By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions
of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
The Golden Rule
“What are they doing here?” Jen asked.
Her sister quickly hushed her. “Be quiet. They don’t know we’re here.
We’ll follow them and find out.” Helen Smith was a member of the 9th grade Student Council in Stonefield. Jen, her sister, was on the council representing the 7th grade. With them was a good friend, Abby Townsend, another 9th grader.
“I know them,” Abby whispered. “They are on the swim team, all except the one in front.
“Sssh, we’re close enough to hear them,” Helen whispered back. “It looks like they are stopping.”
“Okay, we’re across the border,” Quentin Klien said. “Time for you to get naked Adam.”
“You guys sure you didn’t cheat?” Adam Joiner was new in town, and he’d
been invited to play cards with some of the more popular boys in Silver
City. He wished now that he’d turned it down when they said the loser
would have a horrible day. There was a rivalry between the two towns.
It mostly involved just sports, but border crossings sometimes resulted
in fights.
“None of us cheated,” Woj replied. His real name was Al Wojcik, but he’d been known as Woj since 1st
grade when other kids, and occasionally teachers, had trouble
pronouncing his last name. “We don’t cheat. And besides, two of us
finished one point higher than you. If you’d even hit your average, it
would have been me or Max who would be stripping now.”
“Speaking of which, get started,” Quentin said. “Don’t make us strip
you. We know this is horrible, but we all took the same chance as you.
But if you take your own clothes off, we’ll hang around nearby and make
sure that none of the assholes from Stonefield hurt you. You might even
get lucky and none of them will see you. But you still will have to
call your sister to bring you clothes. Or just go home naked.”
“But at least you’re in with us now,” Jake offered. “You will be
invited to the swim team like you wanted.” He hated lying, he doubted
that Quentin would authorize a vote to let the kid join. For some
unknown reason, he just didn’t like Adam.
Adam stepped back
from the four boys who had escorted him here and looked all around. It
was quiet, only a gentle breeze was blowing. He heard and saw nothing.
“My god, they are going to make him strip naked,” Jen said. She said it
as softly as she could, but the excitement sounded in her whisper all
the same. A boy a year older than her was going to remove all of his
clothes. The teen was less than 20 yards away. She was going to see a
naked 13-year-old boy.
Adam hesitated. He had known there was
a chance this would happen. And he did have another choice. He could
blow the other four boys and go home in a skimpy bathing suit. Or he
could find where they hid his clothes and go home fully dressed. Or
just go to the creek and find his phone where they said it would be and
call his sister.
He knew his chances of not being seen by kids
from Stonefield were slight, and they would not help him, he was sure
of that. He wasn’t keen on giving any blowjobs, let alone four,
especially since Quentin and Max were fourteen. But he knew that if he
called his sister, she would probably bring him something to wear, but
would almost certainly arrive with a few friends of hers who would all
see him naked. And she might make demands before giving up any clothing
she did bring.
“Last chance,” Quentin said. “If we strip you,
we also will call a girl from Stonefield and tell her that a naked boy
is on her side of the border.”
He was already topless, so that
left shorts and boxers. He unsnapped the shorts, pulled the zipper
down, and let them fall. As he stepped out of them, he made another
look around. Other than a group of sparrows off to the north, he saw
nothing. He was sure Quentin wasn’t going to give him another warning,
so he pushed his boxers down where they joined his shorts. Max Harris
stepped forward and picked up both items.
“Sorry,” he said as he hurried back to where the other 3 boys stood.
“Take your shoes off and then count to 200 before you put them back
on,” Quentin ordered. “We’ll be off for the trail to hide these should
you decide to chance it.”
It was all the three girls hidden in
the tall grass could do to not make any noise to give them away. As
Adam sat on the ground, the other boys passed yards away from them.
“You going to call Sandy?” one of them asked.
“She paid us to get one of our boys naked and in Stonefield territory,”
Quentin said as he pulled out his phone. “You guys did a great job
getting close to losing. Poor Adam never noticed the cards were marked.”
As the boys moved past the girls, the girls looked back to Adam. All
they could see was his head as he was still sitting on the ground, but
they could see his lips moving and guessed he was counting.
“So, Sally King was behind this,” Helen said once the four boys were
too far away to hear her. “I should have guessed. If you didn’t know,
she was the one behind Martin and Jason getting pantsed. Money buys
pleasure, I guess.”
“Look, I know you are on the student
council and all,” Abby began. “But I for one rather enjoyed seeing
those two naked from the waist down. And now we’ve got a totally naked
Silver City boy to see. Sally doesn’t keep her trophies to herself, she
shares them with other girls. And that boy is going to be seen.”
“Yeah, but he was cheated,” Jen offered. “If it had been a fair game,
which he apparently thought it was, I’d be okay with that. But those
four boys don’t deserve to get away with it.”
“Which is why I’m going to call Sandy King and put in a request,” Helen said. “This day might get even more interesting.”
Adam had stopped counting as soon as he could no longer see the boys.
He put his shoe back on and got ready to go to the creek. As horrible
as it would be to have to call his sister, it was the only logical
choice. He looked around and thought he saw movement in the direction
he had to go. He froze, and watched. A moment later, he saw three
girls. They were moving towards the creek. He didn’t think that was a
coincidence and wondered again if somehow the other boys had cheated.
But such thoughts didn’t produce any way for him to get out of his
current predicament. Moving slowly and carefully, he kept his eyes on
the girls as he headed for where he hoped his phone was. He’d decide
what to do when he got there.
Five minutes later, he came to
the conclusion that he was totally screwed. The girls he’d been
following were heading towards the clump of trees along the small
creek. And worse yet, up ahead, already in the shade of those trees,
were three other girls. They all appeared to be within a year of two of
his age. He knew one of them. Carly Armstrong, aged 13, same as him.
He’d met Carly at a swim meet at Silver City shortly after he’d moved
here. She was from Stonefield, but she sat next to him. She had been
nice to him, and even put a hand on his bare thigh at one point and
left it there for several minutes. All she did was rest her hand on his
leg, it wasn’t like there was any sexual meaning from it, but it did
give him a boner.
He squatted down in the grass while he considered other options.
Down by the creek, the two groups of girls greeted each other.
“You’re here to see a boy from Silver City naked,” Helen said. “He’s
somewhere behind us. We watched for him, but didn’t see him, so we
think he went towards the trail to see if he could find the clothes his
buddies took from him.”
“Yeah, they cheated at cards, but he doesn’t know that,” Jen added. “We did see him for several seconds though. He’s cute.”
“Yeah, I know him, Carly said. “I met him at a swim meet and thought he was cute. I had this dream about seeing him naked.”
“You paid Sandy King to make it happen,” Abby Thompson said. It wasn’t an accusation, she was smiling.
“I did, and these two helped me come up with the money,” Carly said. “I could still use some help, it cost a lot.”
“Like I said, I don’t think he’s headed this way,” Helen continued.
“But if I’m wrong and we get to see him up close, I’m good for 5
dollars for me and another for my sister.” She looked to Abby, who
offered up another five.
“Fair enough, that helps. Keep your
money until we find out if he shows up. He should, his phone is in the
branch of that tree. It’s the only way he’s going to get any clothing.
His friends are going to make sure he doesn’t find what he was wearing.”
“Some friends,” Helen said. “They cheated at cards to put him into this position. I am curious how you feel about that?”
“Save your righteousness for church,” Carly huffed. “You didn’t come
here to accost me. You’re here for the same reason I am – to see a teen
boy naked. At least that’s the reason that your sister and Abby are
here.”
“Okay, you’re right, I am here for that. But at least I feel bad about the way it happened. He was tricked.”
“He doesn’t know that though, does he? He thinks it was just bad luck,
or karma, or something like that. He’ll only feel that he was cheated
if you tell him. So don’t.”
While the girls were talking, the
other three boys had reached where they’d been told to hide Adam’s
clothing. It was protected by two boys, who were there to make sure
that Adam, should he come this way, didn’t find his clothes. But as
they dropped them on the ground, six more boys came out from behind
trees, cutting off the route back to Silver City.
“Go ahead and add your clothes to them,” one of the boys said.
“No, this was where Sandy said to leave the clothes we brought with us,” Quentin explained. “That was the deal.”
“Deal’s change. Either fight us and win, or we will strip you and tie
your hands behind your back,” the bigger boy from Stonefield said with
a laugh. “Do you think you can take all eight of us?”
“Calm
down,” another boy said. “Look, the deal did change, but not that much.
It’s the golden rule.” He saw confused looks on the faces of the four
boys. “You know, do unto others as you want done to you. What you did
to your friend is now happening to you.”
Now that he saw the
boys understood, and he continued. “If you three end up at the creek,
naked, along with the other kid, your story stays almost the same. The
only difference is that you lost your clothes playing cards with us.
The other kid won’t be told that you cheated and used a marked deck.
Yeah, you’ll have to call your sisters or go home naked just like you
told him, but at least you won’t get in trouble.”
Quentin
tried to negotiate, but the Stonefield boys just shook their heads, and
the leader once again gave them the choice of fighting or stripping.
“And if you fight, you’d better win, or everyone will know that you
cheated that poor kid out of his clothing and left him on our side of
the border naked as the day he was born.”
Quentin especially
knew that he’d be in trouble with his dad if he found out what he’d
done. None of the four boys were comfortable with stripping, but after
a few seconds of looking from one to another hoping someone had an
idea, they began.
It took two more warnings from the
Stonefield boys before they finally gave up their underpants. That left
them in shoes and socks and nothing else. They covered up their
privates and started to walk away.
“Hold on a second, we
aren’t done yet,” the bigger boy from Stonefield said. Hands behind
your backs.” He had to repeat it twice, and give a hard swat on Woj’s
bare backside before all four complied. Then Stonefield boys used
plastic ties to secure their arms in the back.
“Now you can
go. If you’re nice and tell the girls they can see and touch and
anything else they want, they will find a knife and cut you free. Then
you, like the boy you tricked, will have to use your phones to get
help. Or, you can always go home like you are. As far as we’re
concerned, you all lost playing cards against us. The same bet you made
with one of your own. You’ll have to convince him to play along
however. And we will never tell anyone the truth.”
With that,
the boys felt something being pressed into their hands. Phones, keys,
and other things that had been in their pockets were now in their hands.
Back by the creek, Adam decided that with six girls hanging out where
he’d been told his phone would be, he had to choose another option. He
slowly made his way back and to the side, making sure he wasn’t seen,
and headed for the trail where the other boys had headed to hide his
clothes.
He didn’t get very far before he saw them. And he
knew something bad had happened. Quentin, Jake, Woj, and Max were all
naked, with their hands behind their backs. He ducked down and watched
behind them as they approached, waiting to see if they were being
followed. Once they’d covered half the distance to him, he rose, having
seen nobody other than them.
“What happened?” he asked.
“We ran into some kids from Stonefield,” Woj said.
“They outnumbered us by a wide margin, ten of them,” Quentin began.
Adam didn’t need to know it wasn’t that many. “They asked why we had a
set of clothes with us, and when we told them, they decided we should
join you.”
By then, the boys had reached where Adam stood, and
he now saw why they had kept their hands behind their backs. “So, I
guess that means searching for them is out.”
“Yeah. They made threats if we returned. Why didn’t you just get your phone and call someone?”
“Because there are six girls there, and it didn’t look like they were in a hurry to leave.”
“We have our phones,” Max said. “But you need to use one of them since
we can’t. Maybe instead of your sister a few guys we trust.”
“And I’m guessing that if I did that you guys would still make me hold
up to my bet. No clothes for me unless I call my sister.”
“No,
we’re not that mean,” Quentin said. He was about to say more but then
he glanced behind Adam. “Shit. The girls. The six you said were at the
creek. They aren’t there anymore. And they’ve already spotted us.”
“Run,” Jake said. He took two steps and stopped because only Adam had followed.
“Run where?” Max asked. “We’re deep into Stonefield territory, and
those girls are between us and the border. And with our arms bound, we
can’t outrun them anyway.”
The six girls were already trotting towards them. Fear didn’t keep any of the five boys from getting a boner.
“Hey, no covering up,” Quentin said. “If we can’t, you can’t either.”
Adam glanced at him, and then back at the girls. His hands remained
firmly across his privates. But his defiance only lasted until the
girls reached them. “Put your hands behind your back or we’ll use your
shoelaces to tie them there,” Carley threatened.
He didn’t
want them tied, so he moved them. The girls walked around, laughing,
looking, and touching. The girls used long blades of the wild grass to
measure one boy each tearing the blade to match the length of the boy’s
dick. “We’ll use a ruler to see just how long you really are, and maybe
your name and the value will appear on the scoreboard at the next swim
meet,” one of them said. “Of course, we’ll have to let the girls from
your school know what the number represents.”
After what seemed like forever, Carly asked, “Does each of you have a sister within 2 years of your age?”
They all did, and answered as such.
“Okay. We will cut your wrists free on three conditions. First, each of
you will use your phones to call your sisters and tell them that you
ended up here naked. You will beg them to bring you something to wear.
Second, you will tell your sisters that they should each bring one or
two guests when they come with the clothing. And finally, you will not
cover up. Not now, and not when your sisters and their guests arrive.
If you do, your shoelaces will be repurposed. Do all of you understand
those conditions? There will not be any warnings.”
It was
horrible being naked in front of the Stonefield girls. But asking their
sisters to bring one or two guests would be far worse. Their sisters
knew who liked them, and who didn’t. Their dicks were already jerking;
not covering up would be very difficult indeed.
“What if you
just hold the phones up to our faces and leave the plastic bands in
place,” Quentin suggested. “I for one doubt that I could keep from
covering up without them. We can tell them to bring a knife so they can
release us once they are done and we’re allowed to get dressed.”
The other boys, except for Adam, mumbled similar statements. His arms
were already free, and he was having a lot of trouble keeping them
behind his butt. When his sister showed up, he guessed he was going to
fail. But better to have them free until then.
“Unless you
want to tell the whole truth to your sisters, this is how we will
explain this. All five of you bet on a game with five of our boys. The
stakes were high, as the losers had to go to the other side of the
border and give up their clothing and allow girls to see them. You guys
lost. Change that if you want, but unless you do, that’s the story. But
there is one problem with it. You all have plastic bindings on your
wrist, and Adam doesn’t. We don’t have any to put on his wrists.”
“Easy,” Jake said. “He’s not on the swim team yet. He joined in with us
because he wants to be a member. The plastic ties are just for members.
But since he joined in the card game, he suffers everything we do.”
“Okay, I guess that will work,” Carly said. She looked around at the other girls, and they all agreed.
“Adam, your phone is over there in the branch of that tree,” Carly said. “Go and get it.”
It was going to happen. Not just his sister, but apparently many other
girls he saw every day in school were going to see him naked. His arms
refused to follow orders, and as headed for the phone he covered up
When he returned, the phone calls began, all at the same time. The boys
had to answer questions as their sisters thought it sounded highly
unlikely and thought it was a trap. Finally, the girls took over the
phones and explained the situation.
Judy Simpson added one
more thing while talking to Woj’s sister. “Your brother and his friends
are pretty desperate to get something to wear and get out of here.
Perhaps desperate enough to grant you a wish. You should meet up with
the other sisters and discuss it on the way here.”
Once the
calls were done, the girls hadn’t failed to notice that Adam had
covered up. His shoe laces were removed and when ordered to put his
arms behind his back, he didn’t refuse. Now he, like the other boys,
could not cover himself.
“Sorry to leave you like this, but
it’s the golden rule,” Carly said. “Adam, I really kind of like you,
and you’re cute. I hope you’re not too pissed.” She and the other
Stonefield girls left.
“I’m not dumb,” Adam said once they were alone. “Something changed. What happened? Why did you guys end up naked?”
“Look, Adam, we uh, kind of…” Max began.
Afraid he was about to tell Adam that they’d cheated just to get him
left here naked, Quentin cut in. “We thought it was safe. We went to
where we told you we’d leave your clothes, but there were these other
boys. They thought the bet we made with you was funny, and that we
should have to participate too. We thought about fighting them, but
they outnumbered us 2 to 1 and we’d have ended up naked anyway. Our
clothes are up there with yours.”
“Yeah,” Jake confirmed.
“That’s about how it happened. But look at the bright side. You’re not
alone in this. All of us are about to have the worse time of our lives.
Together. You’re with us, and I think the vote to put you on the team
will be unanimous.” He looked at Quentin, daring him to counter his
statement.
It was a long 10 minutes before they saw the first
of the girls heading towards them. Eighteen girls in all. Their sisters
and their sister’s friends. Girls who their sisters knew would
embarrass the boys the most.
For Adam, he saw that included
two of his cousins. One was his age, the other twelve. His sister,
Lucy, was a year older than him, having just turned fourteen. He
suddenly remembered laughing his head off last year when Tracy’s top
came off when she dived into the pool. He’d been twelve, and she
eleven. Her boobs were hardly more than bumps, but it embarrassed her
to no end. His sister told him that someday they’d get revenge,
something about a golden rule. He now saw on Tracy’s face that her
revenge was at hand.
Each of the boys experienced tremendous
fear as they saw who was approaching. Girls they had a secret, or
sometimes not so secret, crush on. Girls they had teased and made fun
of. And of course, their sisters. And as Quentin and Woj saw, not just
one sister, but all of them. Woj’s twin, Clair, along with their
younger sister who was twelve. For Quentin, it was his twin 13-year-old
sisters, Angel and Andie.
With their hands bound behind their
backs, there was nothing they could do. The girls laughed and giggled.
They were touched and compared with each other. Requests to them to
untie them and give them clothing were ignored. For the boys, it was
worse than the worst nightmare they’d ever had. For the girls, it was a
dream come true.
It seemed to the boys to go on forever. The
girls went from one boy to another, around in a circle, spending more
time with certain boys than others, but every boy was seen by each of
the 18 girls.
Finally, it reached an ending of sorts. The
girls went to the bags they had brought. When they returned, they each
had a bikini top, which they put over the boy’s chests.
“That is the clothing we said we’d bring,” they explained. They cut off the boy’s protests.
“Each of you have been very rude to more than one of us,” Eve said, looking at her brother. “Isn’t that true Max?”
“Yeah, but please, we can’t…”
“Oh, you can go home like that,” she continued. “It would be horribly
embarrassing, and we’d all get into trouble for sure. But think of all
the girls at school that we would tell what each of you looks like.”
“You’ve got another option,” Quentin said. “Out with it.” He glared at Angel.
She casually looked back at her brother. “Remember that time two years ago at the campground when…”
“Wait, stop,” Quentin begged. She did. But her twin continued.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve seen you naked Quentin. You were
spanked at the campground because you pantsed another boy. Right in the
open, a bare-backside spanking. And you got hard, just like now.”
“You cried,” Angel added. “Big tears, and when it was done, instead of
covering up your erection, you jumped around rubbing your ass. A dozen
or so kids saw it. One of them is here now. And I’ll let on a little
secret. She took a picture of you. Me and Andie have seen it. No one
else. But that could change. Maybe all the girls here would like to see
it?”
“No, please, I was just a little kid then,” Quentin said.
The other boys didn’t feel too sorry for him. He’d always been the
leader. The one who came up with punishments when he felt that one of
them didn’t try hard enough in practice. To hear this side of his life
was exciting. And, it took the attention of all of the girls off them
and onto him and his sisters.
Ida Johnson laughed. “I don’t
carry it around with me. It is well hidden. And it will remain my
secret treasure if, and only if, you command all of your team mates to
complete one action.”
“That’s right,” Jake’s sister Deb began.
“In fact, we have clothing, real clothing for you. You can go home
dressed normally. We won’t tell parents, and can even be convinced not
to tell other kids. All you have to do is ask us to untie your hands so
that you can masturbate for us.”
“You first, Quentin,” Angel
said. “You do it, without hesitation, and we all watch. Then you pick
the next boy and order him to do the same.”
“But if you
hesitate, or complain, then the deal is off, and you go home as you
are,” Andie continued wen her twin paused. “There are enough of us to
easily retie your hands, and we brought enough rope for all of you. All
you have to do is ask us to cut your bindings.”
“What if I do it and the others won’t?” Quentin asked.
“Well, it is all for one and one for all. If anyone refuses, you all
end up like you are now and we leave, with your clothes. So your
leadership skills will have to come into play.”
“And we won’t
tolerate delays,” Lucy said, looking at Adam. “Do I need to tell some
of the dark secrets of your life? Like the time you went sleepwalking
in the nude and Mrs. Loughton had to bring you home?”
Adam’s
ears were so hot he thought they’d catch on fire. Not only his sister,
but the three Loughton kids, two girls a year older than him and a boy
his age, had seen him totally naked. And now, everyone here knew it.
“You five need to have a private discussion that won’t take more than a
minute,” Angel said. “You need to choose. Do you go home like you are
and get us in trouble? Or do something that is more embarrassing than
anything that has ever happened to you, but then you go home fully
dressed? You have one minute to decide and then we leave, taking the
rest of the clothing we brought with us.”
“Wait,” Adam said as
he saw her look at her watch. “I for one don’t trust you. Show me the
so-called normal clothing you brought for me.”
His sister
shrugged her shoulders and went to the bag she’d brought. She dumped it
on the ground. He saw the shirt, boxers, and shorts he’d worn
yesterday. That and a short piece of rope, suitable for tying his hands
behind his back. They hadn’t needed to use his shoelaces.
“Satisfied?” Angel asked. “Clothes that each of you have worn in the
past week. No surprises. You have one minute to announce your unified
decision or we leave.” She again looked at her watch.
“They’ll
do it,” Quentin began. “My sisters don’t make idle threats. I sure as
hell don’t want to jack off with all of them watching me, but I’d
rather do that then go home like this.”
Each of the other boys
thought about things they’d said and done to their sisters and sister’s
friends over the years, and to some of the girls their age more
recently. They each came to the same conclusion. The girls were not
making idle threats. And, they did not want to walk home wearing
nothing but a girl’s bikini top.
“We’ll do it,” Quentin said. “Untie my hands.”
“Why should we untie your hands?” his sister asked.
He thought back. Then it hit him. He had to say what he intended to do. “So I can beat off. Masturbate if you prefer.”
With a smile that covered her face, Angel showed a knife and went
behind her brother’s back and cut the plastic ties that bound his
wrists. She then hurried to the front, not wanting to miss even a
second of the show.
It should have been so simple. He’d been
hard for around thirty minutes now. His hands were free. But gripping
his dick and jerking it with eighteen girls watching, not to mention
four other boys, made him freeze.
“Okay, we’ll retie your hands,” Angel said after a few seconds. “Then we leave.”
“No, wait, I’m just, uh, scared. I’ll do it, please. Look, I’ve already
started.” And he had. The fear of going home like he was motivated him
to overcome his other fears.
It didn’t even take long. Two
minutes tops, and then, much to the enjoyment of the 18 girls watching,
he fired five whitish bursts of cum in an arc, landing a foot from his
feet.
“No more hesitations will be tolerated. Ask the next
boy, and all of you remember, if any of you don’t start right away or
refuse, you all go home naked and bound.”
Quentin turned to
Jake. “Jake, ask them to cut your wrists free so that you can jack off
for them. And please, don’t do what I did. Just put your hand on your
dick and do it.”
Jake felt close to passing out as he asked
the horribly embarrassing question. Once his wrists were free, he
rubbed them for a second and then grabbed his twitching dick with two
fingers and a thumb from his right hand and began to do what no other
person had ever seen him do. Like Quentin before him, it didn’t take
long, and soon his seed was on the ground in front of his feet.
“Woj, you’re next,” Quentin said. “Ask them to cut you free so you can jack off.”
The show continued down the row. Each boy, by himself, facing all those
girls while doing something they’d previously only done in private.
Each of them hating it, but being more scared of going home naked than
being watched jacking off.
It came down to Adam. Quentin was
worried about the boy. He hadn’t spoken during the quick meeting. And
the kid’s dick was not hard.
“Adam, ask them to cut, well, I guess untie your wrists so that you can Jack off.”
Watching all the other boys hadn’t settled his brain. It had been very
interesting seeing the different methods each of the boys used. Now it
was his turn, and he wasn’t sure he could do it. He saw Angel and Lucy
move.
“Lucy, untie my wrists so that I can, uh, jack off.
Please.” There, he’d managed to say it. But could he do it once his
hands were free?
“Please don’t chicken out,” she whispered as
she pretended to be having a hard time untying the knots in the
shoelaces. “I don’t want to be in trouble, and you sure as hell don’t
want to be the reason your new friends have to go home naked. You can
do it. Just put it out of your mind. Close your eyes, don’t look at us
watching you.” The knot came free, and she dropped the shoelace over
his sneakers and returned to where the other girls were watching.
He closed his eyes, and tried to picture his room with him on his bed
staring at the ceiling, thinking of Sheri Cooper, the girl he loved.
Whoops, that was a mistake, she was ten feet away watching him. Someone
else, please, he said silently to his brain. It came to him. A girl who
acted on a sitcom he liked. He focused on her. Imagining he was on the
set; another actor, and he was going to surprise her only to find her
stepping out of the shower, naked, and without her glasses.
It
was working. His dick was getting hard again. In his private TV show,
she said, “Adam, is that you? What are you doing here? I was taking a
shower.”
“Yeah, I can see that Sally,” he said, unaware he’d
said it out loud. “Let me dry you.” Sally was her character’s name, the
one he’d use if he were in the show with her.
He didn’t hear
the giggles. His sister and several other of the kids, including two of
the boys, had a good idea who he meant. In his head, he was drying her
breasts. Her large, smooth breasts with the nipples sticking out. Then
he moved his hands, forgetting the towel, to her middle.
His
dick exploded with energy. He fired more cum than he’d ever shot
before. His movie scene dissolved into real life. Him, with his dick in
his hand, facing 18 very amused girls.
After a few last looks,
the sisters dumped their bags onto the grass. Then the eighteen girls
all left. The boys scrambled to their piles of clothing and dressed as
quickly as they could.
“You were pretending to be with Sally
McGreger in the TV show Sally’s Rules,” Woj said to him. “That was so
cool. I dream of her too. What did she look like naked in your dream?”
Embarrassed, Adam still managed to recall the image and described it
the best he could. He knew he’d be seeing her again that night. In his
head. Real life didn’t work like that.
The other boys
congratulated him, admitting they had doubts he was going to do it.
Even Quentin told him he did good. Dressed again, they headed as a
group across the border and back towards Silver City.
As they
approached, they could only hope that the girls would keep their word,
and that none of the other kids they saw ahead of them knew that ten
minutes ago they’d been naked and jacking off in front of a large group
of girls.
What they didn’t know was that Helen and Jane Smith
and Abby Townsend had been hidden in the grass not too far away. They
had heard the embarrassing stories about a couple of the boys, and they
watched with interest as each one of them had rubbed their dicks until
cum shot out. And Helen had a picture of Adam, the boy she liked, with
his hand on his penis as cum shot out from the tip. She might never
show it to anyone, but she knew she’d look at it every night before bed.
The next morning, there were several pictures attached to telephone
poles along the side of town that faced the border. The pictures showed
the five boys from the waist up with their hands behind their backs.
The five boys were topless, and had been take near the creek, so the
boys were pretty sure that when the picture had been taken, they were
bottomless too. It showed the five boys in a line: Quentin, Jake, Woj,
Max, and Adam. Under each boy’s picture was a number. 5.125, 4.5, 4.25,
4.75, and 4.25. It didn’t take a genius for teenaged boys and girls to
guess what the numbers referred to.
Rumors ran rampant through
the town. That they’d been stripped naked for entering Stonefield. That
every girl across the border had seen them naked. That they’d been
forced to give blowjobs to Stonefield boys. And more.
Four
boys and three girls had trapped Woj in an alley and pantsed him. The
girls measured him, and confirmed that the number on the picture was
the length of his erect penis. Word of that spread, and by noon, the
five boys had been forced into the field near the border by dozens of
boys and girls. When they refused to lower their pants, they were
stripped. Shoelaces were used to tie their hands behind their backs.
Within an hour, they guessed that upwards of 60 girls between the ages
of 10 and 17 had seen them naked. Nearly every girl in their grades in
school. Some of the boys who had heard the rumor that they’d sucked off
dozens of Stonefield boys stated that they should do the same to Silver
City boys.
It was their sisters who saved them once they heard
what was happening. Clair Wojcik lied, telling the crowd that the
sheriff had heard some of what was going on and was starting an
investigation. Deb Pointer said they were also checking cell phones
since they’d heard that pictures of minors were being taken.
That caused dozens of girls to suddenly grab their phones and start
deleting. Most of the other kids left in a hurry, only a few who wanted
to see what would happen next remained behind.
“We didn’t hang
the pictures,” Angel said to Quentin. “None of us did. We’ll tell Sandy
King, and I think she’ll take care of it.”
“Uh, okay, could you please untie us?” Quentin asked as he eyed the remaining kids.
Angel stepped back, enjoying the look of desperation on her brother’s
face. Then she smiled. “Yeah, we think enough kids have seen you. Some
say upwards of 80% of the girls and 50% of the boys in Silver City have
been here, but we think those numbers are a little on the high side.”
But she didn’t move.
“Well?” Adam asked. “What do you want from us?”
“Or are you just going to leave us like this?” Woj questioned.
“Yeah,” his sister replied. “But we want an honest answer, and if we
find out that you lied to us, next time the boys in town decide to gang
up on you, you’ll have to deal with them on your own. We heard that you
gave five boys in Stonefield a blowjob. Is that true?”
“Absolutely not!” the five boys all swore.
“Okay.” Their sisters stepped forward and began untying their wrists.
From behind him, Lucy whispered in Adam’s ear. “How about you? Did any of these boys make or ask you to suck them?”
“No!” he said emphatically. “They didn’t, and I wouldn’t have anyway.”
“Have you ever given a blowjob to any boy?”
Adam realized that his sister was just tugging on the thin cord that bound his wrists, she was not trying to untie the knots.
“No, of course not. That would be gross.”
“Really? That’s the truth? Not even Jackson Wentworth?”
Adam froze. She knew. Or she at least guessed. And his hands were still tied.
“I wonder if I left you like this if your new friends would untie you? Maybe we should find out how much they really like you?”
Adam was pretty sure that they would. But pretty sure was no guarantee.
If it were up to Quentin, he might be left behind, naked and bound.
“Okay, I did. Him and Tony Banks. They said they’d tell you I did if I didn’t.”
“I thought so,” she said softly. “Jackson was convinced you were gay,
but then just before we moved here he told me he was wrong. I asked him
what changed his mind, and he said he offered you something he thought
would prove that you were, but you refused. He said he made you do it
anyway. I guessed it was a blowjob. I didn’t know about Tony.” She was
now untying the knots. The other four boys were all gathering up their
clothing that had been scattered and tramped on. Fortunately, none of
the kids had thought to take the clothes with them.
Quentin came over to where Adam and Lucy were. He had Adam’s clothes. “Having trouble with the knots?” he asked.
“I did, but I just got them.” She stepped back and Adam reached around and grabbed his clothes.
“Thank you for getting them,” he said politely to Quentin.
“Yeah, well you’re one of us now. That used to be a big deal, but after
today, it may not mean much. But we take care of each other.”
Things stayed quiet as kids watched for a police car coming to their
door. When nothing happened over the next two days, they began to
breathe again and venture outside. They mostly left Quentin and his
friends alone.
The boys had to come up with an explanation for
who provided such information about them on the picture, and how that
person or persons obtained the numbers, as those questions still
persisted. They said it was lucky guesses, which, of course, no one
believed.
The End