The Last Promise Part 2
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 The Last Promise Part 2
 
 Jared sat in his room, not sure why his door had been
 reinstalled, but glad he was able cry without being watched.
 Shortly after his parents got home his father called him out
 of his room in a stern voice.
 
 "Tell us what happened, and it better be the truth," he
 said.  Jared quickly related the story he had told the
 police officer.
 
 When he finished, his mother said, "Ashley thinks you need a
 special program she has found on the Internet, but this
 sounds like idle play to me.  Very stupid, but idle.  Were
 there just these two times?"
 
 Jared remembered his sister's warning to deny any other
 episodes.  "Yeah, mom, that it.  Just twice.  And once
 wasn't even meant for anyone to see me, it was just my
 friends playing a practical joke.  I don't even think anyone
 saw me, it might not even be one of the events the officer
 heard about."
 
 "Mom, that's not true.  Ask him for his wallet," Ashley
 said.
 
 "Why, what does his wallet have to do with this?" their
 father asked.
 
 "He left his wallet on the counter the other day, and I was
 looking to see if he had change for a five.  Ask him for his
 wallet and you'll see what I mean."
 
 His father held out his hand, and Jared reluctantly handed
 over his wallet.  As soon as his father flipped it open, he
 saw the picture of Jared naked on Elm Street.  He showed the
 picture to his wife, who blushed and turned away.
 
 "See dad?  It's like I said, he's enjoying the thrill,
 daring anyone to catch him.  And according to what Lois and
 I found on the web, it will get worse.  This time the police
 are going to let him off, but what about next time?"
 
 "But to turn all discipline over to you, including
 spankings..." their mom started.
 
 "Look on page 11, it says the training is most effective if
 done by a younger sibling.  And the spankings are for
 humiliation only.  I read it dad, it clearly says to use the
 hand or a small brush only, and to stop when he turns red.
 See here on this page: 'If done properly, bruising will
 never occur.  If a bruise does appear, too much force was
 used.'  I know this sounds weird, but I believe it will
 work."
 
 "I don't know honey, seeing your brother naked, spanking
 him, it sounds so, well, indecent."
 
 "It's supposed to be.  According to the studies, he wants
 the dare, not to get caught.  But each event requires a
 little more, and a little more, and soon it's out of
 control.  The humiliation teaches him."  She paused, looking
 back and forth at her parents, who were looking at each
 other.
 
 "There's a measure of success too.  It says that better
 grades occur nearly all the time.  He never gets anything
 better than a C, try it until the end of the first grading
 period and see how he does.
 
 "Besides, it's not like I'm completely on my own.  Jared can
 always go to you to say when something I did was unfair or
 cruel.  And you can still check on him whenever you want.
 I'm just worried that if you don't do something soon that
 he's going to keep on doing it, and I don't want to be known
 as the 'sister of the pervert' to all the kids in school."
 
 Ashley stepped back to the side, leaving Jared to face his
 parents.  His mother looked to his father for a decision.
 
 "Look Jared, what Ashley is talking about is removing the
 door to your room, taking away all your privacy.  You would
 be naked all the time you are home, even if your friends, or
 her friends, are over.  How do you feel about that?"
 
 Ashley stood behind their parents where Jared could see her.
 She was shaking her head back and forth, and holding her
 palms together in front of her to indicate the response she
 wanted him to give.
 
 "No dad, you can't do that, it isn't right.  She can't see
 me naked, she's my sister.  I promise, it was just the three
 times, I'm not a pervert, it won't happen again."
 
 "But she's right, until you get arrested, how would we know?
 We didn't know about the first three times.  Was it really
 only three times, or were there more?"
 
 Ashley was shaking her head up and down, and held up one
 finger.  "There was one other time too I guess," Jared
 mumbled, staring at the floor.
 
 His parents looked at each other, and both nodded their
 heads.  "I'm sorry, Jared, but I think you sister may be on
 to something here.  We're going to try this for the rest of
 the marking period, if you're grades improve maybe we'll
 reconsider.  Until then, you are to do whatever she tells
 you, whether you like it or not.  But, if you think she has
 gone too far, you call your mother or me."
 
 "What about his allowance dad?" Ashley asked.  "He's not
 supposed to have any freedoms unless I allow it, but if he
 has money he can go to the movies or stuff."
 
 "Good point Ashley.  I'll hang onto his allowance while we
 try this out.  Jared, if you need money, you tell your
 sister and she'll get it from me and give it you.
 Understand?"
 
 "Yes dad" he said, still staring at the floor.  He was in
 debt to his sister, and without his allowance he wouldn't be
 able to pay her back.  And as long as he owed her money, he
 wasn't allowed to masturbate without her permission.  Things
 had just gotten a lot worse.
 
 "Then go remove your clothes, and take your curtains down,
 then take your door off," his dad said to him.
 
 "But I don't think I'm ready to eat meals with him naked,"
 he said to Ashley.  "I'd like you to let him dress for
 that."
 
 "I'd planned on it.  Sometimes you or mom has company over
 who wouldn't understand, so I was planning on letting him be
 dressed whenever he was in your part of the house."
 
 "That's a good plan," their father said.  "I guess we'll try
 this for now, but we'll monitor it closely.  I'll call the
 school and let them know about it tomorrow."  He turned to
 his wife and grabbed her hand.  "Are you sure you're
 comfortable with this?" he asked her.
 
 "No, I'm not, but you heard him stand right there and lie
 about it twice.  I think we have to try this program.  And
 if he gets good grades, well, that's even better" she
 answered as they left the old house and headed across the
 walk to their portion of the house.
 
 Ashley walked in to watch her once-again naked brother as he
 removed the door to his room.  "How much do you owe me now?"
 
 "Sixty dollars" he answered while removing the last of the
 curtain rod screws he had just put back in a few hours ago.
 
 "No, you're wrong.  It's an even one hundred dollars."  He
 turned to look at her, but before he could say anything she
 added "It went up when you decided you weren't going to earn
 the pledge cards anymore.  Oh, and the interest changed to
 ten dollars a week.  And cumming without permission is now
 twenty five.  Unless you want to go and tell mommy."  She
 waited a second to see if he wanted to comment, and when he
 didn't she continued.
 
 "From now on, you will tell me every time you cum.  If I
 find out you shot without permission and you didn't tell me
 before I find out myself it will cost you fifty dollars
 instead of twenty five."  Without waiting for a response,
 she turned and walked out.
 
 Saturday morning, Jared had two plans.  First, he called
 Adam's house to see if his mother needed someone to watch
 Luke and Gary, since he needed some money fast.  He was in
 luck; Luke's mom wanted to go shopping for a few hours and
 would gladly pay him to come over.  They agreed on meeting
 at noon.
 
 Next he went to see Scott Vanderville, who was holding two
 of Jared's cards ransom in exchange for some devious plot.
 Scott was in ninth grade at the same school Jared went to.
 "Did you get the other two cards back yet?" he asked.
 
 "No, just one of them.  Lois has the last one and she's
 holding out for something special."
 
 "That's okay, I've talked to my uncle and we can go ahead
 with my plan.  Do you have any money?"
 
 "No, in fact I owe my sister a ton of money."
 
 "Boy, she's really got you by the balls, doesn't she?" Scott
 said.  His comment reminded Jared of the fish hooks the
 girls had put in his balls.  Jared nodded.  "Never mind the
 money for now, I've got an idea, but you're going to have to
 borrow money from me too."
 
 "How much, and what's the interest?" Jared asked, staring at
 the ground.
 
 "Think of it as a card for me and just accept it.  It'll be
 horrible, but not as bad as what you've been through.  Can
 you come somewhere with me now?"
 
 Scott took them to a building with the sign "Butch's Tattoo
 and Body Piercing" on the front.  A "Closed" sign was
 hanging on the door but Jared could see a light on inside.
 Scott used a key to open the door and let them in.
 
 He led Jared inside and locked the door behind him.  "You're
 underage, so my uncle is going to do this while the store is
 closed."
 
 "Do what Scott, I can't get a tattoo, my parents would find
 out eventually."
 
 "No, not a tattoo, although you could get one if you wanted.
 Naw, he's going to put a 'D' ring in your balls with an ID
 tag on it.  You're about to become my property.  And I get
 to train you."  Jared stepped back away from him.
 
 "Explain what you mean, especially that part about the ring
 in my balls, and about training me."
 
 "Its nothing really, don't get too excited.  The ring is
 tiny and is behind your balls so even if you're naked most
 people won't notice it.  I could go a lot of different
 directions, but I think I'll stay real simple, get you to
 obey a few simple commands like I was training a dog.
 Here's the deal, if you want the cards back, you agree to
 this.  I'll pay for the ring, and you are mine until you pay
 me back.  I'm only going to humiliate you, not sell you or
 anything.  I might make you clean my room, but nothing like
 a slave.  Think of yourself more as a puppy.  And once
 you've repaid me for my expenses here, then you get the
 cards.  The ring you can keep, or my uncle will remove it.
 He might even buy it back off you.  What do you say; you
 want the cards, don't you?"
 
 "I want the cards, but I'm not sure about this.  I don't
 want nothing put in my balls, can't we do this some other
 way?"
 
 "Its no big deal, it's just a ring, kind of like this" he
 said, lifting the front of his shirt.  He had a small ring
 attached to the skin around his belly button.  "Yours will
 be just like this only it will have a small ID tag on it.
 He can numb it for you so it doesn't hurt, but I let him do
 this without anything, all you feel is just a quick poke.
 Can't be any worse than a fish hook.  Besides, it'll be
 fun."
 
 "Yeah, for you, but you said you were going to humiliate me,
 so I doubt that I'll have any fun."
 
 "Oh, don't worry too much about that.  I can't call you a
 slave or people would get the wrong idea, so instead you'll
 just be my little puppy."
 
 Jared still wasn't sure, but he really did want the cards
 back.  "And after I pay you back its over, we stop
 pretending?  And how much will it cost me?"
 
 "The piercing is $40, but because you're like family he'll
 do it for the same price he charged me, $20.  The training
 ring is another $40.  Then there is the pack, which costs
 $50.  I won't charge you for the collar.  That's $110.
 You'll have to come back in four days to make sure there's
 no infection, and that will cost $10, but I'll pay that for
 you.  So just one hundred and ten dollars, and you can keep
 the ring if you want when we're done.  And I have a plan to
 make it easy for you to earn some money to pay me back with.
 It should all be over with in a few weeks."
 
 Jared knew it couldn't be that easy, but he had to have
 those cards.  He suddenly had a scary thought, what if he
 backed out of this and his sister asked him what he was
 doing to honor the pledges, what would she do then?  He
 began to think this could be a lot better than fish hooks.
 "Okay, let's do it before I change my mind."
 
 Scott took him around back where a small man with black hair
 and lots of muscle was smoking a cigarette while watching an
 old show on a small television.  "Uncle Tom, this is Jared,
 the one I told you about.  Jared, this is Tom, or Butch as
 his customers usually call him."
 
 "You decided do this?"  Jared told him he had.  "Then drop
 your drawers and have a seat on the chair."  He pointed to a
 padded chair with a paper cover just like Jared was used to
 at the doctor's office.  Tom pulled a cart around that
 contained a big device that said it was a sterilizer, and
 snapped on a pair of surgeon's gloves.
 
 "Let's have a look here," he said, inspecting Jared's balls.
 "You've already got a hole, have you been trying to do this
 yourself?"
 
 Rather than try to explain it to him, Jared said he had, and
 Scott helped him out with the lie.  "That's why I brought
 him here as soon as I found out."
 
 "He's going to make a good slave if he's willing to try to
 do this by himself, but that don't excuse bad habits.  Too
 easy to get a nasty bug that way; but these holes do look
 clean.  I'm going to use them instead of poking new ones."
 He looked up at Jared as he tore open an alcohol swab.
 
 "This is going to feel cold, and then I'm going to run the
 wire through.  You probably won't even feel that.  I'll pull
 the ring in with the wire, seal it closed, and we're done.
 If you want Novocain, I can do it, but it costs extra and it
 ain't worth it, this don't hurt at all, as you probably
 discovered already there ain't many pain nerves in the skin
 of your sack."
 
 Jared said, "Just do it, I'm kind of nervous, so get it over
 with."   He lay back into the chair and stared at the
 ceiling.
 
 "That's the way to be, I'll be quick and clean, you just
 relax."  Jared felt the cold from the alcohol, then a small
 poke.  He felt the ring being pulled through, but Tom was
 right, it didn't hurt.  He looked back down just in time to
 see Tom use a big tool to squeeze a cap over the two ends of
 the ring.  The ring was silvery colored, and had a small tag
 attached to it.
 
 "Do I have to do anything special?" he asked.
 
 "It's surgical stainless, so you don't need to take it out.
 Just clean your balls every day with one of these swabs.  It
 should heal in a day or two."  Tom handed Jared a stack of
 alcohol swabs, and then told Jared to stand up.
 
 As soon as he was standing, Butch gently grabbed Jared's
 balls and tugged them down.  Using his free hand, he swung a
 leather collar around the skin at the top of his sack, using
 some kind of tool to tighten it down.  Jared could feel two
 sharp prongs poking into his skin.
 
 Butch snapped a leash onto the ring, handing the free end to
 Scott along with the tool.
 
 Jared didn't like the idea of a training ring, and Scott
 hadn't said anything about a leash, but it was probably too
 late now.  Jared tried to see the tag, but he couldn't make
 out the words.
 
 "It says 'Property of Scott Vanderville' to show that you
 have agreed to this," Scott said.  "Don't let the leash
 scare you, we're just kids so we can't use it hardly
 anywhere.  I just want to see how it feels."  He gave a very
 soft tug on the leash and then said, "Heel, Jared!"
 
 Jared was stunned, not expecting anything like this at all.
 When he didn't step in behind Scott, Scott whipped his end
 of the leash across Jared's dick, not hard enough to hurt,
 but enough to sting.  Scott repeated the command.
 
 This time Jared got up from the chair as soon as Scott gave
 the tug, which was just a little stronger than before.
 "Good puppy," he said to Jared.
 
 "Before you guys run off to play, you owe me for the ring
 and the installation.  What price did you tell him Scott?"
 Tom asked.
 
 "I said you would do it for one hundred ten, forty for the
 ring and twenty to put it in, fifty for the training collar
 and waist band."
 
 Tom smiled and said to Scott, "Boy, you are trying to drive
 me into bankruptcy.  You guys are minors, and I'll bet he
 don't have his mommy's permission.  I can't do this for one-
 ten.  Try one-fifty."
 
 "That's too much you robber.  He's like family to me.  He'll
 pay one-thirty and not a cent more."
 
 "Wait a minute," Jared said.  "You told me a hundred and
 ten."
 
 "I thought he would do it for that, but he says no.  You're
 still getting a bargain at one hundred thirty.  It won't be
 that much longer until you pay me off."  Scott dropped the
 leash and dug in his wallet for the money.  Jared walked
 over to a mirror to look at how he looked to Scott.
 
 "One of the rules is that when the leash is attached you
 don't wonder around by yourself.  I'll have to work on
 teaching you to stay while we're at school," Scott said,
 picking up the end of the leash again.
 
 "At school!  You can't do this at school.  I thought you
 said this was just you and me!"
 
 "And slaves, I mean puppies, don't yell back at their
 masters if they know what's good for them.  Say you're sorry
 and that you'll be a good puppy and I'll forget it this
 time," Scott said.  While talking, Scott had put a belt
 around Jared's waist and was connecting two wires from the
 back of the belt to the ball collar.
 
 Jared knew he was trapped again.  "I'm sorry; I'll be a good
 dog."
 
 "No, you're not a dog yet, that takes a while.  You're a
 puppy.  Say you'll be a good one and I'll give you a treat."
 
 Jared could feel his ears burning.  "I'll be a good puppy.
 But please don't do this at school."
 
 Scott tossed him a dog biscuit.  "Here you go puppy, eat
 this.  And I want to see your tail wag while you eat it."
 
 At least Tom had gone back to his television show and was
 ignoring them.  Jared took a tentative bite of this biscuit.
 It was dry, but tasteless.  He wiggled his ass back and
 forth as he ate it while Scott stood there with a big grin.
 Once the last of the biscuit had been swallowed, Scott took
 the leash off.
 
 "You can get dressed now," he said.  While Jared was putting
 his pants back on, Scott said, "When the leash is on, you're
 a puppy, and you belong to me.  When the leash is not
 attached, you're Jared.  If I put the leash on you and
 leave, other people have to know you're a puppy, so here are
 some rules.  Make several copies, and keep them in your
 wallet.  If I ask you for one, you'd better have one."  He
 handed a printed paper to Jared.
 
 Jared scanned the paper.  It said, "If I'm wearing the
 leash, I am a puppy, and I belong to Scott Vanderville.  I
 only do what my owner tells me to do, and if you get me or
 my master in trouble, you will pay the consequences.  You
 can remove the leash unless my master has told me to keep it
 on.  Questions can be answered at Butch's Tattoo Shop."
 
 "I don't really have to give this to people, do I?
 
 "If anyone picks up the leash and I'm not right there, then
 you have to give them one.  A lot of people know my uncle,
 even some kids at school.  It may be embarrassing to give
 them one, but it should help to keep you out of trouble.
 Don't be afraid to bring anyone here, my uncle or the rest
 of the staff will deal with them, kids or adults.  And since
 you belong to me, they will leave you alone.  It isn't as
 bad as it sounds."
 
 "What do you have planned for the rest of today?  Maybe we
 can work on some simple commands," Scott said.
 
 "I'm supposed to be babysitting in a few minutes."
 
 "Well, we'll find some time Monday in school.  Like I said,
 I'm going to get as much humiliation fun out of this as I
 can.  You're not mine permanently like real slave boys; I
 only have you until you earn the cards and repay the money.
 But I have to be careful too and make sure an adult doesn't
 see me training you.  Most of them wouldn't understand."
 
 "Come with me puppy," he said, leading Jared back by the
 windows.
 
 Jared frowned, but walked along.  Scott brought him over by
 the big glass window that looked out onto the sidewalk and
 the street beyond.  The blinds were closed, but Jared could
 see the sunlight filtering in.  "Drop your pants and boxers,
 and begin beating off" he said.  He snapped the leash back
 on as soon as Jared's boxers went down.
 
 Jared hesitated, but as his dick began to harden, Scott
 suddenly lifted the blinds, and Jared could see several
 people walking past.  He scrambled, almost falling over his
 pants, until he was behind a display case.
 
 "Puppy, we really need to work on the stay command," Scott
 said, picking up the leash again.  He gave a small tug and
 headed back over by the window.  Jared stayed where he was,
 and after a few hard pulls that almost pulled Jared over,
 Scott gave up.  He unclipped the leash and put it in his
 pocket.  From another pocket he pulled out a small black
 controller.  Using a tool to open it, he put in some
 batteries and turned a switch.  Jared immediately jumped and
 yelled more from the surprise than the pain as several quick
 shocks were administered to the collar on his balls.
 
 "You have an E-collar on your sack, it's designed to teach
 dogs not to bark.  It gives six levels of shocks, that one
 was level 3.  I can make it shock you whenever I press the
 button, or when I release the button."  Scott turned a
 switch inside the controller and then held down the button
 while he snapped the controller closed.  Then he released
 the button for a second to accent his words.
 
 "The windows are tinted, nobody can see in when it's light
 outside.  If you had trusted me and stayed where you were, I
 would have cut you a break and worked on your training after
 school.  But since you didn't listen, we'll do it in school.
 Don't forget the instructions.  Scott was holding down a
 button on the remote as he talked.  "Go ahead and get
 dressed, and come and see me when you come back from Adam's
 house."
 
 Once Jared had his pants pulled up, Scott put the remote in
 his hands.  As soon as he released the button, the shocks
 started again until he closed Jared's thumb over the button.
 "It's like an electric fence, about 30,000 volts but just a
 tiny bit of current.  It hurts like hell though, don't it.
 Don't lose the remote, the batteries in the belt will run
 for about 4 hours."  He unlocked the door and held it open
 till Jared left.
 
 As he left the store, Jared walked back to the window.  No
 matter how hard he tried, all he could see was his own
 reflection; he couldn't see anything inside the store.
 
 Jared headed towards Kevin's house, keeping his thumb over
 the button while trying to keep the device in his pocket out
 of sight.  He arrived a few minutes early, but Kevin's mom
 thanked him anyway and yelled for Luke.  Luke showed up a
 few seconds later with Gary right behind him.
 
 "Come on," he said, pulling on Jared's arm.  "My brother
 said we can play at the fort."  They took off at a slow run.
 Jared realized this would be the first time he had ever gone
 to the fort with clothes on.  He wasn't too sure if he would
 still be wearing them when he left though.
 
 Kevin, Adam, and Brad were all there when they arrived.
 'You're early, that's cool.  It gives us more time for fun,"
 Adam said.
 
 "Wait a minute, I thought this was a real sitting job, not
 more torture," Jared said.
 
 "It is, this is just fun.  You don't even have to get
 undressed except for taking your shirt off.  We'll all take
 a turn, we just thought we'd start with you" Kevin said.
 
 "What's that thing you're holding in your pocket?" Luke
 asked.  Jared hesitated.
 
 "Come on, we've got a video of you and the password to your
 web site, don't make us use them.  Show us what you're
 hiding," Adam said.
 
 Jared slowly pulled the remote out, keeping his thumb on the
 button.
 
 "What is that, a bomb?" asked Gary, backing away.
 
 "No, it's just this thing I have to hold down for a kid
 named Scott," Jared began, but Brad had come up behind him
 and grabbed the remote from his hand.
 
 "Give me that," he said, and as Jared's thumb slipped off
 the button the five boys were surprised to see Jared bend
 over and jump up and down as he yelled "Press the button,
 press the button."
 
 Brad pressed the button for a second and then released it,
 watching the reaction in Jared.  Then he pressed it again.
 "I think you'd better show us" he said to Jared.
 
 Jared undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles,
 followed by his boxers.  Everyone saw the collar around the
 top of his balls with the two wires on it running to the
 belt; it wasn't until Gary did a closer inspection that he
 saw the ring through the back of Jared's sack.
 
 "You know, I think we'd like to take your shirt off and get
 on the board," Brad said, allowing one more zap to emphasize
 his words.
 
 As soon as he was bound, Adam explained the rules.  "We're
 going fishing for information.  This time, there's no time
 limit, when we get bored we stop.  But if you make it too
 easy on us, we'll use the thing Brad is holding.  So my
 advice is to put up with as much of the torture as you can
 before you answer a question.
 
 Kevin started by picking up the ointment.  Seeing the sudden
 look of fear on Jared's face, he said, "Don't worry, we
 ruled the piss hole as off limits.  But your balls aren't.
 So tell us who Scott Vanderville is, and tell us about the
 collar and the ring."
 
 Jared started to answer, then remembered to resist.  Kevin
 started by letting Luke and Gary tickle him, but Jared was
 able to keep from giving up until the third time they
 stopped just long enough to let him catch his breath.  As
 soon as Kevin let them start tickling again, Jared said
 "Stop, I can't breathe.  Scott Vanderville is a kid in
 school.  He took my pants when I threw them out the window,
 and found two pledge cards in my wallet.  One of the cards
 was the one you guys signed."
 
 "That was pretty good, you really made these two boys work
 for that bit of information.  But what about the stuff?"
 
 And on it went, the boys learning the story one piece at a
 time.  Jared was holding out pretty well, but once they
 started using the ointment, he started to break down,
 especially when they kept putting it on the same spot on his
 balls time after time.  When Jared got to the part about the
 picture in his wallet, they pulled his wallet from his pants
 and looked at it.
 
 "Is that really you walking naked down the middle of a
 street in the middle of the day, or was it faked?" Adam
 asked.
 
 Jared told him it was real, knowing that Adam was already
 plotting something.  "I want another picture to put in his
 wallet, one taken at school" Adam said.  "Kevin, that camera
 can take still photos too, can't it?"
 
 "It sure can, no problem at all.  I take it we're heading
 for the school?"
 
 "Yeah, I know just where I want the picture taken," Adam
 said.  "But first, let's see if he has anything else
 interesting to tell us."
 
 They went back to learning more of what happened, gradually
 getting it a piece at a time and then verifying that he told
 the truth with more torture until they were satisfied they
 had the whole story.  Jared was proud of himself because
 they never used the shocking device.
 
 "You really did great," Brad said, and the others all
 agreed.  "This was the most fun we've had in a long time."
 He looked at Adam and Kevin and said, "We told him if he
 made it fun we'd go easy on him."
 
 "Yeah, we could even let him torture one of the kids if we
 had a little more time," Brad said, "but Gary and I need to
 get home soon."  Gary and Luke both looked very relieved at
 that.  "But if we're going to do anything else we had better
 get started, it's getting late."
 
 They untied Jared and let him put on his shorts and shirt
 and they were off.  When they got near the school though,
 Gary and Luke turned to the right when everyone else turned
 left.  "I thought we were heading to the school," Gary said,
 and then he suddenly realized his error.  "Oh, you meant
 your school."  He sounded disappointed.
 
 "Why can't we take two pictures?" asked Brad.  "It won't
 take that long to go to both schools.  If we go to the
 elementary school last we can cut down Apple Lane and still
 be home before Gary and I are late."
 
 With that settled, they headed for the middle school.  When
 they got there, Adam pointed at the sign in front of the
 school.  It was on the grass, just off Patterson Road, which
 had cars parked on it and occasional traffic.
 
 "I don't know about that" said Kevin.  "There's a lot of
 traffic here.  If someone sees him and calls the cops, we're
 all busted."
 
 "But we can control it" said Adam.  "He takes off everything
 except his shorts and stands next to the sign.  You get the
 camera ready, and when everything is set we check for
 traffic and when it's clear we say go.  He drops his shorts,
 you take a picture, and he pulls the shorts back up.  We can
 do it all in fewer than ten seconds."
 
 Kevin was considering it, and finally agreed.  He found the
 best place to stand to frame the picture so it would show
 the sign with Jared leaning on it and the street.  He was
 just about ready when a girl came walking down the sidewalk.
 
 "Run up there and tell him to drop his pants as soon as she
 is even with the sign, and then get out of the picture,"
 Kevin said to Gary, who ran down to where Jared was
 standing.  Jared watched the girl, and as she passed he
 quickly shed his shorts.  He heard two clicks and then Kevin
 lowered the camera and Jared quickly pulled his pants back
 up.
 
 "It was perfect," Kevin said.  "With the perspective it will
 look like she's still in front of the sign when we took the
 picture.  I took two just to be sure."
 
 "Now let's go to my school," Luke said.
 
 They set up a shot on the basketball court that had the
 school in the background.  Kevin had Luke take off his
 shirt, and Gary his shoes and socks.  "The theme is that you
 guys are playing strip horse, and he lost.  Jared, I want
 you to hold both your arms like you were shooting a
 basketball as I take the picture."
 
 Once again, they made sure no traffic was around and set the
 shot, and Kevin took two more pictures.  Then they headed
 back towards home.  When they got close, Adam asked how long
 Brad and Gary had before they were supposed to be home.
 Brad looked at his watch and said, "fifteen minutes, but if
 we're a little late it will be okay.  What do you have in
 mind?"
 
 "Well, I don't know about you guys, but my dick is really
 sore.  I was thinking maybe someone here could kiss it and
 make it feel better."  Everyone knew exactly what he meant,
 and they headed back to the fort as fast as they could.
 
 They followed Kevin back to his father's den, when Kevin
 told Luke to keep an eye out for their mother.  He started
 everything up and quickly downloaded the memory from the
 camera to the computer.  Kevin did a little editing, and
 then printed the best two pictures on high-quality paper.
 He handed them to Adam, who nodded his head in approval
 before showing them to Luke.
 
 Adam handed the pictures to Jared and said, "Keep those in
 your wallet until you earn our card back."
 
 "Okay boys, I think its payday," Kevin said, leading the
 way.
 
 His mother was already home, and gave Jared fifty dollars.
 As soon as they got Jared outside, Adam held out his hand.
 Jared pulled the money Kevin's mom had given him and handed
 it over to Adam.
 
 "I think we should share this with Luke and Gary too, they
 worked just as hard as we did this time," Adam said.  He
 opened his wallet and pulled out some ones to replace a ten,
 and then counted out five stacks of eight dollars each.
 
 "One share for each of us," Adam said, handing out the five
 stacks of money.  Luke and Gary were overjoyed to learn that
 not only did they get a chance to humiliate a big kid, but
 that they got paid for it too.  Adam handed the rest of the
 money to Jared.
 
 "Let's do this again next weekend," he said to Jared.
 
 "Come on man, I really need some money.  You guys are
 ripping me off."
 
 "Yeah, it sucks to be you.  Maybe next time we will let you
 earn it on the board.  The longer you go, the more you can
 keep.  How's that sound?"
 
 Jared mumbled something, but then his thumb slipped off the
 button and the shocks started again until he could press it
 down.  His thumb was getting tired from the pressure.
 
 He headed back to Scott's house to see what he had to do
 there.