I Promise Again, part 7
By Aldric
Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
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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."