The Outsider Chapter 3

The Outsider Chapter 3
by Aldric

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The Outsider, Chapter 3

The next day I decided I could safely ride the bus to school, and except for some teasing nothing happened.

Once in school, I once again hung around teachers as much as I could, and got through third period without any incidents. But fourth period was seventh grade gym. As I entered, the teacher called me into his office to explain ask if I knew how to swim and explain the rules. Once he was done, he told me to grab a pair of trunks from the bin in the locker room and meet the rest of class in the pool.

I felt I was in luck because by now the locker room was empty. There was only one pair of trunks in the bin the teacher had indicated. They were white, and a little too small for me, but not bad. I locked my clothes and decided to sneak a piss as long as nobody was around. Just as I finished up I heard a whistle blow followed by a large splash.

I followed the smell of chlorine out to the pool. Once there I saw that the class was a mixed class of girls and boys, and that at the moment the boys were in the pool treading water.

The boy's teacher called me over. "You know how to tread water?" he asked. I responded "sure" and he indicated I should get in.

The water was a little chilly, but not bad. I found an opening and started rotating my arms to hold me up.

"No using the feet Andrew" called the teacher, looking at the boy next to me. "Hands-only for this."

The first five minutes were easy, but as the time went by my arms started getting tired. Shortly after six minutes, a couple of boys broke out and headed for the side. "Come on guys, just four minutes to go. Try and hang in there." He allowed those who couldn't hold themselves up to get out and stand watching the rest of us. By eight minutes only about half the class was still in the pool.

Finally, after the tenth minute, he blew a quick blast on the whistle and all of us climbed out.

Next was the girls turn. They were doing fine until the boy in front of me stepped aside. One of the girls looked in my direction and froze until her head went under. Once back to treading, she continued to stare. After a few minutes, more and more girls were staring, and some began to laugh and had to get out. I kept looking behind me to see if someone was doing something, but there wasn't anyone there.

Other than a lot of staring, the rest of class went on without incident. We swam laps using different stokes until the teacher blew his whistle again and sent us to the locker room.

As soon as we were inside, several of the boys erupted with laughter. "Boy, I'll bet they remember you for a long time" somebody said, peeling off his suit and flipping it into a hamper marked 'dirty'. Then I noticed something I should have caught earlier—his suit had a liner. I looked down at mine and saw what had kept the girls eyes on me. I might as well been naked. Without the liner, once my suit got wet anyone could clearly see the outline of my dick and balls through the white material.

As I took mine off and headed for the shower, the boys pulled me back. Before I could do anything, I was pushed into a locker and the door slammed shut. Then I heard the sound of a lock snapping closed on the door.

"Please let me out" I tried, not expecting much.

"We'd love to, but you seem to be locked in" one boy answered. I heard him turning the dial. "Nope, I guess I don't know the combination."

I stayed quiet, trying to think how I was to get out of this one, but nothing was coming to mind. I could hear the boys heading off to the showers.

As they returned, one boy asked "Maybe this is your lock. Give me your combination and I'll try it."

I was sure it wasn't mine since mine was locked on my locker, but realized they weren't going to let me out anyway. "4-24-12" I called out. I could hear them turning the lock, and to my surprise, it opened.

"Boy, it's a good thing you can remember your combination, or you might have been stuck in there until you starved to death" said one boy as the locker door was opened.

I climbed out, and headed to take a quick shower. "Oh no, outsiders have to do one more lap before they can shower." They pushed me naked towards the door leading to the pool.

"If you make a splash, the girls will hear you and will be watching, so you'd better be quiet. But if you don't do the lap, this door won't open. Understand?"

I understood, and headed out. I got into the pool as quietly as I could, and swam a fast lap. With one quick glance at the door to the girl's locker room, I climbed out and headed back to our locker room. Much to my surprise, they opened the door and let me in. By now, everyone else was dressed and leaving.

"Hope you have a nice day" the last boy out said as he left. I knew I only had a few minutes before the bell, so I skipped the shower and went to my locker. I spun the combination and pulled, but it didn't open. I tried again, but no luck. Now I knew why they wanted my combination. My clothes were all locked up behind someone else's lock.

I tried the lock one last time just to be sure, but it didn't open. I looked around and only found a couple of towels.

Wrapping one around me, I headed for the teacher's office, but the door was locked. I knocked several times but he wasn't there.

I had to make a decision and quickly. The only person who could help me was the janitor and I only had a vague idea of where he might be. Or I could wait in the locker room for the next class to show up and go see the teacher then. Except I wasn't sure if there was another gym class after mine because the next period was lunch and there were only two periods left after that.

If I was going to get to the janitor I realized that I had to hurry before classes changed.

I had almost worked up enough nerve to open the door and step into the hallway with just the towel for cover when I heard voices on the other side. I turned back into the locker room and looked for somewhere to hide.

"Where is he?" asked one of the two kids who had come in. I found my lack of size had one advantage—I could hide inside an empty locker just as quick as they could shove me in one.

"I don't know, look around. I can't believe he had the balls to run. All we left him was a towel."

I heard them moving around but after a few minutes they gave up the search. I could hear the dial being twisted on the locker next to me—probably the one that contained my clothes.

"You don't think he got Mr. Druthers, do you?"

Mr. Druthers was my seventh grade gym teacher.

"Naw; Druthers is never in his office. He splits for lunch as soon as we hit the locker room. But maybe he left the door unlocked. Go take a look and see if the outsider is in there."

My locker door slammed shut and a lock was put back on it as the other boy came back into the locker room.

"Druther's office is locked and I don't see anyone inside. That idiot must be out in the halls somewhere and we're missing it!"

"He can't be, we'd of heard the yelling by now. He must have gone outside. Let's go have a look around and see if we can find him."

The boys left and I climbed out of the locker. Just out of curiosity I tried my lock again and to my great surprise and relief it opened. And my clothes were inside, which surprised me even more. I realized then that it was another setup—if I had taken to the halls as I planned then when I got back with a teacher or the janitor I would have found my own lock on my locker instead of somebody else's. I dressed quickly.

I decided to skip lunch and hang out in the library in full view of the librarian until just before the next bell. That was my cue for another hick class I had to take—engine shop.

All the other electives were filled except for sewing and small engine repair, so I chose to dirty my hands on small engines. The shop was home to more than just a bunch of two-stoke engines though, there were even a couple of boat and car engines in here.

The teacher was trying to help me get caught up with what he had taught the rest of the class the prior month when one of the boys at the far end yelled a swear word and dropped his tools. Blood was pooling in his hand and dripping on the floor. The teacher ran over and pulled the boy to the office.

"Hey preppy boy, come here" one of the kids said, looking right at me. "I hear you're a real tight ass!"

I now had to decide whether to go to my fate like a sheep or like a lion.

I kept working on my engine, trying to ignore him.

"Hey, preppy boy! Earth to outsider, come in outsider!"

A crowd was starting to gather around me.

"Look, what ever you have planned just forget it, I don't feel like playing. Go away and leave me alone or I'll tell Mr. Darcy."

"Ohhh, I'm really scared now. You're gonna tell, are you? Well go ahead, seal your own fate. But if I'm going to get wacked by Darcy it's going to be worth it."

He grabbed me and pulled me back to a workbench. I was no where near as strong as him and couldn't break free. He shoved my hands in a vice and held them there while another kid tightened the vice down until I couldn't get my hands out.

"Let me out of here you asshole!" I said as I struggled to get my hands free.

"Asshole! What an excellent idea. We need to loosen yours up so that you aren't such a tight-ass."

The class was all gathered around as he unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the ground. He hit me in the stomach, causing me to bend over the workbench and then down came my boxers. Then I felt something cold poke between my cheeks and right up against my rectum.

A cold, thick substance started building up between my ass cheeks, pushing them apart. He filled up every space of my crack before releasing my hands from the vice.

I spun around and saw him putting a grease gun back on the wall. He had coated my entire ass with black grease. I fumbled with my boxers and pants trying to pull them back up while trying to blink back tears.

"I'll bet next time someone in this room calls you snap to attention and do what they tell you. Go ahead and tell Darcy. My name is Rusty Bates, and I ain't even close to being done with you, outsider."

"You might want to go to the bathroom and wipe that off some" another boy said, patting my ass and making some of the grease squeeze out. "Oh, that's right, I forgot. Outsiders aren't allowed to use our bathrooms without permission. Guess you'll just have to wait until you get home."

I couldn't wait for school to end even though it would mean another long walk home. I stopped along the way and used some leaves to clean the grease off as good as I could.

Ginny and Cassie were the only ones home when I got there. My aunt worked and Scott was off playing with some of his friends. I walked right past the girls without saying a word and headed for the bedroom I shared with Scott to grab some clean boxers before taking a shower.

I closed the bathroom door but didn't lock it. I let the water run to heat up while I stripped off my clothes. I was behind the curtain trying to get the rest of the grease to come free when I felt a breeze. The curtain was pulled open and Ginny was standing there.

"Hey, I'm in here!" I yelled, covering up my groin and turning sideways from her.

"Listen outsider because I'm not in the habit of repeating myself. From now on when you come to take a shower you wear only your dirty underwear. After the shower you put them in the hamper and leave wearing only a towel. You come and see me or Scott so that we can inspect you to see if you cleaned yourself properly. Then you put on fresh underpants and nothing else. Then you can either join the rest of the family or go to bed."

She left without closing the curtain. Or the bathroom door. I hoped she wasn't serious, but I knew she was. I wondered what would happen if I told mom, but I was beginning to learn that might be a mistake.

When I stepped out of the shower the first thing I noticed was that my clean boxers were gone and all my other clothes were in the hamper. The big bath towel was also gone, leaving one that was about four foot by two foot. And pink!

I wrapped the towel around me just as Scott walked by and headed towards the room. Knowing Ginny was serious I decided to let Scott do the inspection.

"Hey Scott, hold up a second" I said, following after him. "You sister has this strange notion that you need to make sure I washed properly before I can . . ." I stopped suddenly as I enter the room because Scott had three friends over. And one of them was a girl. "Uh, never mind" I said, backing out of the room.

But I backed right into Ginny who pushed me back in. "Nope, you wanted Scott to check and so he will. Scott, make sure you inspect him everywhere. If he missed a spot, you can spank him ten times and then send him back to wash again. Then I'll inspect him."

Scott normally didn't like getting bossed around by his sister, but this time he didn't complain once. He and his friends grabbed the towel and started a detailed inspection while my dick grew to its full size.

"What's this?" Scott said, poking at the back of my balls. He held up a finger that had a spot of grease on it.

"There's more in here" said one of the other boys as he pried apart my ass cheeks. "Looks like you have to spank him" the boy said smugly.

The spanking didn't hurt, but being spanked by a ten year old in front of two other boys and a girl of the same age was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me. I went back and did a better job in the shower.

Scott wouldn't let me have the towel until Ginny had completed her inspection. "She's out back, on the swings" he told me. And then he smiled as he added "With one of her boyfriends. Now get out there and don't even try to come back inside until she's done."

I thought this couldn't get any worse, but as I looked at the swings I saw that it could. Chuck Decker was sitting on the swing next to her. They both had a laughing fit as I walked over completely naked.

"I've heard about you, grease ball" Ginny said. "I told you that you would hate it here. You don't belong here and you need to convince mommy to take you back to the city."

"I am going to tell my mom that you made me walk out here naked and let Scott's friends see me too" I said without thinking.

"Oh, go right ahead and tell her. But first you might want to think about how you will answer the first question she is likely to ask—about how I 'made' you do it."

"You can't seem to listen to even simple instructions" Decker said. "It sure will be fun having you as the only outsider around who hasn't learned what it takes to live here. Most sixth graders have figured out by the third bell to just go along with it. But not you—you're gonna tell Darcy or Kuntz, or your mommy."

They both started laughing again. "You can go now if you want" she said as she gasped for breath from the laughing. "But remember what I told you; after your shower you either go to bed or play in your underpants." That got them both going again. "Oh, and tell your mommie that you're tied of boxers and want to go back to briefs. I want you in briefs by the day after tomorrow at the latest" she added, causing a new round of laughter before I stalked off with my ears burning. I had only taken a few steps before Ginny called me back.

"Can you forge your mommy's signature?" Ginny asked. The question caught me off guard, I couldn't figure out why she would want to know that. Then she held up a piece of paper. "You got mail today and it needs to completed and returned tomorrow. We've filled in all the blanks to save you time, but you need to put your mother's signature on it. So go to your room and practice until you can sign her name. Bring this back out here for us to see when you're done."

She handed me the form and I started reading it as I walked back to the house. The first part was just a lot of instructions and regulations explaining the form, but it quickly became clear this was an authorization form for corporal punishment! The form looked like this:

Do you authorize the use of corporal punishment (CP) for your child?

___ No. (End of form, please sign and return)
___ Yes, but only if no other methods are effective
x Yes, this should be the first choice for disciplinary action

When CP is used it should be applied:
___ Over outer clothing
___ Over undergarments
___ On the bare backside
x While completely naked

When CP is used, how shall it be applied?
___ By hand only
___ By hand or paddle as necessary
x By hand, paddle, or cane as necessary

When CP is used, should it be private or public?
___ Private, Office only
___ Selected students of same gender may observe
___ Before a small group of students of both genders
x Invite as many students to witness it as appropriate

If CP is necessary, do you need to be informed?
___ Yes, before CP is administered
___ Yes, but you can notify me after it has been administered
x It is not necessary to notify me.

Chuck and Ginny had checked the last line for each question. I figured it wouldn't matter very much how good a job I did forging my mother's signature so I just signed her name to it. I put on a clean pair of boxers and returned the form to Ginny.

"Good job," she said without even looking at it. "I'll give it to Mr. Darcy first thing tomorrow morning."

That evening my sister looked at me wearing nothing but my boxers and asked if everything was okay. I really wanted to tell her what had happened, but I was afraid it would make it a lot worse. Besides, the smile on her face told me she was hoping I'd complain to her.

"Naw, nothing's wrong. I just was too lazy to put on pants after my shower."

"But you used to have such a fit if anyone saw you even without a shirt on before. Now you're practically naked in front of me and your cousins. Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just that I'm not a little kid anymore."

That wasn't how I felt, and I could see Scott and Ginny both biting their knuckles to keep from laughing, but my sister let it go. "Maybe you're just a nudist at heart" she said.