The Final Week

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

Comments may be sent to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores (between pietar, the, and fearless) are part of the name and must be included.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

The Final Week

Monday

“Thats it,” Dad announced as soon as he got off the phone. “The closing is complete. We’ll be moving to the new house in 6 days. We’ve got a lot to do between now and then, so all of you will be expected to chip in.”

“But we want time to play with our friends,” Trisha complained. The youngest, at 12, had the most friends.

Peter was less upset about the move. He had a couple of kids that he liked and spent some time with, but mostly he preferred to be alone. Although 13 months older than Trisha, he was smaller than even her. And there were some kids in the neighborhood that he’d be glad to never see again.

Kim, the oldest, was in her first year of high school. And even when they moved to the new house, she’d be in the same school. Just a longer bus ride. Until she could get her driver’s license. She was fourteen, looking forward to her birthday in 4 months. The move meant good news for her as she would then have her own bedroom instead of having to share with Trisha.

“There will be time for all that, but I need all of you to start boxing anything you won’t need beyond the next week,” their dad explained. “Your mother and I can make a trip or two to haul that stuff now and it won’t be as confusing and frustrating as the day we move. The owners have left and gave us permission to move stuff in early.”

“Are we going to move the trampoline?” Peter asked.

“We’ll buy a new one,” Mom answered. “The one here now was added to the purchase agreement on this house.”

“I’m going to go play on it now,” Peter said as he rose from the kitchen table.

“No, you are going to go pack a box or two just as your father said,” his mom corrected, a slight angry tone sounding in her voice. “We’ve a lot to get done, and we have to be out next Sunday. That’s when the new owners take possession.”

Wiser than his younger sister, Peter didn’t argue. He knew it would only take a few minutes to fill a couple of boxes. He headed for his room.

“Make your bed while you’re in there,” his mom shouted as he turned the corner to the hallway.

Several more instructions were added over the next fifteen minutes. Peter knew it was because Trisha had complained and pissed of their parents. He wished they’d just punish her instead of all of them. With the added tasks, it was over an hour before he was finally released to go play.

Trisha joined him as he tumbled backwards onto the trampoline, and once the three Fergusson kids saw them, they came over too.

Rory Fergusson was okay as far as Peter was concerned. They’s shared a tent in the backyard several times. They’d even dared to play strip poker once this summer, but Peter was positive that Rory had cheated somehow. It was the first time that the loser not only had to surrender clothes for the rest of the night, but he also had to run around the two houses naked twice. On the second pass, he saw Rory’s two sisters looking out their window as he passed and he knew Rory had called and told them.

Abby and Robin were twins, the same age as Trisha. They had never said anything to him about seeing him naked two months ago, but the memory of it was still burned in Peter’s mind. He jumped as high as he could just as they got on, making them and Trisha fall forwards as they were just rising up.

Unfortunately, the jump also reminded Peter that he’d forgotten to put on a belt. He remembered it as his shorts dropped to his knees. But after landing, the trampoline pushed him back up. His arms were flailing as he was off balance and he could feel his boxers sliding down to join the shorts. They were brand-new, and bought larger so that he’d be able to grow into them.

He landed in a jumble, and Abby was across his chest.

“Peter’s pants came down,” Rory yelled, laughing.

Robin pretended to lose her balance and fell across Peter’s ankles as the three of them bounced up into the air a foot or so. Somehow, when they landed, Peter’s lower clothing had slid off his feet, leaving him in socks and an old pull-over shirt. Three twelve-year-old girls were now laughing their heads off as his privates were exposed and he was unable to get up.

Peter was sure that Rory had tossed his shorts and boxers off the trampoline and onto the yard, but later accusations were refuted when Trisha and the twins said they bounced out on their own.

Horrified, it took several minutes for him to get out from under the twin girls and then to jump out. He didn’t bother to dress in the yard, he instead ran for the house. As he headed for his room, he bumped into Kim, who also laughed at seeing her naked brother. The collision knocked him back and he fell over, giving his older sister a good view of him before he ran into his room and slammed the door, tears running down from his eyes.

Tuesday

The next morning, he had to endure the laughter from both of his sisters as they told their parents about how he’d had a very unlucky day. It didn’t get any better when their mother laughed along with them.

“Well, no trampoline this morning. Today, you and Peter have an appointment for the physical needed by your new school.”

“Nooo,” Peter and Trisha complained together. But there was no getting out of it. Ordered to shower first, Trisha beat her brother to the shared bathroom and used up so much of the hot water that it ran out before he could rinse the soap off. He still had soap on him as he shut off the rapidly cooling water and dried himself as best he could.

An hour later, he was standing next to an exam bed, his shorts and boxers again around his knees as the doctor, fortunately for him a man, was holding his balls and telling him to turn his head and cough.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter saw Trisha standing there staring at him.

“Sorry, I thought the nurse said to go to room 4,” she said as the doctor turned towards her.

“That’s the room across the hall. This is room 3.”

“Sorry,” she repeated and then crossed the hall, leaving the door open. Before the doctor got up from his stool and closed it, two girls that Peter knew from his grade at school passed by. They both paused, seeing all of their classmate. They were still laughing as the exam room door was pushed closed.

“Lock it!” Peter ordered.

“Sorry about that, but these doors don’t have locks. I don’t think they saw much.” He resumed his exam.

Regardless of what the Doctor thought or said, Peter knew that his sister had now seen him naked two days in a row, and today two teen girls also saw him. At least he didn’t have a boner, although he could feel one coming on. The doctor ignored it and finished his exam. Or so Peter thought. As he reached for his lower clothing, the doctor stopped him.

“Sorry, one more thing I need to check. Turn around and lean over the exam table.”

Peter had no idea what could possibly need checking on his butt. He heard the sound of exam gloves being put on and a few seconds later something cold on his crack.

“Just relax, this only takes a few seconds,” the doctor said as a finger was pushed into the crack and then slowly past his anus.

Peter tried to rise, but the doctor used his free hand to hold him down. Behind him he heard the door open again.

“Oh, it’s you Mrs. Winslow. I’m almost done with Peter here.”

Naked, bent over, and a finger inside his butt, and now his mom was in the room watching. Nothing could possibly be any worse. He turned his head and looked back as far as he could.

Then he wished he hadn’t. His mom hadn’t closed the door, and another girl his age was outside looking in.

“MOM! Close the door!” he yelled. The girl ran off laughing.

“Oh, calm down, nobody saw you,” she said as she pushed the door closed. “But probably everybody in the waiting room heard you.”

The day didn’t get any better. He was told to go start packing stuff in the garage. As he worked, he heard some giggles and turned around. It was Clair Anderson and Angie West, the two girls who had seen him from the front. With them were the twins from next door, both of his sisters, and three other girls from nearby houses.

“We saw your dick,” Clair said. “We want to see it again. Show us, and we’ll just look. Make us strip you and we’ll lock you out of the house and the garage. Your mom won’t be back for hours and we’ll make sure every kid on the block knows that you’re locked out naked.”

Peter believed her. He lowered his pants and boxers. The girls all gathered around and made comments about how small it was and how his balls didn’t look as big as some other boy they claimed they seen. And about his nearly total lack of pubic hair. But, after a couple of minutes, they all ran off laughing.

Peter quickly put his clothing back in place. The hell with doing the garage, he ran to hide in his room. He’d take whatever punishment his mom awarded him rather than risk being seen by anyone else right then.

Wednesday

Hot and sunny. He’d had to finish what he hadn’t done in the garage first, but then his mother said he was free, that it was too hot to box stuff that day. Wearing a bathing suit and making sure the string was tied tight, he pulled a pair of shorts over them and headed for the pool.

The water always felt cold when trying to get in, especially on a very hot day when you’re already covered in sweat. Diving in from the edge was prohibited, so he waited in line behind two other kids for the diving board. The pool was packed, and the boy on the board had to wait until there was a clear spot for him to dive in. The next boy just picked an open area and jumped, and then it was his turn.

He checked the string one last time and climbed the three steps to the diving board. There was an opening a few feet out and to the side and he didn’t hesitate. It was, to him, an Olympic quality dive, and he had to push off the bottom with his hands. His head broke the surface only to have Billy Amundson hold up a green bathing suit.

“Lose something?” Billy asked.

It couldn’t be. Or at least he hoped not. He looked down, only to see his thin and short dick floating free. Somehow his bathing suit had come off. With panic rising, he reached for them, but Billy tossed them onto the pool deck.

“Hey, Peter Winslow lost his suit,” Billy yelled as he swam away.

Peter was totally naked, surrounded by dozens of kids, most of whom were his age. The lifeguard must not have heard Billy because she was looking the other way, toward the shallow end where the little kids played.

This can’t be happening, he thought to himself. The only way out was to climb up the steps built into the wall here in the deep end. And that would require both his hands, leaving the rest of his body exposed. As he pondered whether or not that was a good idea, someone grabbed him and pulled him onto his back. Now his dick floated an inch above the water’s surface, and everyone was grabbing him, lifting him higher and higher until all of his middle was above water.

His dick began growing, standing up for itself. He heard the life guard yell something, but then his head went under. He came up sputtering, the chlorine momentarily blinding him. As his eyes and head cleared, he was dragged across the pool to the side furthest from where he’d last seen his suit and pushed up onto the deck like a beached whale.

Ignoring instructions from the life guard and the prohibition against running, he ran as fast as he could to the other side. His suit had been kicked under a chair occupied by a girl he liked. Her eyes were sparkling and wide open as he ran up to her and ducked down. Then he had his suit in his hand. He tried to pull it on, but the string was still tied and it was too wide to get over his hips.

With everyone roaring with laughter, he ran to the men’s room and tried to untie the knot. But the room was filling up with boys, so he gave up and just pulled on his shorts. He grabbed his shoes and socks and the bathing suit and exited. He ran as far as his bare feet allowed him to and then stopped and put on his shoes and socks and headed home. Thank god they were moving he thought to himself. He guessed that a third of the kids in his school had just seen him naked and with a boner.

“Don’t ask,” he said to Kim as he rushed past her with a tent in his shorts and his suit in his hand and went straight to his room.

He hid there the rest of the afternoon, sweltering in the heat but not willing to show his face. At least until his parents made him come out for dinner. By then, both his sisters had heard from kids who had been at the pool and had seen what had happened, and were eager to share that information over the dinner table.

Their mother couldn’t help but snicker a time or two, but she finally told the girls to be quiet and eat. When Peter asked if he could be dismissed, his father approved it, even though he’d only eaten a small portion of what was on his plate.

He spent the rest of the evening alone in his room, pondering how so many things could have gone wrong in just a few days, and dreading what might happen tomorrow if his luck didn’t change.

Thursday

He ate breakfast with his dad in the morning, who had a few questions. Peter was polite, and answered some of them, but provided few details. His dad didn’t press him or say anything to embarrass him further.

Making sure he was properly dressed and with a belt that did not allow his pants to come down, Peter headed out before either of his sisters w up. They would certainly use any time with parents absent to tease him about being seen naked again.

He headed to the woods where he could spend some time alone, away from other kids. At least if something embarrassing happened it wouldn’t have to be shared with half the kids in town.

Around lunch time he began to get hungry. Sisters or not, he’d barely eaten anything for dinner the night before and little at breakfast that morning, meaning he needed to go home and make something for lunch. He was right at the edge of the trees when he saw the three Sutherland kids heading in his direction. Ace, who never used his real name, was the oldest at 14. The other two were 13-year-old twins David and Michelle. Any of the three was a problem. The three together was a nightmare.

He looked behind him. The trees here were sparse and if he ran, they very likely would see him and they would certainly give chase. So he took what he thought was the best option and tried climbing the tree he was closest to.

He wasn’t a good tree-climber, but fear made him get up to one of the first sturdy limbs six feet off the ground. By then, the three were right at the edge of the tree line. He figured if he stayed still they would walk right under him and continue on their way, never knowing how close they had come to some entertainment.

And he was right, except for one small element. A bee. Not a wasp, not a hornet, just a bee. But it landed on his arm and he used the other arm to try and swat it away. That action caused him to slip, and in the next second he was falling head-down towards the ground. He was saved by the back of his pants catching on part of the limb he’d been standing on. And to his great relief, the belt held, breaking his fall. His shorts had only slipped down less than then an inch.

But his luck ended there. His fall and subsequent yell caught the attention of the three Sutherland kids.

“You were trying to hide from us,” Ace sneered as he turned and leaned over so that he could look into the very frightened face of Peter Winslow.

Peter’s eyes looked down. Or, from his perspective, up, just in time to see a glob of spit falling from Ace’s mouth down towards him. He flailed his arms and tried to move, but it didn’t help, and the saliva hit him on his nose and continued running down between his eyes. He did finally manage to wipe it away.

“Looks like his belt is holding him up,” Michelle said. A moment later Peter could feel hands on the front of his shorts.

“No, don’t,” he yelled, but it was too late. As David helped to lift him just enough, the belt was unbuckled and the two younger Sutherlands gently lowered him.

He knew it was going to happen. It had been that kind of a week, and it wasn’t likely to change today. He felt his underpants and shorts catch again on the limb, and as he was lowered, they rose from his midsection to his knees. Not wanting to fall onto his face, he spread his legs to the sides. Then he hung, suspended with his head now four feet from the ground.

“I guess what I heard was true,” Michelle laughed. “He may be thirteen like us, but his dick and balls don’t know that. He looks more like a boy of ten.” She peered down at his face. “And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of undressed boys of ten and up.”

“You know, it looks like his shorts are about to tear,” Ace said. “We don’t want him to fall and hurt his head. David, climb up there and grab his ankles.”

As soon as his younger brother was there, Ace twisted Peter so that his backside was now towards the tree. Then his legs were pulled on either side of it, where David untied his shoe laces and then tied the two laces to each other, binding his ankles together.

“There!” Ace exclaimed. “We saved him from a fall. Now he can grip the tree with his legs and hold himself in place.” The belt was tightened around the shorts, pressing his knees closer together and making sure his legs were gripping the tree trunk.

“I love these nature hikes,” Michelle giggled. “There is always such a variety of interesting things to see and share with others. Let’s go see who else might be hiding in trees hoping to escape our view.”

The three of them walked off without a single glance back.

Peter tried to move his legs, but all the happened was he heard a slight sound of cloth tearing. The last thing he wanted was to have his shorts torn in half, so he held himself still. But it left him wondering how he was to get free. He’d picked the woods because few kids came here as there wasn’t much to see once into them. There was a tiny stream a mile of so back, but it had no fish and the water almost never was more than a couple of inches above ankle height.

But the way the week had gone thus far, he figured that somebody was bound to find him. And once again, he was nearly naked. His shirt kept falling over his face, and after a while his arms got tired from trying to hold it up, so he gave up and just let it fall and then pulled it over his head. Now he was naked from head to knees.

He guessed it was no more than ten minutes before he saw his sister and Nataly Smith approaching.

“Help,” he pleaded as they stood there next to him, looking at his privates.

“No way,” Thrisha declared. “After you went to your room after dinner, dad yelled at me and Parker for picking on you. This is going to cost you. I’ll bet you have to pee. Go ahead, we want to watch.”

He hadn’t thought about it, but as soon as she said it, he did notice that his bladder felt full. But not so full that he couldn’t hold it.

His sister grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. “Tickle him,” she said to Nataly.

With a laugh, the girl began lightly touching his sides, making him jerk around. The tree bark was scraping his knees, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. Suddenly, his bladder gave way, and a stream of piss shot out. At first, it was strong enough to pass a half inch in front of his face and onto the ground, but as it lost volume the pressure decreased and the last ten seconds or so of it hit him in the face. He closed his mouth and twisted his head, but it was too late.

“We’re going to need some help to get him down from here,” Thrisha said. “Probably at least another eight girls. I know some who weren’t at the pool yesterday, I’m sure they’d like to come and help.” She gave out four names and told Nataly to start calling while she called the other four.

They didn’t come alone. A few brought sisters, two girls aged 11 and one who was 13 and in her brother’s grade. All eight of the girls and siblings arrived within minutes of each other. And all admired the view, especially when Peter’s dick began to respond to being seen by thirteen girls. It stuck straight out from his groin.

They touched him, feeling the two balls contained in their now fully exposed sack. Having girls feel his balls made him try and twist while his dick jerked wildly.

“Play with it, and maybe we’ll help you down,” Trisha said to her brother. “Or, we can start calling some girls your age to come and help us.”

He knew she would do it. He gripped his dick and began a two-finger and one thumb massage. He did his best to ignore the sounds the girls made as he went to work. Soon, four bursts were fired out, landing in the dirt inches in front of his head. But as he squeezed the last of it out, instead of being shot, it just fell due to gravity. One drop hit his open mouth and went in, and none of the girls missed that, causing a great cheer of laughter to erupt.

That sound was heard by a group of three boys who were not far away, and they rushed over to find a peer hanging nearly naked from a tree with a pack of girls surrounding him.

“Hi,” the girls greeted the three boys as they arrived. “Peter Winslow just played with his dick for us and some of the stuff that shot out went into his mouth.”

“Aw, shit, I wished I’d been here to see that,” Zander King moaned. A year younger than Peter, he’d just began to make cum himself.

“Make him do it again,” one of the girls suggested. “We kind of need your help to get him down anyway. I’m sure he’d agree to show you what we saw if he knew that you’d help to get him free before more kids find him like this.”

“Hell, yeah, it does sound interesting,” Jackson Yeager said. He was the same age as Peter, and they weren’t enemies, but still, the idea of watching another boy jack off, especially in front of all of these girls, sounded like fun.

The third boy, Dave Applecourt, was more than interested. He was gay, and just seeing Peter naked had already given him a boner. Thankful that it was hidden in his too-big shorts, he supported the idea.

Peter knew they were going to make him do it one way or another, so he gave in, hoping that the sooner he started the sooner it would be before he was free. Since he’s just shot once, it took considerably longer to cum again, and when it happened it didn’t have as much force behind it. Grace Harper reached out as it started and pressed on Peter’s right hand, directing it down, and two of the three bursts landed on Peter’s chin and dripped down until they crossed his lips. Everyone cheered again as they watched poor Peter eat his own cum.

But they did help him down, the boys doing all of the climbing while the girls helped to gently lower his body. Peter couldn’t see who, but he did feel more fingers on his dick and tried his best to not get hard again.

Once on his feet, he tried to pull up his pants, but the belt was too tight. It gave the crowd of kids a few more moments of seeing him, and in that few moments they could see that it was getting hard again. But finally, he was able to release the belt. He quickly pulled up his boxers and shorts and fastened them while already running towards home. He left his shirt behind.

His sister brought it home for him. She had two more of her friends with her when she presented it to him by bursting into his room. She had hoped that he might be naked and playing with himself again, but he was dressed and lying on his bed.

“Unless you want Mom to know about your lack of ability to climb trees, you’ll give these guys the same show you gave to the other kids.”

It hardly seemed to matter at that point. So many kids had seen all of him now. Two more didn’t matter. Not being worth having his mom hear about another bad-luck day, he lowered his shorts and boxers and went to work. He caught the escaping cum in a tissue, and the three girls ran from his room laughing.

They left the door open behind them, and as he dressed, he saw Kim standing there.

“I think you’re doing this stuff on purpose,” she stated. “I’m starting to wonder if my brother is some kind of a weirdo.” She turned and left without waiting for a response from him.

Friday

Hoping to try and change his luck, he decided on using his bike to actually get out of the town limits. He headed all the way to the opposite side where there were more farms and fewer people. Even though only about four miles away, the land there was different. More rocky and bare, it had been used mostly for ranching in the past. Now much of it sat idle. The only problem he saw with the area was the lack of trees. However, it also had a much lower human population than where he lived.

It began raining as he crossed through the town. A local shower that would cool the air for a brief time but then up the humidity. But he’d come too far to turn around now.

There wasn’t much to do. He parked his bike and went exploring on foot. The ground had dried quickly after the rain, so it wasn’t muddy, but there were big rings where it seemed that nothing grew. Seeing what he thought was a fossil, he dropped down to his knees to get a closer look.

The flat rock he’d picked up didn’t have a fossil, but it did have a reddish ant that immediately stung his finger. He tried to shake it off, but it stung him again, and the stings hurt. As he tried to flick the ant off, he felt a sharp pain on both of his legs.

Looking down, he saw he was standing in one of the areas void of plant life. Right under where his right foot had been was a raised area an inch or so higher than the surrounding ground. It was covered with small gravel stones, and more of the red ants were streaming out of a hole. He soon felt them on his back and belly.

“They’re Harvester Ants, and they are all over your clothes,” a female voice said from behind him. “You need to strip and get away from their nest. They may leave your clothes alone, but right now they are defending their home.”

He turned, swatting ants all over him. There were four kids on bikes, all girls, and he knew all of them from school.

“She’s not lying or trying to trick you,” Samantha said. “You need to strip. The bites are dangerous and if you get enough of them, you could pass out. Maybe even die if they keep biting. It’ll be embarrassing, but it is the only way to escape them.”

He couldn’t swat them all because they were under his clothes. Those along his legs and arms he could hit, but more were coming out all the time. He started to see the logic. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it, noticing that the inside had a dozen or more ants in it. He was then able to brush off the ones on his upper body.

But the bites were getting closer and closer to his dick and balls, and he was beginning to panic. He got out of his shorts, but there were ants inside his boxers. Those came off as well. At last, he could knock them all off himself, but more were coming up his legs.

He jumped and then took several steps until he was clear of the circle. The bites hurt like hell, and worse yet, itched at the same time. He had little lumps where each bite had occurred.

And then he suddenly remembered that there were four girls looking at him, and once again, he was totally naked. His hands went to his privates, but the itching kept him from keeping them there.

“You need to come back by us,” Debby Collins said to him. “The itching will go away in an hour or so.” He saw that she wasn’t looking at his face as she spoke to him. “They’ll stay in your clothes for maybe that long too. But the real problem is that another rain cloud is coming. They really swarm after it rains, so you need to get further away. They’ll be real active once the rain stops and will spread out over a big area looking for food. Back by us, over on the grass. When the rain stops, they may try to eat your clothes. Especially anything made of cotton.”

“You need to move; there are other nests all around you,” Alice said, pointing at two of them right near his feet where more ants were already starting to come out.

He gave in. The ant bites were worse than being seen. He moved closer to the girls. All four of them were showing great interest in his privates.

“I think one of them bit your dick,” Samantha said. “My brother had that happen once. That’s gonna itch like crazy for several days. It probably will give you a boner, like now. That’s what happened to Tim. He kind of had a boner several times a day for two days. He kept trying to rub it because it itched so bad and that made it get hard.”

Again, the itching was too much to ignore. He scratched everywhere, unable to cover up, yet completely aware that he now had a boner.

“Good luck,” Grace Wellstone said. It’s going to rain in a few minutes and we don’t want to be near here when it starts. We only came to warn you about the ants. You need to get back closer to the houses or the road.”

They turned their bikes and started riding in the direction she had pointed. He called to them.

“Can you get me some more clothes?”

“Sorry, we’re heading out right after we get home. If there is time, we’ll tell other kids you’re stuck here.”

They were already peddling hard and Peter saw a flash of lighting hit up in the high land a few miles away. The first drops began falling. Big, huge drops. He took a last look at his clothes and wondered what he was going to do. Then he remembered, the girls were going to tell other kids he was here. And he was sure they wouldn’t forget to mention that he was naked. He needed someplace to hide.

He remembered an old barn about a mile away. It had mostly collapsed, but part of it still had a roof over it. He got on his bike. It was awkward riding naked. As he got moving, the sky opened up and a downpour of large, cold raindrops quickly soaked him. He peddled as fast as he could, but the need to keep scratching kept him from going as fast as he wanted.

The barn did offer some protection. He parked his bike and got under a section where it was dry. He was shivering, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the rain or a reaction to the bites.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his leg and looked down. A dozen carpenter ants were on him, and more were coming. The bite hurt worse than the ones from the Harvester ants. He didn’t know that ants could bite, and now he had another burning pain, followed quickly by two more. He’d disturbed a nest and had to leave his protection.

But the cloud had already moved on, and he was bathed in sunlight which quickly warmed him. He stood there, the cold rapidly turning to warm once again. But the severe itching remained. And the bite on his dick was the worse one. As Samantha had said about her brother, trying to stop the itch gave him a boner. He wondered if she’d seen her brother’s. She had two of them. Albert, who was ten, and Glen, who was fourteen.

Now he had to figure out what to do. If they told other kids, he’d be naked until he could get to his clothes without getting bit again. Enough kids had seen him naked this week. He decided that if they didn’t find him, they might think he went home as he was and go back to their houses. Then he’d be able to get his clothes back.

As he pondered it, he saw Albert and Glen Danforth on bikes with fishing poles over the handlebars. Samatha’s brothers. He wondered where they could possibly be going to fish. There weren’t any sizeable streams anywhere within twenty miles of town.

He watched them. They seemed to be headed in the general direction of where he’d been bit. Curious, he left his bike and walked towards them. Without his bike, he could duck down if they saw him and not have to endure their teasing and laughter.

Once he got close enough to see them clearly, he was surprised. They’d used the fishing poles to recover his clothes and were currently stomping on them to kill any remaining ants. A friendly gesture, one he didn’t expect. He headed back to his bike so he could go and thank them.

They were gone by the time he got there, but their tracks would be easy enough to follow. Except for one thing. He didn’t see his clothes anywhere. Just a stick poked through a piece of paper and driven into the ground to hold it in place. He got off his bike and recovered it. He read it out loud.

“We’ve all heard about the wonderful showings you’ve given to the kids in town, and we kind of feel left out. Come to where we all hang out. All the kids our ages will be there waiting for you. After you give us the same show you’ve given to the town kids, we’ll give you your clothes.”

Shit, he said to himself. He tried to think who lived out here. Not many kids. Maybe a total of 25 or so around his age. But he had no intention of putting on a show for them regardless of how many there might be.

He tried to think as he scratched the many itches he had. It was miles back to home, and he’d have to pass right through town. Totally naked. Adults would see him. His parents would find out. Maybe even the cops would arrest him. He wouldn’t see any of the kids from this side of town again once they moved. He really didn’t have any choice. He hated it, but he had to follow the tracks.

He could see his destination when he was still several hundred yards away. A perimeter of logs in a large circle he guessed to be over 150 feet in diameter. Where they got the logs and how they got them here he had no idea. But he could see many heads looking over the top as he approached.

It turned out to be closer to 40 kids, but then it included kids as young as eleven and as old as fifteen. A mixture of girls and boys, about 25 girls and the rest boys. A cheer went up as he rode his bike up to the opening and got off it. Naked again, he tried to keep his hands over his privates as he entered. But the itching made that impossible.

They had him stand spread eagled as they circled around him. Samantha came up first. “We have some cream that will stop a lot of the itching. Just ask the girls to come up and apply it.”

He couldn’t stand the itching until he got home. He asked the question, but had to repeat it twice until they were satisfied that he was saying it loud enough for all to hear.

It was mostly the girls his age who came forward. Of course, they all wanted to do his privates, and they all did. But they also took other parts of his body. By the time each of them had taken a turn, the itching was greatly reduced.

Then it was his turn. Using the lotion that reduced the itch to tolerable levels, he began stroking his dick for all to see. They all crowded around, those in front ducking down so the ones behind him could watch. With so many eyes watching, it seemed to take forever before he finally got the feeling. Once at that point, it was just a change in speed that allowed him to fire off a volley of cum shots.

The all cheered again and laughed. But after a few more minutes, Samantha came forward with his clothes and handed them to him. They began to file out as he dressed.

He rode home quickly and once again hid in his room. He was disturbed once by his two sisters who both told him that everyone had been informed of the show he’d put on for the kids on the far side of town.

Saturday

His room was mostly empty as today was moving day. He’d been told the night before that the first thing he had to do in the morning would be to strip his bed and put the bedding into the box that was left in his room, along with any remaining dirty clothing. He did that. To save money, he and Kim were put to work early moving boxes of stuff before the movers arrived.

He was tired, hot, and sweaty when he was finally released to go and finish whatever he needed. He needed a warm bath. The ant bites still itched, especially the one on his dick. He wanted to soak in the bath since it was the only place he could go to take care of his boner. As Samantha had said about one of her brothers, he couldn’t rub it without it getting hard. Once they moved, more work would be necessary to move stuff to the rooms as the deal his parents had made with the movers was that they would put everything except furniture in the garage.

He thought about all that had happened to him this week. It was extremely unbelievable, and his older sister was positive that he was doing it to himself intentionally. As if he ever would humiliate himself in any way.

He released his cum and relaxed in the tub. Maybe whatever was happening was like the movie Mr. Magorium’s Empire, where his store got pissed when he was going to pass on. Maybe what was happening to him was being caused by the house. If so, there was nothing that could be done. They were moving, today. Hopefully, the horror would end.

He woke with a start, suddenly aware that he had dozed off in the tub. Standing next to him were two girls he’d never seen before. He realized what had woken him – one of the girls yelling that there was a naked boy in the tub.

He sat up and started to rise. His clothes and towel were in his bedroom.

“What the hell?” an older girl said as she came in. She took a good look at him and laughed. “Who are you?”

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” he asked in response. He was doing his best to cover up, but his dick was hard again and he needed to make sure he didn’t slip as the mat that kept the tub from being slippery had already been moved.

“Your house! You mean you’re one of the people who live here? Your family moved the last of the stuff out half an hour ago. This is our house now.”

Peter had to gently push one of the girls out of the way in order to get out of the tub. That left him fully exposed. He squeezed past the older girl and went to his room. Which was empty. The carpet on the floor and nothing else. His clothes were gone. “Where did you put my clothes?” he asked as the three girls followed him.

“We didn’t touch anything,” the younger one said. She’d moved into the room and was standing right next to him. “It was just like this when our parents told Chloe to drive us here so we could start cleaning before moving our stuff in. They’ll be here in a couple of hours.”

“You mean your totally naked and don’t have anything to cover yourself with?” the youngest girl giggled. “This is so funny. We get to see all of you.”

“Hi, I’m Chloe, this is Kate, and the wild one over there is Lucia, the oldest said. Without thinking, he took her extended hand and shook it, exposing himself again. He didn’t realize he’d done it until all three of them laughed openly.

“Look, I have my license and my mom’s car. I can drive you to your new house. Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah, but, I’m naked,” he said. Whatever he’d said or done to piss off the god that was punishing him, he wished he could make up for it.

“Sorry, but we don’t have anything beyond what we’re wearing and some paper towels and cleaning stuff.”

“We’ve got that old towel in the trunk,” Kate offered.

“Yeah, I forgot about that. It’s a bit dirty and has a few holes in it, but you’re welcome to it. Come on, we’ll get you back to your family and your clothes.”

She led the way. He was so struck by the awkwardness of everything that he followed her right outside. There was a car he’d never seen before in the driveway and Chloe opened the trunk and reached in.

“Here, it’s all we’ve got,” she said, handing over a threadbare towel. He had to expose himself again briefly to wrap it around himself.

“Get in back with Lucia and Kate will ride up front with me,” Chloe said. “The back windows are tinted, so it will be hard for anyone to see that you’re naked.”

He looked and saw nothing through the glass on the back door window. He opened the door, but when he did the towel slipped off and fell to the ground. He started to pull it up but accidently stepped on the end and ripped a chuck off.

As they got in and pulled out of the driveway, he saw a few of Trisha’s friends in the yard across the street laughing madly and realized they’d seen him naked.

He gave directions, and asked if he could keep the towel when they arrived.

“Sure thing,” Chloe said. “It was nice to meet you. And to be honest, I kind of enjoyed what I saw. I know my sisters did as well.”

Not sure how to respond to that, he got out and closed the door. The car started up and pulled the towel from around his waist as it had gotten closed in the car door. He turned to try and flag down Chloe, but then saw a dozen of his new neighbors in yards all around staring at him and laughing.

Naked as the day he’d been born, he ran to the door, but it was locked. He rang the doorbell repeatedly before realizing that his parent’s car wasn’t there. He ran around to the back, but that was locked too. By then, the yard was filled with kids who were laughing their heads off at their new neighbor.

It was over half an hour before his parents pulled into the driveway. The other kids all ran off. Kim and Tresha ran to the backyard where they found their naked brother. Their mom joined them a few seconds later.

“Peter Jackson Winslow!” she began. “Kim told me about all your little pranks and running around nude. I’ve a good mind to leave you like this, but the movers will be here any minute now. But don’t think this is over.”

She unlocked the back door and he got inside as quickly as he could.

“Stop right there,” his mom ordered as he started to run to any room away from her and his two sisters. “You’ll have to wait until your father gets here with the boxes we took out of the house. Why on earth would you put your clothes and towel into the box and seal it up? How did you intend to get here? If we hadn’t realized you weren’t with us, we’d have been with your father and the movers. You can stay just as you are. When the movers put a box in the garage, you will start moving it into the room it goes to. Kim and Trisha will help. We’ll deal with your desire to be naked once everything has gotten moved into the house.”

With the realization that his nudity was going to extend to the new house now upon him, he felt like passing out. How could things possibly go so far into this nightmare. And then it hit him. It must be a dream.

He heard a honk and then the sound of a moving truck parking in front of the driveway. The movers gave him several odd looks as they moved boxes into the garage and he carried them into the house under the direction of his sisters, who only carried small, light boxes.

It took the rest of the afternoon. Even when neighbors came over to meet them his mother did not allow him to dress. By the time all the boxes had been moved into the house, he’d been seen by eight different neighbors and many of their children. It was still afternoon, and he hoped there wasn’t more humility to come.

His father spoke to his wife, who looked at Peter. She went to his room and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and handed them to him. “You can wear these the rest of the day,” she said. “Unless you want to continue showing yourself to our new neighbors.”

He didn’t argue, knowing it wouldn’t matter. He was glad to have some cover, even if it wasn’t much.

The old man smiled and left. He’d enjoyed the long prank, and he’d played it on a boy, which made a lot of girls very happy. That would please the Queen of the Pixies. She would not be very angry with him for the length of the prank. She could use her torch to make things better for the human boy. However, she would be angry with him for suggesting to the boy’s younger sister ways for to add to his prank. Packing her brother’s clothes and towels was a wonderful ending to his week-long prank.

***

The Lantern King and Joan the Wad had a long history together. The Pixie king and queen. Believed by humans to be mythical, they spread out the use of their magic so as not to cause too much attention to be drawn to them. And they no longer felt bound to the Celtic region of England, they now traveled where they wished.

The queen would be pissed about the length of time he’d picked on the boy, but she would find some way to reward him and to minimize the harm he’d caused to the boy’s psychic. And she might choose to punish the human child named Trisha, for not all that she did was caused by the Lantern King.

Meanwhile, he would rest and move on to some other great adventure.

Joan the Wad had a lot of work to do to fix all that the Lantern King had done. She liked the older days better. Now there were cameras everywhere. First, she had to find every picture of Peter that had been taken, and there were a lot of them. She corrupted files, deleted things, and made sure that no pictures remained or could be recovered. Then she had to set about finding a way to make life easier for Peter. And the path to that was through his younger sister.

At least the Lantern King had provided some serious entertainment for girls. It was those who she favored. Because of that, she would let him rest for as long as he needed. He’d used a lot of magic, and she knew he would need a short rest before he’d be ready to pull pranks again.

***

Peter stayed in his bedroom. The horror of the week had moved with him. He was dreading what would happen next. Here, he knew nobody, and already dozens of his neighbors had seen him naked and erect. His mom and older sister believed he’d done it to himself on purpose. Thrisha knew better but would not say or do anything to admit to the things she’d been part of.

A scream came from the bathroom across the hall. He got up and opened the door just in time to see his naked twelve-year-old sister running down the hall to her room. The bathroom light was on and the door open. He entered and saw a wet towel over the counter and the mirror covered with fog from his sister’s shower. The window was open.

There were no blinds on the window yet, their father was going to take care of that tomorrow. Peter looked out the window and saw a group of four boys running out of the yard and guessed what had happened. His sister had finished her shower but couldn’t comb her hair due to the fog on the mirror, so she opened the window, only to discover the boys outside had been looking at her. Having experienced such an embarrassing thing himself recently, he felt a bit sorry for her. He wondered if the cause of all the humiliating things had spread from him to her, and he kind of hoped so.

Their mom and dad came running in. “What did you do to her!” his mom demanded.

“Nothing. I was in my room.” He then told her what he surmised and had seen.

“You’re lying,” his mother began, but she was cut off from behind.

“No, he’s not. He got it almost perfectly right,” Trisha said. “There were five boys, not four. They had been looking through the window. I didn’t see them until I opened it. The window covered the lower half of me, but not the top.”

Their mother was surprised. “Okay. Your father and I will talk to the neighbors and find out who it was and let their parents take care of punishing them.” She turned to her husband. “And you and Peter will get blinds up on this window right now. Peter, the box is on the back porch. Go and get it.”

He was about to complain that he was in pajamas and didn’t want to go outside as it wasn’t even dark yet, but his sister spoke first.

“Peter didn’t pack his stuff. I knew he was in the bath and I added his clothes and towel to his box. Then I closed the top and moved it downstairs. I also knew he wasn’t with us when we drove here and didn’t say anything. What happened to him was not his doing. He had to have been horribly embarrassed, and it wasn’t something he wanted to have happen. It was my fault.”

Now Peter was surprised. She’d confessed to leaving him naked. She never confessed. He was so astonished that he didn’t even think to mention the other things she’d done during the previous week.

“Well,” their mom said, dragging the word out. “I guess if you want, you can get dressed first. But we still need blinds up on this window, and it needs to get done today.”

“Okay.” Peter turned and headed to his room. He paused at the door and turned around. “Dad, get your tools and I’ll get the blinds and meet you here in a few minutes. He ran to his room and closed the door while he changed.

The blinds got hung quickly, and they all headed out for dinner. Peter wondered if he would have been required to come with them in just pajama bottoms if Trisha hadn’t spoken up. He was pretty sure his mother would have ordered it. He was glad to be fully dressed.

The next afternoon, four sets of parents escorted a son to the house, one of them two sons. The boys all admitted they’d been looking into the window, but said they hadn’t seen much. Peter was positive that was a lie. He’d gone out earlier that day with the blinds open and knew the boys had been tall enough to see all of Trisha while she was in the shower or in front of the mirror. It was only when she was directly in front of the window that they wouldn’t have been able to see below her waist. He also was very sure that his sister also knew that, yet she didn’t say anything. He decided to keep it to himself.

Then another surprise. “Our boys also admitted they’d seen your son get out of a car wrapped in a towel, but the towel got caught on the car that had delivered him as it drove off, leaving him naked. They had the ability to help, and instead called other kids and made fun of him.

Peter glanced at his mother. She was looking at him, and it wasn’t her angry look. He realized that she now knew the total truth about what had happened. She had believed he’d rode back naked in the car, but hadn’t believed anything he’d said to her about what had really happened.

The parents said that each boy had already been punished without saying what the punishment was, but they each had to apologize to Trisha and Peter. And they would spend the rest of the day helping the family with any chores that needed doing.

Peter accepted the apologies. He believed them to be sincere. The boy’s parents left, and Peter’s parents left him and Trisha to determine what chores they needed done that the boys could help with.

“You are supposed to break down all the boxes in the garage and hang up all the racks and shovels,” Trisha said to Peter. “How about if we take the boys out there and let them help with that?”

He didn’t know what her plan was, but he would enjoy the help as there were a huge pile of boxes and it would take him much of the day to break them all down.

Once in the garage, Trisha looked at the five boys. “You all got to see Peter completely naked. Then you got to see all of me. Now we can keep you working all day long, or you can let us see the five of you naked while you break down half of these boxes. It is your choice, but if you pick doing the work, I’ll keep you going as long as I’m allowed to. And I’ll tell the truth to my parents and to yours. That you saw more than just my breasts. That you saw all of me.”

“My brother and I will get turned to toast if our mom knew that,” one of them said. The others also made similar statements. The five of them held a brief, private conversation, and then they all stripped. Trisha even made them take off their shoes and socks, and warned them to not cover up.

Peter was surprised at himself. He found seeing the boys naked was exciting. He even got a boner. He compared himself to each of them. By the time they were all done, all five of them had been erect for nearly an hour.

Trisha was also thoroughly enjoying seeing them, but once they’d completed her assigned chore, she wasn’t done. “One more thing before you get dressed,” she said. “All of you, play with yourselves. I want to watch you do it.”

“We had a deal,” the youngest one said. “We broke down at least half of the piles.”

“I know. But I want to see it. And if you don’t, I’ll tell the truth. That my brother made you do the job I gave you naked. He’ll get in trouble, and he also knows that you saw more through the window than I admitted to. He’ll tell.”

“Your brother didn’t…”

“Shut up dumbass,” the boy’s older brother said. “It doesn’t matter. She’ll sacrifice her brother in a heartbeat. He’ll tell, and then how do you think Mom will react?”

The kid gave in. Trisha was high on the excitement of watching the five boys, two of whom were her age. Two more were thirteen, and the last was eleven. It was very entertaining. She glanced at her brother and saw him watching intently too. And she saw the tent in his pants.

She was pretty sure the youngest one actually had two orgasms, but he didn’t shoot anything. She kept them all going until the last one shot a few rounds of very thin, colorless cum. Then she told them they could get dressed and go home. They didn’t hesitate, and in five minutes were out of the garage.

She turned to her brother. “You saw me totally naked too. Did you enjoy it? Did you beat off afterwards thinking about it?”

“Okay, yeah, I enjoyed it. And I did jack off. But I was not picturing you. It was just something I needed to do.”

“Okay, I hope that’s the truth. I’m going to leave, and I won’t come back. You are free to take care of that here in private.” She pointed to the tent in his shorts. “After all, I saw you naked for many hours. And I enjoyed it too. But those five were much more fun to watch.”

She left, leaving him alone and speechless. But he did undo his pants and take care of his needs.

When school started, Peter was horrified that he’d be meeting all the kids who had seen him naked. He expected laughter and teasing. Perhaps worse. He was surprised at the dozen or so who came up and apologized to him. One girl even gave him a kiss on the cheek. His first kiss. The school year got even better after that.

The End