UAABB Code of Conduct Part 2
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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 Part 2
 
 Tim was my cousin, one year younger than me but just about
 the same size.  "But mom, how can you let them do this to
 me.  It isn't natural for boys my age to be seen in briefs,
 especially not in school."
 
 "It will become natural.  And I agree with the study report,
 boys with excessive modesty tend to also display the most
 anti-social behaviors.  Besides, you're only thirteen;
 little boys shouldn't be so modest."
 
 "I'm not a little boy!" I said.
 
 "Then why are you crying?"
 
 I wasn't crying, not really.  There were just a few tears in
 my eyes, I don't even know how she spotted them while
 driving the car.  Besides, I was about to have to spend a
 week in school in briefs, that was enough to make anyone
 cry.  But I just let it drop, she was just like Mrs. Gates
 and her mind was made up.
 
 When we got to my aunt's house my mom explained the
 situation.  Tim was there, along with his two sisters Abby
 and Kathy.  Abby also had a friend over, and all of them
 enjoyed hearing about my punishment.
 
 "Tim stopped wearing briefs last year, but I think he still
 has some in one of his drawers," Aunt Clair told my mom.
 "Tim, would you go look and bring down any you find please?"
 
 "Sure, mom" Tim answered, running upstairs.  He came back in
 a few minutes with a stack of folded white briefs.  "I only
 had four pair up there" he said, handing them to my mother.
 
 "Here, CJ, try this on and see if they fit" she said to me,
 handing me one pair.  I started for Tim's room, but she said
 "Stop fooling around, just try them on here."
 
 "But mom, here in the living room?  I can't put these on
 with the girls watching."  I looked at the girls.  Kathy,
 who's eleventh birthday was still a week away, was
 interested, but at least her face was red.  But Abby, who
 was thirteen, was smiling slyly waiting to see me.  "You big
 slut, you're hoping for a chance to see this, aren't you" I
 said to her.
 
 "Clark!  That is enough this is exactly the type of behavior
 that I'm talking about.  I've told you, little boys
 shouldn't be so modest.  Now PUT THESE ON!"
 
 I started to pull the briefs on over my pants, but was
 stopped before I even got my first foot in.  "Stop playing
 games.  Take your pants and boxers off and put these on to
 see if they fit" my mom said.  The girls had actually inched
 their chairs closers to get a better view.
 
 I couldn't believe they actually thought I would strip in
 front of three girls and my mom and aunt.  "I'm not doing
 this' and there's no way you can make me" I declared and
 started to walk towards the door.  But my mom and aunt each
 grabbed an arm and pulled me back.  "Tim, pull his pants off
 while we hold him" my mom said, and Tim eagerly jumped up at
 the opportunity.
 
 No amount of struggling, pleading, or begging made any
 difference.  I couldn't break loose and Tim made a quick job
 of removing my pants.  "His boxers too?" Tim asked, and then
 those were gone too.
 
 "Now go over and apologize to the girls, especially Abby,
 for your behavior" my mom said.  "And if you know what's
 best you won't force me to make you do it."  She pushed me
 in the direction of the girls.
 
 I covered my groin with my hands, causing my mom to yell at
 me to keep my hands at my side, but I just couldn't move
 them.  My aunt said something to Tim that I couldn't hear
 and he went running out the back door.  While I tried to
 mumble some sort of apology, Tim returned.
 
 My mom and my aunt again grabbed my arms and called on Tim
 to help.  They held my arms against a short piece of plastic
 pipe that had bunches of holes in it, and Tim used a short
 piece of rope to tie my arms in place.  Once my hands were
 bound to the pipe, they let me go again.
 
 "Now you can apologize again, and next time I tell you to
 keep your arms at your sides I'll bet you listen," my mother
 said.
 
 In horror, I looked at the three girls.  None of them were
 looking at my face, their eyes were all fixed on a lower
 spot on my body.  "Look" Kathy said, pointing at my groin,
 "he has little hairs all above his thing."
 
 My mother turned me around to have a look, and then turned
 me back to face the girls.  "I'm not sure he has displayed
 the maturity to be allowed to have hair there.  Would you
 girls like to take the responsibility for removing them?"
 
 The girls didn't even hesitate to accept and Abby and her
 friend ran back to her bathroom.  "Please mom, don't do
 this, I'm really sorry.  I promise, it won't happen again."
 
 "Are you uncomfortable with the girls seeing you naked and
 touching you?"
 
 "Yes, of course I am" I answered.
 
 "Then, this will help you to overcome that.  Like we've
 said, you are far too modest, that leads to bad behaviors.
 This is all for the best."
 
 The two girls came back with a razor and shaving cream and
 started to work on my pubic hair.  My cousin Tim was
 laughing at the show.
 
 "You'd better be careful and learn from your cousin's
 misfortune" my aunt said to Tim.  "You're behavior hasn't
 been too good lately either, and I think this program might
 be good for you as well.  In fact, I think we'll try it out
 for a while to see its effect.  Why don't we keep one pair
 of these briefs here for now until I buy you some more.  You
 can wear your boxers to school, but here at home I think you
 should just wear these."  She handed one pair of briefs to
 Tim.
 
 "You mean under my pants, don't you?"  The girls had stopped
 shaving me to watch how this was playing out.
 
 "No, I think just the briefs.  Go ahead and put them on
 dear."
 
 "But I didn't do anything wrong" he yelled.  "Why should I
 get punished just because CJ is too stupid to stay out of
 trouble?"  Even I knew it was the wrong thing to say and the
 wrong time to say it.
 
 "Do you need the girls to help you do what I told you?" his
 mother asked.  The girls got up from the job of shaving me
 to be ready to assist if called upon, but Tim could see
 which way the wind was blowing.  He turned his back and
 dropped out of his pants and boxers and pulled on the
 briefs.  It was clearly a struggle for him to get them on
 because they were way too small.  Most of his cheeks were
 hanging out around the edges.
 
 When he turned around, Kathy reached for the front of the
 briefs and said "Can we see if he has any hairs too?"
 
 "No, you little twerp, get your hands off me" Tim said,
 pushing her back.  I think he knew as soon as he did it that
 it was the wrong action.
 
 "Tim, let the girls see if you have any hairs" was all his
 mother said.  Tim stood there while Kathy pulled down the
 briefs and began her inspection with Abby and her friend
 looking on.
 
 "It's hard to see them, but I can feel them" she said as she
 felt around her brother's groin.
 
 "Lay down next to CJ and we'll do you next" Abby said.  Tim
 did as she said, but he looked at me with an angry look as
 though he thought this was all my fault.
 
 Before the girls got back to work, my mom and aunt announced
 they were going to go to the store.  "The briefs are too
 small, we need to buy more.  We'll be back in a little
 while.  Boys, you mind yourselves and do what the girls tell
 you."
 
 They completed shaving me and started on Tim.  They pulled
 me to my feet as soon as he was made as smooth as me.  "I
 think we should tie Tim to the pipe too to keep him out of
 trouble" Abby's friend said.
 
 "No, that's okay" Tim said as he tried to pull the briefs
 back up.  "I'll be good."
 
 "I think it's a good idea" Kathy said.
 
 "Yeah, but should we tie them face-to-face or back-to-back?"
 asked Abby.
 
 "If we tie them facing each other, we could spank them" said
 Kathy, "but if their backs are together we can see them."
 
 In the end, that was the argument that won out.  Tim tried
 very hard to not get tied to the pipe along with me, but
 promises of worse treatment if he refused eventually won him
 over.  Of course, as soon as his arms were bound out to the
 side like mine, the briefs he was wearing were removed.
 
 "You know, it's too bad mom didn't make them public
 property" Kathy said.
 
 "What does that mean, public property" her sister asked.
 Abby was in ninth grade, I guess the flyers didn't go out to
 the high school.
 
 "It means that we could touch them anywhere we wanted and
 they would have to let us."
 
 "Well, she kind of implied it I think" Abby's friend said.
 "I mean, she told us to shave them, we couldn't do that
 without touching them."  I sure didn't like the direction
 this was going, and I was pretty sure Tim didn't like it
 either.
 
 "Tim what do you think, are you two boys now considered as
 public property?" Abby asked, putting her brother on the
 spot.
 
 I don't know what he was thinking, or even if he was
 thinking, but after hemming and hawing a few times he
 actually said he guessed we were public property!  I had to
 speak up.  "Look, if Tim wants you touching him, that's okay
 with me, but I'm not a toy for you to play with.  You've had
 your fun, now I think its time you untied me until our mom's
 come back from the store."
 
 "I think Tim is right, and since he admits it, I don't think
 we have to keep him tied up" Abby said.  "But CJ clearly
 isn't going to cooperate and do as he's told like mom said,
 so we need to keep his arms tied to the pipe."  I could feel
 them untying Tim's hands.
 
 They made us lie down, and Kathy started exploring parts of
 me she had never seen before.  Her touches made my dick wake
 up and respond to the attention it was getting, making my
 embarrassment even worse.  The girls laughed, and took turns
 feeling it and then feeling Tim's to compare the difference
 between hard and soft, but it only took a few touches of a
 girl's hand before Tim's dick rose up just like mine.
 
 "You know, this is a lot better than the drawings in our
 health book" Abby's friend said.  "Too bad we couldn't have
 a real boy there for that part of the lesson."
 
 Before Abby could comment, we heard the car pull up and our
 moms were home.  Tim and I were still sporting erections,
 but our moms didn't say a word about them.  "How did the
 boys behave" my aunt asked.
 
 "Tim was embarrassed, but he behaved fine and didn't cause
 any trouble.  But we had to keep CJ tied to the pipe because
 he wanted to get dressed again and wouldn't tell us the
 truth."
 
 What was this?  I didn't tell any lies, she was just making
 this up.  I started to protest, but then I realized that it
 wouldn't do any good.  It would be my word against that of
 the girls.  And who knows, Tim might even help them.  So I
 didn't say anything.
 
 "That's too bad, I was hoping for more improvement" my mom
 said, tearing open a package of underpants.  "Would you put
 one of these on CJ to see if they fit please?"
 
 Kathy quickly volunteered and pulled the briefs up over my
 erection.  The briefs were too small and my balls were
 squeezed into a space too small for them, but my mother came
 over and looked.  "They look like they'll do just fine.
 Let's go home and have dinner then CJ."
 
 Meanwhile, my aunt had torn open another package and handed
 them to Tim, who quickly pulled them on.  They were not a
 bad fit on him, and were a lot better than the pair he had
 on earlier.  "That looks fine Tim, I think that size will do
 for now.  I'm glad to hear you could behave."
 
 "Does that mean I can get dressed all the way" Tim asked,
 sounding hopeful.
 
 "No, it just proves the point, overcoming your excessive
 modesty improves your behavior.  I think we'll stay with the
 briefs here at home."
 
 My mom was holding the door open for me and had the clothes
 I had worn over here in her hand.  "Aren't you going to
 untie me?" I asked.  She shook her head and told me to just
 come along.
 
 "I can't go home in the car like this" I said.
 
 "Well, it's a long walk, but if you would rather walk home,
 I can keep supper warm for you."
 
 I decided to take the car.  Walking out the front door was
 spooky; I was in briefs with my arms tied out to the side to
 a pipe.  Because of the pipe, I couldn't sit in the front
 seat, so my mom put me in the middle seat in the back and
 snapped a seat belt around me.  I did my best to try and
 turn invisible as we drove home.