Danny Gets Stripped Naked!

Danny Gets Stripped Naked! 4

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Danny Gets Stripped Naked!
[Alpenhorn, 2018]

Glossary
crew - a gang of homeless kids banding together
Dickensian - refers to Charles Dickens, a 19th century author
ES - entertainment system
goolies - testicles
Interweb - successor to the Internet, in use in 2068
mymic - computer-generated character
PJ - pyjama, clothing for sleeping
SD - suspension of disbelief
starkers - totally naked
swimmers - clothing for swimming
VR - virtual reality
willy - penis
YB - Yellow Bill or Young Boys

Part 4

I belonged to an exclusive club here in Toronto. We had fine dining for members and their guests. We had a library of esoteric books. We invited guest speakers on topics of interest. We did civic and charitable projects. You probably know of several clubs like this.

Within the club, there were some subgroups who formed their own smaller organizations. Some of them were for fun. Some of them were secret.

One of the groups I belonged to was the YB Club, the Yellow Bill Club. It was both secret and fun. We had silly duck hats with eyes on the front and yellow visors. And we met in secret on Tuesday nights in one of the private rooms.

Only after we were in the meeting room and the doors were sealed, could we take off our hats and admit that YB really means Young Boys. Because today in 2068 here in Canada (as in most of the world) taking an interest in young children---boys or girls---was outside the pale. If my interest in that subject were known, I could be picked up by the police and never heard from again.

Currently the YB Club had five active members---four men and a woman---as well as our leader, the Professor. The dues for the YB Club were substantial, but we paid gladly. We could afford it.

Sometimes when the YB Club met, we sat around with our drugs of choice, and talked about boys. Our favorite subject. This was the only place we could safely talk about them.

But usually the Professor arranged a program for us. The center of the meeting room had a high-end ES built into the floor, much like the ESs we had in our homes. When we wore the headsets, we saw the realistic image in 3D in the space above the ES. We could watch sitting down, but often we were standing up so we could walk around the ES to view things from different angles.

The Professor would get ES recordings appropriate for the YB Club. It might be a movie (with boys in it, of course) that we could all have watched at home. But at the YB Club we could make comments for each other in ways we could not elsewhere.

The Professor would get ES recordings of boys’ sports. We especially liked ones with skimpy outfits. Wrestling. Swimming. Diving. Even though modern swimmers cover the boy from neck to knees, they are still tight-fitting, and prompt our racy comments.

What about porn? Not possible. Although porno ES recordings are available, underage porno is not. Not even if it is totally computer generated. Our Brave New World can police this more effectively than ever before in history.

We may have heard of the VR Sim for Kids program, but we didn’t care since we no longer had children living at home. That is, we didn’t care until the Professor told us more. It was not known to the public, but a VR Sim for Kids unit can be remotely queried, and would then record and send a VR session back. This capability was intended for police or medical purposes ... to catch someone with anti-social ideas before they became a danger to the tranquility of the State. But the Professor somehow could clandestinely do such queries himself.

So, sometimes, instead of conventional ES shows, the YB Club would watch recorded VR sessions. Boys acting out parts in their favorite movies, changing things to suit them. These were of course not as professional as the normal ES shows. But we would enjoy secretly watching boys in this way. When there was a particular boy we liked, the Professor would be able to query for later VR sessions by the same one. For example there was Daniel, a ten-year-old with olive skin, shaggy black hair, and piercing brown eyes.

A year after the VR Sim for Kids program started, the Professor went further. He somehow hid a “cheat code” on the Interweb where an enterprising hacker kid could find it. Then it was passed from kid to kid. Kids with the cheat code mostly used it to play shoot-em-up games intended for adults. And to practice their foul language. To spew anti-government slogans. To run classic movies from the past that were no longer considered suitable for children.

But occasionally the Professor found something better for us to watch.

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The Professor announced that today the YB Club would be privileged to view a new recording from a VR Sim for Kids session.

We put on our headsets. The ES came on. I recognized Daniel. Good: I liked Daniel.

I went through the options for my headset. In one option, I saw a kid running through the streets of London at night. Mostly computer simulated, but convincingly realistic. In a second option, I saw the actual Daniel in his VR cubicle, running on the floor as a treadmill, and podios holding him in place. In a third option, I saw only Daniel without the podios. A life-size 3-dimensional image, right there in the middle of the room.

There were also audio options. I could hear the simulated sounds of 19th century London at night, including the dialog of the mymics. Or I could hear the actual sounds: Daniel panting, his bare feet pounding the floor of the cubicle, and anything he might speak to the system. Or I could hear the comments from the other YB Club participants. For now I turned on London sounds and YB Club.

The VR started out great. It was cold. We could see Daniel’s breath condensing in the air. The cubicle floor was refrigerated, of course, so he also felt the cold with his bare feet.

The kid stopped running. Spun around. In the VR he was a street urchin ambushed by a rival crew.

Podios grabbed Daniel’s arms, and lifted him off the floor. They were stronger than real hands. But softer. Of course the system would not leave bruises behind after the session.

Podios poked Daniel’s ribs a couple of times. Not hard enough to leave a mark. But the SD (suspension of disbelief) made it seem worse to him. They slapped him in the face.

Podios gripped the kid’s boxers by the hems at the sides. They gently tugged until the boxers slid down Daniel’s legs. Daniel looked horrified when it happened, just like the character in the story. SD again, of course.

Harvey made an off-color comment, and the YB Club laughed.

Daniel’s shirt was lifted off over his head.

Daniel was starkers. He was on display for the voyeurs of YB Club (though he didn’t know it)! Held up by his arms. Struggling and kicking.

Millie walked around to view the naked boy from all sides. She provided a commentary for us. What she said could have got her arrested if repeated outside the room.

A podio tube blew frigid air along Daniel’s naked spine. Of course he shivered.

Some of us knelt down in front of the ES (just as the kids in the VR were kneeling in front of Daniel). We greedily took in the best view we had seen in a long time: Daniel’s small boy-sized willy.

‘Try this,’ the Professor said. ‘Switch your views back and forth to see the difference: the VR willy and the real willy.’

It was true. Mostly, the VR Daniel was unchanged from the real Daniel. But the kid had enhanced his willy. (Of course we all did it. Personally, I made myself slim and trim in VR. And younger. We did it because we knew others would be seeing us. Daniel didn’t know anyone would see him, so presumably he just did it for himself.)

The best part! We watched the kid’s willy rise up. I think some of us were panting almost as much as Daniel.

The mymics were talking (I wasn’t tuned in to it), and the kid’s willy got harder and harder. And redder. Daniel had a grimace on his face. He was looking down at his willy, which was so stiff it looked painful. A mymic reached out toward it.

Suddenly, the ES went blank. We all cried out in dismay.

The Professor explained: ‘The VR terminated itself. The erogenous touching restriction.’

Harvey was practically shouting: ‘Get the kid a cheat code for that!’

‘Can’t do it. It would be highly illegal.’

We argued loudly for while more. But the Professor did not yield.

Nevertheless (I thought to myself) even ending there, it had been by far the best session of YB Club.

‘For next week,’ the Professor announced, ‘I again have something nice. You remember Marvin?’

‘Yeah. The teenage boy who wants to be a performer.’

‘In VR he did stand-up comedy acts. Singing acts. Dancing.’

‘But they were all really bad.’

‘Right,’ the Professor continued. ‘Since he got the cheat code, he has converted one of the dancing VRs into a strip-tease act.’

‘Woah.’

‘He’s still not very good.’

‘Never mind that. We want to see it!’

‘I thought you would.’

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Later at home I had an idea. I would have to ask the Professor.

Would the cheat code do something for adult VR Sim units?

Of course adults can have naked mymics in their VRs. But not of underage characters. Would the cheat codes allow adults to get naked kids into their VRs? Of course it would be illegal. But it seems the VR software would do it anyway in a cheat-coded VR Sim for Kids. Maybe it will also work for us.

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