Three Days Day 2
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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.

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Three Days: Day 2

Pete woke up the next morning and it took him a few minutes before he remembered where he was. Grace was sleeping next to him, her arm across his stomach. She had crawled under the blankets during the night somehow he had slept through it. During the night he had several dreams about being naked; suddenly he realized he really was naked and looked around for his clothes but didn't see them. He remembered Nancy was supposed to get some for him and bring them after she got off work, but he couldn't work out why they were missing in the first place. His stomach felt tight and he felt full like he needed to take a dump.

He got up without waking Grace and looked out the window and saw the van was there. A cramp caused him to bend over but it passed in a few seconds. He went to the bathroom, but nothing came out even though he had anther cramp.

Giving up, he decided to see if his clothes out of the van. He saw a towel on the floor next to the couch he had slept on so he wrapped it around his waist. After looking to make sure nobody was outside he stepped out the front door to go look in the van. As the front door closed behind him he heard a click and tried to turn the knob but it was locked. Now he really hoped his clothes were in the van since he had just managed to lock himself outside wearing nothing but a bath towel.

The van was unlocked and he searched it quickly but there were no clothes in it. More cramps caused him to double over, but he knew that even if he were in the bathroom that nothing would come out. He had to find a way back into the house.

He checked the back door, but it was locked too. Then he searched all the likely places for a spare key, but didn't find one. Feeling sick, he was left with ringing the doorbell to get back inside.

Nancy and Hunter answered it after the third ring. Another cramp caused Pete to double over just as the door opened.

"Pete, what's wrong? And what are you doing outside?" Nancy asked.

"I was looking for my clothes," he said. "I don't feel good."

Nancy put her hand across his forehead. "I think you have a slight fever, but nothing too bad. What made you think you're clothes were outside—didn't Hunter give them to you yesterday?"

"No, I forgot them," Hunter said. "They're still in the van, I'll go get them."

As Hunter headed for the front door Pete stopped him. "No, there's nothing in there, I already looked."

"But I left them in the back yesterday," Hunter said.

"Hunter! You didn't put them in the back next to those two boxes, did you? Those were the clothes for the Good Will. I dropped them yesterday on the way to work."

"Oh, darn, I guess I should have told you. I forgot you were going there."

"Can we get them back?" Pete asked as another cramp caused him to sit down on the couch which woke Grace up.

"Yeah, I know the guy who runs it, he'll be there by the time I can get dressed and drive over. But Hunter, you need to take him to the Farmington's. Mrs. Farmington is a nurse; she'll know what to do for him. And get him something to wear, you can't keep dragging him around naked! Pete, I'll go right now and get your clothes back, I'm sorry you have to wait longer for them."

She went to the kitchen and got the pill Greg had told her to give him and a glass of juice. "Here's an aspirin, it will make you feel better," she said, giving the tranquilizer and juice to Pete.

She left to go get dressed and Grace gave Pete a big hug as she tried to slip a hand inside the towel.

"Leave him alone Grace," Hunter told her. "He doesn't feel good."

"I think he feels just fine," she said but pulled her hand back as Hunter left.

Hunter came back few seconds later with a small bathrobe. He had put on shorts and a shirt. "Here, this is all I can find. It used to be mine but I kind of grew out of it." Pete pulled it on and it just barely covered his groin. When he tied the belt it closed it around his waist but it was open at the bottom and at his chest. Still, when used with the towel it offered a little more protection.

Greg and Cody came out in their boxers until they saw Grace and then Cody hurried back to put on pants. Greg apparently didn't mind if Grace saw him in nothing but boxers. "What's up—where's his clothes?" he asked.

"My sister dropped them at the Good Will by mistake. She's going to go get them back, but Pete is sick. My neighbor is a nurse and I'm going to take him over there to see what's wrong with him. Do you want to tag along?" Greg said he would and pulled on the pants he was wearing the day before.

A boy of about eight answered the door still dressed in pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. "Hi Bailey," Hunter said to the kid. "Is your mother home?"

"I don't know, I just woke up," the boy said as he looked past Hunter. "Who's he?"

"This is Pete, and he's sick, that's why we need your mother," Hunter said. He pointed to a door and said to Pete "That goes to the basement. Bailey has a sister about our age and if you want to avoid being seen by her then go down there and when we find Mrs. Farmington we'll meet you there."

Pete wanted to avoid contact with as many people as he could so he moved quickly towards the door. It was dark on the landing but his hands found a light switch and he turned it on so he could see the stairs. At the bottom he could see a washing machine and dryer. He headed down the steps.

Once in the laundry area he had a door to his right and another to his left. He went right first, but that was just a closet. He closed the door and turned around to try the other door.

It was too dark to make out anything but it obviously opened into a big room. He felt along the wall trying to find a light switch when suddenly the lights came on. He was momentarily blinded but soon could see he was not alone—there were eight girls, all of them dressed in pajamas or just panties and tops. Apparently Karen Farmington was having a slumber party and Pete had just crashed it. The towel chose that moment to slip off his waist and drop to the ground.

The girls had all been promised the night before that they would get a wonderful present if they stayed quiet and didn't stay awake all night. They had done all the normal stuff girls do at parties, but remained quiet enough that Karen's older sister didn't need to come down. Now they were presented with a boy who appeared to be about their age and they quickly guessed that he was their reward.

The boy had dropped the towel, exposing his bare genitals. Most of the girls believed he had done it deliberately, especially since he hadn't panicked when it happened. He looked nervous and surprised but he didn't run away, he was just standing there as if trying to figure out what to do next. Ignoring their own state of dress the girls quickly gathered around and pulled Pete into the middle of the room.

Pete felt the girls pulling the robe off and he tried to hang onto it, not that it provided much protection but it was all he had left. He looked back to where the towel had fallen but it had already disappeared. The girls outnumbered him eight to one and despite his efforts the robe came off leaving him fully naked. Once again the cameras came out, only this time there were digital cameras and even a digital movie recorder being aimed at him.

"No, wait, what are you doing?" Pete pleaded as another cramp caught him.

The girls mistook the cramp for an attempt to dance and began telling him to dance. They backed off around him to give him room. Pete stood there and tried to cover up. The exposure to the girls had caused him to get hard again, making it difficult to hide everything.

As the noise level grew the basement door opened and Hunter, Greg, Bailey and an older teen aged girl came down. "No, no girls, he's not what I promised you," the girl said as the three boys eyed all the girls. "He's not here to entertain you, he's sick," she said.

Seeing two boys they knew from school caused the girls to scream and wrap themselves in blankets. Hunter and Greg had enjoyed getting a chance to see the girls in skimpy outfits.

"My name is Elisabeth, or just Elsie. My mom is still at work, but I have had a lot of first aid training, let's see what's wrong with you." She guided Pete back to a couch and had him lie back as she felt his abdomen looking for where it hurt. He had a cramp as her hand pressed down below his belly button.

"Well, it that's where it hurts then it's not his appendix," she said. Most of the younger girls were all gathered around as Elsie pulled Pete's legs into the air. They were more interested in what was being done to Pete then they were embarrassed about being seen by Hunter and Greg. The girls who were just wearing panties quickly pulled something else on but not before Hunter and Greg got another look at them. "Let's get an accurate temperature—hand me that thermometer," Elsie said to Hunter. Hunter didn't respond because he was still checking out the girls, but Bailey handed the thermometer to his oldest sister. He had seen Karen in her panties before and was too young to be thrilled by it. The naked boy was far more interesting to him.

Not realizing what was about to happen, Pete was caught off guard as Elsie poked the thermometer into his rear end. Before he could respond she had inserted the rectal thermometer into him. She held his legs still while she waited.

Pete looked around and saw the girls watching. He closed his eyes as he saw the movie camera recording this latest humiliation, yet he seemed incapable of fighting back and demanding his dignity.

Elsie pulled the device out and looked at it. "No, no temperature, it's only a slight bit above normal; probably because he's scared. I think you are just constipated and that is easy to cure. Let's go upstairs and I'll have you feeling right in no time.

She led him upstairs and the girls followed after the rest of them found something more to put on.

"Karen, you've helped me with Bailey before, can you help me with Pete?" Elsie asked as she was getting out the equipment she needed. Bailey's face turned red and he thought about being someplace else, but he really wanted to watch the boy get an enema. He couldn't believe his sister was going to let all the girls watch as well.

Karen was only too glad to help. She directed a few of the girls to get Pete ready, describing what was needed. Pete had no idea what was going on, but the cramps were getting worse and if this was going to help he was willing.

Karen filled the enema bottle with warm, soapy water. She was ready to hand it to Elsie but decided that Pete was bigger than Bailey and could hold more, so she put more water in the bag. Elsie had cleaned the hose and nozzle in the mean time and covered the tip with petroleum jelly. It was all ready in minutes.

"This won't hurt a bit," she said to Pete as his legs were pulled back up again. This time he realized that something was going to be stuck up his backside again. He tried to gain control but it was already too late. The nozzle was pushed inside and after just a few seconds of resistance it was pushed in to the mark.

Elsie looked at the bag and then at Karen. "I think you might have gotten a little too much, don't you?"

"I don't know, we don't have to put it all in, but he's really got bad cramps. Why not see how he handles it?"

Elsie shrugged her shoulders and said "Okay, we'll see; maybe you're right."

Pete's insides were gurgling and he begged to be allowed to go to the bathroom when the bag was still a quarter full, but Elsie told him just a few minutes more. Karen squeezed the bag to force the last of the water into Pete.

Seeing the bag was empty, Elsie pulled the nozzle out but held Pete in position as long as she dared before letting him up.

Pete got up as quickly as he could and sat on the toilet to let it all out. The girls were sickened by the smell and quickly decided they had seen enough. Greg and Hunter talked to the girls while they waited for Pete to finish on the toilet.

"So he doesn't remember anything about this?" one of the girls asked.

"He sort of remembers it, but he isn't sure what's memory and what's in his head." Greg said. "You know, I'll bet I can plant almost any idea in his head and if it fits the parts he remembers he'll believe it to be true. Watch, I'll show you what I mean."

Pete was just coming out of the bathroom, still embarrassed at the show he had just put on. "Pete, where did you leave your clothes?" Greg asked him.

Pete thought for a moment. He didn't have any clothes on, which was a continuing source of embarrassment, but he couldn't remember taking them off anywhere. He could remember having a blue robe, but he didn't know what happened to that either. "I, ah, I guess I don't remember," he said.

"You mean you lost your clothes again? We just got those for you, don't you remember? You had on tan shorts and a blue polo shirt. Why do you keep taking your clothes off everywhere we go?"

Pete could clearly remember the shorts and shirt, but he didn't know what happened to them. "I guess they must be downstairs," he said.

"You wait here, I'll go look," Karen said.

"And I'll go help," Greg said. Just before he went downstairs he had a sudden inspiration. He wasn't sure if it would work, but maybe Pete's confused brain could be manipulated. "Hunter, why don't you take Pete back to your house while we search for where he left his clothes this time. And maybe you should tell Brock to put the handcuffs back on him before he starts playing with himself in front of Grace again."

This caused the girls hanging around to start laughing.

"I didn't play with myself in front of Grace," Pete said, but his look of confusion made the statement seem suspect.

"You took your clothes off and showed her your thing when it was hard and we had to cuff you until we found your clothes. The same thing happened in my fort with the two girls my sister was babysitting. Do you remember that?"

Pete could remember being in the fort, and now that Greg brought it up, he could remember two girls. It didn't seem right, but maybe it was true and he was a pervert. He just couldn't remember it. He blushed and looked down at the floor wondering what else he might have done.

Elsie figured out what Greg was up to and added "Don't worry Pete, all of this is temporary—it's because you've been sick. You're just acting out some fantasies in your head because of the fever you were running. But the fever has broke and you should be back to normal within a day or so. Right Greg?" She wanted to make sure Greg didn't carry this out too far.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess; I mean, you've studied first aid and know a lot more about this than I do. So if you say a day or so, then I'm sure your right."

"Yes, I'm sure too. Tomorrow at the latest and he should be back to normal. If he isn't then I'll know you haven't been taking good care of him and you and Hunter will have to explain why not. Understand?"

Greg understood, she had given them just one more day to have fun with Pete.

Hunter took Pete back to his house. He told Brock that the handcuffs needed to be put back on Pete's arms and his brother looked at him funny for a second but then ran off to get the toy handcuffs. Pete didn't even resist when Brock put them on him.

"We're real sorry this is necessary Pete," Hunter told him. "But it's like Greg said; you keep trying to play with yourself. This is just to make sure you don't do anything harmful or bad with Grace around."

Pete didn't remember it that way, but he didn't argue since he couldn't seem to remember much at all of what happened the last day or so.

The rest of the day passed slowly. Pete had to endure the continuing attention Grace and Brock gave to him, and he was left alone with them for much of the afternoon. Grace wanted to touch him as much as she could and once she figured out that stroking his penis caused him to become hard it became her favorite activity.

Brock was more interested in using magic markers to draw and color areas of Pete's body. He had black circles around his nipples that Brock then used washable paint to color bright red. He painted Pete's sack a light green and used red and dark green to paint flowers on Pete's back.

The other boys finally told Brock and Grace to leave him alone and help get dinner ready. "My parents should be home in a few hours," Hunter said. "Karen Farmington called too and said she found your clothes and she's on her way over with them."

"Did she get mine from the Goodwill?" Pete asked.

"No, from her basement where you took them off. What made you think she would get them from the goodwill?"

"I thought that's where my clothes ended up after you left them in the back of the van," Pete said, obviously very confused. He remembered Karen from this morning, but he was sure he didn't leave his clothes in her basement.

"Boy, you must have really been sick, you're clothes were never in the van. You heard that my sister was going to drop some old clothes off there, but that was yesterday." Greg and Cody had only given him half a tranquilizer at lunch in order to let him start recovering from them before he went home. Besides, they wanted him clear-headed for what was planned for this final night of Pete's nudity. He would have clothes to wear, but not for long.

The doorbell rang and Hunter answered it, showing Karen and two of her friends in. She was carrying a blue polo shirt, tan shorts, and a pair of boxers. The three girls smiled when they saw Pete naked again.

"You hid these in the washer when you took them off," Karen said, dropping the clothes on the couch. "We wouldn't have found them except that somebody spilled some pop and we had to wash it out. What's with all the body paint?"

"Oh, that was Brock's idea," Hunter said. "He was having a good time and we didn't think it was hurting anything."

Pete had turned his back on the girls, wishing his arms were free so he could get dressed again. He could clearly remember seeing the washer and dryer when he went down the steps that morning but he just couldn't remember stripping. Or why he would do such a thing.

"Here, if you can keep from playing with yourself in front of the Grace I guess we can take these off," Cody said, grabbing Pete's arms and spinning him back around so he was facing the girls. He pretended to use the key to remove the handcuffs from Pete's arms.

Pete made a move for his clothes, but Greg grabbed them first. "Naw, you want to go outside and hose that paint off before you get dressed or else it will get all over the clothes and ruin them." He saw Pete hesitate. "Come, on, we've already seen you naked, it can't get any worse than that," he said. "Here, take the clothes with you, but wash as much of it off as you can before you get dressed," he said, handing the clothes to Pete. "Cody, Hunter and I are going to walk the girls home, and Grace has gone off to play somewhere. We'll even bring Brock with us, so there will be just you here, okay?"

Pete wanted to get dressed more than anything, but he guessed Greg was right. The clothes were old and didn't fit him very well, but if he came home with stains on them he would have to explain how it happened to his mother. "Can't I use the shower?"

"No, it gets on the plastic and is a bitch to clean. My mom will be furious. It only takes a few minutes with the hose."

They followed Pete out the back door and called Brock. Pete watched them go around front and he could hear their voices as they headed down the drive. He got the hose out and turned on the water. It was cold but not too bad, but the paint wouldn't wash off. He dropped the hose and went inside to get some soap.

The soap was helping. He had most of his chest clear except for the black marker which wouldn't come off at all. He was trying to clean his back when he thought he heard a car pull in. Dropping the hose, he grabbed his clothes and peeked around the edge of the house.

There was a pickup parked in the driveway and two cars in the street, but Pete didn't see anyone around. He quickly pulled his boxers and was just ready to pull his shorts on when somebody grabbed him from behind.

He struggled, but the person holding him was much bigger and stronger, and was joined by two others. Pete got a look at them when they forced a leg of his shorts into his mouth and taped them in place to gag him. The three boys all looked like they were seventeen or eighteen years old.

"We heard about you, how you like to show yourself off to little girls," one of the boys said as they dragged him towards the pickup. "We're going to teach you a little lesson."

They piled into the back of the truck as the driver backed out of the driveway. The bed had been prepared for him with four pieces of rope tied to each corner. It only took a few seconds for them to have his spread out on the bed as the truck sped down the street.

Soon Pete could see tree limbs over the top of the truck and could feel that they were on a gravel or dirt road. They drove slowly down the road for several minutes before skidding to a stop. Pete heard other cars or trucks pulling in around them and the sound of many car doors closing before dozens of kids, most of them girls and boys about his age, peered over the sides of the truck bed.

He was untied and his pants removed from his mouth. "Go ahead and finish getting dressed if you want," one of the older boys told him. Pete was scared, not sure what was going to happen to him, but at least they were going to let him get dressed. He pulled the shirt and shorts on as quickly as he could.

"Now follow us," they told him and led the way across a grass field. Pete could see a building at the other end. He thought briefly about running, but with no shoes and surrounded by thirty or more kids he know he'd never make it.

"Welcome to your new school," the boy said as the grass gave way to blacktop. "Tommy, go ahead and let us in."

A boy Pete's age ran ahead of the crowd. The sun was just starting to sink and Pete guessed it must be about 6:30 or so. When they reached a door the boy who had run ahead pushed it open from the inside.

"What are you going to do to me," Pete asked nervously.

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you, me and my friends aren't in middle school anymore. We're going to turn you over to your peers and just watch. What happens to you depends on a lot on you little man."

The older boy told everyone not to turn any lights on until they reached the library and when they got there Pete saw why—the library didn't have any windows. Once the doors were closed the lights came on and Pete was directed to have a seat in front facing the rest of the kids.

The older boys moved to the back and Pete looked out at the others. He quickly counted fifty-four kids, thirty eight of them girls; all were of middle school age. He knew they didn't all come in the cars so some of them must have been here waiting.

"My name is Angela, and we're going to have a fair trial and then fry your ass," one of the girls said to him. "Steve was seventh grade class president last year so he'll be the judge. You need to pick an attorney to defend you, anyone you want. Steve will then appoint a jury. So who do you want to defend you?"

"A trial, but I haven't done anything wrong," Pete said.

"Of course you did or you wouldn't have been arrested. Now who do you want to defend you? If you don't choose somebody the judge will have to appoint someone to defend you."

Pete was confused and scared. He looked around the room and realized that many of the kids in attendance looked familiar. He had this vision of being naked under a bridge and was sure that some of the kids who saw him there were here now. And in the corner he saw five girls who were at Karen Farmington's slumber party.

"What's taking so long?" the girl demanded. "Who do you want to defend you? We don't have all night for this you know."

Pete had no idea what to do. For the first time in days his head was feeling more clear, but he was completely overwhelmed by this turn of events. While he looked around the room he heard the back door open and to his horror saw eight more kids come in to join the kids already present.

"Okay then, if you can't choose then one will be appointed for you. Steve, I mean, your honor, who is to be the defense lawyer?"

Steve, who had taken a seat several yards to Pete's left, surveyed the room. "Nappy, you'll do." Many of the kids laughed out loud.

"Stop calling me Nappy, my name is Jeff," said a boy who didn't even look like he was eleven yet. "I don't want to, too many bad things happen to defense lawyers in this court."

"That's only if they do a poor job of defending," Steve said to him. "Besides, I selected you to defend him. If you refuse, I'll try you again for sleeping on watch and allowing your classmates to get caught."

"But that's not fair, I was already tried for that once. You can't try me again."

"You got off on a technicality. I have new evidence. Defend him or we'll try you next."

Jeff, AKA Nappy, came forward while Steve selected eleven kids to be a jury and seated them to Pete's right.

"The defendant will rise, face the jury and state his full name, age, and address," Steve said.

"You can't make me stay here and play this game," Pete said, looking at the door and trying to see if he had any hope of escape.

"Bailiff, you may correct the accused," Steve said and the three older boys who had kidnapped him came forward. They ignored Pete's plea and grabbed him. Pete was tossed face down over a table and suddenly felt a fire in his rear as a paddle was swung hard and fast. It hit him several more times before Steve signaled them to stop.

"Do you submit to the rules of the court or shall I have them continue," Steve asked.

Pete slowly stood up and faced the kids playing as jurors. "My name is Pete W. Prescott, and I'm twelve years old but I'll be thirteen in less than two weeks. I live at 2233 Oakdale Drive."

Angela started as soon as Pete returned to his seat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to prove tonight that this boy is a disgrace and embarrassment to not just his class, but to the whole school and we will ask the court to impose the maximum sentence for this. He has displayed himself naked to little girls, some as young as six, and forced other young kids, both girls AND boys, to satisfy him sexually."

Steve asked him "How do you plead to these charges?"

"Can I discuss it with my attorney?"

"I'll give you five minutes. You can discuss it in the fiction section, which may be appropriate."

Pete and Jeff went to the book rows. "Is there any chance you can get me off?"

"Well, lets start with the obvious, are you guilty?"

"No! I mean, I was naked, and many of the kids out there saw me, but it wasn't my choice, I was forced to do it."

"Forced by whom, and how?"

"The problem is, I can't keep it all straight in my head. I remember some things, but I can't tell if I was dreaming them or if they really happened. I was real sick the last two days."

Jeff studied him for a moment. "If you plead innocent and they find you guilty, they're going to do something to me too. But if we plead innocent by way of sickness and lean on the court's mercy, maybe they will go easy on you. If you just plead guilty we can get this over with. They will probably find you guilty anyway."

"But what will happen? They can't really do anything, can they?"

"This is a kangaroo court with no adult supervision. I don't think there are any limits, except that I've never heard of anyone being physically harmed. Most kids get paddled, but it tends to be more humiliation than pain. No bruises, but it's done on the bare. The worst things happen to those accused of the worst crimes, and yours is the worst I've ever heard of. So maybe it doesn't matter how you plead. I don't know what you should do. I want you to just plead guilty and maybe they will let me go."

One of the older boys came back and told them time was up. Pete and Jeff returned to the center of the library and Steve asked again for his plea.

Pete thought for a second about what Jeff had said and decided there was no reason to give in. "I'm innocent. I was set up and forced to do stuff, but I can't remember everything that happened to me because I was sick."

Jeff had his head in his hands as Pete sat back down.

Angela approached him. "Has a girl younger than you touched your penis in the last two days?

"Well, yes, but not because I wanted her to. I couldn't stop it."

"The defendant will just answer the question and not supply any other information unless it is requested," Steve said, causing Angela to smile.

"So you have allowed little girls to touch you. Were you hard at the time?"

Pete saw this was not going to go well. "Can I change my plea?" He turned and looked at Steve who said "You had your chance. Now just answer the questions."

"Yes," he said to Angela.

"How about boys? Have any boys touched your privates?"

"Yes, one did."

"And were you hard then too?"

"Yes, but not because of that, it was because---"

Pete saw Steve signal to the older boys in the back who began to approach until Pete stopped talking.

"Have you displayed yourself naked in front of girls and boys?"

"Yes," Pete said, wanting to say more but afraid of getting paddled again.

"No more questions your honor," Angela said.

"Your witness Nappy," Steve said.

Jeff looked like the last thing he wanted to do was be here, but he rose and faced Pete.

"Didn't you tell me you were guilty?" he asked suddenly.

"Hey, what about lawyer-client privilege?" Pete asked. But Steve didn't say anything and Jeff just stood there.

"I said I might have done what I'm accused of but I don't remember. You told me I was guilty and that I should plead that way!"

"No further questions your honor."

Steve called on Angela for witnesses and she said she had two. One described what she had seen under the bridge and the other described how Pete had shown up at a girl's slumber party naked after hiding the clothes he had been wearing. Jeff did not cross examine them.

Steve called on the jury to deliberate, which only took a few seconds. The member selected to read the verdict called Pete guilty on all counts.

"Nappy, you violated the confidentially of your client in the courtroom, how do you plead to this charge?" Steve asked Jeff.

Without any hesitation, Jeff said "Guilty your honor. I plead guilty and fall on the mercy of the court. The crimes my client confessed to were too serious to defend."

Steve stood and said to Pete "You have been tried by a jury of your peers and found guilty. I now sentence you to public humiliation. You will be bound in stocks and turned over to the members of your class for them to humiliate you in a manner that restores the dignity of next year's eighth grade class."

Pete tried to run, but was quickly caught. The older boys held him while a simple set of stocks made in last year's wood class was fitted around his neck and wrists; then the group made sure everything in the library was returned the way it was and pushed Pete back outside.

He was lead back across the field and into the woods where a wood had been stacked for a campfire.

"Nappy, remove your clients clothing and throw it on the campfire," Steve said, passing a small knife to him so that Pete's shirt could be cut off. "And then remove your own clothing too."

"Aw, come on Steve! I didn't want to defend him, you made me do it." Jeff didn't see the signal but he heard the bigger boys coming up behind him and quickly turned and started cutting Pete's shirt off. Once that was done he pulled Pete's shorts and boxers off in one motion and pulled them over Pete's feet. He threw the clothes on top of the stacked firewood.

Then he started removing his own clothing, starting with his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and underwear, knowing he was going to lose them tonight whether he resisted or not. Finally he took his socks off and held the bundle of clothing in front of him. "Do mine go in the fire too?" he asked Steve.

"You can keep them for now, but go lock them in my brother's car. I'll decide later if you deserve to get them back."

As Jeff hurried away with his clothes, the fire was lit. Pete had no choice but to stand and watch it burn his clothes. With the fire on his front, his back was starting to feel cold. He knew somehow the worst was yet to come. The assembled kids watched the fire, staring at the two naked boys. More wood was added until there was a deep bed of red-hot coals. Pete guessed it was already nearly midnight.

The kids from Pete's class had scattered into the brush and slowly reappeared one-by-one; each carrying a small branch. While they were gone Pete watched as some metal straps were added to the fire and several open cans set around the edges. One of the older boys went back to his car and returned with two large boxes and Jeff, who was carrying a third box. Pete couldn't see what was in the boxes.

Once all of Pete's classmates had returned Steve opened the box Jeff had been carrying. "Artificial skin, otherwise known as latex," he said, handing out three cans and some brushes to the first three volunteers. The three girls began spreading the contents on Pete's groin, stroking his penis to make sure it was hard. They completely covered him from his belly button down, with several coats on his balls and dick.

"It's really for your protection," Steve said to him. "You see, your class has decided to tar and feather you, but some places are just too sensitive, so we'll protect them with the latex first. It will peel off without too much trouble, although I'm afraid the hair you had down there will come off with it. It will be like a wax job."

"Actually, we aren't using tar; that would cause serious skin burns. So instead we'll heat up an oil and grease mixture to just hot enough to spread evenly and use that. It will still be a bitch to clean once it cools down and hardens. But the temperature will not be hot enough to burn you, although it may feel uncomfortable. But when it dries it forms a thick coat."

While he was talking, to other boys had pulled one of the metal straps out of the fire with tongs. "Hold still now, this is hot," Steve said to him. The strap was glowing red as the boys wrapped it tight around one end of the wooden stocks they had bound him in. The wood began to smoke as the hot metal was pressed against it. Once it was all the way around it was pressed together with clamps and forced as tight into the wood as they could get it.

"As this cools, it shrinks. It will hold the stock together and make removing them a lot more difficult," Steve added as the boys finished the first strap and pulled a second out to do the other side. Pete saw there were two more straps still in the fire.

"The oil is ready," said a boy who had been stirring it.

"Test it on Nappy," Steve said. "I want to make sure it isn't too hot. Just do a small spot on his chest. And test all three cans."

Jeff didn't look to happy, but he stood his ground and allowed three boys to use a stick to apply a coat of the oil mixture to his chest and back. "It's a little warm, but it isn't burning me," he said to Steve.

"Okay everyone, time to make sure Pete remembers this. Warm his skin up and get the blood flowing to it."

The kids began hitting Pete with the small branches they had. Each hit stung and two boys had to hold him in place until his whole body except his groin had been smacked until it was red. As soon as they were satisfied they began spreading the oil mixture over him while Steve put a pair of safety glasses over Pete's eyes. A second can was carefully poured over Pete's head until it ran down the sides and back.

They worked quickly to cover all of his skin except his groin, mouth, and nose. Even his eyebrows were covered. As soon as he was covered, the last of the mixture in each can was splashed on him with the other two boxes were opened.

These boxes were full of white feathers and were dumped and thrown onto him. Two girls were doing something to his groin, but Pete couldn't see what it was. As a final measure, one of the kids used his oil-covered brush to put a light coat of oil across the front of the safety glasses, cutting off most of Pete's vision.

"Okay, take him back by the cars," Steve commanded. As they led him away Pete could hear Steve tell Jeff to clean up the entire area. "Find every feather, every stick, and put them in the fire. If I come back and find one piece of evidence of this party you'll never see your clothes again."

Pete couldn't tell for sure what was happening, but he was placed in front of three of the cars and their headlights turned on him. Then he heard the clicks and knew pictures were being taken.

Then he was lifted into the back of the pickup truck again. "Time to take you home now," one of the boys said. "If you were smart, you'd make sure to find a way to keep any adults from finding out who did this. I'd recommend saying it was kids wearing red and blue—that's Harding, the next town over. They're our sports rivals."

Pete didn't know how he was going to do it, but he knew he couldn't let his parents see him like this. Somehow he would have to stay hidden.

It turned out to be easier then he thought. The boys dropped him off in front of the house with the `for sale' sign out front and as soon as they drove off Hunter, Cody, and Greg were waiting for him.

"God, what did they do to you?" Cody asked, but he smirked as soon as Pete wasn't looking at him.

"You've got to hide me, my parents can't see me like this," Pete mumbled as the three boys led him off. Cody tried to pull the safety glasses off his face but the strap was plastered behind the hardened oil mixture in his hair.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of, they think you're spending another night at my house," Greg said. Pete couldn't see him holding his thumb up at Cody behind his back. "We're going to keep you in the fort tonight until everyone leaves for work, then we'll get you cleaned up."