A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday

A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 2
by William Valentine
continuation of the original story and characters created by Daveboy, by permission

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit 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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Original Story and Characters by Daveboy
Continuation by William Valentine

This story is a sequel to the original 'A Change for the Worst' story by Daveboy. I hope you enjoy my attempt at continuing the saga of David and his near hopeless struggle to maintain some sense of dignity while living with the family from hell.

It is important that I get feedback from my readers, so please email me your comments and ideas on this growing story.

Please note that this story takes place in the 60's, there were very few child protection laws in those days. Children were routinely spanked with paddles, in public at school. I can personally verify that as a fact; being on the receiving end of corporal punishment in front of all your friends and classmates, while bent over and exposing your bum to the world is terribly humiliating for a child. Parents were free to discipline a child in almost anyway they desired. Laws started changing in the early 70's, but for the most part of the 60's a child could not count on turning to the authorities for help if he was being abused. The definition of abuse has changed radically since then.

This story was written for adult readers, so if you're a minor you must skip this. This story is fantasy, and in no way implies the author approves of the treatment of little David.

This chapter picks up where part 8 of Daveboys story leaves off. It takes place in the late afternoon just after David's birthday cake. David is forced to attend his birthday party naked so he can receive his birthday spankings from all the guests. He has already been spanked 14 times by over a dozen different people, some at home and some at other people's homes. He was forced to wear his humiliating loincloth and sandals with nothing else on, while outdoors. All other guests and family members at the party are fully clothed and always remain appropriately dressed while poor modest David is being punished by having to go completely naked. David is a shy, modest, and insightful boy, with lots of internal strength. He's not fully developed into a big boy yet 'down there' and being forced to endure the exposure of his little penis and balls is terribly humiliating for him.
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A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 2

I'm Still sitting completely naked between Mr. Pope and Mr. Davis, who's hands are still wandering over my body in a way that keeps my willy stiff and little shivers crawling up my spine. My mother brings the gifts over to the table and sits them down just in front of me. The first gift I noticed was a very large brightly colored package, it had a little silver nametag on it indicating it was from Dad. It's big enough to be my record player that I had hoped to be getting back. After shaking the box, trying to guess what's inside, I started unwrapping the gift while nervous and anxious at what my stepfather would give me for my birthday. As I unwrap the package a, picture of what it contains slowly reveals itself on the box. To my horror it turns out to be a toddler's potty-chair! Going beat red in the face, I looked over at dad quizzicality:

"But Dad, what am I going to use this for?"

"Well, remember the last enema you had and where you dumped it?"

How could I ever forget something that embarrassing? I had to run quickly, as in an emergency directly to the patio to empty my bowels because Timmy and Alice had the toilet tied up. Slowly a shocking terror builds up within me.

"Dad, surly you can't expect me to use this outside on the patio."

"You've been complaining about having a difficult time getting into the bathroom because Timmy and Alice are using it so much. So I thought it would be nice if you were to simply use the patio instead. You have a choice, either wait until the upstairs toilet is not being used then do your mess up there with the door open or use the potty outside, it's up to you. Just think of the advantages David, the smell won't be nearly as bad. Ha Ha" Mr. Wilson gives his stepson an evil grin.

I sit and ponder this new embarrassing instrument of my torment. What will the neighbors think? I'll look like a 3 y/o sitting on his little potty. I have a little hairless willy and the shame of it being seen makes me go all red. I notice Timmy and Alice giggling on the other side of the table and it makes me very angry and frustrated. When will all this end? I'm a teenager now, and have to use the toilet outside. I guess they think I'm just too dirty to use the real one upstairs. If I use the upstairs toilet with the door open, in the morning it's guaranteed somebody will walk in on me. If I use the outside one I have a chance of not being seen. Until I get my privacy privileges back I guess I'll have to use the potty outside.

"David let's see you try out your new potty chair, put it down on the patio and use it, everybody let's go out and watch David try out his new potty." Dad says chuckling under his breath.

"But Dad, I can't go with all these people watching me." Despite having been naked most of the day, I was very self- conscious, I felt so vulnerable and ashamed.

"Well if you don't go we will just have to give you another enema which will give you good reason to go."

Remembering the nightmare of that big enema bag with its long thick nozzle, I changed my mind and decided I'd better at least try. I took the potty-chair outside and placed it down on the patio in a place I'd figured was pretty well hidden. It sat next to a large potted plant, up close to the house, unfortunately it was well lit by the outside light. Sitting down on the toddler's potty-chair, I watched the guests come outside and stand in a circle all around me. Timmy and Andy were grinning ear to ear, as were my stepsisters and of course Dad. I pushed out and could actually feel a large turd moving it's way toward my little hole. I was blushing furiously with my loss of dignity and the humiliation. So there I sat, a 13 year-old boy, completely naked, a teenager, sitting on a toddler's potty trying to take a shit while being observed.

"Got anything in there son?" Dad asks, as if he was trying to make this a spectator sport.

"Ahh..maybe Dad." I blushed, self-consciously.

Mr. Pope said: "Well how cute, isn't he just an adorable little boy sitting there like that? He really doesn't look 13 at all, more like 10 or so with that pretty little willy dangling between his spread legs"

I pressed my thighs together so my privates were not on display.

"Timmy go get a wad of toilet paper out of the toilet for David to use when he's finished." Dad said.

Tears of hopelessness welling up in my eyes, I continued to push out and a rush of gas preceded the turd and made the most embarrassing noise I've ever experienced in my entire life. I was totally mortified. Thankfully I felt the waste drop to the bottom of the potty-chair and hoped there would be no more. There I sat, right next to a big flowerpot on the cement floor of the brightly-lit patio, noticing Alice and Timmy holding their nose. The smell wasn't the worst part though; it was the excruciating humiliation and embarrassment at having a bowel movement observed by my family and friends.

"I'm finished Dad, I hope everybody got a good look, are you satisfied?" I foolishly asked.

"That kind of insolence is going to get you a belting tonight." Dad said with a vicious look on his face while looking me right in the eyes.

Timmy came back and handed me the toilet paper, which I used to wipe thoroughly and stand back up off the stupid potty-chair. I started to go back inside to open my next gift when dad grabbed me by the arm and turned me back around.

"Forgetting something David? I think you need a anal inspection from your little sister before returning to sit down on our clean furniture again."
Dad never gives me a break from the constant humiliation at the hands of Alice and Timmy.

"Bend over David and spread your bum cheeks so Alice here can inspect you. Alice, you check his bum hole real good, push your finger right in there to see if he's clean." Dad said.

Turning around so that my bum faced Alice and the crowd around her, I blushed intensely as I humiliate myself once again by bending over, legs spread wide apart, grabbing my ankles, which exposed my pinkish-brown little bum hole. After a few seconds, I feel the probing finger of my little stepsister push right past my sphincter, and bury itself inside my rectum. Alice pulled it back out and pushed it in again, several times as the guests gawked. The feeling of her finger inside me took my breath away and all I could do was moan and squirm. I felt completely mortified at this penetration of my most secret place. The fingering made my willy go all-hard, and it stuck straight out furthering my shame; I noticed Mr. Pope staring at it.

Dad tells Alice: "Pull your finger out and make sure it's clean."

Alice removes her finger and examines it: "It's clean dad, now lick it David."

Once more I had to lick a finger clean that had been up my bum hole. I grimace while performing this distasteful task. The rank odor and musky taste of Alice's finger lingers in my mouth after it's removed. All through this humiliating procedure Timmy sat and stared smugly while my father and the other guests watched this intrusive disgusting display.

"Well gentlemen, let's return to the dining room and finish up David's party." Dad announces the end of this humiliation, but I know deep down inside that others await me. Now I've begun to realize these gifts are a trap, and dread opening the rest of them. I walk back into the dinning room still naked, and take my seat while watching the other guests returns to theirs. I felt thin bony fingers manipulating my little willy and balls after Mr. Pope had sat down beside me. This kept my willy stiff and gave Mr. Pope a little something to play with while adding insult to my already fragile self-esteem despite the fact it all took place under the table. The sound of the Beetle's music echoed through the lounge from the Tele.

Looking over the presents on the table I found one from Timmy and shook the box trying to guess what's inside. It was big and heavy. I tore the paper off the box and looked inside. To my horror there was a large wooden paddle with lots of holes drilled into it. Looking at the paddle, it was obviously home made. I looked at Timmy and saw the gleam in his eyes. Dad was smiling again, that made me uncomfortable to see them conspiring together. I laid the paddle down and opened a second small box from Timmy. It was just a box of big cotton swabs on a stick, and had a note inside that said: "For your hygiene, love Timmy." Confused I looked over at Timmy again, he said:

"That's to clean your little wee-wee hole out with, little boy. I'll show you how we'll use them when I give you your bath. I got them from your doctor, so they're extra large, they should do a through job of it."

Dad looked over proudly at Timmy, and said: "Good boy Tim, thinking about your little brother's health that way, I'm sure you'll get a lot of good use out of them."

I absolutely hated Timmy when he called attention to my small willy, and the reference to still being a little boy really burned me up. I mean this is my thirteenth birthday even if I do have to follow 8-year-olds orders.

"Dad I'm not his little brother! I'm 13 Timmy's only 8!" I shouted my complaint. Dad looks me in the eye, an expression of amusement on his face.

"You are until you learn to act your age." Dad reaffirmed.

Knowing that an argument would get me more beatings, I changed the subject quickly:

"Wonder what's in these blue boxes?" I found the nametag; they were from Mom, so I thought these would be safe to open.

Starting to tear the blue gift-wrap off one of the packages, I thanked my mother prematurely. Discovering a plain cardboard box with something inside, I gingerly opened the box. Eyes wide with fright, face again scarlet, to my horror I'd discovered even mum was in on the fun at my expense. There before me lay a box of nappies, a large bottle of baby oil, safety pins, and an outrageous baby pacifier that appeared to be shaped just like a penis. Suddenly I dropped the box on the table, sat down, and openly wept at my disgrace. I had good reason to feel sorry for myself. I mean I disobey Dad and hit Timmy but I've been good lately, at least I tried too; now on what should have been the happiest day of the year, I sit here crying. The guests started noticing the contents of the box and everybody at the table started laughing at me as I sat there, head lowered in shame. What did I do to deserve this? When will it all end?

"How could you Mum?" That was all I could manage to choke out. The look on her face was one of overbearing power and control.

My mother stopped laughing then and explained that I had been acting like a baby and would be treated like one until I could get my bedwetting habit and bowel movements under control. She had a beastly sneer on her face as she explained that I had no choice about the nappies.

"Come with me David, into the hallway by the table." My mother raised up and took the nappy boxes and walked over to the hall table, which was a small low table with a flower sitting in water on top. She cleared everything off the table and motioned me to get on the top. Stunned by what was going to happen I angrily snapped:

"I'll not do it, I'm not getting up there and I'm not wearing any bloody nappy."

"What did you say?" A rush of adrenaline shot through me veins as Dad said this. Bolting up the stairs, I ran as fast as my feet would carry me. Closely behind me were my dad, Timmy and Andy. I ran for my room upstairs and slammed the door in their face. Terrified, I knew I was in deep, deep trouble now. Hiding underneath the bed, I heard the door open and Dad angrily announce:

"David, you might as well come out of there and take your punishment like a man instead of a scared little boy. You'll bloody well do it, right now." Dad was seething with anger and proceeded to grab my ankle and pulled my leg out from underneath the bed. I had hold of one of the legs of the bed frame and held on for dear life.

"Timmy, Andy, grab his other ankle and pull." When Dad said this, I felt four little hands tightly grasp my other ankle and they all pulled me from underneath the bed, my fingernails leaving little scratches in the carpet as I was drug backwards. Once out, Dad pulls me up by my armpits and slams my body over the bed face down. I felt the first of 20 hand spanks hitting my bare bottom from the top of my thighs to the top of my crack turning the whole thing bright red. Timmy and Andy held my legs apart while Dad spanked my bum severely. Once again I felt deep shame at being spanked totally naked in front of Timmy and Andy. When the spanking was over I was quickly thrown face up and lifted to a standing position.

"Now, you come into the lounge with me." Dad drags me by the ear downstairs and into the lounge, I kicked and screamed the entire way, which only made the situation worse. Tears were running down my face as we passed the upstairs bathroom.

Dad picked me up by my waist laid me over the top of the big chair in the lounge. On my tummy, Dad spread my legs wide apart, then bent down and pushed my head down into the cushion on the other side of the chair. Timmy was sent to fetch the paddle he had given me for my birthday. I looked over at the old flowery sofa and noticed Alice sitting there. Her feet were bare; toes dug into the gray carpet. It smelled old in here, a sort of musky smell, like a dog that got wet. I blinked, looked around the dimly lit lounge over toward the dinning room, Mr. Pope was standing there. I noticed he had a big bulge in his pants, the doctor stood next to him, enjoying the scene, a wicked crooked smirk on his face.

When Timmy returned, I watched in horror as Dad popped the paddle loudly against the back of the chair. Feeling the paddle resting against my bottom, right on the crack in the middle, I tried to squeeze my bum cheeks together but found it impossible in this position with my legs spread so widely apart. Seconds slowly ticked by as I looked back down into the cushion at the bottom of the big red chair. My lily- white arse was sticking straight up in the air, higher than any other part of my body, cheeks wide open and anus fully exposed; I could feel cold air on it.

"SMACK!!" I heard the wood crack against my bum cheeks directly in the middle of my crack. A second later I felt it, a searing hot stripe of pain following the blow. I screamed out in agony and caught myself trying to jump up as a vivid crimson band rose on my swelling bottom.

"SMACK!!" Once more the paddle connected to my bum, this time lower and the sharp sting following the hit lit my little bottom on fire. I gasped out in agonizing pain again. There were blue black bruise marks where the edges of the paddle had bit into my tender white backside.

"SMACK!! SMACK!! SNAP!!" Three more quick one's ensued, all lower than the first two, one striking directly on my sensitive pink anus. I heard a loud scream issue from my mouth as I let out a sharp yell of pain. The tears started to flow, copiously. This was by far the worse spanking I ever had in my entire life. Dad ordered me to spread my legs out wider, forcing me to grab hold of the bottom of the red cushion to brace myself in place. For some strange reason my willy had gone hard and was rubbing against the rough fabric of the chair back.

"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" Three more fell up higher toward the top of my crack. Timmy told me the stripes left by these devastating hits quickly grew pink, then red, and finally dark red. The edges of the paddle produced welts with sharp ridges along the stripe. This area was extremely and excruciatingly painful. By now I was blubbering like a baby, and screaming out at the top of my lungs. My legs came together and for an instant I thought I was doomed, but I spread them wide apart once more, furiously holding onto the cushion in the bottom of the chair.

"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" "Bllooody Bollocks" I managed to squeak out, my throat raw and dry. These three were way down low, directly on top of one another in the crease created where thigh meets my bottom and they stung atrociously. The sting was especially severe over my anal area. Snot and tears run profusely down my face as I continued to blubber. My poor legs were aching from being held so far apart, while my fingers dug into the cushion once more. I held on for dear life, as I knew he would not count the strike if I raised up.

A few seconds pass, several agonizing moments later I wonder if it's over. Before I could move or even stop blubbering another SSSNNNAAAPPP!!!! Occurs with the paddle landing directly over my anus again, which was exposed, and red raw, the edges of the paddle biting right inside my crack. This was the hardest strike of the twelve and caused me to jerk upwards and kick my legs violently. "WWWAAAhhhhhh" I cried out in agony. The pain was so intense that I did not even notice I peed all over the chair. I couldn't help it; flashes of intense shame went through my mind as I realized everybody had seen me once again loose control of my bladder, this time in front of mixed company.

Still blubbering, snot running out my nose, tears down my cheeks, I felt the rough cloth covering of the chair I was draped over rubbing against my willy, a wet spot had formed there. Now the old smell was made much worse as the chair soaked up the pee. I carefully raised up and felt the carpet against my toes. The room was spooky quiet, nothing but my crying could be heard.

"You can get up now David, stand up and walk over to the corner and stand with hands on your head, and don't you dare touch your bottom or you'll get more." Dad sternly and viciously warns. "After your corner time of one hour, you will get the scrub brush and bucket from under the sink and scrub your own pee off that chair."

I try to rise completely up, but a blinding pain explodes from my balls. I realize that they got hit during the vicious spanking. While examining my balls I noticed, to my horror, that my willy had gone stiff and the little pink tip was visible outside my foreskin. Using my hands to raise myself up off my willy and balls, then still trembling I tried to gently lower my feet to the ground. Toes making contact with the gray carpet, I pushed off the chair back and tried to stand straight up. With my knees quaking, threatening to give way, and my entire body trembling I slowly creep over to the corner. Bravely holding my hands on head, nose against the wall, legs well spread and back arched to push out my bum for everyone to see; I stood there disgracefully on display. Mr. Pope and the doctor came over to feel my bottom, both making comments about how crimson my bum was and how flushed my face was. The doctor even opened my ass cheeks up and examined my hole and rubbing his finger over the hole he added insult to injury. Thirty minutes later my crying had subsided. An hour later my legs went numb and my feet hurt from standing in one place for so long. My bottom was still throbbing and burning. Timmy, Andy and Alice were sitting on the sofa, staring and snickering. After my corner time I gingerly walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboard to fetch the cleaning supplies. It took me nearly an hour to clean the chair to my mother's satisfaction. Dreading the nappy sure to follow, I put the cleaning supplies away. Dad mentions some new treatment options for bed-weters and boys who can't control themselves:

"I think the new T.E.N.S. treatment would be about right for you. We will ask about that on your next doctor visit, which is due shortly."

Once more my mother told me to go to the hall table and get on top. This time I obeyed and carefully lay down on my back on top of the small table, my feet hanging over the end of the table. Mum grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back over my head and spread them as wide as they would go. Timmy and Andy were asked to hold my ankles in place from behind my head, while Mum moved in between my wide spread legs. There I lay, a thirteen-year-old boy on full display, no secrets, and stark raving naked. Mum had a washcloth wet with soapy water and proceeded to wash my thighs and my bald, naked genitals. Cupping my little balls in her hand she squeezed and tugged at them making sure they were spotlessly clean. She then grabbed my little willy and pulled my foreskin right back exposing the pink mushroom tip. Carefully but thoroughly she washed it off. Normally, when soft my willy is only 1 1/2 inch long but I went hard, stiff as a little nail when my mum washed it. There it was, still not much bigger than Timmy's a little boys wiener. Timmy complained that no Ajax or scrubbing brush was being used on my little privates. Mum told him he could do that at my next bath, this one was just a quick once over. After she had my entire crotch cleaned off she wiped and washed my puckered red raw hole. Next came the powdering, Mum told Alice that she could rub in the powder on my little privates.

"Just like a little baby boy, Alice, this is your new little brother who you can play with when you change him."

Alice squealed with delight upon hearing this, I think she likes rubbing on my stiffy and balls. Alice sprinkles a generous amount of baby powder over my willy and ball-sack, and rubs it in with her little fingers, all over my crutch. Mum reminds Alice not to miss my bum hole. Alice lifts my bum up off the table and sprinkles baby powder up and down my crack then rubs in around and actually inside my butthole. I just laid there, tears of hopelessness welling up in my eyes. I blushed bright red and told Alice to stop: "Noooo...Leave me alone!!" I fumed. "Mum make her stop, please!"

"Hush crybaby, act like Mummies big boy now. Keep those legs spread David, and that bum off the table!" Mum complained.

The nappy was slipped underneath my upraised butt, it's corners neatly pulled up around my waist and crutch. Safety pins were given to Alice, causing an immediate rush of fear in me. Knowing that she was likely to stick me anywhere down there, I stammered: "Be careful! Alice don't hurt me!" She managed to pin one side of the nappy on me without sticking me, much to my relief. She tried to pin the other side together and stuck me in the hip, causing a sharp pain.

Under bizarre and mortifying circumstances, I am a nappyed and powdered thirteen-year-old baby boy. Once turned loose I jumped down off the table and stood there looking at my deeply humiliated self in the hallway mirror. Mum evidently thought I looked cute:

"Well, look at that. I haven't seen you in nappies for ages David, how sweet, just an adorable little baby boy."

I blushed even more, if that's possible. Timmy and Andy were standing there laughing, while Alice tried to push the pacifier in my mouth.

"Stop it. Nooo...get that thing away from me." I revoltingly fussed. I'm confused, why does this thing look like a willy?

"David, open up your mouth and suck on your pacifier like a good little boy." Mum sweetly states.

Feeling totally dominated by my mother, I grudgingly opened my mouth and put the pacifier inside, chewing on it with my teeth, trying to tear the darn thing apart.

"Look honey, how cute." Mum calls Dad's attention.

"I think we need to show the neighborhood our new little baby boy, he wets, he cries, he poops on the porch, he deserves to be shown to our neighbors just like he is now." Dad gloriously expounds on my accidents to the entire family. "Timmy go get your little red wagon. You and Andy here can show off our new baby boy to the neighbors."

"Right Dad. I'll bring it around to the front porch." Andy and Timmy went to the storage room to get the little red wagon they used to play with and wheeled it up to the front porch of their house. Dad opened the door and let the two boys bring the wagon just inside the door. It was just twilight out on a cool humid day. Once inside Dad ordered me to sit down in the wagon and stretch my legs out, feet over the front of the wagon, that darn nappy still made every movement clumsy and awkward. I could feel cool air over my privates every once in a while caused by the loose fitting nappy.

"David, take this pacifier and suck on it. Timmy you watch him, bring along a switch and beat him with it if he takes it out of his mouth." Dad gives Timmy the authority to whip me so I guess I've gota suck on the bloody pacifier. Apprehensively I put the pacifier in my mouth, which I noticed once more was shaped similar to a real penis.

Timmy tells Andy: "Go cut a switch off the tree in the front yard, get a good one, with lots of knots in it." Andy takes off excited to be looking for the weapon of my chastisement.

Dad explains his humiliating plan to Timmy and myself: "Take the wagon with David in it around the neighborhood, go completely around the block with it and let anybody out there examine our little baby boy here." I felt scared; not knowing what would happen to me if I were so humiliated by our neighbors.

Timmy gleefully responds: "Yes Dad, but how do I explain it to people? I mean it looks very strange!"

"Just tell them that until David learns to control his bedwetting habit and have bowl movements in the proper places he's going to be treated like the baby he is, tell them he can't even bathe himself properly."

I blushed even deeper red, if that was possible, when I realized what was going to happen. It was not quite dark out yet, and there would probably be kids out playing and cars driving by. Dad opens the door and I feel the wagon start rolling forward down the walkway toward the pavement by the street.

Outside it's too cool to be dressed this way, goosebumps breakout all over my body. My emotions are a confusing mixture of fear, shame, embarrassment and dread as the wagon reaches the pavement. Andy joins us with a long willowy switch in his hand, stripping off the leaves but leaving the little sharp bumps where they were attached to the branch. Riding roughly along toward the east end of our street, I noticed Timmy was moving very slowly. I nervously looked out for cars or neighbors and could hear sounds of a few kids playing in their yards as well as in the street. Andy noticed the pacifier was out of my mouth and strikes me on my left shoulder, wrapping the switch around my back to my other shoulder and leaving a bright red line where it struck me. "Ouch, bloody hell Andy that hurt!"

"Give him another Andy, for swearing."

"SSShhwap" Another stinging blow to my back, just below the first one. "AWW, bloody hell..Stop that Andy, bugger off! Timmy quit telling him to hit me!"

"Shutup and you better have that pacifier in your mouth when I turn around and look." Timmy threatens while Andy smirks, both looking at me sitting there with the bloody pacifier in my mouth. Feeling the sharp edges of the red wagon biting into my legs and hearing the squeaking sounds the wheels made, I sat there and pondered my fate.

"Look, up ahead, those two boys, it's John and JJ, the twins from the third form, better get ready here it comes David." Timmy observes two of my peers just ahead of us playing catch. They look about my age perhaps a little older, and they probably would have been my friends except for this nappy thing; both boys are blond, the taller one has long hair down to his shoulders, while the shorter boy has a bowl cut with a fringe. There not identical twins obviously, the taller twin has a straight nose while the shorter one has more of a button nose. Both are shirtless, exposing their sweaty smooth bodies. I guess you'd call them cute. They are standing in the garden in front of their house, which is painted a funny purple color. The air is rich with the aroma of freshly cut grass.

As we roll up to the two boys, Timmy stops and one of the twins say's: "Whatcha got in the wagon kid, a overgrown baby or what...it's a boy our age JJ, lookit, he's in nappies and sucking on a bloody pacifier Ha Ha!!"

JJ and John drop their ball and come over to the wagon. John continues: "Hey Timmy who's THAT?"

"It's my stepbrother, David, wearing his birthday present from his mum. He's 13 today."

"Thirteen?? What school is he going to be in?" The taller twin says.

"Same one you're going to. Third form." Replies an informative Timmy.

"David meet John and JJ, you're new classmates." Timmy said. The twins told me they were 14. Due to my birthday I will be in their form, amongst older boys. It turns out John is the taller boy and is the oldest, albeit by just an hour. Both boys walk over to the wagon where I sit nearly naked.

The dread strikes me nearly dead. Here I sit, 13 years old today, in a nappy with a pacifier in my mouth meeting for the first time a couple of school mates. My emotions turn toward mortification, face beet red, as I watch JJ take the switch from Andy. JJ starts poking around underneath my nappy in the front right up one of the leg holes. I grab the switch and push it away. Bad move! Timmy immediately comes up behind me and with Andy's help takes both my wrists and holds them behind my back, ups toward my neck.

"Let him play David, or else.." Timmy fusses.

Helplessly I watch and feel JJ poke around in my nappy seeking out my willy and balls, and partially exposing them through the leg hole of my left leg. Curiously JJ reaches down and takes two safety pins off my nappy, allowing the front piece to drop down between my legs, exposing my little pink hairless penis and balls. Suddenly I become very self- conscious and blush dark red.

"John, check this out, he ain't got no hair!" JJ exclaims.

"Look how small his wiener is!! Damn, he really is a baby." John exclaims to the world.

"Just you wait until the rest of our new class hears about THIS, David." John threatens with a wide grin on his mischievous face.

I don't know what it is, but being seen naked this way always causes me to be extremely embarrassed and shamed. I feel as though I can never look at that person in the face again. It is a personal thing, I guess I'm shy, and having small privates with no hair does not help any. Being seen this way even makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and for some strange reason my penis stands up as well. NO, NOT NOW, in front of my classmates!! I'm not enjoying being seen, I just can't help it, at times my penis seems to have a mind of it's own. Despite the fact I've been nearly or completely naked all day the thought of these two future classmates of mine telling the other boys what I've got, or haven't got to be more precise, between my legs scares me terribly bad. And now they know how small my little stiffy is! Blushing furiously and totally mortified now I press my thighs together and capture my privates between my legs.

"Oh, no, we're not having any of that...SWAT." JJ

applies the switch to the top of my thighs. "SWAT" Again my thighs are the targets, getting the message I slowly opened my legs and allowed the boys to examine my privates. John and JJ bend down for a close look.

"Not a single hair on him, he's still totally smooth! Man, I had hair at 12." John makes a most embarrassing observation.

"Check it out, see how tiny that stiffy is. Hey David, you a PERVERT or something, why's it gone hard?" JJ say's. I go scarlet in the face. I absolutely am NOT enjoying this, but the bloody thing just won't go down.

"And look at those cute little balls in that tight, pink, and wrinkled pouch of skin." John notices my reaction and teases me about the size of my balls, which are pulled up tightly around my willy.

"Check out the color of his dick and balls. They're still pink! Mine changed color to light brown two years ago. His is just like a little boy's, a baby boy at that!"

JJ really rubs it in. I had never noticed the color of another boy's privates, as a matter of fact I've only seen one, and that was when I was just a little kid. Incredibly it seems there is yet another thing to be shamed about. I really dread that first day in gym, I've heard all about the shower requirement. I've never even changed at a public swimming pool, and would be aghast at being seen naked by other people, especially strangers. Imagine being completely naked in front of your whole class at school!! Horrid, profoundly embarrassing, and here I am being examined by only two of my classmates, what's it going to be like with twenty boys looking at me? I'll never get used to it; I'm still embarrassed by Timmy looking at my nude body. Well, at least there aren't any GIRLS out here.

"Just adorable, how sweet, a cute little wee-wee." JJ helps John torment me. A couple of GIRLS ride by on their bicycles, they point and giggle at the naked red-faced boy sitting in the wagon. "Crap!" I said to myself, while my face blushed an even deeper hue.

"Look JJ, if you look closely you can see the little pee hole on the purple tip sticking out."

"Is sweet little baby boy wet? Let me check." JJ runs his fingers over my groin, ostensibly feeling for dampness, but it's more likely he's feeling me up.

JJ starts poking at my balls with the switch. "Wonder what a hit with this right here would feel like?"

"Do it JJ, rack him up."

"No!...Nooo..PLEASE don't do that!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Pull him backward Timmy, make him lean back so we can get a shot at his balls." Hearing this from John, I become absolutely terrified.

Timmy and Andy pull me backwards, forcing my hips to thrust forwards, totally exposing my groin as a target.

"I'll hold his knees apart JJ, take your best shot right in the nuts, mate." My legs are spread wide apart, fully exposing my nuts.

Feeling the tip of the switch brushing against my testicles, getting aligned up for a strike, I brace myself. My breathing speeds up, my heart is beating like a drum, and there is an adrenaline rush of fear coursing through my veins. I struggle against the hands holding my wrists behind my back, but in the position there in it's no use. JJ brings the switch back and slowly down again against my balls for a practice swing. He brings it back up, and down again with force this time.

SWAT!!

"Oww...that bloody HURTS please STOP, don't do that again, I can't take it. I bawl about the pain in my nuts.

A red welt rises on my scrotum, just over my left ball.

"One more JJ for good luck, get his right one this time." I can't believe how cruel a boy can be to another boy.

Deadly accurate, JJ takes aim and lines up against my right testicle. Pulling back toward his shoulder he brings the switch down with maximum force.

SWATT!! I couldn't say anything; the breath was knocked right out of me for a moment. Then: "Awwwww GASP! FFFFUUUCCCKKKK!!! That HURTS, STOP, please stop, I'm gonna puke from the pain." When the switch contacted my right ball, I felt a sick sensation in the pit of my stomach and my breath came in gasps. I couldn't believe how much that hurt; the pain caused me to double over and bring my knees up protectively but nothing seems to lessen the blinding flash of pain and the wave of nausea that overtook me. Timmy and Andy had let my arms go and I wanted to run but couldn't even stand up! After a few minutes pass, silently, the pain lessens somewhat leaving me with that sick feeling in my stomach again. I caught my breath and leaned back in the wagon, wanting to just lay there and die.

"Shit, that's awesome, bet that bloody hurt." John makes another real intelligent observation.

"Right-on dude, that one was a direct hit. It took careful aim to connect with those little balls." JJ swishes the stick in the air a few times pretending to play golf with my balls.

"Hey mates, check that red mark on his bollocks. It's so cool." John observes.

"Yeah, way cool" Timmy announces with a big smile on his face.

"Hooray, another victory, we got Hammer Hall's latest fag boy right where it counts!" John and JJ shake hands and giggle.

"Say David, why the hell you wearing a nappy anyway?" John asks. I just moan out loud, and roll on my side and hold my hands over my privates.

Timmy is prepared: "He pees his bed, craps on the patio, and has to be bathed with a scrub brush and Ajax, Dad say's as long as he acts like a little baby boy he'll be treated like one."

JJ and John laughed hysterically upon hearing this.

"And wearing a nappy, just wait until we tell the others about your little hairless willy and having to wear a nappy at thirteen, still wetting your bed and everything. This will be one great way to meet the other guys. They will all want to see this, maybe we will make you wear your nappy in the bogs and wee in them too!!" John thinks out loud of the possibilities for future torments and shaming.

Tears rolling down my face, my lips trembling almost ready to cry with shame, humiliation and dread over school starting in a few days, I openly beg the boys not to tell anyone and don't make me wear a nappy or mess with me in the bogs. I know they will do something when they catch me there, I just KNOW it.

"Just don't hit me anymore, it hurts, it hurts bad!!" I sniffed.

"Look at the little crybaby! Ha! Widdle baby boy needs his bottle and wants his mummy." JJ teased.

"Thing is, his mum is the one who put him in nappies." Timmy reminds the two 14 year olds.

"Give me those safety pins back, right now!" I fuss.

"Oh no, I don't think so. Baby might hurt himself with these, I better keep them, here Timmy you keep them, don't let him have them back." John argues.

"Let's have him bum side up Timmy, everybody grab a limb and flip him over. We should check the big baby and make sure he hasn't pooped his nappy." John continues with his diabolical ideas. In a way I fear this the most as I feel hands grab my wrists and ankles. Having my arse hole exposed to these teen boys from my future third form fills me with terror. I just know they are going for my most secret spot. Seeing the world flip upside down before my eyes I feel a wave of nausea as the fear of being whipped or probed by this kid's racks my mind with visions from hell. I swallowed hard. My heart started beating faster and my breathing became rapid. I could actually feel their eyes focused on my bare bum, and with John and JJ holding my ankles spread wide apart, I knew that they were studying my anus as well. I felt a finger probing around my hole and up my bum crack. I blushed so hard beads of sweat broke out on my face. What is it about being touched back there that makes one so embarrassed?

"Look at the writing on his back and bum...it's asking for a spanking for his birthday." JJ exclaims, noticing the painted words on my backside.

"He's already got his birthday spankings along with a BIG one from Dad just a short while ago! See the stripes on the cheeks!" Timmy explains my predicament causing me more embarrassment.

"He's been spanked, but I bet he hasn't been POKED yet." John threatens a finger fucking I won't soon forget.

"Open yourself up and let's see that arsehole!"

"Would 'ya lookit THAT!" John examines my brownish-pink puckered and hairless bum hole. Feeling even more mortified I realized how detailed his view of my most secret spot was. With my legs spread this way, and my bum pushed up in the air by John, I could feel the cool breeze over my tight pink anus. Looking around behind me I can see the twins standing right next to my little boy bubble butt. They were standing so close I could actually smell their boy musk or is it that of my tender exposed hole?

Feeling a pressure on my bum hole, then suddenly the piercing pain of penetration, I started crying out again: "Don't, stop it!! Take it out, it hurts! It hurts! PLEASE take it out!" I begged him to stop the penetration, but I KNEW he wouldn't. Slowly I felt the finger bury itself up my arse to the last knuckle. He had jammed his finger up me totally dry, causing great pain. John was really reaming me out when he said:

"It feels warm and silky smooth in there, sorta slimy as well." John distinctly observes. Feeling his finger twist around inside my body, I feel full of shame and am totally disgraced. John pulls his finger out and examines it for traces of waste; he smells his finger and shows a frown of disgust on his face. John plunger his finger back up my hole, producing a deep penetrating pain again.

Mortified, shamed, and terrorized by these two teenage boys, I just let go and stopped resisting the penetration. In and out it went, over and over producing a weird kind of feeling inside my body. I couldn't believe when it started feeling good. I thought to myself:

"That finger is actually INSIDE my body, rubbing against my most sacred places. I pictured the obscene sight John and the boys must be looking at, having a good close up view of my brown and pink anus, with the middle finger of John's right hand pushing inwards. I could see part of this depraved scene by looking back over my shoulder; I just wanted to die, to get it over with.

Then a sensation of pleasure overcame the violation making me feel guilty on top of all the other confusing feelings I was having. All the while this was happening out in the open, by a street with cars driving by. Adults would see one of my classmates fingering me, some of them probably my neighbors, some maybe kids, possible future girl friends even would see my shameful disgraceful act of submission. That's when it hit me, how in the world was I ever going to be able to acquire a girlfriend when this gets around school? Who would ever go out with such a shameless boy?

John withdrew his finger from my bum, causing a small pop as he withdrew it fast. I felt dirty inside, USED for a nasty disgusting act. Then I heard the words spoken by John: "Give me that switch." Now what? What was he going to do with the switch, stripe my butt? I should have been so lucky. Feeling the thick end of the rather sharp ragged stick poke me right in the arse hole, I winced in anticipation of the pain. It hurt badly; the sharp little ridges on the switch scraped the sides of my rectum as it went in. How far will he go; I wondered. I could feel the stick scratching me up deep inside and evidently some blood seeped out of my bum because John suddenly withdrew the stick.

"Yuck, blood and shit." John proclaims.

"What did you think would be in there?" JJ teases.

"Poop boy!" Andy creates a nickname for me.

Suddenly my limbs are free; I quickly stand up and express my outrage, until I realize I'm standing there right by the street, under a bright light totally naked cussing at the twins. Suddenly I become exceedingly self-conscious. Shamed again, I grab the only clothing I had, the damn nappy, and attempt to wrap it around my waist and up between my legs.

"Here, lick this stuff off." John wipes his finger across my face and lips. I could see and smell the sticky mixture on his finger.

"Noooo, don't make me do that, PLEASE." I begged, only to get another stripe from the switch, this time right on the sit spot, which was quickly followed by another setting my bum on fire.

"I said LICK it, poop boy!"

Pinching my nose closed with one hand, I tried to lick John's filthy finger, only to gag and choke on the residue. Taking another deep breath through my mouth, I licked and sucked the filthy finger clean.

"I think he likes us now!" John sneers as he makes this sarcastic remark.

"Get back in the wagon David, or I'm going to tell Dad, and put that pacifier back in your mouth."

"Shut up Timmy, put a cork in it." I know I'm taking a chance with this one.

"Just SUCK the bloody pacifier David, or else.." Timmy admonishes.

So I lay down on my back again with the nappy on while Andy pins it in place again. Lying there confused and dazed by what happened, I hear John announce:

"See 'ya mates, nice to meet 'ya David" John and JJ walk off and pick up their ball once more. Timmy starts moving the wagon down the pavement again. I sit there feeling sore and confused. Up the street we went, with every house we passed, I got goosebumps wondering who may be looking out the window and hoping nobody came out the front door. Moving slowly Timmy hoped somebody would be outside of the houses we passed by. Having the chance to review in my mind the preceding events with my future classmates, events that were so terribly shameful and perverted. Knowing all my secret parts were fully exposed to their view and torment, shivers went up my spine and I trembled with fear and dread of that first day in my new school.

We passed a couple of houses without being seen, then Timmy say's: "Check it out Andy, up ahead!" Now what? I think to myself. Leaning to my left side I try to see around Timmy and Andy. There is an old matronly woman sweeping the pavement. We roll up along side of her, and Timmy introduces everybody. The old woman coos and praises me on how cute and handsome I look. I'm getting very tired of people saying how cute I look.

Starting to recall events of the past the old woman reminds me somehow of my real father. He used to sit me on his lap, and we would listen to music played on my record player together. Frequently he would mention the fact that I was a handsome boy. I had long hair, almost down to my shoulders when I was 11, before my stepdad had it all cut off, along with a small upturned nose, full red lips, narrow chin and high cheekbones. I was always a bit small for my age, and slender. So I guessed that was what qualified me as being 'cute'. Not minding this the word cute when it came from young girl's I was interested in, it did bother me when it came from other boys or old men.

Memories of how modest I was, I would always wear underpants under my pajamas and a vest under the pajama top, not wanting any part of my body exposed, even to my parents. I can still feel the warmth of my father's hand on my forehead as he brushed my hair aside and kissed me good night. Sleeping snugly in my own private bedroom, which I miss very much, was paradise compared to my situation now. Due to my excessive modesty I would always use the toilet stalls in the bogs instead of urinal troughs. Nobody has seen my willy since I was 6 years old, not even my classmates in the bogs. I had a warm comfortable soothing environment in those days; it all seems so long ago.

I fondly remember my father taking me to the City Park to fly a kite together. My father helped me construct the kites and make the tail out of bits of cloth, and we would make a show of it while launching a new one for the first time. The biggest kite we flew was a giant double box kite, big enough for me to lie down inside. It flew so high you could just barely make it out in the blue-sky overhead.

I had lots of friends in those days, just a short time ago, before my father was killed in the accident. I remember having my first girl friend at ten years old, well I thought of her as my girlfriend. Her name was Bonnie; we would go find a shady tree by ourselves in the park. She even kissed me once! If I had known then that I would be completely naked in front of my 8 year-old stepsister I would have just died! There is just no way too properly put into words the shame I would feel under the circumstances. Even worse, being seen naked by my own mother at age 13 would humiliate me beyond belief.

The sound of a car horn brought me back from my reverie. Then it all hit me in the gut again, I had to think about how I was going to survive this terrible place just one minute at a time. That's all my mind can take as I tried desperately to not think of the CONSEQUENCES of what I was being made to do. At least my memories of my father brought back a shred of dignity to my current situation, even despite the bloody nappy and pacifier.

I brought up my knees and clasp my hands around them in a show of modesty, preventing the old woman from seeing much of the nappy I was wearing. Apparently she had been talking about her own grandkids while I had tuned her out, thinking about my own father. We all became bored with the old woman's chat and Timmy started us rolling along again, saying goodbye to the woman, crossing over to the other side of the street and heading back toward home. I could hear music and boisterous laughter from one house we approached. Apparently there was a party going on, people were spilling out the door onto the front lawn, these were older senior boys with a drink in their hand, and the other hand wrapped around a girlfriend.

"Hold up there! What the hell? Hey guy's check this out!" I was spotted, and immediately dropped the pacifier out of my mouth. Timmy rolled the wagon up the path to the porch while a crowd of boys and girls surrounded us.

"What's this, somebody loose a fag?" One of the older boys speculating on whether I might be a senior boy's fag.

"Just some more scum!" Other boys join in the teasing.

"What school are you going to kid?"

"Hamer Hall, I guess." Screwing up my face, I told the older boy my new school's name.

"What's with the nappy?" Somebody asks.

Timmy speaks up: "He wets himself in bed, he shits on the patio, he doesn't know how to properly wash himself, and because of all this he gets treated like a little baby."

"I don't do all that stuff." I denied the accidents and the personal hygiene attacks from Timmy.

"That was an accident! I had an en..Enema the other night, and I do so know how to bath myself." I stubbornly reply.

"Bloody hell, stand up kid, get outa that wagon, let's have a look at 'ya"

One of the girls joining in the fun: "Aw..How cute, he makes a beautiful little baby boy..Oops he dropped his pacifier."

"What's your name kid?" A boy asks Timmy.

Timmy introduces himself, Andy and me. Somebody suggests we come inside and show ourselves to all the guests there. Dressed in only the nappy, I felt very self-conscious and vulnerable. I got up out of the wagon and walked with Timmy and Andy inside the house. I kept feeling hands on my body, especially my bum, and fingers poking my ribs, which makes me giggle. Some of the girls run their fingers through my hair, and some even kissed me on the cheek. Inside there are many senior boys and their girlfriends gathered around a dinning room table. There is the loud sound of rock music being played on a record player, the drums vibrating the walls of the small living room area. The lighting was dim but adequate to see faces clearly. There was the smell of alcohol in the thick air. A few boys are dancing with girls, swaying around in beat to the music. The lights were dim, everywhere except the dinning room, and overhead lights lighted up the table. Everybody seemed to have some kind of drink in his or her hand. Timmy, Andy and myself walked through the crowd and were led over to the dinning room. Somebody grabs me around the waist, lifts me up, and stands me on top of the table.

"This is David everybody, isn't he pretty? As cute a baby as he is, he's gota be destined to become somebody's fag. He's going to our school next week. A boy named Scott was the one picking me up and making the announcement, which draws everybody's, attention to my plight. I turn red with embarrassment as they all laugh and tug at my nappy.

"Look at the big baby boy Elizabeth." A girl named Cindy points me out to her little sister.

Cindy inserts a curious finger through the leg hole of my nappy, right up against my crutch. "I think he's wet! This would be a great time to show Elizabeth how to change a nappy. Elizabeth focuses her attention on me, standing high up above her.

"Elizabeth, have you ever seen a boy naked before?" I blush with this question, in anticipation of what maybe about to happen.

"No Cindy, not a big boy like that, can I change his nappy?" Elizabeth shows obvious enthusiasm over finding an excuse to remove my nappy and totally expose myself to all eyes.

Cindy doesn't even answer the question; she just reaches for the safety pins holding my nappy in place. I try to bat her hand away but get slapped on the face for my trouble.

"Hold on Cindy, make HIM take the nappy off, make David do it!" Someone from the audience suggested.

"David, you better corporate or I'll tell Dad." Timmy threatens, with obvious merriment imprinted on his face.

"Let's have the bloody nappy off then!!" Feeling trapped like a caged animal on display at the zoo, I slowly remove one of the pins holding my nappy on, then the other one as well. I feel horribly mortified as the nappy slowly peels off my body. Slowly my private parts become public property. Everybody had curious grins on their faces. I became very self-conscious and humiliated beyond belief. Feeling cool air flow over my willy, I cover myself with my hands.

"Bad baby, touching your nasty little privates, that won't do at all." Cindy chirps and slaps my hands away from my hairless groin. Feeling my balls trying to retract totally into my body, I cringe in horror when I look at all these seniors looking intently at my stuff. I feel all eyes on my little pink willy and wrinkled ball sack.

"That's ALL you've got? I can't believe you'd be proud of THAT little thing." Someone observing said from the living room.

"You have to use THAT little pee-pee??" Another voice, this time a girl shames me into insignificance.

I feel the air getting thick with tension, and a warm soft hand cupping my willy and balls, holding them up for inspection. It's Cindy; she has my privates in the palm of her hand. I feel her fingers curl around my balls and begin to squeeze. Tenderly at first, then firmly. I feel a sharp pain in my groin as the fingers squeeze HARD, doubling me over in pain. I screamed out a shrill signal of torment and anguish, loosing my breath in the process. Trying to get my breath back, I hear the laughter from the crowd. I can feel Cindy release her grip on my balls and take my willy in her fingers, skinning it right back to fully expose the little mushroom head. She pinches the head and attempts to look into the pee hole. Swallowing hard I felt blood rush to my head causing me to blush crimson.

"Make him molest himself! Make him show us everything and wank for us!" A cry from the audience indicates they are getting worked up over this.

"David, show everybody your willy and explain how it works and what you like to do with it in your own words, NOW." Cindy orders. I feel confused, then a sharp sting on my bum and look around to see a senior boy standing there ready to slap my arse again if I don't follow through.

I take my willy between my thumb and forefinger of my right hand, hole it up for everybody to see, noting Elizabeth eagerly looking up at me. Trying to think of what to say, what they want to hear I start to stutter in fright:

"Th...Th..This is my willy." I point to it with my left hand: "And these..are my balls...see they're two of them." I squeeze my nuts and pull them away from my body to show them to Elizabeth. The room roars with laughter.

"I can't see a thing, make it hard so the tiny thing stands out." Suggests a member of my audience.

"That's not a willy, it's your PENIS silly boy." Clarifies Elizabeth. I guess she's been reading up on this stuff.

"What do you like to do with it." Someone questions.

"I wee with it, that's all." I lie, hoping and praying they believe such a statement from a 13 year-old.

"Yeah right, what else do you like to do with the LITTLE thing Davie boy?" A senior boy pushes the question.

"I...I..Like to play with it...a little...sometimes." It becomes hard to express myself about my most secret topic. Nobody knows about this, not my parents, friends, nobody.

"Go on stupid boy, tell us all about it, and show us the rest of the little thing." A girl from the audience pushes my limits.

"I...I play with it in bed at night, or in the shower. Just every once in a while, honest." I stubbornly declare lying once again.

"I..do it like this, sorta" Retracting my foreskin I exposed the bluish pink moist head. Then on the up stroke, push the foreskin over the mushroom shaped head, completely covering it again. I repeated this sequence several times. To my horror my body responds, and I feel my willy start to harden up. Now it is sticking right out, parallel to the floor.

"Oh how cute, I see it now." A girl's voice adds to my humiliation.

"David, tell Elizabeth the names and structures of your penis, she is curious how they work." Cindy pushes further.

"Well, this part is my foreskin, it covers the head." Retracting my foreskin all the way, I further add: "This part..right here is the head of my willy, see Elizabeth, it has a little hole where the pee comes out." I point to the piss slit and pinch my now purple head to spread the little lips apart so she can see inside.

"Very good David, but the head is really called the glans and the pee hole is called your urethra, pull your foreskin all the way back, that's right, now you can see the red or purple rim of the glans. See that Elizabeth? It's right here.." I'm astonished and humiliated horribly at this detailed description. My face is scarlet now, as Elizabeth stands on tiptoes to get a better view. I start to shake and stuttered out:

"Ah..You see Elizabeth my wee comes out of this hole, and this part..." I push my foreskin back over the head: "This part right here is the shaft, I know it looks sorta short, but it's still longer than Timmy's."

I feel the sharp sting of Timmy's switch impacting on the back of my thighs. "Is NOT." Timmy frowns and angrily responds to my allegations.

Elizabeth pulls her sister's shoulders down, to whisper something in Cindy's ear. "David, you need to show us how long you can play with your private part, do it some more, longer this time." Cindy demands I perform the demeaning act once more.

I start to masturbate again. Looking out over the audience I notice all eyes are on my willy, which has become quite stiff by now, pointing straight up toward my belly button. Masturbating faster, I can feel the pleasure building up, a pressure coming from my balls and up to my willy. I wrap my fist completely around my willy, and notice my fist is larger then my erect willy. I furiously jerk it up and down, feeling exceedingly mortified at this point. My face blushing even deeper hues, the head of my willy swelling up and very angry looking. The ridge at the back of the mushroom shaped head is very pronounced now.

"Ah...I...geez...shit it's.." Starting to tremble and shake, I feel my knees begin to quake. When the pressure and pleasure build to a level that causes me to loose focus in my eyes, I stand up on tip toes...and something happened in my balls, I feel something begin to happen to my swollen willy. Just at this time, when I nearly lost my balance, something shoots out the tip of my willy, then I see stars and fireworks in my mind, the audience completely disappears for a few moments as several drops of some kind of juice squirts out my mushroom head. Trying to catch my breath, I stop stroking my willy, and look down in horror at the messy glistening slime on the tip of it, and strings of it hanging down nearly to my knees.

"Yeah, way to go kid, got off did 'ya?" I can hear the hecklers and see the audience once more. A round of applause and cheers rings through the air. I feel confused, very embarrassed, and now guilty too. I have no idea what the stuff was that came out of my willy. I have had a dry cum before, at least that's what my friend told me they were, but I've never seen this wet stuff. What's wrong with my willy? Did I accidentally hurt it?

"Oh..Oh my GOD, what's this stuff...where did it come from..did I break it??" My eyes were as wide as saucers. Gradually I got my breath back and my knees stopped shaking, but my head was still in the clouds.

"Ewww, GROSS!" The girls exclaimed their outrage. "Icky, that stuff is disgusting!"

"Hey, that's not a very polite thing to do." Commented one of the senior boys.

"That stuff is slimy, and it smells funny as well." Elizabeth observes.

Cindy reaches over and swipes her finger over a bit of the slimy stuff, then wipes her finger over my lips. Licking my lips and finding the taste horribly gross, I gagged. Quickly I picked up the diaper and wiped the stuff off my foreskin, where it was still dripping down to the tabletop.

"David, don't you know what that stuff is?" Cindy asked. "Elizabeth you pay attention to this too."

I was bent over, wiping the goo off the tabletop when Cindy asked me the question. I looked at her smiling face with apprehension. "No, what IS that nasty stuff?"

"OK, you two listen up, and I'll explain." Cindy gave Elizabeth and me an explanation of what semen is and what cuming is all about. The guests, thinking the entertainment is over start to gather in the living room.

"OK David, get down here and stand in front of Elizabeth, so she can examine you." I KNEW it, it wasn't over, she was going to find more humiliating way's to embarrass me. Shocked and dazed, I got down off the table and stood a couple of feet from Elizabeth, the top of her head coming up to shoulder height on me.

"Now David, I want you to lay down on your back on the carpet and bring your knees up, spreading your leg's apart as well." The BITCH, she's out to break my balls. I do as she says anyway, rather than get the stick from Timmy, who was greatly enjoying the show. Lying on my back, knees up to my chest, and leg's spread out wide apart, I hear Cindy direct Elizabeth to kneel right between my feet. The little girl's face was mere inches away from my privates.

"David, reach back with your hands and open yourself up so Elizabeth can see your pretty pink hole."

Reaching down to my bum, I had to spread my cheeks apart. My face is on fire; I can actually feel my blush and shame. The purple-brown rosette of my anus is puckered from the cool room air. Elizabeth stares at my hole then without even being told, she instinctively reaches out and grabs my limp penis, squeezing it firmly, and pulling on it gently. Praying it won't get hard again, I look down my body toward Elizabeth's face, and see a glint of compassion in her expression; our eyes meet, I can see my terrified face reflected in her eyes. Elizabeth lets go of my privates, stands up and asks Cindy: "I think David needs his diaper back, can I help him put it back on?"

"Ah, sure I guess, don't you want to play with him a bit, Elizabeth?"

"No, he's going to cry; this must be hurting him, we should stop. Let's help him Cindy, he looks like a scared little boy down there on the floor."

"Perhaps you're right Elizabeth, the poor boy looks like he's been through quite a lot of kidding and horsing around today."

Cindy pushed my knees down so that my feet are flat on the floor and hands my diaper to Elizabeth. I'm amazed at this twist of events, and was totally surprised the little girl would feel sorry for me, after all nobody else did. My mind boggles as I realize there are a few people around that might actually care for me. Maybe someday someone will actually love me, like my real father did. While I was thinking about this turn of events, the diaper was slid under my bum, which I had to hold up off the floor, folded around me and pinned back in place. I looked up; a twinge of fear traversed my spine when I saw Timmy and Andy looking down at me. Then a hand was offered; Cindy helped me stand back up on shaking legs. Timmy still had the switch, and was making little teasing practice swings at the back of my legs, when I rip the switch out of Timmy's hand.

"Give it back!!" Shouts Timmy.

"No way, you're not going to smack me with it again." I assert.

"It's mine, you give me that back NOW, or else." Timmy threatens, a nefarious smirk on his face, teeth showing.

"Else what?"

"Or I'll..I'll tell!!"

"Tell your daddy that you like playing with my willy?"

"I didn't play with it, Cindy and YOU did."

"Did so"

"Did NOT"

Timmy twists my wrist, trying to get the switch back, but I'm much stronger. Finally Timmy plays his trump card:

"Give it back or I'll scrub your bloody cock off with that brush we got; give it back!"

I finally released my grip, and allow Timmy to seize the switch. I sit back in despair, knowing full well what this disobedience could lead to, when Cindy grabs the switch, rips it out of Timmy's grip and breaks it, leaving the pieces on the dinning room table. I watched with an expression of amazement on my face, and a feeling of confusion running through my mind.

"YOU, don't hit him again, or I'll bust your arse good and proper." Cindy has a look of anger on her face, furrowing her brow and narrowing her eyes. She looks at Andy, waiting for his response to this interesting turn of events. I'm silently thinking: "Bloody right, about time somebody put him in his place." Cindy takes my hand in hers; I can feel her soft warm fingers gently curling around my palm.

"I'm taking you home David, where do you live?"

"NO! You can't!! I'm in charge of him, nobody tells him what to do but me." Timmy resolutely shouts his frustration, a look of determination and a bit of anger on his face, lips a thin line.

"Shut the crap up, you little monster, or I'll bloody well box your ear's." Cindy threatens.

"Who put you in charge anyway?"

"My dad did! If you don't let him go I'll tell my dad on you." Timmy is beginning to see that he's fighting a loosing battle here with this senior teen girl.

"That's EXACTLY where I'm taking him right now. YOU, what's your name?"

"Andy" Timidly Andy responds, he had hoped he was going to stay out of this.

"Are you with these two?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well come along then. David, what are those red marks all over your rear and what's that writing on your back supposed to say?"

"That's from all his birthday spankings, the writing say's to spank him 14 times." Timmy informs Cindy of my earlier predicament.

"I didn't ask YOU, I asked David, so you shut the hell up and stop talking for him."

"David?"

"Well, those red marks are from that switch Timmy has been carrying around. The writing my dad put there, telling everybody I met today to spank me on the bare." I put the blame where it belongs. By this time we're outside, Timmy and Andy grab the wagon, and I walk alongside Cindy back toward our house.

Cindy was a tall girl, and I bet a strong one too. I would never have thought she was going to be nice to me, but I guess the comments Elizabeth made helped. The little girl was following along behind the wagon, which was behind Cindy and myself. Firmly holding her hand, I led the way, and felt something I had not felt in a very long time, secure, warm, and serene. Together we walked up the pavement to the front gate of our house. Timmy started running for the front door, disappearing inside and slamming the door in our face. I opened it, and invited Cindy inside. Andy told us he had to go home, it was getting late. I was walking Cindy over to the couch when Dad came into the room with Timmy right behind him.

"John Wilson" Dad held his hand out to Cindy, and introduced himself.

"Dad, this is Cindy, a friend of mine who lives down the street." I quickly introduce Cindy, she shakes his hand.

"A FRIEND, well, well, David what have you done?" As if it was my fault I actually had a FRIEND.

"Ahh, well we were having a little party amongst the senior boys and girls from our school when David and Timmy sorta showed up at the door."

"I certainly hope David behaved himself. He is a little spoilt and acts very childish at times. He also wets his pants, thus the diaper."

I go all red again. Why for cripes sake does he have to tell EVERYBODY I had a few accidents. I sure feel like I'm back home all right. Been in the door a full five minutes and already humiliated. Calming down somewhat I realize Cindy probably already heard Timmy's allegations of my bed- wetting problem.

"He behaved just fine Mr. Wilson. The other boy, Timmy there, was beating David with a switch he carried."

"Yes, well he had my permission to administer corporal punishment if David got out of line. Seems to be the only thing the boy responds to."

"You mean Timmy IS really in charge of David?" Cindy states; her brow deeply furrowed in astonishment.

"Yes he is much more mature than David; Ahem, I would ask you to stay a bit but we've got to give the kids their bath. It's been a busy day, I'm sure you'll understand."

"Oh sure, I just wanted to make sure the two boys got home safely."

Cindy leans down towards me, and whispers in my ear: "Looks like you're in a mess, take care of yourself and if you need anything, just let me know."

I look up at her and smile in wonderment; she leans down again and kisses me on the cheek. This big teenager actually cares about me. Wow! My stepdad escorts Cindy and Elizabeth to the front door. Elizabeth squeezes my hand and say's goodnight. I feel trapped like a rat caught by a cat when the tomb like door closes behind them, sealing my fate once more.

"Off to the bath David, Timmy you scrub him down good, and use those cotton swabs to clean out his little dick. Be sure to use that scrub brush liberally over his nuts and in his bum crack.

"Yes Dad, I'll scrub him clean, let me grab the swabs off the table and I'll take him right on up." Timmy is really getting into this.

"Ah..Well I can bath myself now Dad, I'm a big boy now." I try to explain.

"You just do as your told and stop complaining." Dad angrily frowns.

All the guests had left, and the dinning room table was still littered with bits of cake and wrapping paper. Some of my presents remained unopened. I dread the bath; Timmy is bound to try to get even and that scrub brush with Ajax HURTS. Timmy bounces back over to where I'm standing in the living room, grabs my arm and drags me upstairs toward the bathroom, down the hall and through the bathroom door; while holding a box of large cotton swabs on a stick. Leaving the door open, Timmy removes my diaper.

"Now you're gonna get it!! You've done yourself right up mate." Timmy threatens an evil grin on his face. For a little 8 year-old he sure is mean and domineering. I guess he's been waiting on a victim like myself for a long time now.

I just stand there, fully exposed to him once more. Not knowing why, I feel suddenly self-conscious and very afraid. I used to be proud of my body, but now I'm oh so ashamed of it. I still feel confused over that liquid stuff shooting out of my willy when I played with it. I asked Timmy had he ever seen anything like that before:

"No, but I sure can't wait to tell Dad about it. But first I want to see it again, maybe later on tonight. Timmy turns on the cold water to fill the bathtub, then stands me over in front of the toilet, and pushes on my shoulders forcing me to sit down. I felt so vulnerable and confused.

Timmy is standing between my feet, facing me while I sit on the toilet. There is the smell of bleach in here.

"Now go, what ever you have to do just get it over with so the bath can start." I pee sitting down like a little girl; eyes squeezed shut, while Timmy watches the urine flowing right out of my willy. After the pee flow stopped, Timmy takes my willy in his fingers and shakes the last drops off. He always did have a knack for doing the most embarrassing things to me. It's the small stuff like watching me pee that really rubs it in, causing me to both hate him and feel sorry for him. He and his family are so sick it's beyond belief that all this stuff happens to me. I open my eyes and the reality of what's about to occur suddenly becomes clear to me.

"Finished?" I nod. "In the tub then" Having already felt the chill of the night air on my nearly bare body I dread getting into the ice cold water. Slowly, one foot at a time, I stand in the tub and feel Timmy's hands on my shoulders again, pushing me down into the icy water. It's bad, but the worse pain from the cold happens when my willy, balls and bum hit the surface of the water. Shivering, goosebumps all over my body and teeth chattering, I sit fully down into the arctic water.

"Your head now, I want everything underwater to get you thoroughly wet." Timmy orders me to douse my head in the cold water, while he prepares the scrub brush by sprinkling Ajax all over it. "Now stand up so I can start scrubbing on you" Standing up, I felt the gritty caustic scouring cleaner grind into my tender skin with the harsh scrubbing brush. All over my chest, tummy and back he ground away at me. When he reached my butt, he scrubbed my cheeks then told me to bend over and spread my cheeks. Fully exposing myself, I begin to feel the terrible grinding and stiff brushing up and down my crack. Timmy sprinkles on extra Ajax just before he starts working on my tender exposed hole. Over and over, up and down over the hole he scours it clean, turning my poor bum hole into red, raw, meat.

"Now for the BEST part. Stand up David, spread your legs a bit, that's a good little boy, now take your little willy in your hand and skin it back, show me the head, that's it, all the way back as far as it will go."

Timmy has been granted absolute authority over me and I have to do exactly as I'm told or risk a beating from Dad. Standing there facing Timmy who is standing beside the tub and appears to be enjoying himself; I cringe at the thought of what he is about to do. Feeling the fine Ajax powder sprinkled directly onto the head of my penis, I take in a deep breath and hold it. Next thing I feel is excruciating pain, a raw scraping feeling of the stiff brush combined with the scouring power of the Ajax quickly makes the sensitive head of my willy red and raw. I take another breath, and swallow hard. Timmy then scrubs the bottom side of the mushroom shaped head, and all around the sides, taking extra care over the pee hole.

"Well now, that's much better, look how it shines David, the color is brilliant. Now take your hand off it, while I scrub the shaft and foreskin. Erroneously thinking the worse part was over, I breathed freely again. Fortunately only a harsh burning pain remains on the mushroom head. I hear the sounds of rushing water as my feet move in attempt to wiggle out of the pain. The smell of chlorine or bleach fills the air as my little willy stings and throbs.

"Now lift up your little willy Davie, let Tim scrub your little balls clean...That's it, all the way up, good little boy Davie, that's a good boy." I hated him for this condescending baby talk, but having to just stand there, my willy pulled up toward my belly while Timmy uses the scrub brush on my balls was so humiliating. I felt shame and went red again. Timmy then instructs me to rinse my stuff, so down I go into the icy water once more. Not staying there one second longer than I have to, I stood up and watch Timmy extract a cotton swab.

"Your doctor told me this cleansing will help you with your bed wetting problem. When I'm finished scrubbing INSIDE the pee hole, it will burn everytime you pee, so if you pee in bed the burning pain should wake you up."

"Nooo..Timmy don't do it!! I can't take anymore, PLEASE don't put that thing inside my willy."

Timmy roughly grabs my willy, pulls the foreskin back and pinches the head, opening up the pink lips of the hole. He has the cotton swab all prepared with Ajax poured on the wet cotton. I'm standing up in the bath, facing Timmy, completely naked, fists clenched tightly while Timmy holds my willy in one hand with the foreskin fully retracted; in the other hand he brings the Ajax coated cotton swab toward my pee-hole, a glint in his eye and a evil smile on his face. Contact! I feel a sharp jabbing pain, like a needle prick, it radiates from the mushroom head of my willy all though my groin. I scream, loudly, and as Timmy jabs even more of the cotton sticks deeper into my willy, I scream again. Once all the way inside, buried deep into my penis, Timmy starts pulling it out and pushing it back in again. This action feels like he's sawing his way out of my penis from the inside. Timmy makes several passes at it, eliciting a scream of pain on each and every one. He then pulls the thing right out, and rinses it off in the cold water, only to jab it back in again to clean out the remaining Ajax along with a little blood.

"Actually your doctor said to just use soapy water or alcohol on the swabs, it was MY idea to use the Ajax, think I'll use the alcohol tomorrow to see what that feels like. How do you feel now, little boy?"

I gasp, try to catch my breath. "I'll get you for this Timmy, just you wait!"

"Try it, just go ahead and try it. You'll see what Dad will do to you."

Timmy returns to the scrub brush and cleans my legs and feet. Timmy is happy doing what he's doing, embarrassing me and humiliating me to complete mortification and causing great suffering by inflicting pain upon my entire body. My body looks as if it was sunburned. Finally he pronounces me clean, and lets me get out of the tub to dry off.

"Dad said you can sleep on the floor in our bedroom until your new bed arrives tomorrow. He is buying it for you, but you'll have to pay him back, somehow, but for tonight you sleep on the floor."

We were put to bed. A plastic mat covered with newspapers was placed on the floor where I would sleep. Given a sheet to lay on and a duvet to cover with, along with my pillow, I made my own bed. When the lights were out, I thought of Cindy and about the strange sticky stuff shooting out of my willy, she had even seen it. Wondering where all this is taking me. Where and when will it all end? I could feel my willy go hard when I thought of the kiss that Cindy gave me. Wanting to play with it, but fearing Timmy watching me, I tried to sleep with a hard-on. Thoughts of Cindy kept drifting though my mind, the feel of her warm hand cupping my stuff, the idea of her examining everything I had made my willy throb. Putting my hands under the blanket, I took my willy in my right hand. Wrapped two fingers and thumb around it, I began wanking off, hoping that Timmy was asleep. Faster and faster I pulled and tugged on my stiff willy. Feeling the warm blanket slide down to my legs, I became aware that I was fully exposed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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