Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation,

Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation, femdom)
By Aldric

Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Part 1: Eighth Grade

Eighth grade, the first time I've been the boss around
anything. Next year I change schools and go to high school,
and I start over again at the bottom, but until then I've
got this year to enjoy. Now, instead of having to do
whatever the big kids tell you to do (or suffer the
consequences), I'm the big kid. All the little kids walk
the halls in fear of me and the other members of my class.
I'm on the top.

All this was going thorough my mind as I looked through my
backpack. I was spending the night at Tim's house tonight,
and I was positive I had a pair of clean underwear hidden in
the bottom. Everything else was there, just the underpants
were missing. I was worried about it, because when I packed
this morning before school, it was the only ones left that
didn't have my initials printed on the waist band. All the
others were used at summer camp last summer. If someone had
them, then it wouldn't take long before they would be flying
from the flagpole. That would be about the most
embarrassing thing someone could do to an eighth grader.
The last time a pair of my underpants flew from the pole was
when I was in sixth grade. A little different then about
thirty seconds before they went up the pole I had been
wearing them. And the eighth graders who were raising them
had my shorts too. I had to stand there and salute my
underwear until they reached the top of the pole and the
ropes were tied off before they would give me back my
shorts. I remember standing at attention in more ways than
one.

But most likely I just forgot to put them in the pack this
morning. They were probably still lying on my bed. Still,
it could be a minor problem as Tim and I and Mike, who was
also coming over, stripped down to our underwear for a while
before bed and talked and stuff, and you wanted to be sure
and have a clean pair so that no piss stains or racing
strips showed. I decided that I would stop at the boys'
room and make sure the pair I was wearing was clean enough.

Inside a stall, I inspected them. A little yellow spot in
the front, okay in the back. I could try and get by, or I
could take a pair from Tim's room when nobody's looking and
change into those. He and I are about the same size. That
decided, I pulled up and left, making sure before I walked
out that I had zippered my fly. Walking around with your
fly unzipped marked you as a target, even if you were an
eighth grader. If you were lucky, someone would only ask
you about barn doors and horses or some such thing. If you
were having a bad day, two or three boys would hold your
arms behind you while someone pulled your underpants open
and exposed your dick.

As I left the school and headed for the bike rack, I saw a
bunch of girls hanging around. They acted like they were
waiting for me, and never wanting to pass up a chance to
score some points with the girls, I hurried over to them.

"Come out to the field with us Jon" asked Traci, one of the
cutest girls in my class.

I looked at my watch. I was supposed to meet up with Mike
at 3:30 and we were going to ride to Tim's house together.
I had a couple of minutes to spare. "What's up? I only
have a few minutes. What's going on in the woods?"

"You can help us ea, earn, er . . " began Crystal. She was
choking on her words. Another girl helped out. "We just
need your help for a few minutes. It won't take long. It's
too embarrassing to talk about here. Please just come out
to the woods with us for a minute that's all it will take."

Too embarrassing to talk about, huh? Okay, I was hooked. I
followed the five girls across the soccer field and into the
woods. We had only gone past a few trees when one of the
girls gently kicked me in the back of my knees, causing me
to fall over backward. I landed on the ground with a thud,
but before I could move, two of the girls sat on my chest.
I could feel someone untying my shoelaces while another hand
was undoing my belt.

"What're you doing?" I yelled. "Come on, let me up." One
shoe slipped off, and cold hands were reaching inside the
top of my pants trying to unsnap my jeans. I tried to bat
one of the girls on top of me with my arms, but I had no
leverage. I tried to roll sideways, but they used fingers
in my armpits to tickle me into submission. The other shoe
came off, and I could feel my zipper going down. My dick
had risen to full attention, and I could feel the hand
lowering my zipper slide across it.

"Oh, his thing is right there!" said Traci. To emphasize
her point, she grabbed it through my underpants. Meanwhile,
one of the girls sitting on top of me began to unbutton my
shirt.

"Hey, cut it out! Please don't do this, I've never done
anything to you girls." No luck, my jeans were now being
pulled down past my knees.

"Oh be quiet. It's not what you think, we just need
something. Then we'll let you go. It'll only take a
minute, just like we said."

My jeans came off, and down went my briefs. All the girls
gave a little scream as soon as I was exposed. I could feel
my dick jerking in time with my pulse. This was something
that should be happening to the little kids, not to me.
"Hey, come on, I'm an eighth grader. Can't you do this to a
little kid?"

As soon as my underwear cleared my ankles, they all jumped
off me. I immediately started to stand up, which is what
they expected, as they then took my shirt, leaving me naked
except for my socks. The first girls were already running
across the soccer field, the girls with my shirt headed off
at an angle.

"We don't want you to chase us. Your clothes are up in that
tree. By the time you get them, we'll be gone. And thanks,
you've really helped us." I looked in the tree Crystal had
pointed to, and could see my shoes and pants hanging from a
branch. Another girl dropped my shirt in the middle of the
soccer field.

I actually started to run after them anyway, but as soon as
I reached the edge of the trees I stopped and remembered
that I was totally naked. "Damn" I thought. "Just when
things were going so well, I get stripped by girls! How am
I ever going to live this down?"

I walked back to the tree. My pants were just beyond reach,
but my shoes came down easily. I needed to put them on in
order to climb the tree to get my pants. Good thing I could
climb trees, I don't know what I would have done otherwise.
I decided I had better get a move on, this area was used by
a lot of kids, and eighth grader or not, if I got caught out
here with my pants up a tree, I'd be playing hide-and-seek
for them until after dark.

Part 2: Tom and Kurt

It took five minutes to get out to the branch that held my
pants. A sharp stick poked me in the balls, but didn't tear
the skin, thank God. Finally I got them down. I looked all
around for my underpants, but couldn't find them. Again, I
though about being found out here without pants, and started
pulling my jeans on over my shoes. I wasted more time
struggling with them; finally I realized that I wasn't going
to get them on over my shoes. But now I couldn't get them
back off over my shoes either.

As I sat back down on the ground to work at getting them
off, a stick poked my bottom. I jumped back up swearing at
it.

"What're you doing out here without your pants on? Did the
big kids take them? They did that to me out here once and
threw them up in a tree."

I knew I had been taking too long. I looked around and saw
a boy that I guessed was about 11 years old. "Ya, the big
kids did it to me, and now I've got them stuck over my
shoes. Help me pull them off, okay?"

He bent over and grabbed the bottom of my jeans and began
pulling as hard as he could. "How come your thing is hard?"

I had forgotten about that. Before I could think up a
suitable answer, I heard another voice. This one I
recognized, and knew I now had a new problem. "Run!" I said
to the kid who had been helping me.

He stood and ran, but only got four steps before one of
Kurt's friends grabbed him. Kurt Rasner had been my
tormentor since we were in fourth grade. He had been set
back twice, so he was 11 then and I was 9. Now we were both
eighth graders, but he was 15 to my 13, and much bigger than
me.

"Well, well, things are really getting bad when sixth
graders are depantsing eighth graders. Jack, help him off
with those jeans."

I stood up ready to defend myself, but tripped over the
jeans that were still bound up with my shoes and fell flat
on my face. My ankles were raised and I slid about 2 feet
across the ground on my balls before my jeans finally came
free of my shoes. Before I could get up, by shoes were
pulled off too, and then, just for good measure, my socks as
well. Now I really was completely naked. At least my fear
of Kurt had caused my erection to subside.

I looked over at the boy who had been trying to help me; the
other boys were just finishing up removing his clothes. He
was trying hard to hold back tears, but was not being very
successful. I didn't blame him, I felt like crying too.

"Now, we wouldn't want anything to happen to these here
clothes, so I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll put them in
the back seat of my brother's truck, which is over at the
high school. It's a black '92 Chevy Blazer. But school
lets out at 3:45, so you had better get there before he
leaves, or you'll have to come to my house to get them."

He and the other boys took off running with our clothes.
Without shoes, there was no way we could keep up. I slowed
to a walk. The boy now had tears dripping off his chin.
"Hey, what's your name?"

"Tommy. I mean Tom. My name is Tom."

"Well, Tom, try and hang in there. This'll work out
somehow. But we need to move a little faster. Can you
speed up some?"

"I'll try, but it really hurts my feet. Are we going to
have to go home naked? I've got sisters, and I don't want
them to see me."

"I'm gonna try and get our clothes back. When we get close
to the school, you stay hidden. I'll run and try and find
our clothes, and when I do, I'll bring you yours and then
walk you home. Okay?" At least the tears had slowed down.
I was already going to be real late meeting Mike; I might as
well get this kid home safe.

"Would you really do that for me? Or will you just get your
clothes and leave mine in the car? After all, I've seen you
pick on other kids. I don't want to have to go to that
kid's house."

"I really will bring your clothes back to you. I have
picked on kids, but that's what eighth graders do. But
you've been picked on enough today. Besides, you were
trying to help me, so I'll help you. And I can run faster
than you, that's why I'll go. But I promise you, if I find
the Blazer, I'll bring your clothes to you." By now, we had
reached the border of the trees with the high school. I
looked out into the parking lot, trying to spot a black
Blazer. Unfortunately, I wasn't real sure exactly what a
Blazer looked like. Tom solved that problem for me.

"There's one, over there, and it's black."

I looked where he was pointing, and saw a black SUV. It
didn't look anything like what I though a Blazer would look
like. "Are you sure that's a Blazer Tom?"

"Ya, my dad has one."

That was good enough for me. Reminding Tom to stay in
place, I headed as fast as I could go across the field
towards the parking lot. About the same time I stepped on
pavement, I heard the bell ring, and kids started pouring
out. I tried to move faster.

So far, only a few high school kids were entering the
parking lot. Most of those that saw me just laughed, but a
few pointed me out to other kids. My cheeks were burning
bright red as I made my way to the Blazer. Just before I
got there, I saw someone who bore a resemblance to Kurt get
in. I started moving faster, but the Blazer started backing
out. I changed direction, hoping to cut off the Blazer
before it could leave the parking lot.

The only thing that saved me was that so many people were
trying to leave at once that the Blazer had to stop for
traffic. Just before it was free to move, I stepped out
from behind a car and jumped right in front of it. The
driver looked surprised, and then started telling me to get
out of his way. I stepped around to the side and he started
forward, so I climbed up on the running board.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm looking for my clothes. Your brother hid them in
here."

"Get the hell off of here. I don't have your clothes, and I
don't have a brother. Now GET DOWN!" He gave me a gently
push, not enough to knock me off, but enough to let me know
he could. I stepped off the running board and he sped away.

Horns were honking all around me, and I was the subject of
several catcalls and worse. My dick was rising towards full
hard again. Dejected, and not sure what to do, I started to
head back to the woods. As I looked for a way through the
crazy mix of cars, I spotted another black Blazer. Ignoring
the traffic as much as I could, I ran towards it. As I
approached, the back door opened. Kurt and a girl were in
the back, and a second girl was sitting behind the wheel.

"Nice job. Very nice, you're much braver than I guessed. I
forgot, you didn't have to hurry my brother has track
practice tonight. He won't be leaving for hours yet. But
don't leave, come inside and we'll go for a ride."

I looked inside, but didn't see my clothes and started
looking back towards the woods.

"Oh no, don't leave. My associates are up there. I figured
you'd leave the kid. Now get in here."

Part 3: Parking Lots and Fire Drills

I could hear one of the girls telling him to leave me alone,
but at this point I was more worried about Tom. "Leave Tom
alone. You've got me, I'm thoroughly embarrassed, what more
do you want?" I got in the back seat and Kurt and the girl
moved so that I was between them. The third girl started
the truck up and pulled out into traffic.

"I don't think we've scratched the surface of thoroughly
embarrassed yet, but I'll make this short. Where are your
underpants?"

"What?" was all I could say.

"It's a simple question. You should know that the longer
you delay, the worse it is for Tom. And for you. So once
again, where are your underpants?"

What was all this about my underpants? "I don't know. Why
on earth do you care about my underpants?"

"I don't. She wants them. You're name is Jon, isn't it?
You weren't wearing them, they weren't in the clothes I took
from you, and they weren't anywhere around the tree. So
where are they?"

I looked at the girl he had indicated. She looked about my
age, and she was staring at my dick. I covered it up with
my hands. "Some girls in my class took them."

"Holy shit, you call yourself an eighth grader? Girls took
them? Boy, are you in trouble."

"Where's my clothes, and why all this interest in my
underpants?" I was getting very close to tears now,
understanding how Tom had felt. Tom, that reminded me, Kurt
said something about Tom being in for more trouble.

"Your clothes are in the dumpster behind our school. Until
my friends hear from me, they will keep telling Tom what
they are going to do to him. They will scare him very much.
As long as you're doing what you're told, Tom is relatively
safe, only he doesn't know that, so he's scared and getting
more scared by the minute. This will all end as soon as you
can produce a pair of your underpants to Tammy here."

Tammy I knew that name. She was in my grade at school.
This was getting worse. Tammy whispered something to Kurt.

"Okay, so somebody beat her to it. Here's how you can save
Tom. First, Tammy wants you to show her your dick. So
bring it out where she can see it. Point out its best
features, show her everything about it. Do a good job, and
I'll tell you the second thing she wants before Tom runs out
of time.

This was bad. I lifted my hands from my groin. I tried to
talk, but no words would come out.

"No, you aren't doing well enough. Get it up here where she
can see it. Show it off, talk about it. Show her what
happens when you rub it. You're running out of time."

I rose up higher off the seat, pointing my dick towards her
face. "This, um, this is my dick." I paused, not sure what
to say, and not wanting to say anything. I noticed that the
truck was heading towards the shopping center. The though
of being naked caused me to cover up my groin with my hands
again.

"Poor Tom, left alone with just my friends to torment him.
He'll probably die of fright there and all because you
aren't proud of your dick. Here's the deal. From now on,
every time you cover your dick, this takes longer and gets
worse. Every time me or one of the girls tell you to do
something, you do it immediately or I'll get bored and call
my friends and tell them to tie up Tom over by the projects.

"I don't know what you want."

"I want you to show her everything about your dick where the
most sensitive spots are on it, how big it is, how often you
measure it. Tell her what you think about when you beat
off, and show her how it works.

This was getting worse. I had to find a way to do this. At
least next year when I have to take public speaking, it
won't be as bad as this. I gave it my best try.

"This is my dick. Its four and three-quarters inches long.
The top is really sensitive, especially along the bottom
right here. When I beat off, umm, I guess I think about
girls." I was just ready to start to rub it when she
reached over and ran her fingernail along the spot I had
said was most sensitive. My dick jumped wildly, and I
nearly shot right then and there. I reached down to block
her hand from touching me.

"Uh, uh, uh, there'll be none of that." Kurt took my arms
and pulled them away. "Now I told you it would get worse.
I'm feeling a little lonely. I want you to walk over to
that car there and invite the driver over."

The truck had parked in a fairly empty area of the shopping
center. There was one car where Kurt was indicating. "And
I want you to WALK, with your arms at you side. If you run,
or if you cover up, we'll drive off." Kurt opened his door
and got out, pulling me out with him.

I was very naked, with the hardest erection I had ever had,
standing in the middle of a parking lot with cars driving
by. No one seemed to have noticed me, so I walked quickly
over to the car. As I approached, the window came down.
Inside was another girl.

"Kurt asked me to invite you over."

The girl couldn't stop giggling. Without a word, she rolled
up the window and got out, locking the car. We walked back
to the Blazer together. Kurt got in the front seat, and I
got in back between the two girls.

"Very good" Kurt said. "You did just what I asked. This is
Donna, and Donna, this is Jon and that's Tammy. Jon was
just about to show Tammy how he plays with himself."

I started to rub it again, but again Tammy grabbed my hand.
"You said you think of girls when you play with it. Who
specifically do you think of?"

"Um, sometimes Xena, and sometimes Traci." The truck pulled
out of the parking lot.

"Traci Goldstein?" asked the second girl, whom I had nearly
forgot about. All I could do was mumble a weak "Yes."

"Oh, wait until I tell her I watched you beat off thinking
about her."

Those words did it more than anything else. I could feel my
balls heave, and tightened my grip. My stomach twisted, and
I shot loads of cum.

The truck moved through town and back in the direction of
school. But before we got there, we pulled into a small
county park.

"Jon, do you know what a fire drill is?" asked Kurt.

"I think so," I answered apprehensively.

"Tell you what, we're going to practice it here. When you
hear me call it out I want you to get out, walk around the
truck, and get back in. That's all there is to it, okay?"

We continued driving through the park until Kurt pointed to
a space next to a basket ball hoop where 3 boys of about 10
years old were shooting hoops. As we pulled in, Kurt yelled
"Fire drill!"

I started out towards the back of the truck and noticed the
boys shooting baskets hadn't noticed me yet, but as I came
around the front the hysterical laughter coming from inside
the car attracted their attention. As they looked at me, my
mortification increased and I covered up my groin without
thinking

"Look, they're making that kid run around naked" called one
of the boys, and they all came running over to get a better
look. As I came back to the door and reached to get in, I
found it locked.

"I warned you about covering up, now didn't I?" asked Kurt
through the window. "Now I want you to go over and play a
game of pig with them. If you can beat all three, you can
get back in, but if you get a pig then they can decide what
to do with you."

In stunned disbelieve I slowly followed the boys back onto
the court. "This is going to be so cool" said one of them
as he flipped me the ball. "You shoot first."

Two of the boys were not good shooters, and even though I'm
too embarrassed to shoot well, both of them are quickly
eliminated. The third boy, however, is good, and it's my
shot as both of us have a "PI" from missing the other's
shot. I decided to try and find his range so I moved out
behind the foul line and sunk an easy jumper.

"Too easy" he says, and puts it through with the ball
touching nothing but net. I moved back 10 feet and sunk
another.

"Getting harder" he says, putting it off the backboard and
into the net. "But not hard enough to beat me."

I'm getting desperate, knowing that somebody is bound to
drive through the park eventually. I moved back 15 feet
further and shot again. The ball hit the front of the rim
and rebounded right to him.

The boy grabbed the ball in the air and ran under the net,
tossing it up over his head and behind him as he passed.
The ball rolled around the hoop two times before falling in.
I've never even tried a shot like that.

"Stand right over there, and I'll toss you the ball just
like I caught it," he said, pointing to where he started. I
moved to the spot and caught the ball, took two steps under
the basket and flipped it up over my head.

I didn't need to turn around; the loud yells of joy from the
three boys told me I had missed. Kurt and Tammy got out of
the truck and congratulated the boys. "What do you want to
do with him?" asked Tammy.

The three boys held a short conference. After reaching a
consensus the one who had made the winning shot said "We
want to spank him until he cries."

"Sounds good to me" said Kurt. He led me over to the front
of the truck and had me stand on the bumper with my hands on
the hood. That left my backside sticking out in the air.

The boys took turns slapping my ass with their hands. It
was getting sore and starting to burn, but I was determined
not to let a bunch of 10-year olds make me cry. The boys
were also getting tired and bored.

"I don't think you're getting through to him. Try this" I
heard Kurt say. I couldn't see what he had handed them, but
the boys responded with new enthusiasm.

I heard the belt whip through the air just before it hit.
The pain was more than I was ready for and I jumped up on
the hood.

Kurt pulled me back into position. "That one doesn't count,
he moved" Kurt said.

The next one wrapped around my hip and nearly hit my balls.
The pain was more than I could withstand, and I let the
tears flow out to end it.

"Okay, you made him cry" said Kurt. I started to get up but
Tammy pushed me down and said "Hold it, the other two still
get their turn."

The next kid nearly missed, and only the end of the belt
hit, but it curled between my butt cheeks and hurt even more
than the others. I cried out and stood up, but Kurt pushed
me back down.

"Good one. Doesn't count though because he moved again."

Somehow I endured two more hits without moving. The tears
were now flowing freely down my face. Kurt grabbed my arm
and pulled me up in front of the three boys. "Tell them
thank you" he told me.

I mumbled a quick thanks to each boy while staring at the
ground. They laughed and said, "sure, anytime."

"Hey, what school do you guys go to?" asked Tammy.

"Crestview Junior High, why?" answered the boy who had made
the winning shot. "Pierman Elementary" said the other two.

"Crestview, huh" said Kurt. "Jon here goes to Crestview
too. Maybe you'll see him around. Sure would make a great
story to tell your friends how you spanked an eighth grader,
wouldn't it."

"Boy, it sure would, but who would believe us?"

"Tell you what; we'd rather you not tell too many people
about it as long as Jon here leaves you alone. But if he
doesn't do what he is asked to do, then we might ask you to
tell your friends. And they'll have no problem believing
you we'll give you these."

I watched Kurt show them a series of pictures. There was
one of each boy slapping me. I turned and looked at Tammy,
and saw the Polaroid camera for the first time.

"Okay, Jon, lets get going" Kurt said as he pushed me toward
the back of the Blazer. As we left the park and headed back
towards the school, we were stopped by a school bus coming
from the other direction letting kids off. We no more than
got stopped in front of the bus when Tammy yelled "Fire
Drill!" The girls looked at me expectantly but I couldn't
muster up the courage to get out. "You'd better get your
little ass out there right now, Jon, or we're tossing you
out and taking off!"

Once again, I get out and did the drill. Obediently I had
my hands behind my head and made the turn around the front
of the Blazer just as two high school girls crossed in front
of the bus towards my side of the road. They were staring
and laughing so hard they could barely walk. As I got to
the back of the Blazer the door was locked.

"Go stand behind us and salute as the bus drives by" ordered
Kurt. Afraid they would drive off and leave me naked on a
road used by most people leaving the school, I did it. Loud
cheers and laughter poured from the bus as it drove by.

"Okay, okay, you've done good. Now for the second thing you
need to do to save your friend. When Tammy here asks for
you underpants tomorrow, you give them to her, right then on
the spot. Got it?"

"You can't be serious. She could ask anywhere. I can't
strip down and "

"We have plenty of time for some more fun and games if you
need more convincing that you are to do what you are told.
How would you like to practice a fire drill at the light on
First and Main?" I indicated I didn't want to do that.
"Then you'd better give you underpants to Tammy when and
where she asks for them."

By now we had reached my school. The girl driving pulled
around back and Kurt opened the door and pushed me out.
"Just remember to do what you're told" he said as I walked
off.

I headed out and went towards the trees, hoping I would find
Tom soon. As I got closer, I could here him sniffle.

As I walked in, I saw that Tom's arms were tied to a branch
just over his head, and he had welts on his back from a
short rope they had been hitting him with. "Well, I guess
that ends the fun" said one of the boys with Tom.

"Not necessarily. There's no reason we can't tie them both
up. I' bet this one would be just as cooperative, once we
applied the proper persuasion. What'll you say Randy?"

"I say we'd better do what Kurt told us to do."

With that they left heading back towards where Kurt had
dropped me off. It only took a couple of minutes for me to
have Tom's arms freed. Tom was very glad to see me again.

"I tried to call you and say they had our clothes up here,
but you couldn't hear. They threw them in the dumpster over
there. How could you do that run naked through the parking
lot like that? Man, I couldn't have done it."

He finally ran out of words and we walked over to the
dumpster, which was in a fenced-in area. Kurt and his
friends had already driven out. I tried the gate, but it
was locked. We'd have to climb the fence, which would be
easy with clothes and shoes on, but not while naked.

I was half way up when I heard Mike's voice behind me.

"What the hell are you two doing playing around here dressed
like that?"

"Don't even ask." I climbed back down. "Please climb over
and get our clothes for us." Mike and I had been good
friends for years.

It wasn't long before we were dressed again. Mike
apologized for not being able to find my underpants, and I
didn't bother to tell him they weren't in the dumpster. We
walked Tom to his house, and then headed over to Tim's
house. Mike asked a couple of questions, but when I didn't
give answers he backed off, knowing I would talk about it
when I was ready.