Perfect Score

By Aldric

Copyright 2016 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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I was happy to see that my favorite resting spot was empty and I planted myself down on the bench. It was on a bend in the blacktopped path that meandered through the county park, but it was in the shade and looking down a hill to a stream what had about a two-foot tall waterfall. I enjoyed listening to the birds singing, the sound of the wind in the trees, and the rhythmic and slightly hypnotizing sound of the water rushing over the rocks.
 
I was in no hurry to get home. Home held homework, chores, and my smother trying to get me to tell her all about my day, the people I met, the teachers, and if I made any new friends. And she’d be there at the door to greet me with a hug. Cripes, I’m thirteen. In fact, I’ll be fourteen in two-and-a-half months. Hugs were fine back when I was eight or nine, but they were unnecessary and unwelcomed now. I had to put up with them only because since my father died I was all she had left to hug.
 
My eyes were following a small rabbit just across the stream when suddenly the rabbit’s ears went straight up and a second later he darted out of sight. Two boys were coming towards me from across the stream. I didn’t know either one, which wasn’t too unusual as we’d only lived here for about a month now, but one did look somehow familiar.
 
“Are you Dan Shoemaker?” the one who looked familiar asked.
 
“Maybe. Who wants to know and why does he want to know?”
 
“I’m Thomas Strand, and this is Gus Peterson. You’re supposed to follow us. My brother wants to have a word with you.”
 
Ahh, that’s why he looked familiar. Thomas Strand, assumed younger brother to Eric Strand, who berated and threatened me earlier today for getting a higher grade on a quiz than he did. I recalled that he explained to me that he was the best-looking kid in school, the best athlete, and the president of the eighth grade student council. And the smartest kid in school. And he wasn’t going to be second-best to a skinny new kid like me.
 
I told him to piss off, giving him my best imitation of Harry Potter, and he returned the favor by punching me in the gut. I think he was going to do more, but one of his many friends warned him that a teacher was coming and he said, “This isn’t over,” and left.
 
I had no reason to lie to the teacher when asked if I was okay and bravely told her that it was Eric Strand who had punched me. And to my surprise, the teacher’s only response was that I should avoid him. “He’s a very intelligent monster, and he gets his way with everyone in the school,” she told me as she walked on by.
 
So I decided this was as good a time as any to follow her advice. “I’ve already told your brother to piss off, now I’m going to tell you the same thing. Go away and don’t bother me again.”
 
The two boys continued moving towards me. They took care not to get their shoes wet as they picked rocks to cross the stream on. “My brother trusted me to bring you to him and I’m going to prove that his trust was well placed. You’d be an awful lot better off if you come with us now.”
 
“Don’ t even bother climbing the hill,” I said as they completed the crossing of the stream. The hill was only about thirty feet high with around a twenty-degree slope. “I’m not coming with you, so save yourself the climb.”
 
The two boys continued their climb. When they were about half way up I thought about getting up and leaving, but then that would make me look like I was scared of them, which I wasn’t. They couldn’t have been more than twelve. I’m not a fighter and I am kind of skinny, but I wasn’t afraid of two kids younger than me by a year or more.
 
They reached the top and stood two feet in front of me. “Last chance,” Thomas said. “Are you coming on your own or do we have to make you come?”
 
“I guess you’ll have to make me, because I’m not going anywhere with the two of you.”
 
It was at that moment that the noose dropped over my head and was immediately pulled tight. So tight I could hardly breath. I tried to get up but whoever held the bit end of the rope was pulling down, pulling my neck back towards the ground. I could see two more boys behind me, one holding me in place with the noose that was already making me see spots before my eyes.
 
“Stop struggling and hold your arms above your head and he’ll loosen it,” Thomas said calmly.
 
Easy for him to say. His head wasn’t bent back in a painful manner, unable to breath and with the flow of blood to his brain cut off.
 
“You’ll pass out and then you’ll miss out on all the fun,” Thomas said. “Raise your hands.”
 
I saw the kid with the rope smile at me. I knew Thomas was right about one thing, another few seconds of this and I would pass out. Somehow I was able to convince my arms to stop flailing around and stick straight up in the air. As soon as I did that the kid pulled back on the knot and blood began its usual path to my brain.
 
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Thomas said. “Just leave your hands up in the air and you won’t have to go through that again. But lower them once without permission and Nicky will pull it tight again.”
 
Hands suddenly grabbed me from all directions. Thomas began unbuttoning my shirt while his friend was untying my tie. At the same time, one of the two kids behind me reached around was unbuckling my belt. I instinctively lowered my arms to fight them off and was pulled backward onto the bench by the noose again.
 
I struggled with the hands still trying to undress me as long as I could but my strength quickly ebbed as again I was getting close to passing out. I’m not sure what difference it made if I was aware or unconscious, but I chose to be aware and raised my arms again.
 
“Stand up and keep your arms in the air this time,” a voice, presumably Nicky’s, said.
 
My tie was gone and the last of the buttons on my shirt unbuttoned within seconds. Thomas had me lower each arm, one at a time, and removed my shirt. Meanwhile, Gus, the boy who had come up the hill with Thomas, was pulling my shoes off.
 
My pants dropped to my feet as the button was unbuttoned and the zip pulled down, and my boxers were pulled down with them. Thomas gave me a push in the chest that I didn’t expect and I fell back onto the bench, which enabled the other boys to remove my pants and boxers and even my socks. That left me naked.
 
“Put your hands behind your back,” Thomas ordered. I sat there until I felt the boy with the noose start to pull the noose tight again and gave in. I was pushed forward and my hands were tied behind my back.
 
“Here’s the deal,” Thomas said. “Eric is this direction. If you hurry you can follow us right to him. Or, you can spend time untying the knots, which are meant to be fairly easy to untie. But by then we’ll be out of sight and you won’t find your clothes until you find Eric. It’s your choice. It will be hard enough for you to keep up with us without starting out far behind.”
 
Thomas gathered all of my clothes while the noose was removed from over my neck. Then Thomas and the other three boys hurried down the slope and across the stream.
 
I spend half a minute working on the knots and almost had one loosened when I heard the sound of giggling from the path. I looked and saw two girls, maybe ten or eleven years old, coming towards me. They were looking at a cell phone that one of them had out in front of her and thus hadn’t seen me, but once they got close they couldn’t miss. And that cell phone probably had a camera on it, so I hurried down the slope after the boys. And came a hair’s thickness from falling face-first down the slope, getting my feet out in front of me just in time. Being a little slower and a lot more careful, I still hurried as much as I dared.
 
I was across the stream and heading for the cover of the trees when I heard a squeal of laughter from behind me. I turned just enough to see the that whatever the girls had on that cell phone had their complete attention; neither one was looking anywhere except at the phone. I made my escape before that changed.
 
Now again I was torn with trying to stop and loosen the knots or trying to follow the boys. I could just barely make them out ahead of me. They had veered off to the right, and if I lost them I could be searching the whole park looking for them. Since they had my clothes, I decided to do my best to keep up with them.
 
I’d fantasized a few times on what it would be like to run through the woods naked, but I quickly learned that little branches and leaves that you would totally ignore if dressed hurt a lot when they hit your dick or balls. And the boys were out of sight now, but I could still hear them talking and it sounded like they were still veering to the right. I took a chance and turned more than they were hoping to be able to cut the distance and catch up with them.
 
And it worked. In fifteen minutes I was winded but could again see all four boys. They had reached a sunny patch and were standing there watching my approach. They’d gone back to the high ground so I started climbing the hill at an angle to them.
 
As I reached the top I froze. Ahead of me, twenty feet away, was Eric Strand. And around him were two of his friends plus his brother and his three friends. But what made me freeze was that there were seven girls there, and I knew four of them from some of my classes. They were all in a clearing with no cover behind them, anyone as much as a half mile away would be able to see them. Only it wasn’t someone seeing them that had me worried, it was someone seeing me. Because I was the only one not still in school clothes. And of course, I didn’t have any clothes on.
 
“Don’t stop now Shoemaker,” Eric called to me. “You’ve come so close; you may as well come the rest of the way. The girls are going to see you naked anyway.”
 
I was trying my best to loosen one of the knots keeping my hands behind my back and slowly backing down the hill I had just climbed.
 
“Go and get him Tommy,” Eric said to his brother.
 
“You said you’d stop calling me that if I brought him here,” Thomas said. “Well, there he is!”
 
“But he’s not here yet Tommy. So go and get him or get lost.”
 
I had managed to slightly loosen one of the knots, just a few more minutes and I’d be free, but Tommy, or Thomas, got to me first. With a quick movement he pulled the knots on each of my wrists tight again and put his hands on my back and pushed.
 
“Get moving, or I’ll drag you up there by your balls.”
 
I was afraid he might really do that, so I started back up the hill, feeing my dick growing bigger with each step. The girls all had smiles as I approached them. In fact, even the younger boys had big smiles as they enjoyed watching an older boy be humiliated.
 
“You’ll appreciate the fact that none of the girls has a cell phone out to record this momentous day,” Eric said. “You can thank me for that. That can change however, so mind your manners. I did promise the girls that you’d give them a very good show today however, and we’ll get to that in a few minutes. Come and stand right here so they can all get a good look at you.”
 
Thomas pushed and I moved to where Eric had pointed. “I apologize to you ladies,” Eric said. “I had thought that since he was in the same grade as me that he’d be, well, a little more endowed. Instead, he looks like my brother probably looks.”
 
‘Hey, my dick is bigger than that,” Thomas said. “And I’ve got more hair too.”
 
“I’d be willing to give him to you as a slave if you want to prove that right here and now,” Eric said.
 
Thomas blushed but didn’t say anything.
 
“Although, Tommy, I mean, Thomas, is a Strand, so he probably is bigger down there and does have more hair. He just doesn’t want to show it off to the girls in his class.”
 
“Which brings us back to the center of attention. Danny Shoemaker. Who must be horribly embarrassed to be seen with an erection by several girls he goes to class with. Aren’t you Danny.”
 
“It’s Dan,” I said, trying to sound tough, but even to my ears it came out soft and pitiful sounding.
 
“Let me make one thing very clear Danny,” Eric said. “This is just meant to be a warning. I can get to you anywhere, any time. I told you before, no skinny, short-dicked little scared boy is going to get better grades than me. I’m going to be valedictorian at graduation. I’m going to get the best scholarships. And you, if you’re as smart as you seem to be, are going to get the second-best grades. It’s the last time I hope I have to say that to you.”
 
I didn’t have anything to say. One, my voice would have come out pitched high, showing my fear. And two, I was barely holding back tears as it was.
 
“Now I did promise the girls a show, and by gosh, they are going to get one. If you simply do what I tell you to do, you’ll be dressed and out of here very soon. Otherwise, well, let’s wait and see how you respond first.”
 
“How many of you girls have ever seen a boy play with himself,” Eric asked the seven girls. One of them, one of the twelve-year old’s, raised her hand. Another girls sitting next to her whispered in her ear and the girl suddenly lowered her hand.
 
“Would you like to watch one do it? If not, you’re free to leave.” None of the girls made any attempt to leave.
 
“Thomas, untie his arms,” Eric said. He looked me in the eye and said, “Kneel down here, right in front of the girls, and using only your left arm, slowly jerk off until you shoot. If you block their view or do it too fast, I’ll make you do it again.”
 
I found my voice. “I’m not doing that,” I said. Thomas stopped loosening the knots.
 
“Well, that would be a problem,” Eric said. “Because I promised the girls a show. And they are going to get one. Now, I could make Thomas prove his boasts from a few minutes ago and he could give them a show, but he’s been really helpful to me today, so unless one of his friends wants to volunteer, I guess it’s going to have to be you.”
 
“Pull the knots tighter Thomas,” Eric said to his brother. All of the slack was pulled tight again. “Push him down to his knees.”
 
Instead of trying to overpower me, Thomas showed that he was smart too and kicked me in the back of my knees. My knees buckled and I ended up on my knees right in front of the girls.
 
“Any of you want to, uh, take things in their own hand?” Eric asked. “If so, just reach out and began stroking it.”
 
The girls all giggled, but then the one who had raised her hand reached out and touched me. Gently at first, but then she ran her finger across the top of my dick. It betrayed me and twitched.
 
“Try holding it like this,” Eric said, using the middle finger of his left hand as a dick and wrapping the fingers of his right hand around it. “And stroking it.” He demonstrated for them.
 
All six of the other girls watched closely as she did exactly as Eric had showed and began jerking me off. She was unsteady and rough at first, but Eric continued to guide her and she got better and better until finally I couldn’t help but shoot. But as the first burst came out she let go, and my dick twitched and twitched hoping for more contact.
 
“Unless you want to demonstrate for them yourself, I’m going to let each girl try her own hand at it,” Eric said to me. I nodded my head and he had his brother untie me.
 
I’d never jacked off using my left hand. I’d never jacked off in front of another person before. I’d never even dreamed of doing it in front of seven girls and six boys. But I did. It was sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but like the girl, I adjusted and soon was able to bring myself to a proper and complete climax. Hanging my head in shame, not wanting to look at any of them, I stayed there, hoping Eric was done with me.
 
Eric was whispering something to one of Thomas’s friends, who smiled and jumped up. That got my attention, but Eric drew it back to him.
 
“Too bad you didn’t do that on your own the first time,” he said. “Now I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay the price.”
 
I heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll and turned to see the boy wrapping all of my clothes into a tape-covered ball. Once he had completely covered the ball of clothing so that none of it could be seen, he kicked it towards one of the other boys.
 
“Gus and Dereck play on a soccer team,” Eric said to me. “If you want your clothes back you’re going to have to play soccer against them. First team to five wins.”
 
I looked closer at the open field behind where we were sitting and saw that it was a soccer field. The goal posts were to my left and right. Gus and Dereck were already on the sideline, kicking the ball back and forth between them.
 
“You’d better hurry and get out there. If they get to five goals first they will wind and you’ll have to pay another price in order to get your clothes back.”
 
I did actually try, but obviously it was hopeless. Two experienced soccer players against on in-experienced and naked player. It took less than three minutes before they scored their fifth goal to my zero.
 
The two boys laughed as they ran past me back to where the others were. I walked back dreading what might come next.
 
“You lost,” Eric said. “So unless you plan on walking home naked, you need to suffer some more. Who is your best friend in school?”
 
I didn’t want to involve Rick, but everyone knew that he was almost the only kid in school that I had formed a friendship with, so I said his name.
 
“Do you know his number?”
 
“No,” I answered truthfully. “It’s written down on a piece of paper in my wallet. In my pants. That are in the ball.” At least this may save him from whatever Eric had planned. Even if he wasn’t going to do anything to Rick, I didn’t want Rick to see me like this.
 
“I’ll check,” Thomas said. “I pulled everything out of his pockets so it wouldn’t fall out and get lost.” Thomas was going through my wallet. “Here it is.” He called out the number and Eric used his cell phone to make the call.
 
“Rick Wiseman, this is Eric Strand, how are you doing?” Eric listened for a few seconds. “Look, here’s why I called. Your friend Danny Shoemaker is in a bit of a jam and he needs someone to come and cut him free. He asked for you. Are you willing to come and do that?” Again, he listened to the response. “Here’s the thing. Nothing is going to happen to you, you have my word on that. But in order for you to help him I don’t want you to come alone. Bring at least three friends, and at least two of them have to be girls.” Eric went on to give him directions on where I was.
 
“He wants to talk to you,” Eric said to me. He put his phone on speaker phone so he could hear both sides of the conversation.
 
“You okay Dan?” he asked.
 
I wanted to tell him not to come, but I knew that he was probably the only one who would. “Yeah, I guess. Strand hasn’t hurt me. He’s just pissed because I got a perfect score on that math test.”
 
“Okay, look, how many of them are there? Or is it just Eric?”
 
“I’ll answer that Rick,” Eric said, putting the phone back off speakerphone. “Right now there are six of us, plus a few girls. But nobody is going to do anything to you or your friends, so bring as many as you want. But try to keep it about half boys, half girls. If you show up with a bunch of kids but only one or two girls, we’ll run you off and go back to having our fun with Danny. You understand?”
 
Apparently he did because Eric ended the call. “Take him over there to the far goal post,” he said to his gang. Rather than be pushed or pulled, I walked on my own, trying to pretend I wasn’t scared. When we got there, he had the roll of duct tape and they made me spread my arms and legs and then taped them to the back of the goal post. I was now spread-eagled, naked, and erect.
 
“Ricky said he’d be here in fifteen minutes or so. I’m going to leave your clothes in the other goal post, and I’m going to meet your friend to make sure he followed the rules. If he did then I’ll let them through. From now on, remember this day every test or quiz you take.” Eric walked off with my clothes and his gang to the far goal post. The seven girls hung around me, laughing at my erection. I actually wished they jack me off again, just so that I wouldn’t greet Rick with a boner, but none of them touched me.
 
Apparently Rick must have thought he’d have to fight to get me because he came with eight boys, most of them from my grade. But that wasn’t the worst. He’d followed Eric’s instructions and had nine more girls with him. I could see Eric intercept them and after just a few seconds Rick and his gang of friends came running.
 
These girls may have been Rick’s friends, but a naked boy their age, one that they all knew from school, was something they enjoyed seeing. And they were apparently not under any restriction from taking pictures. Once the first girl got her cell phone out they all did.
 
“Please, no pictures,” I pleaded. Rick turned and saw the girls all lined up with their cell phones out and told them all to stop. Most took a few more before putting them away.
 
“I’ll see if I can get them to delete the pictures,” Rick said to me. He and two of his friends began pulling the duct tape free. The other five boys were standing with the girls, laughing at me and making fun of how embarrassing it must be to be naked with a boner with sixteen girls around. I knew one of the boys and I wasn’t sure he could even count to sixteen.
 
“Go and get my clothes, please,” I said to the boys who weren’t helping. “They’re in the other goal post.” None of them moved. Once the tape was off my last leg we ran to the other goal post. There, hanging from the top of the bar, was a ball of duct tape, more than when I’d played soccer. And the ball was held to the crossbeam by three plastic tie wraps.
 
“Anyone have a knife?” I asked. No one did, or if they did they weren’t offering one.
 
Eric, who’d been standing well away, came up and said, “I do. You want it Danny? If so, give them a show like you gave earlier. Otherwise I’m going to have to ask your friends to leave.”
 
If all eight boys had been willing to actually help me I might have been tempted to tell Eric to go to hell. But when five of them just made fun of me I was afraid that if it came to a fight it might be ten or more to four of us, and maybe Rick and the other two who helped me would end up naked like me.
 
“Oh shit, what’s he doing,” one of the boys said as I turned and began jacking off. I was using my right hand, but Eric allowed it. The cell phones came back out and I was sure that nobody was going to delete the videos they were making of me jacking off in public. This time, even the girls that Thomas and Eric had brought had their cell phones out.
 
I wanted to die, and it was surprising hard to keep my dick hard knowing that girls (and one boy, I now noticed) were recording my deed, but I finally managed, shooting my load into the grass in front of me.
 
Eric stepped forward and quickly cut the three plastic ties, letting my clothing ball drop to the ground. Then he turned to the group of kids.
 
“If I see or even hear about one picture or video being sent to another person or posted anywhere, I will come after each and every one of you,” Eric said. “Don’t take a chance. Delete it or use it for your own personal enjoyment, but don’t send it anywhere. Those pictures could get me into trouble, and I won’t hesitate to strike back. Unless I know for dead certain who gave it up I will come for each of you. My advice is to delete everything you just saved. If anyone were to ever find it, you’d be in trouble with the police and to save myself I’d cooperate fully with the authorities. All of you, get out of here now.”
 
While he was making his speech I was busy trying to unwind the tape from the ball. Rick and one of the other guys was helping. Eric turned and told Rick’s friend to leave, but he allowed Rick to stay and help. He dropped everything that had been in my pockets on the ground in front of us.
 
We finally got the tape off of everything. Before I could put them on Eric grabbed my boxers. He produced a thick, black, magic marker and handed it to me. “In big letters, write ‘Danny Shoemaker’ across the band.”
 
I signed my boxers and he took the boxers and the pen back. “This will somehow appear in the trophy case tomorrow at school. No more perfect scores. No higher grades. I hope you understand that this was just the beginning of the trouble I can bring to you if you don’t follow the rules.”
 
He turned and walked away. I dressed as rapidly as I could. Rick had a million questions—who wouldn’t, but I ignored most of them. I had tears in my eyes as I thanked him and asked him if there was anything I could do to repay him for coming.
 
“Naw, I mean, maybe—no, there’s nothing. Glad I was able to come.”
 
I looked down and saw that his pants were tented out. “I could, you know, take care of that, if you wanted,” I said, pointing at his groin. “I wouldn’t mind.”
 
“Really? You’d do that?” He pushed at his groin, trying to re-direct the source of the tent. “No, that’s not right, you’ve been through enough.”
 
“But you want it, don’t you?” I asked. “After what I went through it wouldn’t matter to me at all.”
 
“Did Eric, did he make you, you know, do it with him?”
 
“His little brother wanted it, I’m positive of that, but no, Eric didn’t go that far. Putting me on display was enough to satisfy his anger, at least this time. I’ve got to decide if I’m going to do less than my best in the future. But right now, if you want, I’ll do it for you.”
 
“I, uh, look Dan, I really do. Seeing you naked. Watching you jack off, it made me excited. But we’re friends. I couldn’t let you.”
 
“If you think it would change our friendship I think you’re wrong. But it’s your choice. I’m willing. I probably never will be again after today.”
 
I don’t know why I was so willing. I’m not gay, absolutely not! Yet is somehow seemed okay. And the more I watched him pushing at his dick through his pants the more I wanted to. He looked around to see if anyone was watching before he asked, “Are you sure?”
 
I pantsed him instead of answering him. I pulled his boxers down, being careful not to pull his dick down with them. It popped free, extending its bright pink mushroom head right at me. I took it in and did all I could to make him squirm and moan. And then he shot, blast after blast, I don’t know how many times. Most of it went down my throat, the rest ran out and dribbled down my chin.
 
“Thank you,” he said. “Another perfect score.” It was the last words we spoke that to each other that afternoon.
 
 
 


 



   
   
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