Life Changes For Chase

By Flint

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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. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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I was elated. I had just started in a private junior high, 7^th grade, with small class sizes. Just the second week in, the cutest 8^th grade girl chose me as a friend-perhaps not boyfriend/girlfriend, but close enough to give me grand status with the other seventh graders. It was Friday and she let me know where she lived, and suggested I come over for the evening. Wow! I was on top of the world.

That evening, after supper, my mother let me ride my bike over to her house. She lived in a large house in an upscale neighborhood. My mother and I lived in a nice duplex about a mile away. I had to ride through a poorer area before reaching the nice area she lived in. I parked my bike on the front porch, chained it to the post, and Becky let me in. It turned out she was there alone with her brothers, age 6 and 9. The boys must have been upstairs in their rooms. Becky said she was not allowed company when her parents were gone, but she wanted me to stay anyway. I figured, why not, if she’s happy-I’m happy.

We went to the downstairs den and sat beside each other on a sofa and started watching TV. She seemed a bit distant and distracted, but we were just now getting to know each other. I wondered if I’d have the nerve to move closer and even hold onto her some.

We were still sitting a bit apart when we were interrupted by her 9 year old brother, Tom, who shouted, “Hey you aren’t allowed company tonight.” What alarmed me, but not Becky, was that Tom stood there in front of both of us, totally naked. He seemed to not be concerned about his nudity at all. But I was. Having a naked boy in view of a girl I liked, while sitting beside, her—it was just weird. I was torn between trying to ignore his nudity, and wanted to stare at it, at the same time. I had seen and been seen by boys, mostly my age and younger, while changing at the pool, etc., but this 9 year old was just a few feet away, and not trying to be covered at all.

Fortunately he left. I commented Becky about his nudity. She simply said her brothers went naked at home in the late evening and often on Saturday mornings. They did not care, and seemed to enjoy alarming her, so she just learned to ignore them. “Besides,” she said, “It is bath time, and I’m supposed to supervise tonight. Tom is obviously ready for his bath, but didn’t ask about it. He hopes I’ll let him be.”

Fifteen minutes later or so the 6 year old, Randy, came to the den, likewise absolutely naked. I was not comfortable with this at all, but being Randy being half my age, it was better than naked Tom. Randy said, “Mother told you to give us a bath and do the laundry. Well, are you going to?”

Becky just said that Tom and Randy could take care of bathing without her. Apparently there had been a near disaster with Randy nearly drowning once,and later nearly scalding himself, and someone was forced to supervise his baths, and Tom was not considered by Becky’s parents to be old enough, yet.

Tom joined us and then laid face down on the floor and started watching TV, saying if Becky could break the rules so could he.He would not take a bath that night.

Randy still wanted a bath, but Becky by now was frustrated and said neither one had to bathe. Randy then said something that changed my life. “I want your boyfriend to give me my bath tonight.” I simply said “No way.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. I found it hard to believe, but Randy ran to open the door, as if it was perfectly normal. Becky ran to get to the door first. She knew better than let him open the door to strangers. It turned out to be Becky’s friend Jane. They all came back to the den.

Jane whispered something to Becky. I now realize Becky had me over to give her a chance to leave. Becky said to me, I’m leaving with Jane for a bit. I’ll be home before my parents. Make sure the boys take a bath. If they don’t I’ll be in trouble—you don’t want to be the reason I’m in trouble, do you?”

I was caught by surprise, and only said, “Uh-uh”. In hindsight, I should have run out of the house and biked home ASAP.

Becky said as she left, “Remember, you have to help Randy with his bath; but Tom you just have to watch a make sure he does a proper job.” And she was gone. Now I’m alone with two naked younger boys, with a task to keep their sister out of trouble. What happened to her comment earlier that they could skip the bath?

I sat for a long time, watching TV and two bare boy butts squirming on the carpeted floor between me and the TV, as they watched also. The show eventually bored Randy, who said, “Time for my bath.”

I said, “Let’s just tell Becky and your parents you bathed. No one will know.”

“No! If you don’t bathe me, I’ll tell mommy that Becky had company.”

Still trying to get out of it, I said, “Randy, be nice.”

Randy went ballistic, “No, I’m telling mommy unless I get my bath.”

I said, “I’m mean, so forget it—I’m leaving.”

I was almost to the door when Randy stopped me and said—“You have to help.

If I tell mom you were here, and how Becky left us alone, Becky will be grounded forever.”

I refused—this was too weird—but then Randy took my arm, pulled me close, and said, “Please”.

I then made the mistake of my life, and said, “OK”.

I followed a gleeful Randy upstairs. I was feeling funny following his naked bottom up the stairs, but was now trapped. The bathroom had a sink area, separate from the toilet and tub area. The sink area was strewn with clothes—I suspect Tom and Randy stripped down there for the bath before heading down to get Becky. I left the door open—why bother if the kid was so non modest. In the tub area I half-filled the tub with warm water. Randy said if felt right, but he left and did not get in. He ran out to the sink area crying, “I want you to join me, but you are not getting ready.”

“What do you mean? I can’t take a bath with a 6 year old”

“Tom does”

“He’s you brother”

“That doesn’t matter—I’m scared to be alone in the tub. Tom is being a jerk tonight.”

“It just isn’t right. I’ll get Tom.”

I went down to get Tom, who told me, “Leave me alone, or I’ll tell mom you were here, and Becky gets grounded.” I was trapped.

Tom said, “If I tell mommy, Becky will never get to have company again-and it will be your entire fault.”

I suddenly realized I had no choice. I really wanted Becky to like me. I went up to Randy and shut the outside door to the sink area. I told Randy, “You win, but just this once, and we can’t tell anyone else.” Randy smiled and said “OK.”

Randy stood between me and the tub room while I started to disrobe. Was I really doing this? I was in a trance almost. I was not bashful, as I’d changed in front of men and boys at swimming pools and locker rooms before. But at those times I was just passing through being naked. Here I was stripping in front of a staring 6 year old. I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the other clothes on the floor. I had to sit on the floor to untie my shoes. Something about removing my socks made me start to really feel naked. Shucks, I was really about to be actually naked! And Becky was possibly downstairs any minute, with me in her house at the same time, naked!

I stood to slip off my pants. Randy was staring at me. I felt like a spectacle. I suspect my hands were shaking as I unfastened my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and slipped down the zipper. I couldn’t believe a 6 year old had made me actually slip off my pants. When down to underwear I considered leaving them on, but knew that would not work. I had to go through with it. I couldn’t back down now. I don’t recall taking off my briefs, but eventually there I was naked, just like Randy and Tom. I was 12, twice Randy’s age. My nudity did not alarm him. I did not yet have any body hair. My testicles had begun to drop, but were not to the point of hanging low. I just looked like a bit bigger Tom. So Randy had no weird comments or questions. We were also all 3 circumcised.

Once I was naked Randy went into the tub area and stepped in the tub, and waited for me before sitting down. I closed the door between the sink area and tub. I wanted as many closed doors between me and Becky as possible. I sat down in the tub facing Randy, with my back to the faucet, and handed him the soap.

Randy was now fine and just started bathing. The soapy water soon made it where I was not on display. Randy’s feet moved around a bit and would kick me slightly in the balls now and then, but he did not really notice, and I made no comments. He did OK by himself, but I did have to help him bathe. When he was finished with the soap I also bathed some while Randy played in the water. He didn’t really want a bath; he wanted to play in the water. Bathing myself gave me something to do while waiting for him to be satisfied. Actually, I sort of enjoyed sharing the tub with him. Had I actually really wanted this to occur?

I must have lost track of time. (Was I enjoying this?) While I was rinsing I heard Becky call out, “Are you OK in there?”

My heart fluttered—Becky was only a door away from seeing me naked! I called out, “Things are going well—we, uh, Randy is about done.”

Randy said, “You have neat boyfriend-Thanks for having him over.”

Becky said, “Well, finish soon. Mom and dad could get home early.”

Now that put some fear in me.

Becky must have left. I had Randy stand up and I toweled him off. As soon as he was dry he opened the door and ran out. I got out and let the water out and cleaned up the tub a bit while drying off. I put the towel around me carefully, as I feared Randy would leave the outer door open (and he had). When I stepped into the sink area—all the clothes were gone—all them—including mine.

I called out for Randy to bring them back, but no one answered.

I was beyond panic. No doubt Randy would tell Becky I bathed with him. If not, Becky would soon know anyway, because why else would I be just wearing a towel.

Randy and Tom were wrestling in the den when I finally walked in wearing a towel to a very surprised Becky.

“Chase, what on earth are you doing?”

“Randy made me get in the tub with him. Now he’s hidden my clothes.”

Randy said, “I did not take the clothes, they were gone when I got out of the tub.”

Becky then added, “I had to do the laundry. I gathered those clothes and put them in the washer—they won’t be usable for at least 45 minutes. I had no idea you would get in the tub, Chase. Randy, I knew were up to some trick. You and Tom go to bed now.”

Becky seemed so mad they both left quickly. That left me there alone with just a towel.

We heard a door open and a voice, “We’re home.”

Becky was so shocked such she just froze. I had to suddenly hide, and all I could do was squeeze between the recliner sofa and the wall.

Becky’s parents asked her how things went, but all she could say was, “Fine.”

Becky’s dad sat in the recliner, which pinched me against the wall more.

Actually not long after, her dad stared snoring. Her mom was unseen, I suspect in the master bedroom. Becky signaled me to follow her. But as I squeezed out of my hiding place, I discovered the recliner had snagged the towel when her dad leaned back. As I left from behind the recliner sofa—it was without the towel. Becky had not expected that, and had nothing for me to cover with. I followed her to the front door, crouched over covering myself with my hands. Naked or not, I had to get away from her dad. I was naked—right there beside Becky! For some reason, I just stepped outside to the porch. Becky was about to say something to me, but simply shut the door, having just heard her mother call out to her.

I waited a while hiding behind bushes, but she never came back. I couldn’t take my bicycle, as it was chained to the porch post, and the key was in my pants pocket—in the laundry.

I would have to run home—naked. I couldn’t believe it. Naked!!!

(The End)