Perfect Score
By Aldric
Copyright 2016 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It
contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
of a
legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material
does not
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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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