Dick or Treat 8

By Gerste

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When we left them, our three involuntary "nudist brothers"—Brandon (10), Aaron (12) and Aiden Briwahls—together with their three equally involuntarily buff, newly introduced male friends—brothers Max (12) and Jaden (10), and the third inductee, Neil (11)—were sulking in the middle of the living of the Briwahls' residence. The latter boy, Neil Meuillins, had been, in effect, effectively kidnapped. Mrs. Briwahls had just announced that Neil, Jaden and Max here were to be photographed in their present state of perpetual undress. Her three sons had already been thusly photographed nude, and the three other boys here, it seemed, were to share their fate. Mrs. Briwahls' sister, "Aunt Evelynne," was the brains behind the whole operation, as it was initially at her insistence that Mrs. Briwahls decided to send her three boys out to trick or treat in the nude.

"OK, Max, Jaden and Neil, get your bare-ass asses over here for your pictures!" She pointed to a room off to the side of the living room. When the boys hisitated, Mrs. Briwahls motioned for her three daughters (Ashley, 8; Shirley, 11, and Beverly, 15) to act. Taking her hint (as if they had been instructed ahead of time), each sister grabbed a boy's penis and pulled them behind them, eliciting immediate ambulatory leg motion as each boy in tow galluped at a trot to keep up with his "conductor." The three girls' brothers watched in horror as the other three boys in tow were dragged into the same room in which they themselves were photographed nude, and the pictures uploaded to the internet, earlier that evening. Now the same thing was happening to Max, Neil and Jaden. As every inch of their bodies were digitally photographed in every conceivable pose, the swarm of dozens of girls gathered around to watch. The morose expressions on the male subjects' faces betrayed the incredible pain and hurt they felt, as the girls cheered their humiliation. The photographs, many of them with their faces in full view, were uploaded to the same websites and E-mail propagation program which had ealier sent the three brothers' naked images to literally thousands of people, including everyone at their schools, their friends, relatives and everyone who knew them. The boys were forced to smile in many of the photographs, despite the tears, acting under the threat that the photos would otherwise continue into the night (until they got it "right"). They reluctantly complied, blinking back the tears.

After the abusive photoshoot, every girl in the room, at Aunt Evelynne's behest, proceeded to take turns examining each of the six nude boys. By that time, there were about 50 (53, to be exact) girls in the room, not counting the three sisters of the three brothers. Some other boys happened into the house (since the doors were open), and joined in the molestation of the six hapless nudies. There were about a dozen such boy stragglers. Two hours of this orgy of molestation went by, during which the girls stayed conscientiously clothed, at the insistence of all present, with the glaring exception of the six nude protestors. After this, Mallory Franquien, mother to two of the molestees, Max and Jaden, announced that it was time for her to take leave, as it was approaching her boys' bedtime. Aunt Evelynne responded, "Make sure the boys are nude from now on, won't you? They need to learn that their bodies are public domain from now on, like those of my three nephews here." Mrs. Franquien gleefully responded, "With pleasure." As she said this, she reached down and grabbed Max's penis with one hand, and inserted her index finger into his now routinely violated anus with the other (an anus that, like those of the other five, had now been seen and digitally poked by all of the girls there, and by many girls from the local environs). She continued, "And I will inform my little urchins here of their new vestments."

Her sons looked at her blankly, uncomprehending, prompting her to elaborate disdainfully, "You two boys of mine will be naked from now on, or at least until you are 15 or 16." As if the constant mauling of their bodies and pawing of their public "privates" were not traumatizing enough, this new bit of news set them over. They began to sob like babies, crying hot tears, and heaving like asthmatics. Unmoved, their mother reached down and pulled them by their respective penises (which she had to pry out of the hands of their molestors), pulling the skipping boys behind her through the crowded living room and out the door.

Neil realized that this might be his new normal state as well, but tried to shake the feeling, hoping, beyond hope, that his beloved mother would come to her senses and emerge through the door to rescue him from his impuissant state. He reached up and tapped Mrs. Briwahls on the shoulder, a monumental effort given the collective impediment of female hands feeling his body that moment, and moments prior. "Mrs. Briwahls," he implored, "Can I call my mother to see if she's on her way soon?" Mrs. Briwahls looked down on the angelic, cherubic thin little lad and said, with an impish grin reminescent of the devil, "Oh, she's on her way, alright. But if you're hoping for support, let me disabuse you of your self-deception: She's one of us." Nude little 11 year old Neil wondered that the word, "disabuse," seemed out of place here, sinec the whole thing seemed like abuse to him. He looked back at her with a forlorned expression reminescent of a disenfranchised Dicken's character, as if he were seeing someone straight out of a Polanski screenplay. His innocent eyes welled up with tears as he "demurely" muttered, "OHHHH SHIIIIT!!!!"

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