I Promise Again, part 7
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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 The next day he dressed, starting with the briefs Roger had
 given him.  They were way too small, Jared guessed they
 wouldn't even fit Mike anymore.  No matter how he pulled
 them up, they only came to just above his dick, and left his
 cheeks hanging out both sides.  He remembered to take one of
 the pills as the bus arrived at school.
 
 In gym class, while everyone else was getting changed, Jared
 just hung around in the gym, still wearing his clothes and
 hoping the teacher wasn't really serious about making him
 participate in his underwear for forgetting to bring his gym
 clothes.  The teacher came over and asked him if he was
 sick.  Jared explained that he had forgotten his gym
 clothes.
 
 "I warned you guys not to forget, didn't I?" he asked.  "And
 what did I say would happen if you did forget?"
 
 Jared stared at the ground as he answered "You said you
 would make us take gym in our underpants.  But I didn't have
 any clean underpants today and I had to pull out old pair
 that don't fit."
 
 "I don't care if they fit or not.  You wear what you have on
 now, wear your gym clothes, or go naked.  You choose, but
 you'd better be out here when I blow the whistle or it'll be
 even worse."  The kids were just starting to come out of the
 locker room.  Jared turned and went inside and took his
 pants off, locking them in his locker.  He hurried out, his
 boner clearly displayed inside the tiny briefs.  Even the
 teacher smiled when he saw Jared, but he didn't say
 anything.
 
 They did some warm-up exercises for a few minutes; then they
 went out to play some flag football.  The coach divided the
 class into two groups, shirts and skins, and put Jared in
 the skins group, leaving him with nothing on at all but the
 underpants.  The boys couldn't help but notice his boner,
 and most of the boys made rude comments about it.
 
 Jared tried to stay off to the side furthest from the
 school, knowing that anyone looking out a window could see
 him playing in his underpants, but the other boys made sure
 he was involved in every play.  Several times boys
 pretending to miss the flag grabbed the underpants, twice
 pulling them down to Jared's knees.  Finally, near the end
 of class, one of the boys grabbed hold, giving a hard yank.
 The elastic band parted and the underpants tore half way
 down the back.  Jared was then left with trying to keep them
 on while the football was given to him on every play, even
 by the other team.
 
 The teacher called them back inside and they went directly
 to the locker room to shower and change.  Once inside the
 locker room and away from the teacher, the boys really
 started in on Jared, finishing the job they started on the
 football field by ripping the underwear off his body.
 
 "You've been hard all class, why don't you go and take a
 cold shower and see if that will help" somebody suggested.
 
 "We should have made him beat off outside where everyone
 else could watch" said another.
 
 Roger came over and said, "If we throw you out into the
 hallway, you'd be stuck out there until we let you back in."
 He stared at Jared until Jared indicated he understood what
 was expected.
 
 "If I had a piece of plastic, I'll bet I could get back in."
 
 "Bullshit, you've been watching too much television.  You
 can't unlatch a locked door with a credit card," Roger said,
 setting up the bet.
 
 "I'll bet I could too.  In fact, I'll prove it as soon as
 I'm dressed."  Jared began spinning the dial on the lock to
 his locker.  He had reached the last number and opened his
 locker when Roger said ""Oh no, if you believe you can do
 it, then do it now, just like you are.  Use your library
 card."
 
 Knowing he had to do it anyway, he pulled out his wallet and
 took out his library card, trying to keep anyone from seeing
 the picture displayed in the front of his wallet.  But
 Roger, who had been standing right next to Jared, had
 noticed he was trying to hide something, so as soon as Jared
 pulled his library card out, Roger pushed him to the door
 before Jared could close and lock his locker.  One of the
 boys took a quick look out the door.  "It's clear, nobody is
 in sight," the boys said, holding the door open while Roger
 pushed him out.
 
 Jared tried to use the card, but couldn't budge the latch
 that extended into the door frame.  He wondered how long
 Roger would leave him out in the hall, and guessed he
 wouldn't open it until the bell rang.
 
 Meanwhile, the boys were going through Jared's wallet.  The
 picture of him walking naked down Elm Street was passed
 around.  "Man, he must really enjoy being naked," said one
 of the boys.  From the way Roger's brother had found Jared,
 Roger didn't think Jared had been enjoying his trip, but he
 didn't say anything at first.  Then he had an idea.
 
 He opened the door just a crack, and held it while Jared
 tried to come back in.  "Give up?" he asked, and laughed
 when Jared said he did.  "Go wait in the boy's bathroom at
 the end of the hall and we'll bring your clothes to you."
 Roger closed the door before Jared could say another word.
 
 "If he likes to wander around naked so much, we'll give him
 a chance," Roger said to the other boys in the locker room
 as he gathered up Jared's clothes and put them in a gym bag.
 
 The other boys were getting dressed, hurrying before the
 bell rang.  "Are you going to give him his clothes back
 right away?" asked one of the boys.
 
 "I'm not planning on giving him his clothes back at all,"
 Roger said.  "But I might wait a few periods before I let
 him know that."  Most of the boys gave a nervous laugh, but
 a few expressed doubts.  "You can't just leave him there
 naked, he'll get caught eventually and then we're all in
 trouble" one boy said.
 
 They got to arguing about it, and finally Roger gave in.
 'Okay, enough already!  I'll give them back, but not until
 after lunch."  The bell rang and the boys filed out into the
 hall and headed for the cafeteria.
 
 Jared hurried down to the bathroom and entered a stall just
 as the bell for changing classes rang.  He knew he was at
 Roger's mercy, and he really didn't expect Roger to show up,
 but he didn't have any other plan and couldn't leave now
 until after lunch at the earliest since kids were all over
 the halls during lunch time.  Several times he heard the
 door open and hoped it was Roger, but whoever it was just
 used a urinal and then left.
 
 Finally, near the end of lunch, the door opened and two boys
 came in.  "Okay, Jared, you still here?" he heard Roger ask.
 Jared opened the door to the stall and stepped out.
 
 "Can I have my clothes please?" he asked, uncomfortable
 standing there naked in front of Roger and the other boy, a
 kid named Brandon.
 
 "Well, I don't know, you never did get the locker room door
 open," Roger said.
 
 "Please Roger, I was wrong.  I can't open the door with a
 library card.  I lose the bet, but I can't make it back to
 the locker room naked."
 
 "So, I've been thinking about how you like to take dares so
 much.  You lost that bet, and for payment, you have a
 choice.  You can go back to the locker room naked, or you
 can agree to do a dare.  Unless you have something else
 you'd be willing to lose in order to get your clothes back
 now?"
 
 Jared froze, thinking about what Roger might want.  "I don't
 have anything right now, you have everything.  What's the
 dare?"  It didn't matter much; there was no way he was going
 to run the halls naked when they were filled with students.
 
 "I haven't thought up a good one yet, but I'll work on it.
 Next Saturday, meet me the same place you were when I saw
 you last weekend.  And wear the same clothes you were
 wearing too, understand?"  Roger winked as he asked the
 question.
 
 When Roger had seen him last weekend, Jared was not wearing
 any clothes.  He understood what was expected of him.  "What
 time should we meet?"
 
 "Can you be there by eight in the morning?"  When Jared
 indicated he could be, Roger said "Then just hang around in
 the clearing until I get there.  And I don't want to have to
 go looking for you, so be in the clearing when I arrive."
 He dropped the bag with all of Jared's clothes in it.  "And
 make sure you show up, or Brandon and me will be sure and
 tell everyone in gym about how you chickened out on the
 bet."
 
 The rest of the day passed without incident, and the next
 day as well.  He had play practice on Wednesdays and Fridays
 after school, and other than the fact that two boys who had
 wanted the lead role left no doubt how they felt about
 Jared, even the practice was kind of fun.
 
 The following Thursday he had gym again wearing Mike's
 underpants as Roger had instructed, but other than a lot of
 laughter and joking around, he was for the most part left
 alone.  But in the locker room, the boys made it known that
 they had seen the picture in Jared's wallet and wanted to
 know the story behind it.
 
 At first Jared denied even having a picture, but a few
 threats to throw him out the door naked again got him to
 admit he did.  They all wanted to see it again, and Jared
 pulled it out and passed it around again.  "Roger's close, I
 don't really like taking a dare, I just made a stupid bet
 and lost," he told them.
 
 "My brother says kids in the elementary school say they have
 other pictures of you naked in other places.  Is that true?"
 
 Jared thought about lying, but was afraid if he did the
 pictures might surface.  "They were taken the same day.  I
 haven't even seen them, but I was in front of the elementary
 school too, so they might have them.  But it was actually
 this high school girl named Liz that made me pay off the
 bet.  Her and Tina Wentworth."  That part was actually true,
 and Jared knew that most of the boys here knew of Liz and
 Tina, and what they thought of him.
 
 But another boy said "My brother heard some kids talking
 about a video tape of you being spanked.  How about that
 story, is that true too?"
 
 Again, Jared decided some truth was safer than lying.
 "Yeah, the girls made me do that too, and they got two
 little kids to do the spanking.  But there wasn't any
 camera, at least not that I saw."
 
 "You are so weird, no girls could ever get me to pay off a
 bet like that" said one boy.  "Who were the boys that
 spanked you?  How old were they?"
 
 Jared didn't want to answer, but even Shawn had heard about
 the tape, and Jared guessed that some of the boys here had
 brothers who could give names.  Still, he decided to dodge
 the question if he could.  "They were little, like 10 years
 old.  The girls got them from somewhere, so I guess they
 must have a brother or sister in our school."
 
 There were dozens of more questions, but finally the bell
 rang and Jared was free of them.  A few boys had been
 listening intently, because the stuff they had heard from
 their brothers suggested that Jared had only been partly
 truthful.  A couple of them decided to do some checking
 around just to see what they could learn.
 
 Friday passed in a breeze, and Saturday as Jared was leaving
 for his meeting with Roger Ashley found more evidence of a
 wet dream on his sheets, putting him even more in debt to
 her.  He decided as soon as this play was over he would have
 to find a job.  He'd start with sitting for Luke and Gary if
 he could.
 
 Jared reached the clearing a little before eight.  He went
 ahead and stripped like he was expected to; realizing that
 he would have to stand there naked until Roger came, and in
 the meantime anyone might pass through.  He looked for a
 good spot to hide his clothes, but not many places existed.
 He finally just covered them with branches and leaves about
 ten feet back from the clearing.
 
 While Jared was waiting nervously for Roger to arrive, Roger
 was putting together his plan.  He told his brother Mike to
 meet him by the trail across from his school on their motor
 bike.  "And don't forget the cameras.  I need for you to
 have them in place and set up before I get there.  Oh, also
 make sure you wear your blue helmet."
 
 "Aw, that helmet sucks.  Its too heavy and you can't see
 anything when you're wearing it."
 
 "I know, but bring it anyway.  And put the dust filter back
 in it too."
 
 "But that thing plugs up in seconds, and then you can't
 breath.  I want to bring my yellow helmet."
 
 "No, bring the blue one.  And when I get there with Jared, I
 want you to act like it's the best helmet in the world.
 When I ask you to give it to him, you argue with me, okay?
 Don't give it up without complaining about loaning out your
 favorite helmet."
 
 At last Mike understood, and he left to get the bike ready
 while Roger went the other way to meet up with Brandon and
 then to go pick up Jared.
 
 Jared felt that last time he had been here he must have been
 very lucky.  Several times while waiting for Roger he heard
 voices coming from the trail along the river, and he was
 able to hide until the kids passed.  When he had been here
 before he had been very effectively bound and movement, let
 alone hiding, was not an option.  He was peeking out from
 behind a tree watching three boys and a girl make their way
 past him when a noise from behind him caused him to spin
 around.
 
 "I told you to wait in the clearing," Roger said to him,
 "but I guess I found you easily enough.  Where did you leave
 your clothes?"
 
 Without thinking, Jared pointed in the direction he had
 hidden his clothes and said, "I hid them under some sticks
 and leaves over there."
 
 "That should be good enough, this won't take long," Roger
 said, heading down a trail that lead away from the river.
 Jared had little choice except to follow.  He hadn't noticed
 Brandon hidden back behind the trees near the clearing.  As
 soon as they left, Brandon headed in the direction Jared had
 pointed out and began looking for Jared's clothing.
 
 "Uh, where exactly are we going?" Jared asked, not knowing
 where the trail they were on went to but knowing they were
 going in the general direction of the elementary school.
 
 "Not too far," Roger answered.  "We'll meet up with my
 brother along a bigger trail just south of this one, and
 that's where I'll give you the dare you need to complete.
 Brandon Tyler will meet us there too.  The dare is pretty
 lame, but I decided that if you showed up and did it I'd let
 it go.  If you chicken out though we have a whole lot of
 other ideas."
 
 They followed a small trail as it wound through the woods
 until it suddenly opened up to an old trail that was quite
 wide and open.  Jared felt much more naked once his cover
 was gone.  Up ahead, he could see somebody sitting on a
 small motor bike, but he couldn't see any of the other
 person's face through the helmet.
 
 "You ever ride a motorcycle before?" Roger asked as they
 finished their hike.  The person on the bike got off and
 removed the helmet and Jared was glad to see it was Roger's
 brother Mike.  Jared had been worried it was a girl or
 someone else from school.
 
 Jared said he had, a few years before.  Roger showed him how
 the clutch and gears worked, and then told him to ride it
 back up the trail a little ways until he was used to it and
 could change gears okay.
 
 The bike was small, and easy to drive.  It took a few
 attempts to time the clutch just right, but within a short
 time Jared was riding back and forth without any trouble.
 He rode back over to where Mike and Roger were standing.
 
 "Well, I don't know where Brandon is, but I won't make you
 wait for him," Roger said.  "Here's the dare; I want you to
 ride down this trail here until you reach Morris Road.  You
 turn right on Morris and go about a quarter mile to the
 entrance to the gravel pit.  Make one circle and ride back.
 That's it."
 
 Jared was already shaking his head.  "Morris has way too
 much traffic on it, and what about workers at the pit?"
 
 "I've thought of that, don't worry.  The pit doesn't open
 until noon on Saturdays, and Mike has already ridden the
 bike back there.  Mike, did you see anyone around?"
 
 Mike said he hadn't seen anyone, and the traffic on Morris
 was only heavy during the week, there was little traffic
 this morning.  "But a lot of the workers start showing up
 around eleven, so he needs to be out of there by then" he
 added.
 
 "You're going to wear Mike's helmet, and with that thing on
 nobody can tell who you are.  You really only have one bad
 area, that's in front of the school on Morris.  Just don't
 miss the turn off for the gravel pit though or you'll be out
 to where there are houses."
 
 Mike picked up the helmet and held it close.  "Hey man,
 nobody wears my helmet but me.  You didn't say anything
 about me letting him wear it.  You should have brought your
 helmet."
 
 A brief argument was held, but in the end Mike reluctantly
 gave up the helmet to Jared.  "I'd better get it back
 without any scratches on it or everyone's gonna know it was
 you riding naked down Morris," he said as he handed it over.
 
 "Make sure you go all the way down the road to the pit.  The
 gravel on the road is bigger and it's too hard to turn the
 bike around on.  Once you get to the opening there's some
 clay and smaller gravel, turn around there.  And wait a
 second before you go, Mike's been riding around, let's make
 sure the gas tank is full."  Jared watched as Roger took the
 cap off the tank and filled it with gas.
 
 Jared put the helmet on, surprised at its weight.  Mike
 helped him pull the strap under his chin to hold it tight
 against his face.  The front sloped back so much it was
 difficult to see out of it, and he had to breathe hard to
 get any air in.  He started to complain, but Roger adjusted
 the choke and started the engine, holding it up for Jared to
 get on.  As the engine smoothed out, he pushed the choke
 lever back.  "Hurry up and get it over with" he shouted over
 the noise.  "As soon as you bring the bike back, the bet is
 paid."
 
 Jared got on as Mike reminded him to take good care of the
 helmet.  The engine was running smooth, and Jared decided to
 just get this over with.  Maybe it was hard to see with the
 helmet on, but at least while he was wearing it nobody could
 tell it was him.  He let the clutch out and quickly shifted
 gears as he followed the trail.
 
 He came upon Morris sooner than he expected, and was shocked
 to see a group of kids playing on the playground equipment.
 Hearing the sound of the bike, they all looked as he rode
 past.  Jared knew they would be watching more closely when
 he made the return trip now that they realized he was naked.
 He drove down Morris as fast as he dared, and turned into
 the gravel pit.
 
 The engine coughed a few times as he made the turn, but then
 smoothed out.  The road was made of big gravel, several
 inches in diameter.  Roger had been right about that, trying
 to turn the bike around here would certainly result in a
 spill.  Jared noticed that the engine was lugging and
 coughed each time he tried to feed it a little gas.  The
 dust was swirling around, and it was getting harder and
 harder to breathe.
 
 As soon as Jared rode off, Brandon came off the trail from
 behind, carrying Jared's clothes in a plastic bag.  "I found
 them right away," he shouted over the noise from the
 receding bike.  "Did everything here go as planned?"
 
 "Yeah, while Mike was helping him with the helmet I shut off
 the gas from the tank.  He'll ride fast down to the pit, and
 should run out of gas back there.  Unless he knows where the
 shutoff valve is, he's screwed," Roger answered.  "Let's get
 to the cameras, this should be very interesting."
 
 "It's even better than you planned," Mike said.  "There was
 a bunch of kids playing at the school.  He can't get past
 them without being seen unless he cuts through the woods."
 
 "Don't worry, he doesn't know his way around.  The swamp
 will force him back to Morris.  I don't think he's smart
 enough to go south from the pit and follow the river back,
 so the only other way back here is up Morris, and we'll be
 ready for him."  They could hear the engine cough as they
 followed the trail to Morris.  "Don't worry Mike, as soon as
 he passes my camera, I'll hide your bike so that nobody
 steals it."
 
 The bike died just as Jared reached the end of the road to
 the pit.  Jared got off and tried several times to restart
 it but without success.  He wasn't sure if he had been set
 up or if he was just unlucky, but with the dust still
 settling he found he could hardly even breathe, so he took
 off his only measure of protection.
 
 Looking around, he saw the back of the pit was filled with
 high piles of loose rock, and the sides and entry road were
 ringed with dust-covered trees.  He fooled around with the
 choke setting and tried several more times to start the
 bike, but nothing seemed to work.  He checked the tank, but
 it was still full.
 
 At first he started to push the bike out, but the big gravel
 on the road made walking difficult, pushing the bike out was
 beyond question.  Jared pushed the bike onto the shoulder
 and leaned it against a tree and headed into the pit to find
 a way back to Roger and Mike.  He knew he needed to head to
 his right and he had to come across the trail they were on.
 
 But after a hundred yards of pushing his way into the trees
 without finding a path, he came to an area of brambles and
 thorny plants on the edges of a wide, murky swamp.  He
 followed it back until he came to the edge of the gravel
 hill.  Six feet above the ground the rocks kept sliding
 down, and a few big pieces from the top had tumbled past him
 and crashed into the swamp.  There was no way he could get
 past here safely unless he could get past the thorns.
 
 After several deep scratches, including one just above his
 dick, he gave up on getting out to the north.  He tried to
 find a path back to the pit area.  Once he got back to the
 bike he tried again to start it, but it was dead.
 
 He remembered Mike saying that the workers started showing
 up around eleven.  Jared didn't know what time it was, but
 he didn't think he had very much time.  He didn't want to
 get caught back here naked and try to explain how that had
 happened.  Resigned to the fact he had to go out the way he
 came in, he started up the entrance road, listening for the
 sound of any car or truck coming in.  He carried the helmet
 along with him; at least it would hide his face later.
 
 The rocks made travel difficult; he had to move slowly to
 keep from twisting an ankle.  As he got closer to Morris
 Road he kept looking for any kind of opening to the left
 that would allow him a passage without his needing to be on
 the street.  He could hear traffic on the road by now.  His
 attention was to the north, so he didn't notice Roger in the
 trees to the south with a camera taking pictures of his
 progress.
 
 When he reached Morris, he still hadn't found any way
 through the trees.  The only protection he had was a
 drainage ditch about three feet below the road surface.
 Putting the helmet on, he waited for a passing car to get by
 and then started up the ditch.
 
 Several times cars came by, and each time he dropped down
 prone into the ditch.  He wasn't sure if passing cars could
 see him or not, but none of the cars stopped.  He was almost
 back to the trail when he heard a voice from the school yard
 yell "Look, there he is!"  Jared didn't even hesitate, he
 took off running.
 
 But the helmet was allowing too little air inside, after
 just a dozen yards he was gasping for breath and started to
 pull the helmet off.  The kids caught him then and forced
 him to the ground, holding his arms and legs down.  Jared
 though he could get free if only he could get a breath, but
 to do that he had to get an arm free.  He struggled with the
 kids, only to find he was losing because he was out of air.
 Finally he gave up and lay flat, gasping for air as he
 looked at the kids who had captured him.
 
 There were ten of them, six boys and four girls.  The
 youngest was a girl of about nine, the others ranged up to
 about age twelve.  Jared recognized three of them from play
 practice, realizing with horror that Freddy Kraven and Ron
 Jent were there.  They had made it clear they didn't like
 him for taking the lead role they both had wanted.
 
 "Listen to him," one of the girls said, "he can't breathe,
 we need to take the helmet off before he dies."
 
 "Naw, I've had a racing helmet like that.  It's got a dust
 filter that's clogged.  He's getting some air, just not
 enough," answered Freddy.  Freddy looked into the face
 plate, but the smoked glass prevented him from seeing the
 face inside.
 
 "We'll take off the helmet as soon as we make sure you
 aren't going to run from us again," he said to Jared.
 "Stand up and put your arms behind your back."
 
 Unable to catch his breath, Jared allowed them to pull him
 up.  A small cord was quickly tied around his wrists.  Then
 they pulled the helmet off his head, nearly taking Jared's
 ears off with it.
 
 "Hey, I know you" Ron said.  "You're that kid that got the
 part I wanted in the play.  What are we going to do with him
 Freddie?"
 
 "I don't know yet."  The girls were very interested in
 Jared's dick and balls, and his dick was rising in response
 to their attention.  "Who else knows you're out here?"
 
 "Two other kids, the ones who dared me to do it.  They'll
 know the bike broke down by now and will come looking for
 me."  At this point, Jared hoped that was true.  Again, he
 didn't notice Mike in the trees with a video camera.  Mike
 had spotted Jared coming up the ditch and used the zoom lens
 to get a clear video of Jared's progress up a busy street.
 The gang of kids just added to his enjoyment.
 
 Freddie thought about it.  Jared's answer made sense; it
 didn't seem likely he would have come out here naked on his
 own.  Freddie, as an experienced bully himself, guessed that
 Jared was being picked on by someone bigger, and Freddie
 didn't want to become the next target.  It was time to be
 getting back to the school yard.
 
 "We'll let you go if you agree to two conditions.  First,
 you don't wear the underpants part of the costume in the
 play, just the cover cloth.  And second, next weekend after
 dress rehearsal you stay behind for some more practice with
 Ron and me."
 
 Jared said he would, but Ron said, "He says he'll do it now,
 but what's to make him do it later?  I say we tie him to the
 pole over by the road and leave him there."
 
 That idea was tempting to Freddie, but he didn't want to
 chance it.  Messing with someone else's target could piss
 off the bully, and Freddie didn't want to piss off any guy
 who made Jared ride a bike down a busy street naked.  "He'll
 do it, or we'll tell everyone in the play how we found him."
 An idea suddenly came to Freddie's mind.  "Kayla, do you
 have your markers with you?"  One of the girls handed him
 three magic markers.  Freddie walked around to Jared's back
 and put his initials on Jared's ass cheeks using a red
 permanent marker.  "That won't wash off before our next
 practice, so its proof we had him.  Come on you guys, let's
 get back to the school before one of our parents shows up
 and starts looking for us."
 
 The kids ran off, and Jared started making his way down the
 trail, trying to get his hands free while he walked.  As he
 concentrated on trying to get his fingers on the knot he
 missed Brandon with yet another camera taking more pictures.
 
 He just about had the knot undone when Roger, Brandon, and
 Mike came up on him.  "Where's my bike" Roger asked him.
 
 "It broke down in the pit," Jared answered as he finally got
 the knot undone.  He used his hands to cover up his dick,
 which was still erect from the being view by the girls down
 the path.
 
 "Too bad for you, but I told you, as soon as you bring the
 bike back the bets over."  Mike and Brandon laughed.
 
 "Aw, come on, Roger, you got what you wanted, a bunch of
 kids from the elementary school caught me already.  And what
 about the pit workers, they could be arriving soon.
 Besides, the bike is broke; I can't push it back here
 naked."
 
 "When I added gas to it, I think I shut off the valve under
 the tank.  I might have forgotten to turn it on, did you
 check it?"  He already knew the answer; if Jared had checked
 it he would have ridden the bike back.  "You have about 40
 minutes before the workers start showing up, so I wouldn't
 waste any time."
 
 Jared wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't plan on going
 back to the pit naked again.  Besides, unlike the card
 holders, Roger didn't really have anything to force him to
 complete the bet anyway.  He started looking down the trail,
 thinking about just going home and wondering if the three
 boys would just let him leave.
 
 "You're thinking about giving up on the bet I see," Roger
 said.  "You can leave if you want.  But I should tell you
 that it will be really hard to find your clothes again
 unless Brandon helps you.  And he won't help until you bring
 my brother's bike back, will you Brandon?"
 
 Brandon shook his head vigorously, smiling at Jared's
 plight.
 
 Jared though about which was worse, going back to the pit or
 going home.  But there was no choice really, the trip from
 here to his house had blocks of businesses and homes.  There
 was no way he could make it unseen.  And then he remembered,
 his house key was in his pocket.  He had to get his pants
 back, whatever it took.
 
 "And you promise if I bring the bike back here that you will
 tell me where my clothes are?" he asked.
 
 "Brandon will bring your clothes here, but only on one
 condition.  I want to find out how our gym teacher will
 react if you show up with no underwear and no gym equipment.
 So next Tuesday, that's what you do.  And one more thing, if
 he threatens you with making you participate naked, you say
 "You wouldn't dare" to him.  You agree to that?"
 
 Caught between a rock and a hard place, Jared decided to
 take his chances.  After all, a teacher couldn't really send
 him naked through a two-hour class.  Jared said he agreed.
 
 "This time follow the road until you are just past the entry
 to the pit, then watch closely on your right.  As you get
 close to the first house there is a trail that runs parallel
 to the pit road and will take you back to where the bike is.
 That way if any workers do come in early they won't see you
 and you can make better time on the trail than on the big
 gravel.  But you'd better hurry.  Leave the helmet here,
 you'll make better time."
 
 Jared was thinking that would also mean he would have no
 protection from being recognized as he drove the bike back,
 but Roger was right, he would have to carry it all the way
 there and it would slow him down.  Without another word, he
 took off running, and didn't slow until he got to the road.
 No cars were going by at the moment, so he took off down the
 ditch, ignoring the shouts and yells from the kids still
 playing by the school.  He looked over as he passed and saw
 the number had grown, there were now about 15 of them.  He
 was glad they weren't chasing him, there was no way he could
 overpower that many.
 
 He only had to dive into the ditch three times for cars,
 feeling again that his butt must be visible to anyone
 driving past, but again none of the cars stopped.  As he got
 to the pit he could see a cloud of dust on the road and knew
 that somebody had just driven down it.  That caused him to
 speed up even though he was almost out of breath.  The bike
 was in plain sight and the workers might move it, which
 would be a disaster.
 
 He was crossing the gravel road when the next car passed,
 and he had no place to hide.  The car honked as it passed
 him, and he could hear teenaged voices yelling out to him,
 something about his shinny butt.
 
 He saw the first house and the trail he was looking for at
 the same time.  Without even caring if anyone was around, he
 turned up the trail.  Finally, he had to walk in order to
 catch his breath.  While staring at the trail, he saw fresh
 tracks in the sand.  Who ever had made them had crossed over
 towards the gravel road and then came back out and continued
 down the trail in the same direction Jared was going.  He
 had to choose between speed and stealth.
 
 Trying to use both, he picked up some speed while watching
 and listening.  He heard another car or truck on the gravel
 road, and knew he was running out of time.  He gave up on
 stealth and broke out into a full run, hoping he could
 sustain it long enough to get to the bike.
 
 He almost fell over it as he rounded a bend.  The bike had
 been moved from the gravel road to the trail he was on, and
 a bag containing his clothes was on top of it.  Now Jared
 had no doubt, this had been a setup all the way.  He dressed
 quickly and got the bike started.  It was a quick ride back.
 
 Roger, Brandon, and Mike could hear the bike coming up the
 trail.  "Well, I guess he made it," Roger said.  "Now when
 the other boys in your school talk about pictures and
 videos, you've got something to say back to them."
 
 "Can I use them to blackmail him with?" Mike asked.
 
 "Sure, that's why we went to so much trouble.  And, I really
 do want to see how my gym teacher handles it.  I'll bet
 we'll be seeing a lot more of Jared's skinny ass around the
 school.  What do you think Brandon?"
 
 "That's a bet I'm not going to make.  This is so much better
 than leaving him naked in the bathroom, I'm glad the other
 kids talked you out of it."
 
 Jared pulled the bike over to them and shut it off.  "There,
 I've brought your bike back," he said, fighting back the
 tears that were threatening to spill out of his eyes.  "I
 hope you had a good time."
 
 As Jared walked off, Roger said, "We did, and we'll have an
 even better time if you have to spend a day in gym naked.
 See you next week."