Class President 2

Class President 2: Markus' Treat

By Aldric

Copyright 2014 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, 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.

Comments may be made to Pietar@spamex.com

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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Many people have favorably commented on how so many of my stories have happy endings. Just a warning, this isn’t one of those.

You don’t have to read the predecessor to this story (Class President) to enjoy it, but you will know the characters and why the act as they do if you read that story first.

Markus’ Treat

Brandon Lewis told his mother he was too old to Trick or Treat and that he was just going to walk around with some friends of his. He hated lying to her but there was no way he could tell her the truth because the truth was that he was going to go trick or treating wearing only a few leaves. He would be basically naked.

The reason he would be like that was Markus Stern. Markus and his friend DC Bowles had tricked him into being seen in school wearing only the vines and after winning the election over Brandon had threatened five of Brandon’s friends.

Brandon’s best friend was Nathan Gilham, and he had gotten more than a threat. He had entered the corner bathroom closest to his locker only to have a group of boys grab him and strip of his pants and underwear before pushing him out the exit. Since it was a corner bathroom, the entrance and exit were in different hallways so Nathan had to run through the crowded hallway, naked below the waist, to the entrance. Once there he found that something had been wedged under the door from the inside and it took him several attempts to force the door open wide enough to get in and recover his clothing. Except that his clothing was gone.

Nathan did a quick search for his pants until the entrance door opened and Markus came in. “Oh, I guess the pants in the hallway must be yours,” Markus said with a smirk. “If I were you I’d get out there and claim them fast before someone decides to take them.” Nathan ran back out into the hall where his pants were in the water fountain next to the door. His underpants were gone. He was just pulling his pants up when Brandon showed up.

The other four boys were threatened with dire consequences if they didn’t do as Markus and his minions demanded. They all came and told Brandon of the threats they had received and Brandon could only tell them to follow Markus’ instructions even if it hurt him. He felt horrible that his friends were being threatened or humiliated just for being his friend.

Two days ago, the day after his now famous naked-in-school day, Marcus whispered to Brandon, “You’ll be wearing this again on Halloween,” referring to the vine clothing Brandon had worn the previous day. Tonight was Halloween, and Markus had told him to meet him at the baseball field at 7 P.M.

Brandon, too nervous to wait, arrived early and found that Markus, DC, and Markus younger brother Matt were already there waiting on him. “Told you he’d show,” Markus said to Matt. He had Brandon’s costume for the night in his hand and held it out to Brandon. “Put it one. You can keep your socks and shoes but everything else stays with me.”

The last time Brandon had seen the vine clothing it was pretty skimpy on leaves and didn’t cover much, but he could see that some of the leaves, especially in places where he needed them, were missing. Markus, please,” Brandon begged. “I’ll get arrested for sure if I go out in public wearing this. Can’t we…”

“You wore it to school,” DC said, “And I didn’t get to see you, so quit whining and put it on.”

“Do you think I’m stupid or something?” Markus asked. Brandon knew it was a rhetorical question, but he still felt like answering ‘yes.’ Instead he shook his head no and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Good,” Markus replied. “The rules are simple. I choose one house that you have to go trick or treating at, Matt chooses one friend that you have to trick or treat from, and you choose one friend. From those three you have to get ten candy bars. Any other candy is fine, but there must be ten candy bars. If you don’t have ten then you will call on another friend and so will Matt. And you’ll continue until you run out of friends or you have the ten bars.”

“Then I get my clothes back and you leave me alone?” Brandon asked.

“Then Matt will trade you what you have for the location of your clothes,” Markus said. “And if you give up or decide to quit now, that’s fine. But I’ll make sure you friends have a very bad night and that they know it was because you were too chicken to save them.”

“And there is no promise that we’ll leave you alone even if you get the candy,” DC added.

By then Brandon was wearing the vine clothing and shoes and nothing else. His dick and balls were clearly visible. “I’ll do it,” he said, but he could feel tears coming to his eyes. He knew that Markus wasn’t making idle threats against his friends.

“Okay, the house you have to go trick or treating at is Gloria Anderson’s. She’s having a sixth and seventh grade party and her parents are taking her little brothers and sisters. You have to be there and out by 7:30 or her parents will be back. It’s just after seven now, so you’d better hurry. Matt will go with you. Markus gathered up Brandon’s clothing and headed back across the field with DC.

“Do you know where her house is?” Matt asked.

Brandon knew. He also knew that Gloria had a crush on him and that he’d been rude to her. “Let’s go,” he said as he hurried towards his humiliation.

It was not quite dark yet and the streets with houses were filled with kids and adults trick or treating. But Gloria’s house backed up on a storm water retention pond and Brandon knew he could reach it from the back. Even that way however was not free and easy, there were three boys about 9 or 10 cutting across the same side of the pond that Brandon needed to use. There wasn’t time to waste, so he held the vine clothing up and ran along the edge of the water, ignoring the laughter from the boys as he ran past them.

Next was the hardest part (he hoped). He had to go across Gloria’s back yard and then out to the front. The house was all lit up and he could see dozens of kids he knew from school inside. One peek around the side convinced him that the front door was not an option as the street was full. So he went to the porch and knocked on the patio door.

Alex Thompson heard the knock and ran to the door. Alex was twelve, the same age as Brandon, and as little kids they had been friends. But when he went to first grade and Brandon started in second grade he became jealous. When Alex made a comment about Brandon’s being a teacher’s pet Brandon had reacted by saying that Alex was a girl’s name. That pretty much set the tone for the time since then. As soon as he saw Brandon he unlocked and slid the door open.

“Trick or treat,” Brandon said.

“Hey everyone, look who I found out trick or treating,” Alex yelled into the house. To Brandon he said, “Nice costume dork. You’ll be doing tricks, there won’t be any treats for you!” He reached down and tried to pluck a leaf from Brandon’s costume and in the struggle to stop him the costume slid down to the floor where Alex stepped on it, preventing Brandon from pulling it up again.

“Leave him alone, Alex,” Gloria said.

Brandon covered his groin with his hands as the room filled with kids, most of whom were the same age as Brandon, the rest were mostly a year younger and a few a year older.

“Hey, didn’t you used to have a crush on Brandon?” Alex said to Gail. He turned to a couple of other boys and said, “Pull his arms back so she can see what she could have had.”

Unable to keep them from pulling his arms to the side, Brandon was left standing naked in a room full of other kids. He hoped that Gail would help him, but she, like all the other kids, was staring at his exposed groin. He was worried he’d get a boner but instead something worse happened—his fear and embarrassment caused his dick to shrink to its smallest size.

“Look at it,” Alex said. “His dick isn’t even two inches long. Instead of eighth grade he should be in second!”

“I’ll bet it isn’t even one inch long,” another boy said.

“Let him be,” Gloria said again.

“Don’t you want to know how long, I mean short, it is?” Alex asked.

“No, I can see it. I don’t need anything more.”

“Well I want to know,” a girl Brandon knew said. She approached him with a pen and paper and held the paper under his dick while she drew a line at the tip. But being touched by her caused Brandon’s dick to respond and it immediately began to grow as he got an erection.

“Uh, I think he likes you Trisha,” Alex said.

Trisha again slid the paper under his dick and made another mark. “I’ll post the before and after data at school,” she said.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun,” Gloria said. “But my parents will be home any minute now and I don’t want them to see a naked boy in the living room, so let him go.”

The sliding door was opened and Brandon was pushed outside, naked except for his shoes and socks. He knocked on the sliding glass door and pointed to his vine clothing, but Alex turned a switch and the backyard was flooded with light. Fearing being seen, Brandon ran off to where he’d last seen Matt.

Matt wasn’t hard to find. He and another boy were sitting just outside the circle of light from Gloria’s porch light laughing so hard they could barely breathe. “That was totally hilarious!” Matt said as Brandon ran over to him. “You must be so embarrassed. I can’t wait to hear about it at school.”

“This is Alvin,” Matt said, pointing to the other boy. “You need to trick or treat from him. And you need candy bars unless you want to go home naked.”

Brandon felt totally humiliated as he stood naked in front of the two boys and said, “Trick or Treat.”

They both broke out laughing again. “I’ll give you a candy bar if you go ask the kids over there for candy,” Alvin said, pointing across the lake.

Brandon could only see a few shapes, but the fact that he could see a skeleton and a cowboy and a princess told him it was a mixed group of boys and at least one girl and he guessed they were eight or nine years old. “Five candy bars,” he said to Alvin.

“Two if you do it and one more if you get them to give you any candy,” Alvin said. “You’d better hurry, from their ages I’m going to guess that they need to head for home very soon.”

Brandon doubted that Alvin would give him better terms since they both knew he was desperate to get his clothes back, so he ran around the edge of the lake. As he got closer he could see that there were six kids between 8 and 10 years old. They grew quiet as he ran towards them and then began to giggle as soon as they could see he was naked.

“Trick or treat he said,” he said to them as he covered his privates with his hands. He was still hard from what happened in Gloria’s house. “Please, I need candy bars.”

“This is our candy,” one of the boys said. “You have to go trick or treating at houses.”

“Why are you naked?” the little girl in the princess costume asked.

“I lost a bet,” Brandon said. “Come on, I can’t go knocking on doors naked. Please—just a couple of candy bars.”

“I’ll give you one if you promise to wear this the rest of night,” one boy said. He dug into his candy sack and pulled out an arm band with a flashing red on it.

“Me too,” said another boy who produced another one. “Wear one on each arm.”

Brandon figured he could lose the lights as soon as he was away from the kids. “Okay, deal,” he said.

He had to expose himself to take the two bands and put them on his wrist, but the princess said they had to go above his elbow so he stood there naked while he adjusted them.

“Here’s the candy,” the first boy said. “And don’t take them off. Kate will tell her brother and he’ll tell Matt.”

“You guys know Alvin and Matt?” Brandon asked.

“Alvin’s my brother,” the princess said. “And Matt is his best friend. They told us to wait over here and a naked boy would come to us.”

Brandon realized he should have guessed that these weren’t random kids. And now he was stuck wearing two read flashing light that could be seen from a long ways off. He took the candy and ran back to Matt and Alvin, who were laughing their heads off again.

“Did you give them a good show?” Alvin asked. “My little sister is always trying to get a peek at me. So I figured I’d let her have a good look at a naked boy. Here’s the three bars I promised you.”

“That takes you up to five,” Matt said. “Half way to the end. Now it’s time for you to call one of your friends to trick or treat from. You can use my phone.” Matt handed the phone over to Brandon.

He decided to call Vince Jones. Vince answered on the first ring and Brandon explained the situation. Once he told Vince where he was Vince told him to take the bike path south to just before his subdivision and he’d be waiting there. Brandon frowned, realizing that he’d have to run naked between at least a dozen houses that had back yards along the bike trail. But he was getting cold and most of the kids who had adults with them had already gone home. He took off on a slow run with Matt following.

He ran past three groups of kids, a mixture of boys and girls who all laughed at him as he passed them. Two of them were going the same direction as him and they started to run along behind him.

He was nearly to Vince’s subdivision when Vince called him over to the tree line. Vince wasn’t alone, his brother Tom was with him. Brandon knew that Tom was eleven. When the two boys following got there Tom greeted them and introduced Drew and Stan.

Brandon felt stupid standing there naked as he said, “Trick or Treat” to Vince.

Vince looked at Matt and Brandon immediately knew he’d been told what to do. “Uh, I guess it will have to be a trick,” Vince said. “I’ll give you a candy bar if you go stand under that street light and jack off.”

Brandon looked to where Vince pointed and saw that the bike path ended on a cul-de-sac and it was lit up by a single light. There were four houses along the circle.

“That’s not enough,” Brandon said. “I need five.”

“Sorry, one is all I have,” Vince said.

“I’ll give you one if you lick my dick,” Stan said.

“Me too,” added Drew.

“And me,” Tom said, stepping away from his brother and standing next to his friends.

“That would get you up to four,” Vince said. He looked like he was sorry for doing this to his friend.

“Hell, I’ll give you one if you lick mine too,” Matt added. He saw that Brandon was looking like he wasn’t going to do it so he added, “If you don’t get five from here then I get to call another friend and you have to call another too.”

That convinced Brandon. He really didn’t want to lick anyone’s dick, so he went under the street light and worked to bring his dick to life. He was just getting into it, stroking away with his eyes closed to get it done when a girl’s voice said, “What the hell are you doing Brandon Lewis!”

He opened his eyes and saw one of his sister’s best friends looking at him. “I, uh, lost a bet,” he said as he tried to cover up.”

“Boys! You’re all strange. Don’t let me stop you,” she said. She took one last look at him and walked down the bike path. Brandon looked around to see if anyone else was coming before getting back to work on his dick.

As soon as he was done he ran back over to the laughing boys. He was hurt a little to see even Vince was laughing. Vince paid up with a candy bar and his brother Tom unzipped his pants and pushed his dick out.

Feeling slightly sick, Brandon got down on his knees and gave the shortest lick he possible could to the tip of Tom’s dick before moving on to Stand and Drew. When he moved towards Matt’s dick Matt grabbed the back of his head and drove his face into his groin. Brandon’s mouth had been partly open and Matt’s dick went in. Matt held him in place for a few seconds before letting him go.

The boys paid up and finally Brandon had his ten candy bars. “Your clothes are on the bridge on Hill Avenue,” Matt said.

“But that’s a major road with constant traffic on it, even at this time of night,” Brandon said.

“Not my problem,” Matt said. “If you don’t want them just go him like you are.” Matt turned and headed back towards home.

Brandon decided he had to at least check it out, so he made his way as carefully as he could over to the bridge. Before he even had to step out of the dark Markus was there. “They’re on the other side in the middle of the bridge,” Marcus said.

“I can’t go over there, there’s constant traffic,” Brandon said.

“I thought you might feel that way, so I’ll get them for you for a price.”

“How much do you want?” Brandon asked.

“It isn’t money. Put this on,” Marcus said. He held up something that another boy had been caught wearing one day at school. It was a chastity device. Brandon had to look it up on line to find out what it did. It didn’t look too bad to him.

“That’s it? I put that on and you’ll get my clothes?” he asked.

“Yep! It’s as simple as that,” Marcus said. “Not only get them, but give them to you. No tricks, their all there, undamaged, just as they were when you took them off.”

“Okay, deal!” Brandon said.

It was somewhat obvious to Brandon that his dick went inside the curved plastic piece, but he needed Marcus’ help to figure out the strap that went under his ball sack and fastened to the strap that went around his waist. His first moment to realize that this might be more than he expected came when Marcus needed a special tool to fasten the straps.

“Do I get that too?” Brandon asked, pointing to the special tool.

“Yeah, but not right away. And there the straps are made out of Kevlar with little pieces of steel pins in them to keep you from cutting them, so there’s no way to remove it without this tool.”

“When do I get the tool?”

“I’ll think about it while I get your clothes.” Marcus walked up to the edge of the road. He had to wait several minutes before he could get to the other side and the same coming back. Brandon knew he’d have gone home naked before crossing in front of all these cars.

“You can get this tool when your friends have told me how good you are at giving blow jobs,” Marcus said as he dropped the bag containing Brandon’s clothes. “That’s Nathan Gilham, Vince Jones, Greg Remus, and Simon Sanders. All four need to tell me that you’re good at it. Only no prompting them to tell me. They have a standard to measure you by and when you measure up then they will come and tell me. Until then, get used to peeing sitting down and not touching your dick.”

Marcus left as Brandon put on his clothes. He thought about the special tool and how he could get it and by the time he was dressed he knew how to do it. He was still stuck with dealing with his friends. He hurried home and entered from the back as quietly as he could. He knew that by now his sister would have been told about his jack-off session under the street light and he didn’t want to face her. He hurried up to his room to carry out his plan on getting the key to unlock the chastity belt.

(The End)