Casper Cam

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2025 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

[10,699 words]

Violet has had an ongoing feud with the boy next door for almost all of her life. Casper (don’t make any jokes about a friendly ghost) is almost fourteen years old, a year younger than Violet. He isn’t mean. Not really. He’s just immature for his age.

Now Casper has a problem… a very embarrassing one. In fact, it’s beyond embarrassing. And the only person who can help him is Violet. Casper has swallowed his pride and asked her for help. Will Violet overlook her anger at the obnoxious brat and help him out?


Casper Cam
by PatrickNaked

I had just managed to doze off when Joan woke me.

“Psst. Violet. Your little neighbor boy is peeking over the hedge at us. You didn’t tell me he was a perv.”

Joan and I were spending a lazy Saturday out by the pool. We were lounging on lawn chairs under a big patio umbrella.

I opened one eye and looked over towards Casper’s yard. There he was as she’d said. I could only see his eyes and that tangled mop of curly blond hair over the top of the hedge. The eyes looked frantic.

I called out, “I can see you, Casper, you puerile little scamp. Were you hoping we’d be sunbathing topless? Maybe bottomless too?”

He let out a little yelp, then hurriedly said, “No. No, of course not.”

I said, “Yeah, it’s not like you ever spied on me through the hedge before. Oh, wait… yes, you have. More than once.”

He said, “I was a little kid when I did that. I was curious about girls.” He added, sounding smug, “Now I know all about them, so I don’t need to spy.”

Joan snickered, then said, “Yeah, and they know all about YOU. They know enough to stay away.”

“Shut up,” was his brilliant comeback.

I waited, but he didn’t say anything more. He didn’t go away either.

I sighed and said, “Is there something I can help you with? Or do I have to tell your mother her baby boy is a peeping tom? And that he was jerking it as he peeped at Joan and me by the pool?”

I could hear his outraged gasp. “I wasn’t doing it. I mean, doing THAT. I don’t do that. And you shouldn’t be talking it anyway.”

I was getting impatient. “Get to the point, Casper. My phone is right here. In about five seconds I’m calling your mother.”

“No. Wait. Don’t. I have to ask a favor.”

I laughed. Joan did too. She knew my history with Casper.

I asked, “Why the hell would I do you a favor? You've been a butthole to me for your entire life."

He said, "I haven't done anything lately."

I had to laugh again. "What about using the super soaker on me when I was going out to a party a couple of weeks ago? Or constantly letting the air out of my bicycle tires? Should I go on?”

"That's all in the past. I'm fourteen now. Or I will be soon. I've grown as a person. All those childish pranks are behind me. I'm a new man."

He was being really funny that day. "You're not even remotely a man. You’re an immature adolescent boy. Now get to the favor or go away. We're trying to be lazy here."

There was a long pause. Then he asked, "Can I come over there? I don't want to yell this over the hedge."

Joan was shaking her head at me and mouthing, "No, no, no."

I disappointed her. I wanted to hear what Casper had to say.

"Ok, Come around through the side gate. And this had better be good. If you've interrupted my day for something stupid, I might just spank your bottom right in front of Joan. Your BARE bottom."

Casper knew I didn't make idle threats. I'd actually spanked him before. His mother had dropped him off at my house so I could watch him while she was at the store. She couldn’t trust him to be alone even for an hour. I was eleven and he was ten. I was only a year older, and he resented me being his babysitter. So he was being even more obnoxious than usual.

I finally had more than enough of his crap. I'd warned him, but as usual, he didn't listen. I grabbed him and pulled his shorts and underpants down before he knew what was going on. He’d been running around without a shirt that day, so I’d rendered him practically naked. While he stood there in shock at what had just happened, I took a moment to look him over thoroughly, then dragged him across my lap and spanked his ass.

After I let him up, he stood there in front of me, crying and vigorously rubbing his sore bottom. This made his little penis and balls bob up and down comically. I couldn’t help but laugh. It felt so good to finally get back at him in the ultimate way. From then on, no matter what he did to piss me off, he’d remember that I’d seen him naked AND spanked his little butt.

Still crying, he said he was going to tell both our mothers what I’d done. Of course he didn't. It would've been too embarrassing for him to admit to anyone that a girl had overpowered and spanked him. And he would've had to tell her why I'd done it.

He tearfully asked me if he could pull up his pants. I told him he could when he stopped crying. That took a while. I'd probably humiliated him more than he'd ever been in his entire life. And the longer it took him to stop crying, the longer he had to stand in front of me in that state. When he tried to cover himself up with his hands, I stopped him and said, "Crybabies don't get to be modest." That made him cry even more.

When he managed to stop crying, he bent down to pull up his clothes, only to find them gone. They were laying a few feet away where he’d kicked them off his feet while I spanked him. I could tell he felt even more foolish as he dressed in front of me.

I got a good long look at Casper that day, front and back. And I got to feel his bare bottom beneath my hand and his penis laying against my leg just under my shorts. I never let him forget it either.

When Casper made his way around to the gate and into my backyard, he stopped in front of me looking sheepish.

I told him, "Get to the favor. Or Joan gets to watch the show."

He crossed his arms over his skinny chest. "You wouldn't dare. And anyway, you wouldn't be able to. I'm not ten anymore. I'm bigger. And badder."

THAT was funny.

Joan sat up in her chair. "You mean you actually spanked him when he was ten?"

Casper sputtered, "You... you didn't know?"

Even though the boy could be a little turd, I still thought he was cute. I hadn't wanted him to be completely humiliated by every kid in town knowing about the spanking.

I looked at him and said, "I never told anyone about that. YOU gave it away just now, not me."

Calvin said, “Shit.”

Joan asked Casper, "Did she pull your pants down?"

Casper looked sulky and refused to speak.

I gave him a warning look and told him, "Answer her if you want that favor."

He hung his head shamefully and muttered, "Yes."

Joan asked, "And your underwear?"

It took him a moment, but he finally said, "Yes, my underwear too."

Joan shrieked with laughter. "Oh my God. This is HILARIOUS."

Casper's face was red.

Joan asked me, “I have to know… Did you see everything?”

I told her, “I saw all there was to see, which wasn’t much.”

Casper hollered, “I was TEN.”

I said, “And your penis is so much bigger now, I’m sure.”

“More than YOU could handle.”

Joan and I both laughed like crazy. His boast had NOT had the intended effect. He glared at us till we could finally quit laughing.

I asked him, "Are you going to stick by the claim that I couldn't spank you now? I'll have to prove you wrong."

Still looking down, he shook his head. Casper may have been a stubborn little brat, but he wasn’t entirely stupid.

"Good boy. Now... the favor. Or else."

Casper glanced over at Joan, then back at me. "Can we... can we speak in private?"

I told him, "This is private. My parents are out all day. We have the backyard to ourselves."

He shuffled his feet and looked uncomfortable. "No. I mean, can you and I talk? By ourselves? This is really, really personal.“

I said, "And Joan is my really, really personal friend. Whatever you say to me, you can say to her."

He actually stomped his foot. “Please? Please please? It’s going to be bad enough telling just you. When I tell you what it's about, you'll know why. This would ruin my life if it gets out. I know you and I aren't on the best of terms. And maybe some of that is my fault. But you wouldn't want my entire life to be ruined, would you?"

He looked so miserable, I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. "Joan is discreet. Aren't you?"

Joan held two finger ups and said, "I'll never tell. Scout's honor."

Casper almost screamed, "You're not a scout!"

Joan said, "Relax. I was just teasing you. I promise to be discreet."

The boy stood there undecided, agonizing over whether to tell us this terrible thing or not. His shoulders finally slumped as he said, "Ok. But both of you can never tell anyone in the world for the rest of your lives."

I said, "Cross our hearts, Casper. Now talk. This is getting tedious."

He shuffled his feet some more before saying, "Ok. But don't laugh at me. This is bad enough as it is. So please, don't laugh. Please.”

We waited.

Casper let out a big sigh and said, "You always told me you were really good with computers..."

I said, "Yes. And you said I couldn’t be because girls weren't computer savvy. We didn't have the brains for it."

Casper cringed. "Yes, well... I was just trying to make you mad. I know you're good at it. You're in that advanced computer club at school. And it’s ALL girls, so obviously girls can do it. And everyone says you're the best out of the bunch. Anyway, I'm having a computer problem. It's actually way bigger than that, but it started with the computer."

I asked him, "Did you get a computer virus? Or ransomeware? Were you on some skanky porn site? That'll do it. And be honest with me or leave. I mean it. If I’m going to help you… and I have no idea why I’m even considering it… you’re going to be completely honest. NO LYING.”

Casper said, "Well... I HAVE been on some porn sites. Just a couple of times. No more than five or ten. Maybe more. Like, twenty or thirty? But that’s it. No more than fifty. But I don't think that's how this happened. Or maybe it is, I don’t know. I... well... I... this is awful. I can't believe I'm about to say this."

"Say it," I warned.

Casper looked down while he spoke so he couldn't see our faces. "When I look at porn... and even when I don't... I get... you know... horny. I get horny a LOT here lately. And when it happens, I have to... you know... jerk off."

The last couple of words were so low I could barely hear them. "Speak up, Casper."

He glared at me, but said in a louder voice, "When I get horny I have to jerk off."

Joan was covering her mouth with her hand, shaking as she tried not to laugh. I hoped she could hold it in. Casper looked ready to bolt at any moment.

Casper heard the little noises Joan was making. He looked up and frowned at her. "It's not bad. A lot of boys do it."

I told him, “ALL boys do it. Now continue."

He looked back down at the grass. "Well, Mom got me a new computer a while back. And a huge monitor. I mean HUGE. And a really good webcam for zoom meetings on school projects.”

I had to prompt him after he stopped talking. “And…?”

“And... well, I used to like to do it... jerk off... in front of the mirror in my bedroon. I just like watching myself doing it.”

He looked up to see if we were judging him. We were.

I said, “So you like watching boys jerk off.”

His mouth dropped open. “Not BOYS. One boy. Me. Just me. I don’t know why. I just like it.”

He looked down at the grass again. “Anyway, I decided to see what I looked like jerking off on the computer monitor.”

Joan said, “Ewww. Gross. You don’t leave it there do you? Running down the screen?”

Casper’s head snapped up. “NO. Not ON the monitor. I mean, I jerked off on the webcam. Crap… not ON the webcam. I mean…”

I came to his rescue. “I know what you mean. You had the webcam turned on and pointed at you while you did your nasty little boy activity.”

Casper stared at the grass. He was going to have it memorized before this was over. “Yeah. I recorded myself, you know, doing it. Then I watched it afterwards. I did it a bunch of times for months. Front views, side views, back views. Laying on the bed. The bed is right behind my computer desk, so the webcam has a really good view. And… I’m always… naked… when I do it, so I had videos of pretty much ALL of me. Naked. And hard. And jerking like crazy.”

I saw a tear fall to the grass.

Joan must’ve seen it too. She said sarcastically, “AWWWW.”

Casper said, “I know. It’s REAL funny.”

I gave Joan a warning glance. We didn’t want to make Casper leave in a huff and miss all of this.

I told him, “Go on.”

“Well, a few weeks ago, I was on the computer doing homework. For REAL. It was homework, not porn. Then all of a sudden, there was one of my videos on the screen. It was one where I was…”

I waited, then said, “Yes?”

He said, “The details aren’t necessary.”

I said sternly, “They are if you want my help. What were you doing in the video?”

He made a pitiful little sound, then said, “I was on the bed with my butt towards the cam. I was… oh god… I was humping a big pile of pillows. Humping really hard. You could see…”

He let out a sob.

“You could see my ballsack swinging back and forth. It was very undignified.

I asked, “Could you see anything else?”

I knew the answer. I just didn’t know if he’d admit it. But he must’ve REALLY wanted my help.

“You could see my butthole. And those goddamned swinging balls. And I was… moaning and gasping. I mean, this was REALLY private stuff. The kind of thing NO ONE should ever see.”

Luckily Joan didn’t laugh after that admission. I’m sure Casper would’ve vaulted over the hedge.

“I thought I must’ve hit the wrong button or something. I started looking around at the computer screen to see how that damned video had popped up like that. Then a voice came over the speakers. It was obviously filtered. It sounded like a robot. It said, ‘I’m watching you right now. You’re trying to figure out what just happened. How did you bring up one of your shameful videos. YOU didn’t do anything. Except masterbate in a variety of ways, of course. Some were quite creative.’”

“I freaked out and started to shut the computer down. The voice told me to stop. It said if I did it would send some of my videos to my mother’s computer. To show me it could, another window popped up. It was the view from my mother’s laptop webcam. She was looking at the screen, probably playing that stupid candy crunch game. The voice told me that was a live view.

“It said, ‘Do you want Mom to see her little boy all naked and sweaty and masterbating three times a day. Believe me, I have ALL the videos you made. There are hundreds. And I have videos I made that you never knew anything about. I’ve been watching you and recording for quite a while.’

“I… I started crying. And don’t laugh. You would’ve too. The voice said, ‘Poor little Casper. Too horny for his own good. And apparently REALLY self-obsessed. A few gigs of video files proves it.’

“I felt like I was going to throw up just thinking about some fat, hairy, middle-aged guy in his basement jerking off to ME jerking off. Ugh.”

Casper shivered in revulsion.

“Anyway, he said he wouldn’t make my videos go viral if I did everything he said. If I refused, everyone I know was going to get copies in their inboxes.”

Casper dropped down to sit in the grass at our feet. I think his legs just gave out on him. This was really taking a toll on the boy. I almost felt sorry for him. Actually I DID feel sorry for him. Like I said, I didn’t hate him, even though I had plenty of reasons to.

I asked him, “What did the voice tell you to do?”

“First, he told me to take all my clothes off. I didn’t want to, but he’d obviously already seen me naked a bunch of times. After I did it, he said to take the webcam and hold it a few inches away from me, then move it all over my body so he could see every inch of me close up. Mainly my… dick and balls. It even made me lift my dick up so the webcam could see my whole ballsack. Then my chest and armpits and stomach. Then I had to hold it behind me so it could see my butt. After that I had to put the webcam on the floor pointing up, then squat over it. That showed my…”

I said, “We get the picture. And you just did all of this?”

Casper’s voice got shrill. “What could I do? Let my mother see those videos and think I’m some kind of pervert?”

Joan unhelpfully said, “You ARE some kind of pervert.”

Casper screamed, “I’m NOT!”

I said, “Ok, Ok. Calm down. And Joan, be a little more understanding. He’s a young adolescent boy with all kinds of hormones pulling him in every direction. It’s no wonder he does such depraved stuff.”

Casper said, “Thanks. I think. Anyway, he also made me take the webcam into the bathroom… it’s bluetooth so it isn’t wired… and set it up to watch me taking a shower. And peeing. And… the other. I have to take it in there every day whenever I have to do anything. He said he would know if I didn’t. And he would. He won’t let me turn my computer off, so he can watch anytime he wants. Can you imagine how awful that is? Knowing someone is watching and recording your most private moments?”

Joan said, “It doesn’t sound like it’s all that private to ME.”

I gave her another look, then asked Casper, “Is that all it’s made you do?”

Casper said, “No. I started getting packages. He told me to tell my mother they were books. The first one was a big… realistic dick with a hardon. I had to… you know…”

I said, “Suck it? On cam?”

Casper looked even more humiliated at this admission. “Yes. While I was jerking off. And I had to use it… another place.”

Joan asked, “What other… ohhhh.”

Casper continued, “Then there were crotchless panties I had to model. Then there was another cam. One of those sport cams with its own battery and SD card. I had to take it to school and hide it in my locker in the boys locker room. It was dark gray and the lockers are about the same color, so you wouldn’t notice it if you didn’t know it was there. I had to put it up high in the locker so it could look down and see me undressing and putting on my gym clothes. Then after class, getting undressed again. It was pure luck… for him, not me… that the showers are right in front of my locker. The cam didn’t just see me stripping and taking a shower. It caught a BUNCH of guys. If they ever find out, they’ll kill me. AND I’ll get arrested and go to prison.”

I told him, “I think you’d have a good defense that you were blackmailed into it. That won’t stop the other boys from killing you, of course.”

Casper said, “Thanks. I have to take the SD card home every day and dump it into the computer. And I guess he liked seeing me in my jockstrap so much, he made me take it home and model it in my bedroom a bunch of times. My mom walked in on me while I was wearing it once. Talk about EMBARRASSING. She asked me why I was wearing it. I told her I thought it was getting too small and I needed another, so I was checking it out to make sure. She walked around me looking at it… AND my bare butt. She never even considered how embarrassing it was for my mom to see me like that. She pulled the waistband out and even tugged on the pouch. I was DYING. She agreed it was too small for me now. She stated crying and said, ‘My boy is growing up.’ Gag. So I got a brand new jockstrap out of all that. Great. That made it all worthwhile.”

I asked, “Anything else?”

He said, “That’s about it. It has me do variations of everything, but it’s pretty much all the same… me getting naked and being humiliated. On video. AND making me guilty of getting other guys at school butt naked on video. Some of them are my friends and I feel terrible about it.”

I’d always thought Casper was a selfish little narcissist who wouldn’t care about anyone but himself. But he seemed sincere. I asked, “So you want me to find out who’s doing this to you.”

He added, “AND get all the videos back. And find out if they’ve already gone viral all over the dark web. And maybe kill the guy who did this if you can.”

I told him, “I won’t be murdering anyone for you, but I’ll see what I can do about the rest. No guarantees.”

He was so relieved, he started crying. “Thank you, Violet. I’ll owe you big time for whatever you can do.”

I said, “Yes. You will.”

A couple of days later I showed up at Casper’s front door. It was a Saturday morning and I knew his mother would be at work all day. He answered the door still half asleep. His hair was more tousled than usual. He was wearing a grubby t-shirt and some baggy boxers. I was sure he was still too asleep to realize how he was dressed. I couldn’t wait to see his face when it dawned on him.

He asked, “Violet? Did you find out anything?”

I told him, “Yes. A little. Let’s go up to your room.”

He looked uncertain. “Ummm… can we talk downstairs? My room’s kind of a mess.”

I said, “No, we’ll need your computer.”

I pushed by him and started walking up the stairs. He squeaked and hurried after me.

He cried, “Wait. Wait. He might be watching through the webcam. He likes to be there when I first wake up. He can’t know I told anyone about this. He warned me if I did, I’ll have to do even WORSE things as punishment. Public things.”

I told him, “Don’t worry. The guy’s using your wi-fi to get into your computer. I disabled your internet line before I knocked on your door. He’s locked out for the moment. He’ll just think it was a normal service interruption.”

I went down the hall and opened his bedroom door, breezing in as if it were my own room. Casper was still scrambling to keep up. I stopped and looked around at the dirty clothes lying around the floor and the bed, including some white briefs and the jockstrap he kept at home for his watcher. It looked grungy. Casper’s face told me he was obviously wishing he kept his room in better order.

He said, “Please, don’t even LOOK at the jockstrap. He makes me jerk off in it and won’t let me wash it. It’s gross inside.”

The briefs and jockstrap must’ve reminded him that he was in his boxers in front of a girl. He looked around frantically, then grabbed some jeans off the floor.

I snatched them away and tossed them aside, saying, “No time for that. We have work to do.”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to his computer desk. I sat down, then told him to go find another chair. He obviously didn’t like being ordered around in his own bedroom, even though he should’ve been used to that after all the demands from the watcher. He looked like he was going to say something he’d regret, but finally turned and left the room.

Once he’d returned with another chair, we sat side by side facing his huge monitor. I pulled a usb drive out of my pocket and plugged it into his computer.

I told him, “I was able to trace his connection back to a server where he’s storing your video files, but I couldn’t get farther than that. Yet.”

With a few mouse clicks, I had a video up on the monitor. There Casper was, stark naked. He was saying, “Again? I have to do it again? I don’t think I can.”

A metallic voice responded, “You’d better. And I know you can do it. You’re almost fourteen. Boys your age can do it ten times a day or more.”

Casper, the one sitting beside me, gasped and said, “You looked at the videos?”

I said patiently, “How else would I know if they were what I was looking for?”

His face was bright red. “How many did you look at?”

“Only some. So far. Maybe ten or twelve. But we’re going to have to analyze every one of them for any clues they might give us.”

On the screen, Casper was holding his penis and pulling on it. After a few tugs, he proved the watcher was correct. It started to harden in his hand. He started pumping it more vigorously, looking ashamed at what he was doing.

“STOP. Please, don’t watch this. Oh my God.”

I told him, a little less patiently, “I’ve already seen it, Casper. And others. It’s too late to be embarrassed.”

He cried, “No, it’s not. You’re watching it right here with me. I’m having to watch you watching it.”

In the video, Casper closed his eyes. Despite being forced to do it, he was feeling the pleasures his hand provoked. He threw his head back and moaned.

The voice said, “There. That’s my boy. You say you don’t like it, but you can’t help yourself. It feels GOOD.”

In another minute, he started pounding away even quicker. Then he spewed out a stream of goo. From the angle, it had to have landed all over the desk. There wasn’t a huge quantity since he’d already done it that day. He pumped a few more times till he’d gotten it all out, then he dropped his had and looked into the cam. His eyes were full of misery and shame. A small drop hung from his penis.

The voice said, “See? That was a good one. Now wipe your penis so you don’t drip on the carpet.”

As the Casper on the screen cleaned himself up, the one beside me looked away and said, “Are they all this bad? The ones you’ve seen?”

I told him frankly, “They’re not good. Anyone who watches even a couple of these will know you VERY intimately. That’s all it took for me to know every inch of your body. And the others? Well, you’re hard and jerking it in most of them. And humping things. And inserting things. That’s just twelve videos. There’s hundreds on that server. I managed to download all of them without leaving a trail.”

Despite the humiliation that was turning his face even redder, Casper’s eyes brightened. “You deleted them?”

I told him, “No, just downloaded copies. If I delete them, he’ll know someone found his cache. And if he has other copies somewhere else, and he probably does, he’ll use them against you. He might make you start doing those public things. Or just send them out to everyone. Do you want everyone you know to see them? Including your mother? That one we just watched was probably the tamest out of the bunch.”

Casper slumped forward till his head bonked on the desktop.

I told him, “Don’t worry. I couldn’t get any farther than the server, but all hope isn’t lost. I do my best when I’m working with the other girls in our computer club. We all work best in a group. They should be here an a few minutes. There’s five of them. Between all of us, we’ll figure this out.”

“Wait,” he shrieked. “Five more girls are coming HERE? Are they going to see the videos too?”

I told him, “Of course. They have to know what we’re working with. There’s all kinds of metadata embedded in video files. We’re going to analyze everything we can. We should be able to reverse engineer the data and trace it back to its origin. Trust us. We do this kind of thing all the time.”

“Not with me on the screen naked and… and all that other stuff.”

I gave him a stern look and asked, “Do you want to find out who this guy is and stop him? Do you want to find and destroy all the copies of your videos? And do it before he can release them into the world?”

Casper glumly said, “Yes.”

“Fine. I hear them at the front door. Go let them in.”

As he stood up, he looked down at his boxers. “I need to put on some pants before I let a mob of girls in.”

I sighed and said, “Casper. They’re about to see you in a whole lot less.”

He made an unhappy noise and stomped out of the room and down the stairs.

When he returned, has surrounded by the girls from my computer club. AND Joan.

Casper pointed at her and told me, “She shouldn’t be here. She’s not in your club.”

Joan said, “I was here at the start when you told Violet about your little problem. I’m going to see it through to the end. And by the way, do you ever wash those boxers?”

The girls all had their laptops with them. Even Joan. I used a mobile hotspot to connect them together along with Casper’s computer. With a few keystrokes I soon had the videos streaming to everyone. It would take a while to distribute the entire massive horde, but we could start working with them as they arrived.

I made Casper bring in more chairs. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to have one, so a couple of girls sat on his bed… AFTER they made him remove the dirty underwear and nasty jockstrap.

No. 3… we go by numbers in our club… commented on his choice of underwear. “Why are there dirty briefs all over everywhere, but you’re wearing boxers?”

“I just wear boxers to bed. They’re more comfortable.”

No. 4 said, “You look kind of cute in your underwear, Casper. But you might want to button the fly. Casper Jr. is peeking out to see what’s going on.”

He looked down and let out a squeak. As he fumbled at the fly, more of Casper Jr. made an appearance, enough to let everyone know it was circumcised. I’d noticed his exposure when he’d answered the door, but didn’t say anything. I can be mean that way.

No. 5 said, “Don’t worry about it. From what No. 1 has said, we’ll be seeing with a lot more that that.”

Casper moaned, but not with pleasure.

No. 2, sitting on the bed, looked at the sheets with disgust. “There are crusty spots all over. Gross.”

I told her, “That’s because he jerks off three and four times a day.”

Casper cried, “Violet!”

I told him, “They’re going to see for themselves soon enough.”

Soon all the girls were looking at their laptops screens. Everyone was watching a different video than the rest. Casper was wandering around the room, looking at what the girls were looking at. The pitiful noises he kept making were almost lost beneath the sounds from the videos… instructions from the voice, Casper’s whining complaints, Casper’s moaning and gasping.

More than once a girl would stare at her screen, then look up at Casper, then back down again. No. 2 told him, “Casper, you might as well lose the t-shirt and boxers. You’re not hiding anything we haven’t already seen.”

No. 3 added, “In high resolution.”

No. 4 said, “And very well lit at that. I could count your pores in some of those closeups. I never knew the skin of a penis head has a totally different texture than the shaft.”

No. 5 said, “I’m surprised you have pubic hair. You look so young. I have to keep reminding myself that we’re the same age.”

No. 4 said, “It’s because he ACTS so young. Like he’s five.”

No. 2 looked at Casper sadly. “You DO act kind of immature.”

No. 3 said, “But he doesn’t look immature below the belt. You’ve got a nice one, Casper.”

He moaned again.

I told him, “Get over here and stop torturing yourself. Here’s a video that looks like it was taken before the watcher made himself known to you. Girls, look at mother006.mp4.”

The video opened with Casper sitting at his desk. He didn’t look well. His mother opened the door and entered without knocking.

Casper whined, “Mommmm. I’m fourteen now. You need to knock first. I need my privacy.”

She said, “You’re not fourteen yet. And I know why boys your age need your privacy. If you’ll recall, I’ve caught you at it more than once.”

Casper wailed, “That’s because you don’t knock.”

His mother said, “Anyway, you’re sick and I’m your nurse. Nurses don’t knock. The doctor said I was to take your temperature every two hours and give you your medicine four times a day till you’re well.”

No. 3 said, “I remember this. You were out sick for days. We all thought you were faking it.”

Casper said, “Well, I wasn’t. And Violet, stop the video. Please.”

On the screen… multiple screens actually… Casper’s mother sat down on the foot of his bed. She placed a few items she’d carried in next to her.

“Come over here, Casper.”

He grumbled, but got up and stood by his mother. He was wearing the same boxers. “Give me the thermometer, Mom.”

She said, “Oh, I will. But you’ve got to drop your underwear first.”

He cried out, “WHAT? Oh, no no no no noooo. I’m too old for that.”

She said in a firm voice, “Casper, do as I say.”

I guess she knew he rarely did as she said, because she reached out and yanked his boxers to the floor. Casper yelped and tried to cover himself with his hands.

“There will be none of that.” She grabbed him and easily pulled the boy across her lap. His upper body was hanging down at an angle, allowing his t-shirt to slide down and bunch up around his shoulders. With his underwear hanging around his ankles, he was practically naked. Of course, the girls had already seen a lot more of Casper than that. But I could tell they were as pleased with his obvious embarrassment in the video… and in person… as I was. Casper pissed of a LOT of people.

The Casper sitting beside me pleaded again for me to stop the video. I ignored him.

His mother opened a jar of petroleum jelly and scooped out a glob of it. With the other hand, she parted the boy’s buttocks.

He cried out, “Mommmmm.”

She rubbed her greased finger over his butthole, then slid it inside him.

“Mommmm. Don’t stick it all the way in me!”

She said, “Honey, I’m about to stick even more things in you. And I’ll be doing it every two hours till you’re well. You might as well get used to it.”

Once she was sure he was lubricated enough, she produced a thermometer and stuck it in.

Casper continued to complain. “I’m fourteen years old. You don’t do this to fourteen year olds.”

“Apparently I do, honey.”

After she pulled the thermometer out, she looked at it and sighed. “Your temperature is way too high, dear.”

Casper almost yelled, “I already knew that. I could’ve told you. You didn’t have to shove something up my butt.”

“Stop yelling, honey. Here comes the next intrusion.”

She picked up a large suppository from the bed and stuck it where the thermometer had just been. She slid it in deep.

Casper cried, “Oh my GOD. This is humiliating. That’s your entire finger.”

She said, “I have to get in in far enough that you don’t expel it.”

Before she allowed him to get up, she took a small hand towel and wiped his bottom.

Once he stood, his t-shirt fell down as he pulled his underwear back up. He stood glowering at his mother silently. She wasn’t disturbed by it. I’m sure she had lots of experience with petulant Caspers.

No. 5 said, “Oh my GOD. I can’t believe we just got to watch your mother take your tempy like a little baby. And wipe your wittle bottom. If No. 1 hadn’t sworn us to silence about anything we saw, I’d be spreading this all over the school.”

No. 3 said, “Don’t forget all the nakedness, hardons and jerking off.”

I told her, “Remember our code of conduct. We’re professionals.”

No. 5 said, “I know. I know.”

Casper had his head on the desk again.

We found quite a number of videos from before Casper knew he was being watched. He jerked off a LOT. He didn’t need any commands from a disembodied voice to order him to do it.

Sometimes he just played with himself without actually jerking off. He fondled his penis and balls with a big smile on his face. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself when he was alone. Once he faced the webcam and moved his hips back and forth rapidly, making his penis and ballsack flop up and down. They made obscene slapping sounds. That ridiculous maneuver somehow turned him on and he was soon jerking again.

He’d pile his pillows up on his bed and hump them. A couple of times he used a rolled up sleeping bag. He’d kneel by the bed and stick his penis between the mattress and box springs and start making sweet, sweet love, holding a pillow and kissing it passionately the entire time.

As we watched the videos, the Casper in the room with us moaned in misery with his head on the desk. He’d look up occasionally at his computer monitor to see what horribly humiliating video was playing at the time.

I heard No. 2 scream, “Oh my God. It’s the boys locker room. Full of boys. Everybody, check out locker0034.mp4.”

There was Casper pulling his t-shirt over his head. The edges of the video were a blurry gray. That was the sides of the locker. Casper looked straight into the camera and made a face. Then he backed up a step so he was visible down to his mid-thighs. He finished removing his clothes till he was naked. He reached into his locker and withdrew a jockstrap.

No. 5 exclaimed, “Oh boy. And I mean BOY. I’ve never seen one in a jockstrap before.”

Once Casper had pulled it on and adjusted himself inside the pouch, he glanced around to see if anyone was looking. Then he backed up another step and turned around so his bare bottom was visible.

No. 3 said, “The watcher must’ve told him to do that.”

No. 5 said, “And I see why. That looks… it looks…”

I told her, “Breathe. Don’t pass out. Remember, this is obnoxious little Casper we’re looking at.”

She said, “I know, but I can’t help it. Jockstraps are sexy. Look at that ass.”

No. 2 told her, “5, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

There were glimpses of other boys to either side of Casper. They were in various states of undress. Some were caught entirely naked. The girls knew all of them. They whistled and laughed, delighted to secretly see boys they sat next to in class without their clothes.

Once Casper was in his gym clothes, he reached up and turned the camera off. When it came back on, it was obviously after gym class. Casper was sweaty. His curly hair was plastered to his head. His t-shirt was soaked all the way through. Glancing hatefully at the camera again, he began to peel off his sodden gym clothes.

When he was down to just his jockstrap again, No. 5 called out, “Oh, yeah.”

Sweat was rolling down Casper’s slim body. He stood for a moment, again under the watcher’s orders, then slid the jock down, leaving him naked.

He left the locker door open as he turned and went into the shower area. Now that he wasn’t blocking the view, everyone could see about a dozen naked boys under the hot, steamy spray. They were laughing and shoving each other. Their penises and ballsacks flopped around as they played. The girls called out the names of the boys they recognized. They compared penis sizes and remarked how some of the boys were kind of disappointing, while others were way bigger than expected.

No. 2 said, “I like the balls as much as the dicks. Is that weird?”

No. 3 told her, “It’s a package deal.”

I was glad my girls got to see their male classmates in all their nakedness. It was like a secret power. They’d always know something about the boys, something very intimate, and the boys would be completely ignorant of it.

We watched a lot more locker room videos, revealing even more boys. It all came to a halt when Casper raised his head and wailed, “How is this helping?”
His face was so red from the constant assault on his modesty that he looked sunburnt.

I told him, “It’s showing us what the watcher sees. It puts us in his head, letting us know him better. It also demonstrates to us the gravity of the situation. And even more importantly, the watcher may give something away in what he says to you that gives us a clue to his identity.”

Casper said miserably, “But this is destroying me. I can’t stand it. A whole room full of girls… girls I see everyday at school… are looking at me naked and doing all that stuff. You all will remember this forever. I’ll never feel like I have any privacy ever again.“

I told him, “That right there is WHY we need to do this. Seeing how much you’ve been humiliated… AND the invasion of privacy of all those other boys… makes us appreciate how serious this is. But that’s all for now. We’ll watch more later. In the meantime, we can start looking at that metadata and see if we can find his IP address. Or something to tell us who he is.”

Casper looked at me with his most pitiful expression. He said, “And none of you are going to tell anyone about this? Please tell me you won’t.”

I said, “I already told you we wouldn’t. Now, why don’t you go take a shower while we do all the boring technical stuff. You… well, you smell like you were doing it last night.”

He sniffed at himself before saying, “Of course I was. He makes me get naked and do it every night before I go to bed. Two and three times. My mom has walked in on me about five times. Or six. Actually around ten or fifteen. She says it’s excessive even for a boy my age and she’s going to take me to a doctor. The videos of it are in there I’m sure. It feels like the whole world has watched me jerk off.”

Casper stomped off to his bathroom for a shower. The girls started their electronic sleuthing, trying to track down the culprit.

A few minutes later, No. 3 pointed out something to me. I waited till I heard the water shut off in the shower, then boldly opened the bathroom door and went inside. Caper was drying himself off. He made that little squeak when he saw me.

He cried, “Violet, I’m naked.”

I told him disparagingly, “I’ve seen you naked about a million times today.”

“But… but… but… this is in real time. I’m naked in person.”

I’d noticed that too. I got a good look at him. It WAS different in person.

He tried to wrap the towel around himself, but I snatched it away and grabbed his wrist. As I dragged him through the bathroom and out the door, I told him, “Forget that. No. 3 found something important.”

The girls all whistled and applauded as I dragged the struggling boy through his bedroom. Joan was the loudest of all. Everyone had to put up with a lot of crap from Casper. Me most of all because I live right next door. Joan had to hear all my grievances every time the brat did something to me. So she was enjoying his unfortunate turn of events. Even though someone else had victimized Casper, Joan saw it as her own personal revenge for my sake.

I made him stop in the center of the room. He was surrounded by girls, and they were all looking quite closely indeed. Since they were all sitting, they had an eyeful of Casper’s penis and balls. His admittedly cute little bare butt too.

Was I taking advantage of the situation? You bet I was. Casper looked like he was in agony.

He had been correct. As humiliating as the videos had been, being naked in the flesh (so to speak) was entirely different. It was immediate. It was NOW. He was completely naked in front of a room full of girls. Girls he knew. Girls he had tormented for years with silly, childish pranks. Girls he was going to see again on Monday and every school day after that. His face had returned to that sunburn red. When I released his wrist, he clasped his hands over his crotch.

“You didn’t have to drag me out here like this,” he wailed.

I asked him, “Do you want to find this guy or not? If not, we’ll all leave right now and he can keep on making you do degrading things on camera. He can keep on watching every moment you’re up here in your room. In your BATHROOM.”

He was suddenly quiet and meek. “No, please. Don’t leave. I can’t stand it when he makes me do things. I can’t stand him watching. And I just know one day he’s going to release all those videos to everyone. My life will be over.”

No. 3 spoke up. “Do you know anyone in University Place? That ritzy neighborhood?”

Casper tried to think, unconsciously dropping his hands. The three closest girls, including Joan, leaned in for a closer look. They were no more than a foot away.

Not noticing their scrutiny, he said, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

3 said, “It’s gets more complicated than you could understand… not that you’re stupid. You just don’t know computer stuff like we do. And… well, you AREN’T all that bright either. Anyway, I traced a connection back to a cell tower in that neighborhood. That tower covers a lot of area. I can’t pin it down any more than that. At least, not yet. Are you sure you don’t know anyone there?”

Casper said, “Sorry, but no. Do you think it’s someone who knows me? Not some fat, middle-aged guy?”

No. 2 said, “It would explain how you were chosen. We’d been thinking this was just a case of someone feeling around till he found a vulnerability in your wi-fi network. Like, it could’ve been anyone. But you may have been targeted. Someone with a grudge against you wants to put you through hell. And face it, everyone you’ve ever met has a grudge.”

No. 5 snapped her fingers. “Something’s been bugging me. You just mentioned the bathroom videos. I looked at a few of them. Anyone else?”

Casper’s red face turned pale. “You didn’t seen any of them with me… on the toilet, did you?”

5 said, “Actually, yes. Boy, was THAT a private moment. Or, at least, it should’ve been.”

Casper said, “Every one of these moments should’ve been private.”

5 continued, “Anyway, I could hear the voice from your bedroom as he talked to you in the bathroom. Something he said has been nagging at me. Girls, look for the bathroom videos. The file names start with ‘bath’. I can’t remember which one it is.”

Casper yelled, “No!” and did a little jump up and down in his distress. It made everything flop around. He must’ve felt it because he looked down and yelped, then covered himself up again.

I had to ask him again, “Do you want to catch this guy?”

He timidly said, “Yes. But can I at least put some underwear on? Please?”

No. 4, sitting on the bed, picked up some briefs. She held them delicately between her thumb and forefinger. “Here’s some, but I think they’re dirty.”

Casper held his hand out and said, “They’re fine. I’ve worn dirty underwear before.”

I intervened. “Nope. You have to stay as you are. And don’t start squeaking at me. There’s a very good reason. After we look at the bathroom videos, we’re all going to hide off-camera and I’m going to reconnect the internet line. Your secret admirer might start getting suspicious if it’s out for too long.”

Casper’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, man.”

We all started watching the bathroom videos. There were a lot. Every girl had the same video on her laptop as the others since No. 5 was the one who picked up on some clue the watcher let slip. I was streaming the vid from Casper’s computer. He was sitting by me at the desk again. It was his eyes that were red this time. He looked like he was going to cry.

I could understand why. We went through about twenty videos. The camera didn’t just watch him through the big glass door of the shower. We all saw him standing in front of the toilet as he released his steam of pee. And we saw when he was sitting there doing his other business. The girls couldn’t contain their laughter every time poor Casper had to take a dump.

Joan laughed the loudest. “Look at the little turd making MORE little turds.”

Casper was crying now. The day had been too much for him. Not only would these girls always remember him naked and jerking off and doing other humiliating things, they’d remember him sitting on the toilet doing one of life’s most private functions.

No. 5 yelled, “Stop. That’s it. Go back to the beginning, No. 1.”

This was was relatively tame for a bathroom videos… no toilet usage. Casper was in the shower. The voice had just told him to leave the shower door open so he could hear instructions.

It was saying, “Oh, yes. Soap it up real good. That’s it. Those balls too. Get everything clean. So clean. Mmmmm. Turn around. Let me see you soaping up that bottom. Now bend over and let me see. Oh, yes. Spread your legs more. Spread those cheeks open. Oh my. You know what to do now. Get that finger all soapy.”

Casper looked away from the screen so he couldn’t see what happened next. He already knew. Once his counterpart on the monitor had finished, the voice said, “You can dry off now. You know, you have the cutest body. I always knew you would.”

No. 5 said, “There. ‘I always knew you would.’ The watcher knows you, Casper. That’s the only thing that could mean. Now we know for sure this wasn’t just random.”

I looked at him and asked, “You didn’t think that statement was suspicious?”

Casper said, “I’d stopped listening to all that kind of stuff. It was so sickening. I only listened for his orders. All the other stuff was just noise.”

I said, “Ok. I’m going outside to fix the internet line. Everyone move these extra chairs out, then line up against the wall on either side of the computer desk so the watcher can’t see you if he checks in. I’m hoping he will. I’m hoping he’ll talk. Maybe we can learn even more about him.”

Casper whined, “I don’t like this idea, Violet. You know what he makes me do. I’ll be standing right here in front of the monitor and you all will be looking right at me.”

I said, “Casper. We’ve all seen you do it just about every way it can be done. Including with a feather duster.”

“But this time it’ll be in person. While I’m doing it, I’ll see you all seeing me. Always before I was alone.”

I told him, “I’m not arguing about it. Start putting the room back in order. Well… not in order. Just the way it usually is. No. 2, I’ll call your cell right before I reconnect the line. Everybody make sure you’re out of the camera’s view.”

When we were all in our places, we waited. Casper was sitting at the foot of the bed, still naked. The watcher made him stay that way whenever he was in his room. (His mother had finally started knocking since she always found him naked or naked and jerking off. Of course, she’d knock and immediately enter and see it all anyway. But it was a start.)

I’d warned Casper to not look at us. The watcher couldn’t suspect we were there. I told him to do what he normally did when alone. I’d seen enough videos to know his habits and told him so. He played his part well. While he sat, he used the fingers of both hands to fluff up his pubic hair. Then he fondled his penis, not jerking, just kind of gently massaging it. It hardened a bit, but only about halfway.

Embarrassed to be doing this in front of all us girls, he glanced up at me with a scowl. I made a face back at him that clearly said, “Don’t look at us, dumbass.”

When he got tired of his penis, he started cupping his balls and massaging them. On the videos, he always watched himself as he stroked and squeezed. Watched very intently. The boy was fascinated with his own private parts. Maybe all boys his age were.

Then everyone heard the voice.

“I see you’ve started without me, Casper.”

Casper sprang to his feet. He said, “I… I…”

The voice said, “Never mind that. I was starting to get suspicious when I couldn’t access your computer.”

Casper said, “It was an outage. It’s back now.”

The voice ignored his explanation. It said, “You’re looking especially nice today. Turn around so I can see the rest of you.”

Casper turned fill he faced away from the webcam.

“Now bend over and let me see it.”

Casper hesitated, knowing the voice wouldn’t be the only one to see it. He finally bent over and grabbed his ankles. He held that position for a while.

The voice finally said, “That’s enough. As you know, I don’t have a fetish for buttholes, although you DO have a nice, pink one. Mostly, I just like to remind you who’s boss here. Now turn and face the camera. It’s time.”

Casper did. He looked miserable. He knew what was coming.

“Ok, get to it. I want to see some action. Or maybe your mom will see some of your action on her computer tonight.”

Casper grimaced and looked our way again. He quickly looked back and said, “Ok, I’m doing it.”

First he moved the desk chair out of the way. Then he got a towel out from under the bed and laid it out on the carpet in front of the desk.

The voice warned him, “Don't stand too close. I don’t want you getting it all over the webcam again. I don’t like not being able to see you.”

Casper stepped back and took his penis in hand. He started stroking up and down. It was already half hard. We watched it getting harder. In about half a minute it was sticking all the way up. He looked ashamed, but he kept on.

I could hear Joan whisper, “Oh my God,” to my right. I lightly kicked her shin.

It took Casper around ten minutes. The voice kept telling him to slow down and make it last. It said, “All boys your age want to get to the finish line as quick as you can. You just want to jerk, squirt and go on to the next mindless distraction. You’re a child. You should listen to me. I can make a man of you. You won’t be a puerile little scamp anymore.”

I doubt Casper was even listening. He shuddered and told the voice, “I’m almost there. You want me to tell you when it’s coming. It’s… it’s…there. Ohhhhh.”

A long gout of fluid hit the desktop. Then another. And another. Casper moaned and thrust his hips forward and back. He kept stroking and gasping even when nothing more emerged. It obviously felt good. Really good.

I caught movement to my left and right. The girls were all exchanging incredulous, delighted looks. They’d seen Casper do this many times, but always on video.

The voice said, “Nice. You enjoyed that. Don’t deny it. You LIKE masterbating for me.”

Casper yelled, “I DON’T!”

The voice laughed. “Afraid I don’t have much time today. That little outage has made me late. But I’ll see you later tonight.”

After a couple of minutes of waiting, Casper said, “Sir? Sir?”

It was obvious there would be no answer. I reached my foot over and toggled the switch on the surge protector on the floor by the desk.

I said, “There. Just in case he tries to log back in. He’ll just think another outage happened.”

Casper’s head was hanging low. He didn’t speak.

I asked the girls, “Did anyone catch anything he might have given away about himself?”

No. 3 said, “I think he’s older. The way he kept talking about how young Casper is sounded like he was at least middle-aged.”

Casper spoke up. “I told you.”

No. 4 said, “Maybe a teacher?”

No. 2 said, “He seems to know Casper, so that would make sense.”

I clapped my hands to get everyone’s attention. “Ok, we’ve learned a few things today. We need to all go home and think about it. You all have copies of all the videos on your laptops now. Watch them. ALL of them. See if you can discover anything else.”

Casper groaned.

I told him, “You can get dressed now. AFTER you clean the desk.”

I watched the girls riding off down the street on their bicycles, going to their homes. Joan hadn’t left yet. She stood beside me.

She asked, “Can we go hang out in your backyard for a while?”

I told her, “Sure.”

After we settled into our usual chairs beneath the big umbrella, I waited. Joan had something she wanted to say.

It took a few minutes, but she finally said, “It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the watcher.”

I wasn’t going to lie to my best friend, so I said, “Yes. What gave me away?”

She said, “The voice called Casper a puerile little scamp. That’s what YOU called him this morning. That’s a very specific group of words, and not what someone would normally say. I doubt two different people would come up with it on their own, especially on the same day.”

All I could say was, “Crap. I thought I was being so careful. Well, besides Casper, you’re the only one who heard me say it. Do you think he’ll figure it out?”

Joan laughed. “Casper? Use his brain? No, I think your secret is safe. And it IS safe. I’m not telling anyone. You know what I think of the little twerp.”

I said, “He IS a twerp. But I kind of like him. I don’t know why.”

Joan asked, “How did you manage to do the voice while we were all in the same room? Do you have an accomplice?

I told her, “No. If I was going to have an accomplice, it’d be you. It was all pre-recorded. I have a little remote I hid in my hand that controls it. Press a button and it starts. Press again and it stops.”

Joan asked, “Nice. What are you going to do now?”

“We’ll have a few more sessions with the girls. We’ll watch the videos. With Casper in attendance, of course. And by the way, the others are NOT in on it. They’re genuinely trying to track down the evil, perverted hacker. I’m sure they don’t mind humiliating Casper even more while they do it, though. But they’re dedicated. And good at what they do. Just not nearly as good as me. They’re still learning. I left them a little trail of digital breadcrumbs that’ll lead them around in circles for a while, then hit a dead end. They’ll had to admit they couldn’t find the watcher. A failure will give them some humility. Losing isn’t always a completely bad thing.”

“What about Casper?”

I told her honestly, “I’m not sure. I keep changing my mind. I’ll probably taper off, not hound him every day. Maybe the watcher will show up once a month or so. It’s too much fun to stop completely. And a lot of it depends on Casper. If he keeps on acting like a butthole to me, his real butthole might end up on his fellow students’ phones. Or something even more embarrassing. There’s a lot of video to chose from.”

Joan hesitated, then asked, “You wouldn’t… ruin his life, would you?”

I said, “I thought you couldn’t stand him.”

“I can’t. But I still wouldn’t want to see him completely destroyed. I actually felt a little sorry for him today.”

I said, “Ok, no complete annihilation. I won’t release any of the ones that show him doing some of the more depraved acts. But nudity, and maybe some masterbation, is still an option.”

Joan settled back into her lawn chair and said, “Sounds fair to me.”