Class President 4: Unhappy Endings

By Aldric

Copyright 2015 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 (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
 
 
 


 

   
   
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