’t know.”

Xena’s voice boomed out. “Barnaby, shut your mouth. When I want to hear what you have to say, I’ll pull your string. You know, the one you were pulling earlier in the shower. And Anna, do his stinky armpits now.”

With his hands on his head, Barnaby’s underarms were fully exposed. When Anna’s hands slid over them, he flinched. She rubbed up and down that area a few more times, listening to his breathing quicken. She wondered if his armpits were sensitive for him in a sexy kind of way. Boys were weird.

Blair made her way down to his bottom at about the same time as Anna reached his groin. Barnaby’s penis had never completely lost its erection, but it HAD softened slightly so that it drooped towards the floor. With both girls working on his private areas, it stood up again.

Anna heard Xena’s voice. “Good. Got that in closeup. Everyone loves a fighter that won’t stay down.”

Anna looked over to see Xena with her cell phone out, too. She and her boys were capturing the action from three different angles now. Anna thought about what it was going to be like in school when the videos went viral. She and Blair were in them right along with Barnaby. They weren’t naked like him, but it was still going to be degrading. Would anyone still associate with her after this? She and Blair had already lost a lot of their friends when they wouldn’t abandon Barnaby. Blair had told her, “Fuck ‘em. They must not have been very good friends to begin with.” Anna agreed, but it still hurt.

Barnaby was doing that hip thrusting thing again. Anna was sliding one hand along his penis while the other worked his ballsack. She kept trying to ignore the part of her that was loving this. She unexpectedly encountered one of Blair’s hands deep down between his legs. They both had a hand around the boy’s balls. Barnaby was moaning, in misery or pleasure or both. Anna and Blair both leaned to the side to look at each as their slick, soapy hands slid over and around his balls and each other. Their fingers intertwined in a slippery embrace.

Barnaby broke that strange moment by crying out, “Oh, oh, oh.”

Xena said, “Anna, keep working his dick. But step to the side unless you want him impregnating your pants.”

Anna almost didn’t make it. A jet of semen shot by her just as she moved. She instinctively started pumping him, sending more spattering to the floor. Barnaby’s hip thrusts had become a bucking motion. His threw his head back and clenched his teeth, letting a long wordless sound through.

Stone said, “Did you get the money shot in closeup?”

Xena sounded insulted. “Of course. You girls, move out of the picture. I want all three of us to capture the exhausted stud basking in the afterglow.”

As the girls backed away, Barnaby looked at Xena and said unhappily, “There’s more. It’s not all out yet.”

“Then work it out. Surely you rich kids have to do SOMETHING for yourselves every now and then.”

Barnaby let out a miserable sigh, then took his penis in hand and self-consciously squeezed out a few more dribbles. Then he dropped his hand and started crying in earnest.

Xena and her goons put their phones away long enough to give the boy a round of applause. Then they took them up again as he stood under the shower to wash off all the soap.

“Make sure you get all the soap out from between your legs. The girls were having their own little sudsy rendezvous in there.”

Anna groaned. How much of that was going to be in the videos?

Once all the soap was rinsed off… Xena thoroughly checked the boy everywhere to make sure. Barnaby asked timidly if he could get dressed.

Xena said, “Certainly not. This wasn’t the show. This was just the backstage preparations. We needed to make sure you were presentable for your audience. And we got you all nice and clean just in time. They should be arriving right about now.”

Barnaby’s face turned white. Anna was shocked, too. Like him, she’d assumed it was over. Xena and her boys had completely humiliated the boy. And they’d insured he’d continue to be humiliated for years to come with the videos. Then she remembered Xena saying, “What’s happening now… and what’s GOING to happen…” She knew then it was FAR from over.

Rocco and Stones grabbed Barnaby, one to each arm, and started marching him towards the door. Barnaby struggled and wailed, “What about my clothes. You can’t take me outside naked. You can’t do this.”

Rocco said, “And yet, we are.”

Xena added, “You can’t stop it, Barnaby. Money can’t buy you out of everything, no matter how rich your are. Shocking, I know.”

She went ahead and held the door open. Looking back at Anna and Blair, who were still processing the sight of Barnaby being dragged outside without his clothes, Xena said, “You, too, girls.”

As they followed reluctantly, Blair whispered to Anna, “They’re taking him OUTSIDE. Naked. OUTSIDE.”

Anna understood her friend’s disbelief. Even though the events in the shower room had been extraordinary, they had still been within a natural setting for a boy to be naked. It was a shower room. People took their clothes off there. But outside was entirely different. People weren’t normally naked outdoors. Barnaby was going to be bare to the world.


The woods.

Through the open door, Anna could see quite a number of boys and girls standing around waiting. More were arriving. She recognized most of who she saw. She went to school with them. Many were in the eighth grade like her, but some were younger, some older. The high school as well as the junior high was well represented.

Rocco and Stone dragged the kicking and screaming Barnaby by her and out the door. The growing crowd released a loud, prolonger cheer. There was applause, catcalls. A lot of these kids had been friends or good acquaintances with Barnaby till three years ago. Now they were exulting in his very public humiliation. Their eyes held such a malevolent glee, Anna could imagine the same expressions on their faces if Barnaby was about to be fed to the lions in the Roman Colosseum. Where did this barbarous animosity come from? Barnaby had done nothing to these kids. Anna could only think he’d become the focus for all their resentments and jealousies, the scapegoat for everything they felt was wrong in their lives.

When they were all outside, Barnaby continued to struggle and scream. Anna wished he’d stop. He was only making the exhibition Xena had made of him worse. All that twisting and jerking around was making his penis and ballsack flop around like crazy. And the cell phone cameras were recording every bit of it.

Someone shouted, “Hey, Barnaby. I thought you were thirteen. Still no dick hair? What a loser.”

A girl called out, “He looks like he’s ten years old.”

Barnaby screamed, “Why are you doing this to me? I never did anything to any of you.”

Someone screamed right back at him, “You decided you were better than us.”

“My dad made a lot of money. We moved to a new house. They put me in a new school. If it happened to your family, you’d do the same thing. I didn’t make any of those decisions.”

A boy who’d been one of Barnaby’s friends said, “You turned your back on us. We weren’t good enough for you anymore.”

Barnaby’s despair turned to anger. He yelled, “YOU turned your back on ME. You and all the other guys wouldn’t answer my calls. I came to your house more than once and your mother said you weren’t home. I could tell she was lying for you.”

Anna hadn’t known Barnaby had any idea why he’d been ghosted. Now she could see all the anger and hurt, and could tell he’d been living with it for three years without saying anything. She felt a rage blossom within her for her friend. She wished she could turn that rage on the crowd like a flamethrower and burn them all to the ground.

Blair screamed at the mob, “This is insane. You’re all insane. Barnaby is no different than any of us.”

Xena spoke up for the first time since leaving the shower room. Her voice was tight with barely contained fury. “This brat isn’t anything like me. We have NOTHING in common. NOTHING. He’s rich. He doesn’t have to worry about the problems that plague us every minute of every day. He doesn’t have to worry about finding a place to live that isn’t under a goddamned bridge. He doesn’t have to worry about… about not being able to afford proper healthcare.”

She turned to address Blair directly. “Do you know why my little brother died?”

Blair steeped back, startled. “He… he was sick all his life, wasn’t he? I assume he died from it.”

“He died because we weren’t rich. Because we couldn’t afford the best hospital, the best doctors. I looked it up. He could’ve survived. There were treatments. But they cost money we didn’t have. My baby brother was murdered by the rich. For the price of one of their fucking Ferraris, any of them could’ve saved his life. But they don’t care. He was a peon. An NPC. Nothing.”

A girl in the crowd yelled, “Enough of the soap opera. Let’s get on with the show.”

Xena gritted her teeth, then gave a signal. Rocco and Stone leaned down and grabbed Barnaby behind his knees, pulling them up and lifting him high so they could carry him butt-first closer to the crowd. There was more cheering and applause. Barnaby started a long, wordless scream as he thrashed about. But as the kids swarmed closer, cell phones in hand, the awful awareness of what they were seeing and recording overwhelmed him. His voice stopped mid-squall. The fight left his muscles and he collapsed back into the bigger boys’ ruthless embrace.

A kid from the crowd yelled, “Yep. Just another rich asshole.” There was a wave of of raucous laughter.

Xena was instructing the mob. “Be orderly. Let everyone have their chance to get their own commemorative image. If you bend down a bit, you can get his butthole, balls, and face all in the same shot.”

After Xena had determined everyone member of the mob had that particular ignominious image, she took Anna and Blair each by the arm and walked them over to stand in front of Barnaby. “Take a look at your buddy. Take a GOOD look.” She released their arms and grabbed them behind their necks to force their faces closer, only inches away from all that was being forcibly revealed. Barnaby moaned, “Noooo…”

“Little Barnaby here thinks he has some kind of elevated existence. That he’s more than us mere mortals. Well, you can see he has all the same vulgar parts as everyone else.”

Anna said, “The only thing vulgar here is you, your mindless minions, and this crowd of scumbags.”

Multiple kids let loose with an, “Oooooooooooo…”

Another, hoping for even more of a show, said, “Are you going to let her get away with that?”

Xena said, “Actually… yes. I admire someone who stands by her friend. Even when her friend doesn’t deserve it.”

She took the girls by the arms again and steered them towards the path around the lake. “Boys, you can put him down now. Make him walk on his own two feet. He’s going to start thinking you’re his servants. The rest of you, follow on behind. Be sure to get some video of that precious little bottom as he proceeds to the, um… climax… of the day. And speaking of video, remember to use the app in the link I sent all of you. Blur out everybody else’s faces before you upload anything. The only ones that are going to be identifiable are Richie Rich and his two little groupies.”

The trip around the lake seemed to last forever. Kids kept running up and smacking Barnaby on his bare butt. He yelped the first few times, but then bit his bottom lip and refused to make a sound for subsequent smacks, even as they became more emphatic. Anna was proud of him.

The group passed the spot where the trio stashed their bicycles and continued on into the trees. When they reached Barnaby’s personal tree, Xena called for a stop.

“You all are on sacred ground. This is Barnaby’s altar to bodily fluids.”

Anna was startled. How did Xena know about that? Then she remembered the older girl mentioning something about watching the three of them a lot. The statement hadn’t really registered with her before, but now she felt even more unsettled. This day had been a long time in planning. Xena and her pet thugs had been stalking them for an extended period.

Xena produced an iPad from within her layers of clothing. “You can come up in groups of ten to see. You WILL remain orderly.” Anna had no doubt they would. Xena could control a slavering mob with just her words.

They were deep enough into the trees that sunlight didn’t wash out the screen. Everything was clearly visible. “We used a friend’s digital camera and a tripod for these. It can zoom in to almost infinity. We had to be WAY away from little Barnaby while he was taking care of business so we wouldn’t get caught.”

Anna and Blair watched with the first group. Xena made them watch with every group after. There were well over a dozen clips of Barnaby arriving at his tree, pulling it out, and urinating. Xena would zoom in on the action each time his stream started so the boy’s penis would fill the screen. Someone commented, “It sure looks a lot bigger in the movies.”

The second group of videos were wider shots of him whirling it around to make patterns in the air as he’d done when Anna and Blair ambushed him. She felt a renewed surge of shame at that. Everyone laughed at his silly pee-time antics. Barnaby groaned in anguish as his private moments were aired for the crowd.

Then came the third group… the ones on the days the boy became aroused after their trips to the cabins. Barnaby tried to escape when he realized what was about to be shown. Rocco and Stone secured him between them, arms locked into his own. He begged Xena, “No, no. Please.” Over and over. Her scowl almost morphed into a smile as she watched the naked and thoroughly shamed boy pleading before the hungry crowd.

These new videos were divided into two sub-groups. In the first, he was fully clothed. He’d frantically pull it out, sometimes having to unbutton his jeans to maneuver it awkwardly in its already hardened state. He’d spit into his hand and start desperately stroking himself till he shot semen all over the bark of his tree. In some, his loosened jeans would fall down to his knees or ankles while he worked, making him look foolish and laughable. The second sub-group showed him on the days he was in his swimsuit. On these occasions he would pull it all the way down and kick it aside so he could masterbate fully nude. While one hand concentrated on his penis, he’d use the other to rub his chest and stomach and reach down to cup and squeeze his ballsack. In some he reached around behind to fondle his bottom. In the last one he explored that area deeper with a saliva-soaked finger, obviously probing himself in a very personal place. He had a contemplative look on his face. Anna had the impression they were watching him experiment to see what he didn’t or didn’t like as many boys his age did. But they usually did it in private, or with someone of their choosing. Their secret testing of their own boundaries wasn’t broadcast for the masses.

These were an even bigger hit with the crowd than the previous videos. Especially that last one. Xena assured everyone they’d all get copies. Barnaby’s legs gave out and he sagged in the arms of his captors. They released him, letting him fall to his knees.

Xena leaned down and patted him on the head. “Don’t worry, little guy. There’s just one more stop on our excursion through your perversion.”

Blair shouted, “YOUR perversion, you mean.” She turned to the crowd. “There’s nothing Barnaby has done on those videos that any of you other boys haven’t. You’ve all played with yourself. You’ve all checked out other parts of your body. I’d bet a lot of you have checked out parts of other boys’ bodies, too. RIGHT?”

Many of the boys looked uncomfortable. The girls laughed and started teasing them. Xena didn’t like attention being turned away from her victim. “Everybody, quiet.” She looked at Blair. “You’re just proving my point. Rich boys like Barnaby think they’re above the crowd. They’re so much better than everyone else. But they’re hypocrites, because they’re no different than the people they look down on.”

Blair didn’t flinch. “So, if Barnaby is the same as everyone else, then you DO have something in common with him, after all.”

Xena stepped up to Blair and hissed, “Watch it, you little bitch. You’re one step away from getting the same treatment as your boyfriend.”

Anna had to intervene. “This bunch, as heartless as they’re being to Barnaby, wouldn’t let you do this to a girl. For a whole lot of them, that would be way over the line. Mainly the other girls, but a few of the boys wouldn’t allow it either.”

Xena surveyed the mob. She conceded, “Yes, you’re right. But as long as I’m doing it to a boy, I’ll do it all. And when I’m finished, I’ll let them do it all, too. I was going to let him go after the next event. But I think I’ll let his audience show him their appreciation for his performance firsthand. I’m going to toss the boy into the crowd and see if anything’s left when they’re through with him.” She looked at Blair. “And it’s all because of YOU. What a good friend you are.”

After Xena turned away and ordered Rocco and Stone to get Barnaby onto his feet, Anna whispered to Blair, “Don’t believe her. Whatever she’s going to do, or let all of them do, she planned from the beginning. She’s just trying to get to you.”

They all went deeper into the woods, further than Anna, Blair, or Barnaby had ever ventured.

Xena finally stopped by a huge fallen tree. “Richie Rich has his own personal tree. This is mine. I don’t fertilize it like he does his. There’s no need. It’s dead. I think that’s why I like it.”

Anna wondered if this was the tree Xena sat on while she watched her pets wrestle each other in dog collars and nothing else. Anna had no doubt the time the trio was observed by the foolishly indiscreet boy was only one of many. Xena liked the feeling of power. And getting these two muscular boys to debase themselves for her pleasure… and for the further pleasure the loser provided… had to be an intensely satisfying demonstration of that power. Just as what she was doing to poor Barnaby fed that ravenous need. The world made Xena feel powerless… she lost her brother, she was losing her home… and she was driven to prove the world wrong.

Xena walked up to a hole in the dried, dead bark. It looked too perfectly circular to be natural. She saw Anna assessing it. “Yes, we helped it along. It was already there, but it needed some adjustments for my purpose.”

She pulled a metal tube out of that seemingly bottomless storage vault within her drapery. She held it up for the crowd to see. Anna had no idea what it was, but apparently there were some who did. There was laughter from disparate parts of the gathering, and whispering as those in the know explained its purpose to others.

Xena announced, “I… borrowed… this from my cheesedick of a step-father. After my mother got sick of his unwashed ass writhing on top of her, she cut him off forever. This is what he resorted to. This is a masterbator. A deluxe model. It has a soft, textured, realistic feeling silicone sleeve, ten vibration modes and four suction modes. Step-daddy gives it quite a workout. Every goddamned night. Mom escapes to the couch while he does it, so I can’t even go out there to get some sleep. I have to listen to him moaning and gasping and grunting while it makes different mechanical noises for every option. It must be like fucking a robot. At least it keeps him out of my room.”

She pushed a button on the tube. There was a high-pitched vibrating sound. She carried it over to the fallen tree and forced it down into the hole till only about half an inch protruded from the surface. Anna now knew where this was going. She felt sick.

Xena addressed Barnaby. “A dutiful son should follow in his father’s footsteps. Since your daddy has screwed these woods, I think you should do it, too. Come on over here, young man.”

The crowd moved in closer. People were checking the storage space on their phones. Barnaby cried, “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I thought shaving my hair was already a metaphor for what Dad’s doing to the woods.”

Stone said, “That’s a simile.”

Rocco looked disgusted. “It’s an allegory, you moron.”

Xena said impatiently, “Whatever it is, it wasn’t enough. I want to see a physical representation. I want to see it acted out like in a play. I want to see young Barnaby stick his dick in that tree and screw it till the batteries run down. And the batteries are lithium-ion, brand new and freshly charged. Rocco only shoplifts the very best. By the time Mr. Masterbator sputters to a stop, that little rich boy wienie will be worn down to a nub.”

Stone poked Barnaby in the back. “Move it before we move you.”

After glancing around the crowd, perhaps hoping for help, Barnaby slowly stepped up to the ominous hole. He stared down at it with despair.

Xena draped an arm casually across his shoulders and squeezed him to her. “Just think of it as your first time with an ‘almost’ woman. You’ll be an ‘almost’ man when you’re through. And if the sounds step-daddy makes are any indication, you’re in for a hell of a ride. The downside to it being pre-tested and approved is that the nasty scumbag apparently never cleans it out. I looked inside. It isn’t pretty. You’re not just getting sloppy seconds. You’re getting thirds, fourths, fifths, and on and on. At least you won’t catch any STDs. This is the only thing he sticks his dick in anymore. The only woman who’d climb in the sack with that disgusting dirty slob of a man would be a crack whore desperate for her next fix, and step-daddy doesn’t even have a penny to pay for it. It may be nasty in there, but it’s disease-free.”

Barnaby said wretchedly, “You’re not selling this very well.”

Xena used her arm to force him down to his knees. “I don’t need to. You need to do what I say. And I say stick it in. If my boys have to grab it and force it in, they’ll be very unhappy. They don’t like handling any dicks besides their own. They may take turns doing you while you do the tree.”

Stone held up his hand and said, “Ummmm… not in front of a crowd, Xena. Ok?”

Rocco agreed. “I thought the only one getting exposed today was the kid.”

Xena let out a huge sign. “It was an empty threat, you idiots. A bluff. And now you’ve ruined it. If he doesn’t do it, you can beat the shit out of him. Happy?”

Rocco said, “Beating the shit out of people makes me VERY happy.”

Xena looked down where Barnaby was kneeling before the hole. “Now that THAT’S settled, are you going to start doing it? Or should I turn the boys loose on you? You’re wasting battery power.

The crowd had spread out all around the tree. Barnaby had observers in back of him, in front, and on both sides.

The boy looked up at Xena, imploring. “Please. I can’t. It’s not even hard.”

“Then you better MAKE it hard. Think of whatever does it for you. Maybe a threesome with your little girlfriends?”

Barnaby recoiled at the suggestion. “GROSS.” He looked over at the girls. “No offense. It’s just I’ve known you all my life. You’re almost like sisters to me.”

Blair said, “I understand. No offense taken.”

Xena was unimpressed. “Oh, isn’t that sweet.” Her voice changed. “Get it hard and stick it in NOW, or Rocco does what makes him happy. I’d like to send you back without any bruises and broken bones to have to explain, but if that’s what it takes…” She left it open-ended.

Producing a little bottle of lube from her clothing, she said, “Here’s something to help. Hold out your hand.”

Once Barnaby had a generous amount in his palm, Xena squirted the remainder into her own hand. She stuck her fingers into the silicone sleeve to lubricate it. “Wow. That DOES feel realistic.” The crowd tittered.

Xena surprised Barnaby… and everyone else… by reaching down between his legs and sliding her slick fingers around his penis. He almost jumped to his feet, but she forced him back down with her other hand on his shoulder. She stroked him a few more times, then released it. “That should prime the pump. Slime it up with what I gave you, then get started.”

Barnaby fondled and tugged on himself for a while before it started to respond. He finally managed to coax it into a full erection. The many cell phones were recording the process. He placed one hand on the tree and used the other to guide himself into the waiting hole. He gasped as he came into contact with the vibrating, sucking silicone.

Xena told him, “Now lean all the way over the tree and let it do its thing.”

Barnaby lay over the rough bark, his hands hanging over the other side. The hole was far enough up the circumference of the fallen tree that his bottom was his highest point, making him look even more undignified. He was talking to himself… or maybe the masterbator… saying, “Oh man. Oh… oh… oh, wow. Oh, man.” His hips started thrusting, even though that probably wasn’t necessary. From the look of wonder on his face, the masterbator was doing a sufficient job all by itself.

The boy lasted for about five minutes before his eyes widened in alarm. He had been off in his own private world, but the approaching orgasm brought him back to the truly awful reality… he was naked, having sex with a tree, humping it with his bottom in the air, and all before a crowd of kids recording every moment on their phones. Just as he started to push himself away and maybe make a run for it, the orgasm hit.

Barnaby howled and collapsed, thrusting furiously. The crowd cheered him on. This climax was obviously much more intense than what he’d had in the shower room. When it was over, he tried to pull out, but Rocco and Stone were ready for that. They stood on either side of him. Rocco leaned down and said, “Xena told you to leave it in till the batteries run down.”

Barnaby burst into tears, but kept his penis inside the machine.

The day wore on. The crowd was uncharacteristically silent as they watched the boy writhing on top of the tree through multiple orgasms. He was sweating heavily. He looked like he’d just been through another shower. He kept up a running line of varied sounds… pleasure, pain, humiliation, agony, ecstasy. Sometime words were distinguishable. “Please.” “Oh, God.” “Somebody help me.” “It’s too sensitive. I can’t stand it.” “How long do these batteries last?”

Rocco and Stone had to keep forcing him down when the overload of unbearable physical bliss became too much. They weren’t happy about it.

Stone grumbled, “This is NOT how I thought the day would go. Holding some kid’s sweaty butt down while HE gets all the jollies. And a LOT of them at that.”

Rocco told him, “Don’t worry. Someday soon we’ll be the ones sweating it up while we plug HIS hole.”

Xena said absently, “Only if I tell you to.”

Rocco looked at her resentfully.

It had gotten impossible to tell when Barnaby was experiencing an orgasm anymore. Everything ran together into one long, excruciating sexual ordeal.

Anna and Blair finally couldn’t take it anymore. They begged Xena to make it stop. Anna said, “It’s going to hurt him. Permanently. It’s too much. Look at him.”

“Oh, I am. And do you know what I see? A spoiled little rich brat who’s learning that actions have consequences.”

Anna exploded. “What actions? He didn’t do anything. He didn’t buy out the campsite and the factory and the woods and your apartment building. He’s just a freaking kid. His dad did all that.”

Xena said calmly, “I can’t touch his dad. I’m just a kid, too. Daddy’s beyond my control. Little Mr. Barnaby isn’t. I take what I can get. And by the way, I didn’t mention it before… but I brought more batteries.”

Anna screamed, “Goddamn, you’re a bitch. You always have been. And you DO have something in common with Barnaby. Do you know what it is? Dale. Your BROTHER.”

Xena’s eyes turned colder than normal. She said, “You’d better be very careful what comes out of your mouth.”

“I don’t care anymore. Did you know Barnaby’s family lived right down the road from your apartment? His mother would take him to the park around the corner from there every Sunday. Your mother took Dale there, the same day every week. That’s where they met. Barnaby would tell me how they’d play together. How they became friends. He said Dale was weak and couldn’t play on any of the equipment. So they’d do card games. Or board games. Or just sit and talk. Dale told him how he always tried to get you to play with him. But you were so moody. You never had time for him. You’d tell him to get lost, you had things to do. Apparently, those things involved sitting in your room with your earphones on shutting out the world. And that world included Dale.

“You want to put Dale’s death on someone. Anyone. You’ve chosen Barnaby. But the only thing Barnaby did was make Dale’s life a little less miserable. Something YOU should’ve been doing as his sister. But you were too self-obsessed. I understand why you’re so bitter. You feel guilty. But you were just a kid back then, too. You did what kids do. You weren’t a monster then. But you ARE one now.”

The crowd was silent. Xena included. The only sounds were the mechanical motor and Barnaby’s moaning. Anna held her breath, waiting for Xena to order to her attack dogs to attack. When the goth girl spoke, it was almost too quietly to hear.

“I knew he had a friend. His only friend, really. There were no other kids in the apartment building. And he didn’t go to school. So the boy at the park was it. I never bothered to even ask what his name was.”


The aftermath.

As the crowd dispersed, most complained about their amusement being cut short. They’d been promised individual sessions with their own personal plaything after the show. They’d been denied.

Xena tried to contain the videos. She gave orders that all cell phones were to be immediately turned over to Rocco and Stone. Anyone who objected would feel their wrath. And the boys were feeling very wrathful indeed. Their amusement had been cut short, too. After the phones were collected, the boys called up each owner individually and personally supervised the deletion of the images, from the photo galleries and the ‘recently deleted’ folders. Still, many of the videos, the ones that had been instantly sent to the cloud, managed to slip through the net. Practically everyone at school has them. Even Anna and Blair… but just to be aware of what was shown. And what was shown was everything. And then some. There were no questions left unanswered about what Barnaby looked like naked, masterbating, and having sex with trees. The girls told each other they’d deleted the images after checking them out. Anna wasn’t sure of Blair’s honesty. She was sure Blair was just as suspicious of her.

Xena warned that if any videos spread any farther than the student body, she’d find out and track down the guilty parties. Anna had no real hope this threat would completely contain Barnaby’s exposure, even coming from someone as feared as Xena and her dogs. The boy was always going to wonder and worry who’d seen him in his most inglorious moments. Anna had to admit Xena tried. But since the existence of the images was her fault to begin with, that didn’t count for a lot.

Anna thought she might see some changes in Xena, but nothing was outwardly apparent. She was still goth. Still surly. Still flanked by her minions. But tales of her disproportionately wicked acts upon anyone who’d crossed her in some way had lessened. But hadn’t ceased entirely.

Rocco and Stone were still terrors on their own. The boys shower at school still wasn’t a safe place to be. Anna hoped once the boys were out of high school, the rules of the wider world would clamp down on them. Maybe they’d find out they weren’t the biggest and toughest guys in the prison showers.

Anna lost a lot of friends after that day, all of them by her own choice. If they’d showed up at the campsite, she wanted nothing to do with them. She acknowledged her own guilt, too. So did Blair. They dealt with it by doing what they could to help Barnaby through his emotional turmoil that day left him with.

Anna also stopped attending the weekly sessions with the little blond Academy boy. Part of her missed the unhealthy thrill she got watching his poor wretched face as he was put through ever more inventive activities… some of which she’d thought of herself and participated in. But she couldn’t hold Xena and the others to account for what she was guilty of herself. She couldn’t help what she desired, but she could control what she did.

As for Barnaby, he never again gave them reason to address him as LORD Barnaby. And he placed a few phone calls to some government agencies, resulting in the wooded lands just south of town being designated as a nature preserve for all the rare species of flora and fauna. His father used his connections to find out who’d stymied his grand plans, only to discover the perpetrator lived in his own house. Daddy wan’t happy. At all. But he loved his son and got past it.

Barnaby couldn’t save the apartment house, but he did convince his mother that founding a local organization to help underprivileged families would look good for their own family’s image. He suggested Xena’s as a start. And NOT for Xena’s sake. He did it for her mother, who had always brought homemade cookies to the park for Dale to share with his friend.

The covert war between the townies and the Academy kids continued, and even escalated. Barnaby left anonymous notes on the Academy students’ unofficial online message board telling of the embarrassing atrocities committed by the townies. He revealed no names, but as anger mounted, many of his fellow students started coming forward to admit what had been done to them. Including the little blond boy. Kids didn’t deserve such treatment merely for the sin of having wealthy families. Barnaby persuaded the others to only target the aggressors and not stoop to their level by assaulting the innocent.

After too many bodies on both sides had been forcibly bared, in person and online, a truce was called. Skirmishes still broke out occasionally, but overall the armistice has held.

A few of Barnaby’s former friends… who hadn’t attended campground day… got in touch to express their condolences for what he’d been subjected to. They ended up meeting at the malt shop in town. Barnaby invited Anna and Blair along. While they were there, a couple of other girls came over to say hello and tell him how horrible they thought it was, too. One shyly apologized for watching his videos, but had to say she found him very cute. All of him. After he finished blushing, Barnaby assured her his hair had been shaved off prior to being dragged out before the group. She told him she’d already figured that out. He looked too good to be a hairless little boy. Anna could see a future for those two.

As for herself, she was going to do a lot of self-reflection. There was that part of her that found enjoyment in what the rest of her was horrified by. She couldn’t ignore it, but neither did she want to nurture it. One day she’d figure out a compromise.

Before that day came, she briefly put that side of her nature to good use by giving Barnaby suggestions on what to do with the offending townies the Academy boys caught. Her plans were so ruthless, and her victims so horrifically humiliated, she was instrumental in the truce being called.

Admitting to herself she was a mix of good and bad, Anna thought that one day she might be able to forgive Xena and her dogs for what they’d done to Barnaby. But she doubted it. And plans for retribution were forming in her head almost on their own.