Life Changes For Chase 8 and 9

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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Chapter 8

After Wednesday’s humiliation before the school nurse, principal, and entire girls’ volleyball team, I felt conspicuous in the hallways on Thursday. I avoided the high school girls, and imagined they were snickering any time I thought one glanced my direction. This was particularly true at lunch when I had to walk past their table.

I was cornered by Teresa that afternoon, when she asked for my photos of Gregg. When I told her not yet, she produced a stack of photos of my bare bottom in Becky’s room (from the computer video). She would distribute them to various school lockers on Monday, if I did not produce. I let her know I had plans to get the photos on Friday afternoon.

Thursday night at home I practiced my plan. I concealed the camera in my jeans pocket. I punched a small hole in my pants for the lens. I could slip my hand in and take pictures unnoticed. Gosh, if spotted taking pictures of naked 9^th graders, no telling what would happen to me.

My study hall, last period, was the time for 9^th grade PE. Friday was my library day, and I was able to leave the study hall and library unnoticed. I went to the locker room to retrieve my wallet from my gym locker. I intentionally left it there after my gym period earlier that day.

I tried to time my arrival after the PE dismissed, and give time for the boys to already be disrobed for showers. I did not think I could linger. Timing was important.

7th’s lockers were not close to 9ths, so I got in and to my locker discreetly. One 9^th was in the shower, and a couple towel clad boys were headed toward showers and many boys were in briefs or boxers only. But Gregg and two others were totally dressed and seemed in no rush to shower. I’d have to linger.

My presence was noticed as a brief clad and towel clad 9^th walked up to me and said, “Whatcha looking at, kid?”

“Uh, nothing; I, uh, I forgot my wallet”

“We saw you checking everyone out. You a pervert?”

“N-No. See here is my wallet.”

“Well if you are in here now, you must take a shower”.

With that they grabbed my arms and started dragging me to the showers.

“N-No. I’m soon to get in my car pool. I can’t get my clothes wet.”

Well, that turned out to be a stupid thing to say.

“Hey guys, he doesn’t want wet clothes—let’s help him out of them." With that I was soon grabbed by several 9ths, and soon naked, my clothes strewn about the wet floor.

“Please, let me use a locker; I want my clothes back neat.”

“You better worry about getting them back at all.” (Indeed, I was very concerned)

I was placed in the shower area, told to reach up and grab the shower head. The cold water only was turned on me. Then I was told to close my eyes, and if I looked out any-even for a second, any dangling bits of me would be cut off. They said the cold water was for my benefit-since it would shrink the dangling parts.

So I stood there, my arms stretched out to the shower head, shivering with my eyes closed.

It was torture knowing a naked Gregg was sure to be close by, and I was unable to get the picture or even report to Teresa what he looked like. All the time all the 9ths commenting on how did a 4^th grader get in this school. My small shriveled in the cold water parts were discussed cruelly.

After a while I heard someone shout, "Look, here comes the baldy boys!". Everyone seemed to have a good laugh. Thinking that they might have been referring to Greg, I decided to peek. Barely cracking open an eyelid, while glancing down, I detected Greg across from me. He was facing the wall, so all I saw was his smooth wet rear end. The smaller boy beside him had turned a bit, and was clearly as undeveloped as me, even though he was two years older.

Suddenly someone grabbed my privates and shouted, "Get a knife. He peeked."

I clenched my eyes tight and begged for mercy. I was released. But I didn't dare even dare sneak a peek. My mission would fail.

Eventually the noise of other showers diminished. I asked if I could leave. I was told “No”. They had me turn around, bend over, etc. It was as if I was be inspected. But I could not complain, as I invaded their territory.

I later learned that one of the 9ths saw the camera in my jeans pocket. They suspected I had it to take photos of them (they saw the hole in my jeans for the lens). They were quiet about it and used it to photo me naked in the shower instead; picturing me turning about, and bending over, etc. Since my eyes were closed, I was unaware. Quite a joke at my expense. Since the camera was pink, they also thought I may have been asked to do this by girls. So to find out who, without me realizing it, they removed the battery. I was clueless. I had a camera with many pictures of me naked in various views, and did not know it. Teresa on Monday would get the camera. I'd have told her I took no pictures, not knowing she'd see me when she checked.

I finally was told I could leave after counting to 100. Well, I stopped at fifty, but everyone was gone, just my clothes scattered about on the floor and trampled on. At least they weren’t stolen.

I had no towel, so I shook off best I could and slipped on my clothes. It turns out my underwear was missing.

I made it to my carpool, looking wet and bedraggled. It didn’t matter to me much, as by the time we were at my house, it was raining heavily. My tennis shoes were soaked, so I took them and my socks off at the door to the back of the duplex. Mom greeted me at the door, which was the utility room. Seeing my trampled on clothes, she inquired why. I could only say it was an accident after gym. She ordered me to just immediately put my shirt and jeans in the washer. I defied her, as having no underwear; to do such would fully expose me to her. I lost the battle to disrobe in my room, but she left me alone to load the washer.

Now naked, but home and inside, could I make it to my bedroom without her spotting me? I made it through the kitchen, and thought I was home free, and rushed into the living room, to discover the neighbor lady and mom drinking coffee.

Mom said, “I didn’t mean for you to take of your briefs too. Honestly, Chase.”

The neighbor lady said, “Am I interrupting bath time?”

“No. Just Chase seems to be going through a going naked phase or something.”

Humiliated, I went to my room and just lay face down in bed.

Mom came by later to say, “Chase, just put on your sleep shorts and come to dinner.”

During dinner the bell rang. Apparently mom had told Randy’s mother he could spend the night. It seemed Tommy had chicken pox and she wanted to separate the boys.

So before long I was to bathe with Randy again. I protested, but mom’s compromise was for me to shower with him instead. That was worse, as I would be exposed totally. Mom came in to dry Randy as I also dried. But worse, she told us both to stay ‘comfy’ a bit before dressing in pjs for bed. I thought my naked phase as mom put it was really expanded on by her.

So soon I was naked in our den laying on my stomach, a naked Randy sitting astride my back , playing video games.

I sort of got into the game after a while, and after about 30 minutes was rudely interrupted when mother came in with my Aunt Sue and said, “Chase, Aunt Sue dropped by with some groceries for us; come help her unload her trunk.” I turned to see Aunt Sue staring down at me and Randy. Randy got off me and faced her openly and said, “Hi”. I just said, “Uh, I can’t get up right now.”

Aunt Sue knelt by me and put her hand on my naked bottom, and said, “Is my little boy nephew bashful? I wiped this little tushy many times when you were younger.” She then started tickling me, such that squirmed about until I eventually turned over exposing my front parts, at which point the pulled me to my feet and escorted me outside to her car. Outside!!!

That was bad enough, but my neighbor lady was unloading her car at the same time; and Aunt Sue told me to help the neighbor first! The neighbor lady actually said, “Oh that would be nice.” So there I was, naked as a peeled shrimp, hauling groceries to the adjoining duplex. I could not imagine having to parade about her duplex, naked!”

Finally I was able to unload Aunt Sue’s car. And then continue my game. Aunt Sue and Mom talked a bit, looking in on me regularly. I feared they had some plan concerning my recent nudity outbreak, and as I learned the next day, boy was I right.

Finally Randy put on pajamas and slept on a pallet in my bedroom. I just wore my sleep boxers. If I had known what was going to happen the next day, I would have run away.

Chapter 9

I woke Saturday morning before Randy. Randy had lost his covers and was lying on his back, his head off his pillow and off the pallet and on the floor. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily. He was sound asleep. His pajama top had ridden up and the tail in the front folded back revealing a lot of his lower tummy, including his belly button. I felt like being naughty, so I crept close to him, being sure first my mother was not near. I unsnapped the top snap on his bottoms. He didn't wake. I then unsnapped the middle snap. He stayed asleep. With a bit more courage (or cowardice) I opened up his bottoms revealing his 6 year old boyhood. I thought that this is what got me in such recent problems. I left him like that and went back to bed.

I spoke out, "Good morning Randy". He was a bit groggy but seemed to be waking. He didn't notice or care his bottoms were loose. He stood up as I rolled out of bed and his bottoms fell down. He didn't care; he simply stepped out of them and followed me to the bathroom. No privacy by or from a 6 year old.

Mom saw us and ushered us to breakfast.

Randy stayed bottomless and joined me to watch cartoons. Eventually he ditched his pajama top also. When mom came by to check on us, she picked it up and told me she was going to clean my room, so she told me to get comfy like Randy, and asked for my sleep boxers. I could tell she meant it, so I complied, but I wasn't happy.

Later she brought clothes to us and we were dressed at least for lunch.

Following lunch I learned Randy was due at a birthday party for one the boys I met when sailing (shutter), so I was expected to join. Sounded fine, cake and ice cream is always nice.

We arrived a bit late to find it was a backyard party. But to my horror it was also a late season swim party, all with young boys (6 to 10). All were bare naked, since they had not earlier been told it bring suits (nor were we).

Randy’s clothes were cast aside by him licitly split. My mother told me to join in. I told her I did not want to swim. She insisted I participate, so right there beside 4or5 other moms she reached the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off.

"I'm too old to be helped undress", I protested. She simply reached down and unfastened my pants. Soon my pants and underwear were at my ankles.

I continued complaining, "My clothes will get messed up or lost here". Having me sit on the ground on my bare bottom so she could remove my shoes and socks she simply said, "No problem, I'll just keep them safe in my bag here." She had a large grocery type bag which she had put presents in for delivery. My shoes, socks, pants and underwear were soon off and put away from my control. To save modesty I simply had to join the others in the pool.

I felt odd at first since I was the oldest. There was maybe one 11 and about 3 10s. The rest were 6 to 9. Nevertheless I did enjoy the pool. I had not been in a back yard pool naked before. It was kind of fun. The water was a bit cool and everyone's parts were diminutive.

After about ten minutes three neighbor boys came in from the back gate. They were used to skinny dipping here, and were already naked. They were 8, 10, and 14! The 14 year old was as pubic hairless as I, and seemed totally comfortable wearing nothing but skin in front of everyone, including the mothers. This was true even though he hadn't been shrunk yet by the water.

He spotted me and soon we were conversing like old friends. His mom was into hygiene and let her boys get lots of air and sun. Until he sprouted hair he was to swim naked when with his brothers. He nodded when I said that would be weird to me. He confessed he was concerned about late puberty, but that doctors told his mom all was well.

Eventually the two of us got cold enough we got out of the pool but we went to the back of the yard away from the others. It seems he was at least a bit modest around younger boys and the ladies.

George, the older boy, suddenly said, “Let’s go to my house and get our crochet set. I declined. I didn’t want to leave this fence area naked. I also said my feet couldn't handle the asphalt alley.

George was persistent. I wasn't sure what he planned, I was not leaving, but he told me to stand on a nearly box. He went behind me, locked elbows with me back to back, and lifted me up on his back. Suddenly I was being carried out the gate and down the alley. Now I couldn't get loose and all I could do is to go along for the ride. The alley was vacant, but his house was not exactly across the alley as he said. He was at least 3 houses down.

It took long enough to get to George's house that I was certain some car would come along. How could George be so calm?

Finally he turned in at a nearby gate. I asked him to put me down, but he said, "Not until I show mom I'm strong enough to carry you over here"

His mom! Now someone else was to see me naked.

Before I could complain, there she was in the back yard gardening. George casually walked up to her and said, "Meet Chase. I met him at the pool party. We've come for the crochet set. I carried him by myself all the way over, because his feet are to tender for the asphalt.". At that point he turned around and presented my naked body to his mom. I couldn't cover since I was held by the elbows and balanced on his back. She looked me over and said "Glad to meet you". I subconsciously pulled my knees up in a vain attempt to cover. That was a grave mistake, since she saw my feet, and said "Chase, your toenail hygiene is atrocious. George, carry him to my bedroom, he needs a good pedicure. "

I couldn't stop them no matter the protest. Soon I was sitting naked on the king size master bedroom bed, with my feet soaking in a pail of heated soapy water. At least I could cover with my hands.

George's mom let my feet soak a while, then said, "you are too tense Chase, lean back on your elbows so I can lift your foot out of the water. So there I was exposed to all. George left to look for the crochet set. It took a long time for her to dry my feet, cut my toenails, rub a abrasive over my feet. She was constantly looking up at me and smiling, each time she looked up she had to see my privates.

Finally George returned, as she was finishing. He was still naked, what a strange family. His mom said, "I'm into hygiene now, I wasn't when George was born. So you see he is not circumcised like you Chase. You think I should have him cut?"

What a weird question. All I could think to say was, "I don't understand"

She went on to explain, and then took a nearby wet wipe and said, "I'll show you"

Then she reached at me and wiped all about on my penis. I was flabbergasted! This lady was actually touching my privates like it was a normal thing to do. She then showed me how clean the wet wipe looked.

Then, to George's horror, she did the same to him, but carefully showed me and pointed out how to retract the foreskin to clean the glans. She explained in detail, and then showed me how his wet wipe rag was dirty. She told George she was considering setting up an appointment to have him cut. George looked horrified.

We were instantly interrupted by George's brothers coming home. They walked in their mothers room with us (now 4 naked boys on display to this lady), and said the party was cancelled. Seems another lad had got sick and threw up in the pool. All decided to leave. They said everyone was wondering where I was. I needed to get back soon.

My pedicure was done, George was furious at me, and I was stranded at his house stark naked. George's mom simply said I'd better return to the party house. George would not take me, believing I was the reason his mother might have him circumcised.

I made my way through the house and yard to the alley. The payment hurt my feet, but I did my best. I was a sight walking gingerly down the alley not knowing which yard to go to. How did I get in this mess. A car turned down the alley towards me. I had nowhere to hide. The driver stooped to ask what I was doing. I explained the best I could (all the while clutching my privates from view), and the driver told me which gate to go to. It was humiliating standing at the driver's door naked with my privates only barely cupped by my hands. At least the car occupants did not see I was pubeless. But worse, two girls my age were it the back seat, soaking in this vision of me, and one may have been in my class. I avoided eye contact.

I went to the selected gate, at fortunately it was correct. Everyone, included all the younger boys were totally dressed, and leaving. So there I was the only naked person in the group.

My mom had left to do a brief errand, not realizing the party would end early. There was a search for my clothes, but none found. They determined my mother had taken the clothes bag with her, in fact one lady said she took the bag to my mom's car not realizing it contained my clothes. I was stranded bare naked, again.

Becky's mom called mine, and it was decided I would go home with her and her two boys. My mom still had errands to run, and since I'd be fine at Becky's house, mom would run even more errands.

The result was I was lead to the van sans clothing, right out the front yard. Randy and Tom and another boy being taken home elsewhere took the back seat. I took the two seat middle seat and Becky's mom was alone in the front. I was embarrassed to have my nude shoulders showing out the window. People might think I was naked. Well, I was naked.

After only a block or two Becky's mom got a phone call. Becky's grand mom needed her taken home early. Becky's mom seemed reluctant, but determined she'd have to stop and pick up Becky also.

Horrors. Soon Becky would be there with me naked. When we stopped to get Becky, it turns out Teresa also was there needing a ride. That meant either Becky or Teresa would have to sit right by me.

Becky's mom turned to me and said, "I'm sorry. This wasn't planned, but I need you to not create a scene. Perhaps you can conceal yourself a bit with a book in the sleeve on the seat back. Becky has seen you naked before, so just deal with it". She said this quietly so the other boys couldn't hear. I was so panicked, I had no breath to respond. Teresa was told to sit in the front passenger seat. Becky sat right beside me wearing a big grin (and clothes). I was beside here wearing a small paperback novel.

As we went Becky allowed her bare lower left leg rub a bit on my naked lower right leg. It seemed so innocent. But even though panicked, the skin contact started to affect me. I felt movement I my groin, but I just depended on the book for cover. Becky kept her face down, but I later realized she could stare at groin area without me seeing her eyes.

Teresa about that time looked back and stifled a gasp enough to cause me to glance down. Well, I had stiffened enough that my glans was totally above the top of the book in full exposure. I pulled the book up higher to cover as I was humiliated. But that only caused my scrotum to be fully bare. That was bad, but was the best I could do in the situation.

The extra boy was let out finally. I considered moving back one seat, but would somehow have to be a bit on full display to do so.

We finally got to Becky's house. Her mom made Teresa and Becky exit first then us boys, and she told her boys to get comfy like I was and play in the upstairs den.

Becky and Teresa occasionally went by and stared in. I lay on my stomach and just suffered through my backside being on public view.

After about two hours my aunt appeared at the door telling me my mom told her to pick me up me and take me to my aunt's house where mom would come by later. Mom was taking her time about more shopping. I did not want to join my aunt, but did want to leave. I still protested because I still had no clothes, but that was a mistake, as my aunt simply grabbed and twisted my ear dragging me out to her car (in front of the house).

So now I was in a naked ride with my aunt, who only yesterday had seen me naked for the first time in years.

When we got to her house she told me to go in and get my 6 year cousin and put him in the bath with me. She was taking advantage of this chance for me to show my cousin not to be modest in the tub. There was no protesting, if I was to escape this day I would have to comply. Even with that I was to carry a watermelon from the car to the kitchen.

I should have known better, but only when I was standing inside holding the watermelon, my boy parts hanging below for all to see, that my cousin had a baby sitter, and it was an 11th grade girl from my school, who happened to be one of the girls from the motorboat, and on the volleyball team. She saw me in the kitchen and said "Hi Chase” as if all was normal. I put down the watermelon and raced to my cousin. He was actually eager to bathe with me. Thinking the worse was over, I was suddenly confronted with the worse yet.

My aunt and the sitter came in before we even picked up the soap. The water was clear and there I was. My aunt said, "Chase, Bobby here has been bashful, and will not let the sitter bathe him. Tonight you are here to show Bobby it is ok for sitters to bathe boys in their care. So let Carol here wash you both. I'll standby also."

With that suddenly Carol was washing my hair. She washed mine, then Bobby's. She then cleaned my face, then his. This was humiliating. Carol gave special efforts on my hairless armpits. She would drop the soap and it would slip under my privates, and she would reach all around them for it. The last thing to wash was the middle parts. My aunt told her, “Clean there well. Don't worry if the boys get frisky, that is normal"

Well fortunately I didn't get frisky, but my penis and scrotum were touched all over by the soapy rag.

When it was time to dry, my aunt dried Bobby and Carol dried me, even though I could do it myself. She held me back just a bit as my aunt walked Bobby out of the room and said, "Chase, I've never seen you in clothes"!

Fortunately my mom then appeared. I then had another naked ride home, followed by a naked job of helping mom unload the packages from the car, before finally running to my bed and fall asleep naked under the covers.

Sunday I was able to wear clothes all day. But I was not aware that Monday I'd have a worse adventure yet at school.

(The End)