Choices

By Aldric

Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
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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.

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Some choices are hard and some are easy. The choice I currently have to make is actually both. Steve Kirk has given me a few seconds to decide. Do I take a beating and then get stripped or do I forgo the beating and strip myself.
 
The crowd around me is eager to see what happens. It started out small, not more than a dozen kids all around my age, but in the past few seconds it has grown to more than twenty. Both boys and girls are there watching and waiting. And I’m sure that there isn’t a boy anywhere who wants to be seen naked in front of his peers.
 
See, if I take the beating I still end up naked, but at least I can claim I resisted and fought back. Not that fighting back would mean anything. After all, I’m the smallest kid in my class. Probably even most of the girls could beat me up. And Steve Kirk is one of the bigger boys in my class, so it would be useless to fight him.
 
You’re probably wondering why Steve wants me naked. It’s all because of another choice I made recently.
 
Beth Clark lives next door to me. She is beautiful, almost a goddess. It should be wonderful for me since I live right next door to her except for the fact that she’s Steve Kirk’s girlfriend. But countless times I’ve looked out my window, staring at her window, and knowing that at least once in a while she was naked and the only thing that separated us was a thin plastic slats on her blinds.
 
Then two nights ago I couldn’t stand it. I saw the light come on in her bathroom and saw the steam condensing on the glass. She was taking a shower!
 
So I made the choice to go and see if I could see more. I crept over in the dark and pushed the blade of my pocket knife through the screen and pushed up one of the slats on the blinds. I could see a tiny portion of her room.
 
Within minutes she came in with a towel wrapped around her. As she closed the door to her room she pulled the towel up and started drying her hair. I saw everything. Her boobs, which were small mounds with big nipples. I saw her slit, which was surrounded by curly brown hair. I saw all of her, and I loved it!
 
I lifted the slat to get a better view but my hands were shaking and I dropped the knife. The slat fell back into place with a loud noise so I ran. But not before Beth lifted a slat and saw me running across my back yard. I hadn’t bothered to pick up my knife and she called Steve Kirk, who found it. The next day my step brother confirmed that it was my knife. That lead to the choice I have to make.
 
“Hurry up and decide Bud,” Steve Kirk said to me. “Or I’ll decide for you.”
 
Of course, bud isn’t my real name, it’s Jason. I was nicknamed bud by my step brother Carl. Carl is one month older than me, so he’s thirteen and three months old. He came into my room one day recently while I was changing. I don’t have hair down there yet and my ball sack is still small and hiding behind my short and thin wiener.
 
The nickname quickly caught on. Carl of course has some hair down there and his sack has two walnut-sized lumps in it. I know because he showed me what a thirteen year old boy is supposed to look like.
 
I have to decide soon. I’m not much of a fighter. Actually, the only fight I’ve ever been in was a few months ago with Carl. He bloodied my mouth and noise and blackened an eye until I rolled up into a ball and began to cry. He kicked me once and called me a baby and left.
 
I don’t think I want to fight Steve. I’m going to be naked anyway and I don’t want to make it worse by crying like a baby. But taking off my clothes in front of what now looks like thirty kids—I’m not sure I can do that on my own. The crowd has grown larger and younger as now kids as young as eight or nine are starting to show up.
 
I pull my shirt over my head. I’m not wearing a tee shirt, so my chest if bared.
 
“I told you he wouldn’t fight you,” Carl said to Steve. “And it won’t be much of a show. I’ll bet Fred has a bigger dick than he does.”
 
Fred is the nine year old brother of Beth and he adores Steve and Carl. They play ball with him and toss him in the pool and allow him to have fun. I’ve never done anything with him. My only interest next door was Beth. And Beth was standing right between Fred and Steve, waiting for me to reveal what I hide inside my pants.
 
“Do it!” shouts Ted Knight, a boy from my class. As soon as he does the crowd starts chanting it. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks. Then came the hardest part.
 
With everyone watching in anticipation of what is about to happen I pause until Steve steps forward and raises his fists.
 
“Finish it and I’ll leave you your clothes when we’re done,” he says to me. “But if I have to work up a sweat beating the shit out of you I’ll burn your clothes.”
 
I unsnap my shorts. I’m wearing white briefs, which Carl has told me only six year olds wear. He wears boxers. Only I know that under his boxers he also wears briefs. I’m not sure why though.
 
So do I take the shorts off and let everyone see me in my briefs or do I pull them both off at the same time? Another choice I have to make.
 
I decide not to let them see me in the briefs. I unzip and grab the waistband of the briefs and tug them down along with my shorts. I step out of them and listen to the hoots, whistles, laughter, and cheers of the kids gathered around as I stand there naked with my hands folded over my pathetic privates.
 
“Finish it Carl,” Steve says to my step brother.
 
Carl steps up to me and pulls three plastic tie bands from his pocket. There are two loops bound together by the third one.
 
“Put these on,” he says to me. “Behind your back.” He stands there holding the ties out for me to take.
 
I know I’m not going to get out of this, but I should refuse and make him force my hands to the back. But I chicken out because I believe it will be worse somehow if I make him do it.
 
I take the tie wraps from him, which exposes my privates. I slide the first loop over my left arm and then put my hands behind my back and slip my right wrist through the second loop. Carl pulls the zip band up tight against my wrist.
 
I am now fully exposed and helpless. My dick decides that this would be a good time to get hard so it stands up proud and straight.
 
You can guess all the comments made as the kids got a good look at my un-sunk balls and three inch boner. There’s nothing I can do but stand there and let them look.
 
Carl bends down and pulls my briefs out from inside my shorts. “Open wide,” he says to me, holding them in front of me.
 
I do as he asks and he shoves them inside my mouth. “Those had better still be there when you get home,” he says. He then gathered up my shorts and shirt and put them in my hands. He stuffs my socks into my shoes and ties the laces together and wraps them around my neck.
 
“See you at home bud,” he says. He and Steve start walking off. Fred and Beth come closer for a better look before joining them. I feel like a fool standing there completely naked with my underpants in my mouth.
 
Fred asked something to Steve that I couldn’t hear, but I could hear Steve tell him “Sure, go ahead.” Steve, Beth, and Carl stop and turn as Fred runs back to me.
 
Fred takes the shoes off my neck and unties the laces. He then pulls the lace from one shoe out and ties it around my dick, right behind the purple mushroom head. Then he forces both shoes into my hands for me to carry.
 
“Come on, let’s go home,” he says as he grabs the free end of the lace and pulls. I don’t have any choice except to let a nine year old pull me along by my dick. His friends slap him on the back and laugh at me as we make our way through the crowd of kids.
 
I can only just barely hold back tears as we walk home. My boner won’t go away. When we finally get there Steve gives me some more bad news.
 
“Since you’re such a wus I’m going to add a few items for you to do,” he said to me. “From now on you’ll be Fred’s sitter. And when you’re watching him you will be naked and let him tie your hands.”
 
“Cool!” Fred says. “Can I have friends over too?”
 
“Yeah, but only if Beth is home too,” Steve said to him. To me he said, “And from now on you’ll strip naked and stand in front of your window for fifteen minutes every night until Beth gets bored with looking at you,” he added. “Even if she has friends over.”
 
I could have chosen to fight him. Maybe she would have felt sorry for me if I had let Steve cut me and make me bleed. But I didn’t. I am a wus. And now I’ll be Fred’s play toy whenever his parents went out. And I’m sure that on many of those occasions Beth would be home. And maybe Steve and Carl would be there too.
 
Fred pulls me by my dick leash over to his house. I don’t know what he has planned but he sure looks happy.
 
Choices—I hate them!



 

 



   
   
   
(The End)