Class President 4: Unhappy Endings
By Aldric
Copyright 2015 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It
contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
of a
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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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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 (Markus’s Treat) to
enjoy it,
but you will know the characters and why the act as they do if you read
that
story first.
Class
President 4: Unhappy Endings
The
previous story ended with Brandon completing the first task for getting
the
chastity belt off. Now
he was faced with
a second task because of his attempt to order a key.
The
next chapter begins now—
Brandon’s
frustration with not being able to jackoff was getting worse. It was affecting his
sleep, his mood, his
school work, and his ability to think.
It wasn’t improved when the next day Marcus had called in
sick. Since it was
Friday, he wouldn’t see Marcus
again until the following week. Three
more days of frustration. He
decided to
go to Marcus’ house right after school.
Marcus’
little brother Matt answered the door and told him that Marcus was sick. Brandon demanded to speak
with him anyway and
Matt said he would check. He
closed the
door but Brandon opened it and followed Matt.
Marcus
was dressed, sitting on the couch watching TV and eating popcorn. He didn’t look the least
bit ill.
“You
were told I was sick,” Marcus said.
“And
you burst into my house without permission.
As far as you know, I’m going to be sick for a week now
instead of just
until Monday. Don’t
come to me at school
until I come to you. Now
leave!”
“Please
Marcus, you don’t know what it’s like not being able to uh,…” Brandon paused and looked
at Matt who was
standing next to him smiling.
“Not
able to jack off?” Marcus finished for him.
Matt laughed. “That’s
your
problem. But I will
cut you a break. If
you agree to one more embarrassing task
after you get the belt off then on Monday I’ll tell you what you need
to do to
get that thing off. Otherwise,
for
bursting in, you’ll have to wait two more weeks instead of just one.”
Brandon
was already going crazy. He
couldn’t go
another two weeks before even finding out what he would have to do for
the
final phase. He
quickly agreed.
“Okay
then, get out of here and I’ll see you at school on Monday.” Brandon left with extreme
disappointment. He
had a long walk home
to think about how he had just agreed to even more abuse from Marcus
just
because he couldn’t wait three more days and now he had to wait the
three days
anyway.
By
the time Monday came around Brandon was going crazy with frustration. He was ready to agree to
almost
anything. What
Marcus asked for seemed
humiliating but it was something he could do.
Besides, he had to get the damn chastity belt removed
before he went
insane.
“I
hear you used to be good friends with Alex Thompson but that he doesn’t
like
you anymore,” Marcus said.
It
was true. 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.
And it had been Alex that caused him to end
up naked at Gloria Anderson’s house on Halloween.
“What
do I have to do?” Brandon asked, not sure he really wanted to hear the
answer.
“It’s
simple. You just
have to give him two
blowjobs.” Marcus said. When
he saw the
relief in Brandon’s eyes he added, “But you can only ask him once a
week. And while
you’re waiting, you can entertain
my brother as much as he wants. You
will
be his slave in a way. If
you keep him
happy he won’t tell you to do stuff.
But
if he isn’t happy, well, you’ll see.”
Brandon
heard two more weeks of this torture.
But he’d demean himself if he had to, he had to get the
damn belt
off. “I’ll go there
now,” he said.
“No,
before you do, let’s go to my room,” Matt said.
“You can start out by making me happy.”
Brandon
quickly found out that what Matt wanted to be happy was a blowjob. After all he’d been
through Brandon wasn’t
put off. Matt was
only eleven, he
wouldn’t even be old enough to shoot.
Brandon bent over as Matt lay across his bed with his
zipper open and
his dick barely sticking out and did the best he could.
After a few minutes Matt seemed happy.
“I’m
going with you to Alex’s house,” Matt said.
“My brother said I have to.
It’s
to keep it fair. I
have to be honest so
he can’t lie and say you never did it when you really did.”
It
actually sounded like a good idea because Brandon knew that Alex would
lie
about it in a heartbeat. Brandon
ignored
Matt’s requests to slow down as they went to Alex’s house.
Alex
wasn’t alone, his best friend, and another former friend of Brandon,
was
there. Richard Day
had chosen to hang
with Alex instead of Brandon when the argument started and Brandon
hadn’t seen
much of him since.
“So,
what brings the great Brandon to call on me?” Alex asked. “Need me to help you get
naked again?”
“I
need to ask you something,” Brandon said.
He glanced at Richard and said, “In private.”
“Richard
and I are friends,” Alex said. “And
we
don’t want or need you around. So
the
only reason you’re here is because you need something from me. So ask now or just go
away.”
Brandon
squirmed but asked in a whisper, “Can I give you a blow job?”
“Did
he just ask if he could suck you off?” Richard asked.
“Yeah,
he did,” Alex said. “And
I don’t think
he came just because he’s gay.” He
looked at Brandon and said, “Start with Richard.
If he enjoys having his dick in your mouth
then I’ll think about it.”
Brandon
needed to get this done, so he turned to Richard.
“You’re
serious!” he said, somewhat astonished.
“You’re really going to do it?”
When Brandon nodded Richard pushed his pants down and
pulled his dick
out the opening in his boxers. “Then
get
on your knees and do it!”
He
was only partially hard but quickly firmed up as soon as Brandon
started on
him. In less than a
minute he shot,
pumping three quick bursts into Brandon’s mouth.”
“He’s
pretty good at it,” he said to Alex once Brandon was done. “You should say yes to
him.”
“I
don’t know, something is up,” Alex said.
“I don’t think it’s a trap, I think Marcus is still
picking on him. That’s
why he’s hanging out with Marcus’
little brother.” He
looked at Brandon
and said, “Beg me to let you do it.”
Having
to beg an enemy to let him suck him off was by far the most demining
thing
Brandon had ever done, but he begged as much as he could hoping Alex
would
finally tell him yes and he could get this over with.
But
Alex shook his head. “No,
I think I’ll
pass for now. But
you can come back
tomorrow and ask again.”
“No,
I, uh, can’t ask tomorrow,” Brandon said.
“I can come back next week.
But
please, let me do it today.”
Alex’s
face lit up. “You
HAVE to ask me, and I
can agree, but you can only ask once a week, is that right?”
All
Brandon could do was nod his head and stare at the floor.
“Then
you will come back tomorrow, and the next day, and every day until next
week. And maybe
then I’ll say yes.”
Frustrated
again, Brandon turned to leave, but Alex wasn’t done with him yet. “How many times do you
have to ask?”
“It
isn’t the asking, it’s the doing.
I have
to do it twice,” Brandon said. “Please
Alex, you don’t understand. Please
let
me do it.”
“There’s
more to this than you’re telling me, but I’ll let it go for now. If you came back every day
and do it to me
and Richard then I promise that next week I’ll let you do it again. Then we’ll see about the
second time. So for
now get out of here.”
Matt
was giggling as they left. “Another
week, and you have to suck him off every day in between. I think I’ll have a friend
or two over too,
you know, just to keep me happy.”
It
became a ritual. After
school on
weekdays and after lunch on the weekend days Brandon went first to see
Matt. Matt always
had at least one
friend over and a couple of time two.
Then he went to Alex’s house and did it to Alex and
Richard.
Once
the week was over, Matt again followed him to Alex’s house. This time, in addition to
Richard, he also
had another friend, Mitch Rider, over.
All three of them made him get on his knees and beg them. And before Alex would let
him do it, they
told him to beg Matt, who was delighted to agree.
But finally, Alex said he was ready.
“Same
deal as before,” Alex said when he was done.
“You come by every day before my parents get home, and
next week I
promise I’ll let you do it. But
miss one
day and you’ll have to wait another week.”
The
next week was pure torture. And
worse,
students in school were looking at him as he walked through the halls. There were rumors about
him that most
students didn’t believe, but still cast doubt about him.
When
the magic day finally came, Brandon was scared that Alex would extend
it out
another week, but he kept his word. With Matt as the witness, the
second deed
was done. Now all
he had to do was go
back and see Marcus to complete the new punishment he had agreed to.
Marcus
didn’t waste any time. “It’s
simple. You can
take if off now if you
want. All you have
to do is remove all
of your clothing and leave it here.
If
you don’t agree now then I’ll make you wait until next week before I
come up
with something different. And
in the
mean time you can continue to keep my brother happy.”
“But
its four o’clock in the afternoon, I can’t…”
“Two
more weeks or strip now,” Marcus said firmly.
Matt continued to giggle.
Brandon
was already going crazy. He
couldn’t go
another two weeks only to be faced with the same decision. He began stripping, much
to Matt’s continued
amusement.
“Shoes
and socks too. I
want you fully naked,”
Marcus said.
Brandon
had had to run naked twice already, but both times were short distances
and one
was after dark. From
Marcus’ house to
his was over a mile and he would have to cross a small stream. There were only two
bridges that crossed it
nearby. One was
very close to his house
but was also a main thoroughfare and would have a lot of traffic, and
he
couldn’t remember if it even had sidewalks.
The other would mean an extra mile of residential streets.
“Matt is going to
follow you on his bike. . And
in the future remember to treat me with total respect or you can expect
more
stuff like this to happen to you and your freinds.”
Brandon
ran from the house out into the sunlight and immediately noticed the
number of
kids out shooting baskets or riding bikes.
He wasn’t going to wait for Matt so he took off at a
steady job. But he
had only gone a few houses before he
heard Matt yell out “STREAKER!” from behind him. That
gave him an immediate audience.
Brandon
was smart but not strong or tough.
He
was well aware that he would not be able to run more than a mile unless
he
slowed down considerably. But
there was
one other possibility—without going more than a block out of his way
there was
a park where the stream widened out.
The
water would be shallow enough that he could wade across. And he’d have a few
minutes without Matt
making sure that everyone saw him.
He
headed that way.
Matt
followed him until he cut through the yard of a house directly across
from the
park. There were
three kids in a
pool. One of the
kids was Becky
Anderson, a girl he knew from school.
The other two were younger, so he guessed she was
babysitting. He
hoped she wouldn’t see but Matt yelled out
again before he turned around to head for the bridge.
“Nice
form Brandon,” Becky said. “I
sure wish
I had my phone nearby.”
He
kept on going right into the water.
It
was cold on his hot skin, and had a bit more current than he thought it
would. He was
afraid he’d have to turn back when
suddenly the current slacked, the stream got more shallow, and warmer. His brain registered the
fact that the steam
was at a bend and the major flow was in the area he had just crossed. He was able to speed up. But the park was crowded
with kids
playing. He knew
the houses that boarded
the park had fences so he had to cross at the park.
But not in the center.
Hoping he could make it to the left edge, the
part closest to his house, without being seen he slowed so as to not
splash. He was just
stepping on the bank
when Matt arrived at the other side and once again yelled “STREAKER!”
and put
the attention of all the kids on him.
In
bare feet he couldn’t run through the sticks and stones along the edge
of the
park so a dozen or so kids who were moving towards him were going to
catch him
and there was nothing he could do about it.
His best bet was to make it to the asphalt walk where he
could move
faster. He was
already out of breath but
he pushed on anyway.
This
was his neighborhood so virtually all the kids between ten and fifteen
knew
him. A few swatted
his butt as he ran
past and he saw that several of them had cameras taking video of him. All were laughing and
cheering. He did
his best to ignore them but it wasn’t
possible to ignore running naked past two dozen kids.
Once
he reached his street he had to slow to a walk.
He still had two blocks to go.
Matt rode ahead of him making sure that anyone who was
outside knew he
was coming. This
was far more humiliating
than being in school naked had been and he was just too out of breath
to even
get it over with quickly. When
he
finally did reach his house he found it locked.
His
key was in his pants which were back at Marcus’ house.
But it wasn’t complete hopeless.
He had made it this far, his best friend was
only a block away. He
could go there and
borrow some clothes. He
headed toward
the garage to get his bike, but just as he got there the door opened
and his
mother’s car pulled in the driveway.
“So
the phone calls I got at work were true,” she said as she got out of
the
car. Brandon was
covering his privates
as best he could with his hands. “Well,
I’m sure your father and I will come up with a suitable punishment for
you. And to think,
your birthday is in
three days and we planned something special for you to honor you in
becoming a
teenager, but now I think we’ll just cancel your birthday instead.”
Brandon
couldn’t speak and the moment she unlocked the door he ran to his room. In addition to his total
embarrassment, his
dick was hard and demanding attention.
After weeks and weeks of not touching it he just couldn’t
hold back any
longer.
But
his mom burst in his bedroom a moment behind him.
“So you exposed yourself just to get a
thrill? You
couldn’t wait to get home so
you could do that? You’ve
got a problem
young boy!” She slammed the door behind her as she left.
Even
having his mom see him jacking off couldn’t stop him from doing it. He came more than he ever
had before. Then he
did it again, and a third time after
that. Then, finally
spent, he dressed
and began thinking of what a mess his life was now.
He
didn’t feel like coming out when he was called for dinner but his mom
insisted. “I
certainly hope you washed
your hands!” was all she said as he sat down.
His dad just glared at him, and his sister ignored him. Brandon ate quickly and
asked to be excused.
“No,”
his mother said. “Sit
there until
everyone else is done. Then
your father
and I will talk to you about today.”
Once the others were all done eating his parents excused
his sister.
“I
discussed this with your father and he’s in total agreement. I’ve checked with the
neighbors and they have
no problems with your punishment.”
His
father took over. “Since
you think it’s
funny to bring shame on our family we have a special punishment for you. From the time you get home
until it’s time to
go to school you will be naked. The
only
exception is meal time, when you will wear your bathrobe. You will do the dishes and
all your chores
including cutting the grass while naked.
You will play outside in the yard.
If other kids come over you will remain outside. And since you acted like a
little boy we’ll make
you into a little boy. Your
mother
noticed that you have grown some pubic hair.
She will provide you with what you need to remove it
completely.”
Brandon
was already crying. “For
how long?” he
muttered.
“Till
after your birthday,” his mother asked. “And
we will have a special birthday party for
you. I’ll prepare
the invitation cards
and make sure that your friends and kids in your class all get invited. Your gifts will go into
storage until you
have convinced your father and I that you can act like a thirteen year
old
instead of a five year old.”
Brandon
was crushed. His
birthday was nine days
away. For each of
those nine days every
kid in the neighborhood would come by to witness his shame. He couldn’t even speak.
“Since
you have nothing to say, go ahead and get undressed and get started on
these
dishes. Your mother
will show you what
you need to do after you have the dishes done.
Then you can start on your homework before bed.”
After
getting the dishes done his mother showed him how to use a chemical and
a razor
to remove his pubic hair. He
couldn’t
imagine how things could possibly get worse.
But the next day they did.
His sister
was waiting for him when he got home from school.
Two of her friends, both girls were with her.
“The
moment you step in the driveway you are to strip,” she said. “If I’m not home you will
put your clothes in
the garage and lock the door behind you.
The house will remain locked until mom gets home.”
The
girls stared at him with interest as he undressed.
Once he handed his clothes over to his sister
she locked them in the house and then she and her friends left. Brandon just wanted to die.
It
only took two days until kids in the neighborhood picked up on the fact
that he
was required to be outside naked.
From
then on he was never alone until he was called in for dinner.
Three
days before his birthday Nathan showed him the invitation
his mom had gotten for Brandon’s birthday.
It read, “Due to Brandon’s behavior in running through
public naked, he
will be naked for his birthday party.
He
will be spanked at the end of the party.
We want his friends there, but under the circumstances we
need parental
permission for them to attend. Please
call me at 555-3689 and let me know that your son or daughter has your
permission to attend.”
“She
gave permission, and I told her I didn’t want to go, but she said I had
to so
that I could see what would happen if I had any weird thoughts. I heard that Marcus and
Alex Thompson were
invited too, they were talking about it in the hall.
Plus all your friends from sixth grade.
I sure feel sorry for you.”
His
party was on a Saturday. By
noon the
first guests started to arrive.
Brandon’s parents made sure that each of them had been
okayed by a
parent, then made Brandon stand (naked, of course) and greet each of
them and
thank them for coming.
The
kids that he most hoped would not be there all showed up—Marcus and
Matt and
some of their friends, Alex, Richard and Mitch, and Gloria Anderson, After the last guests had
arrived Brandon was
kept busy offering them cake, drinks, and snacks.
There was music and since nobody had
volunteered to dance with the birthday boy his parents made him dance
alone. It was a day
that would haunt him
all the way through high school.
At
the end, his dad called him to the center of the backyard. He had a paddle in his
hand and told Brandon
that it was time for his birthday spanking, although unlike the
traditional
birthday spanking from friends this one was from him and would hurt. When Brandon hesitated his
mother grabbed him
by the arm and led him to center stage where his father made him get
across his
lap “Just like a little boy.”
“One
for each year plus one to grow on,” his father said as he began
administer the
fourteen licks with the paddle. Brandon
had never been spanked in his life, and even though his father wasn’t
swinging
hard he was bawling by the tenth one.
Once the last one had been administered, his father told
him to stand
there without moving for one minute for each year. Brandon
closed his eyes, but he knew that the
kids were divided between those who felt sorry for him and those who
were
enjoying the party. He
knew the second
group far outweighed the first.
When
it was over, Brandon had to thank each of his guests for attending. Once they had all left he
had to clean the
backyard, still naked. Finally,
his
father told him he could go back to wearing clothes the next day. “Unless you ever feel the
need to go running
naked in public again!” his father warned.
Brandon was quite sure that would never happen, but he
hadn’t noticed
that Matt and one of his friends were hiding behind the garage and
heard the
warning.
The End
(The End)