The Shame Games – Part Two (Exh, Humil, mmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Two
BY: Hooked6

Nothing really was said the next day about the games leaving me to worry about what was going to happen. My step-sister and I were kept busy with the usual chores and before I knew it another day had passed.

Friday rolled around and Julie came up to me with keys in hand and said mom was going to let her borrow the car. "Want to join me for lunch?" she asked.

"Heck yeah!" I replied as I put down the Coke I had been drinking. It was always fun to eat out. "Let me get some shoes on." I said as I turned to head toward my room.

"Here. Just wear these," she said as she tossed my leather sandals across the room. "I'm kind of in a hurry." I turned around and retrieved them and in no time my step-sister and I were on our way.

"Where are we going to eat?" I asked excitedly.

"Well," Julie replied, "I have to do something first." After a few minutes we turned into Riverdale Mall. My heart sank. All I could think of was being dragged around the mall bored to death while she spent endless hours shopping for useless junk! I should have stayed home I thought to myself.

When she stopped the car she looked at me and realized I was a bit disappointed. "Don't look so down in the mouth, brother. It's time to play the Shame Game!" Upon hearing her I sat straight up in my seat and Goosebumps appeared on my arms.

"It IS?!!" I said nervously.

"Yep! Our very first Shame Game," she said proudly.

"HERE?!! At the MALL?!!" I exclaimed.

"Sure, why not?" She said confidently. "Here are the rules. When we leave this car I want you to always look straight ahead. Don't be moving your head around from side to side. Just face forward at ALL times. Second, Try and manage a blank expression on your face like you are staring off into oblivion or something. Let me see if you can do that. Try it for me now. Look dazed." She instructed.

I thought about it a minute then did my best to look like a zombie – eyes not focused, face muscles loose with no expression, my mouth open a little.

"That's PERFECT!" she said. "Third rule is that you aren't to talk. Under NO circumstances are you to say ANYTHING after we leave this car, even if you are asked a direct question just ignore it. The last rule is that you are to do everything I tell you once we are in the mall. Want to play?" She asked.

"Let me see, Stare straight ahead, look stupid and don't talk. Is that it?" I asked summing everything up.

"AND don't forget to follow my instructions to the letter without protest." She added. I sat there a moment wondering what in the world had she planned. I didn't have a clue other than she was probably going to humiliate me somehow by making me walk around like a jerk. The only way to find out was to play, however, and I was curious.

"OK I'm in." I said.

As we headed to the mall Julie observed me and whispered suggestions. "You don't have to be so stiff just walk naturally but keep staring ahead as if you aren't really paying attention." She said. I loosened up and kept walking. "That's better." She said.

It was hard not to look around. It took a lot of concentration. Julie did some window shopping and I followed her around silently keeping my dazed look. "You're doing great. Just a little more practice and we'll be ready." She said as she continued her stroll. Mercifully the mall wasn't very crowded at this time of day. I did notice, however, that a good number of people stared at me as they passed by. They all had that look of pity or something. It felt weird. No one laughed at me though. They just, I don't know, felt sorry for me or something. For a while I thought maybe Julie had put a sign on my back or something just as stupid.

Julie stopped in front of a Women's clothing store and cupped her hands to my ear and whispered. "OK this is it. See those girls in there? In a few minutes I'm going to totally embarrass you in front of them!" Hearing her words, my heart sped away like a dragster trying to get traction. I remembered not to speak so I just stood there with that stupid expression on my face.

Pleased that I didn't utter a word she said, "Good! Now just remember the rules and do everything I say and this will work out fine. Follow me." She then began walking into the store. At first she walked around looking at stuff on the various display racks while I followed a short distance behind. Though I didn't move my head as we walked around I noticed that we were the only customers in the store and the girls she was referring to worked there. Once we were near the back of the store, Julie stopped and whispered in an authoritative tone, "Pee." I scrunched up my eyebrows partly in confusion partly in revulsion.

She whispered again, "You heard me. I want you to pee – you know piss on yourself – pee in your britches. I want them good and wet. Do it now!" She then stepped several feet away from me, picked up a blouse off a rack and called out to one of the clerks, "Excuse me, does this come in any other size?"

She couldn't be serious? I thought to myself. I couldn't imagine anything worse than to wet my pants in such a public place! I was scared but knew that I had to trust her to keep from getting into trouble. I told myself she had planned all this out so who was I to second guess her. Fortunately because of the Coke I had earlier I did have to go so I let loose while staring straight ahead. At first I felt nothing. Then I became aware of a warm, wet feeling running down the inside my legs. I had to fight the urge to stop what I was doing and keep peeing. I then felt both of my bare feet in the sandals getting a good soaking as my urine ran out of my pants legs and onto the floor. I almost panicked when I saw a cute high school-aged girl approaching my step-sister to assist her.

Initially the clerk was busy helping my step-sister talking about available stock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her looking at me with a puzzled look then I heard her exclaim, "What the hell is he doing?!"

Julie responded, "Oh Petey! Not again!" She came over to me followed by the now angry clerk. I just stood there staring off into space trying to ignore her. The realization that I just totally embarrassed myself by pissing in my pants in front of her was just awful. Julie put her arm on my shoulder just as I stopped dribbling.

"You'll have to excuse my little brother. He's got a medical problem. I'm so sorry," she said apologetically.

"Yeah? What's wrong with him?" The clerk asked skeptically.

"He's . . . you know . . . a little slow," Julie explained.

"You mean like he's a RE-tard or something" the clerk inquired sarcastically.

"We prefer to say he's challenged." Julie corrected her.

"Oh . . ." the clerk said apparently becoming a bit more sympathetic.

"Can you help me get him someplace where I can clean him up? I'll need some wet towels too if you can arrange it." Julie said.

"Yeah . . . uh . . ." the clerk answered trying to think of what to do. "I guess we can use the dressing rooms. Take him back there and I'll get some towels."

Julie walked me back to the dressing room area. There were four curtained cubicles opening out to a common area with mirrors. She took me into one of the cubicles near the entrance and began unbuckling my belt! She was going to strip me! It took all my effort to keep looking forward and not say anything while my heart kept racing faster and faster.

Soon the girl came back holding a dripping wet towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. She got there just as Julie unbuttoned the snap at the top of my jeans and was lowering my zipper. The clerk just stood there as my step-sister began lowering the wet pants down my legs and then completely off after removing my sandals. A jolt of electricity ran up my spine and my stomach felt queasy as I felt her put her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and start to lower them. I saw the clerk's eyes get wide in anticipation of what she was about to see. Her mouth opened a bit when my penis came into view. Like my jeans before, my briefs were taken off and tossed on the floor. Since I always wore my T-shirts tucked in, the bottom of my shirt was soaked too.

Julie started to pull it off of me when a second young girl came into view holding a mop. "I cleaned up the puddle and . . ." she stopped in mid-sentence when she saw me standing there almost naked. She stifled a giggle with her hand once Julie tossed the half wet T-shirt onto the floor resulting in me being completely naked before them.

"Can I have that wet towel now?" Julie asked holding out her hand while kneeling in front of me.

Just then a woman entered the dressing area holding a garment. "Can I try these on? WHOA! What's going on?" she asked after seeing me.

The first clerk explained that I had an accident. "He's got a medical problem." I heard her say in a low voice trying to be discreet.

"Oh . . . I see," she said noticing the pile of wet clothes on the floor. After she got a good look at my privates, she turned and said politely, "I think I'll come back a little later," and left the room with a big smile on her face.

As Julie began washing me with the wet towel in earnest as both clerks silently watched, I felt myself starting to get aroused as she forcefully rubbed my penis and balls in an effort to clean me up. I almost panicked. I tried everything I knew to stop it but it seemed the harder it tried, the harder it got! I gave up trying and decided to stay focused on my stupid blank stare.

When Julie finally removed the towel away from me I was fully erect. The first clerk upon noticing my erection said half-jokingly, "SHAME ON YOU LITTLE BOY!" It was as if she was talking to a 4 year-old child – her voice sweet and flowery, but it was clear she was uncomfortable with my boner.

"Oh don't mind him," Julie said plainly. "He doesn't even know what he's doing. In fact I'm not sure he even understands what you meant."

"Oh . . ." the first clerk replied compassionately.

"It's a shame though," The second clerk with the mop said. "He's kind of cute for a Re-Tard! With a package like that he'd be pretty popular at my high school"

"He's not a retard," Julie said defensively. "He's just challenged."

Hearing them talk about my privates I felt myself close to orgasm. I silently tried to think of other things – like how much trouble I'd be in if I was caught.

Julie stood up and gathered my clothes and rolled them into a ball. "Do you have any where I can throw these away? They're useless now."

"Sure. Follow me," the first clerk said.

"I'll need to buy him something to wear home too," Julie added.

"I'm not sure what you'll find for him here. This is a WOMEN'S Apparel shop," The clerk said as she walked out into the store with my step-sister. "Maybe we can come up with something though."

I was left alone and standing naked in front of the second clerk with the mop. She looked at my still erect penis and then I noticed she looked into my eyes and was staring intently for several moments. I guessed she was trying to decide if anybody was home. I did my best to defocus my eyes.

She then looked over her shoulder as if to make sure nobody was nearby and walked up to me and with her free hand reached down and took hold of my cock. As she softly ran the palm of her hand along my shaft she said mockingly, "Too bad. It's such a waste . . . You don't even know what this DICK is for do you, you little retard?" she tightened her grip around my penis and I heard her breathing deepen. I was sure she was enjoying the feeling of my penis in her hand yet she was totally bent on belittling me.

"I wonder if you realize how stupid you look standing here naked?" she asked rhetorically. "Of course you don't! You probably don't even know that I'm making fun of you, that I'm trying to humiliate you. Do you even understand humiliation?" She continued stroking my cock as she verbally tormented me and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. She was right about one thing, I was very humiliated. If it wasn't so important to play my part I would have told her a thing or two!

"I'm just a little tease, you know?" she said sarcastically. "I'll bet deep down you know this feels good . . . but I have no intention of letting you get relief. In a second I'm going to leave you with the worst case of blue balls that you've ever . . . OH SHIT!!!" she exclaimed at the top of her voice as I couldn't take it any more and without warning shot all over her hand. Her face turned red and I could tell she was about to yell at me big time.

She no sooner had taken a deep breath to berate me, when Julie came into the room and exclaimed in an angry tone, "What's going on here? What are you doing to my little brother?"

The girl quickly took a step back wiping her hand on the side of her smock trying to hide the sticky goo before the others saw it. "Ah . . . nothing, nothing at all." She answered nervously. I'm sure it must have been plain to my sister and the first clerk what had happened as my penis was very wet and a small string of cum was still dripping from its tip. Mercifully none of them said anything, however. I wasn't sure which was worse for me: the wry, knowing smiles on my sister and her helper or the embarrassed-look on the face of my tormentor having been caught!! Shortly thereafter the mortified mop clerk scurried out of the room.

Julie began putting a flowery girl's blouse on me and then proceeded to have me step into a pair of girl's jeans that had large bright pink embroidery on the pockets and waist. It felt weird wearing a new pair of jeans without underwear.

"I guess these will do until I can get him home," Julie said. Once I was dressed her helper said, "Listen. It must be hard for you to take care of your little brother all the time. If you ever need any assistance, I'd be happy to help. I baby sit all the time." Her comment reassured me that I had pulled it off and convinced at least this one clerk that I was genuine.

"Why thank you," Julie said appreciatively. "I might take you up on that someday." When we headed for the door I was never so thankful to get out of a place than I was then! Once we were well into the mall Julie took me down a side hall and we stopped on a bench.

"Game over," she announced. "How was it?" she asked excitedly.

"OH MAN!!!" I could have killed you a dozen times over back there!" I said breathlessly.

"Yeah, but how was it?" she asked again.

"It was GREAT!!" I admitted with a blush. "I think you've got the idea of what I was talking about."

"Good! I was hoping you'd say that because I have a lot more ideas planned. That is if you still want to play." She said gleefully.

"Of course I do." I said a bit awkwardly.

We got up and continued walking. Being my normal self now I suddenly became aware of people staring at me, this time in a taunting way. I realized that I was wearing frilly girl's clothes! They must have thought I was some kind of weirdo or something. It was very embarrassing to say the least.

Julie took hold of my arm as we headed for the food court. "Petey, do you know how to get to my car from here?"

"Sure. We can go out the food court up ahead and it's about 100 or so yards to the right." I said confidently, grateful that she wanted to get me out of view of all these people.

We walked a little closer to the food court and stopped short of going in. "Petey . . .?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"It's time to play another Shame Game! There are only two rules this time. First, if you see Tom, pretend you don't know who he is and second, don't hurt anybody."

"Don't hurt anybody?" I asked very confused.

"Yes, don't hurt anybody. Do you want to play?" she asked as we entered the food court.

"I guess so," I said realizing that to refuse would end these games forever.

"See those boys walking toward us with Tom?" Julie asked.

"Yeah . . . what about them?" I asked cautiously.

"They are going to strip you right here in the food court. See you outside. Have fun!!" she said playfully and letting go of my arm quickly walked away.

I froze!! The food court was filled with teenagers just hanging out and other school kids out for the summer. There were a few adults but they were either working or eating. The realization that they ALL would soon see me naked made my legs week! I slowly continued to walk into the food court. I wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen but if I was going to get stripped – even partially, I wanted to be as close to the exit as I could possibly be.

I made it to the center of the food court before Tom and his buddies caught up with me. "Well, what do we have here?" Tom asked quite loudly drawing some attention. "Hey SISSY BOY! Whatcha doing dressed like that?"

"I . . . ah . . ." stammered a bit not knowing what to say. "Leave me alone!"

"Hey SISSY BOY, got any Boobs under there?" Tom asked as he playfully pulled my blouse and tried to sneak a peek. Just then I heard several people laughing at me and as I looked around I saw others pointing me out to their friends.

"Are you old enough to wear a BRA yet, SISSY BOY?" he went on.

"Leave me alone," I said meekly as the others kept grabbing at my shirt. I suddenly had empathy for some girls that I teased before at school. Just like a girl I tried to push their hands away. I felt so silly and I knew that I must have looked a sight.

"Let's see if he or I mean SHE'S wearing a BRA, eh boys?" Tom said loudly. The laughter from the other tables grew louder and soon several hands were tearing away at the buttons on my blouse. I no time the blouse was torn open and a bigger boy grabbed me by the arms behind me so I couldn't get away. Tom laughing wildly, pointed at my chest and turning to the crowd mocked, "CUTE NIPPLES, SISSY BOY! How old are you anyway, NINE? Don't worry, you'll get boobs someday!!" His teasing made everyone laugh, and others got up from their tables to get a better view.

Some boy from one of the tables yelled out, "I WONDER IF HE'S WEARING GIRL'S PANTIES!" The laughter got louder as my face flushed. I new his comment would lead to the inevitable and soon I would be stripped bare. I struggled to get free but like the time at my Aunt's house I was caught from behind and couldn't move!!

"LET'S FIND OUT!" Tom said enthusiastically. "Anyone want to see if SISSY BOY here is wearing PANTIES under those jeans?" he asked the crowd.

"TAKE THEM OFF . . . TAKE THEM OFF . . . TAKE THEM OFF!!" The kids started chanting. I felt Tom's hand grabbing at the snap of my jeans and I started to kick. I really wanted to get away and friend or no friend I was ready to defend myself, but then I remembered rule number two – don't hurt anybody. So I backed off and just pretended to struggle. As he lowered my zipper, the guy behind me loosened his grip a

little, I guess to bend over and see for himself if I was
wearing panties or not. I seized the opportunity to twist a
bit as my jeans were lowered to my knees to keep anyone from

getting a good look at my privates. It was instinct I guess.

As I twisted we both fell to the floor, which unfortunately for me made it easier for Tom to remove my pants completely! When the guy behind me regained his hold, he forced me to my feet. There I was stark naked in a public mall with a huge number of kids looking at my penis which began jerking a little toward the ceiling!!!

"LOOK EVERYBODY!" Tom yelled out, "SISSY BOY ISN'T WEARING PANTIES – HE ISN"T WEARING ANYTHING!!!!" The laughter was at fever pitch as the big boy in back twisted me this way and that showing me off to all areas of the food court.

I saw some adults heading our way and the boys did too! The big kid immediately let go of me and Tom and his helpers all ran away! I couldn't immediately see what they had done with my clothes and I wasn't about to get caught by those adults so I ran – right toward the exit. Everyone was laughing and pointing at me and I was very acutely aware of my penis flopping up and down as I ran. I must have looked ridiculous!

Once out the mall exit, I turned right and ran for Julie's car. I realized then why Julie asked me earlier if I knew how to get to her car!

"LOOK! That boy is NAKED!" I heard a young girl say to her mother as I ran by. In the distance I saw several older women smile as I headed toward them. One even said, "Look, Margaret, A STREAKER!" The other lady replied laughing, "I haven't seen one of those since the seventies! WOOHOO! YOU GO BOY!!!"

I finally saw Julie's car and picked up the pace. I wasn't sure if anyone was following me or not. I was too chicken to turn around and look! Upon reaching her car I quickly opened the back door and jumped inside. "Let's get out of here!" I yelled in a panic!! "What are you waiting for?? Start the car!!!"

"Relax," Julie said calmly. There's nobody chasing you. Just calm down and catch your breath!"

"What are we waiting for? I asked a little softer.

"Tom silly." She replied. "I've got to wait for him to get here so I can take him home. He bummed a ride to meet us here. Besides it was the only way we could think of to make sure he was not in trouble after what he did to you. I couldn't just leave him here to fend for himself after all that, could I?

"No, I guess not," I said still out of breath. We sat there for a minute looking over the parking lot – Julie searching for Tom while I made sure no one was after me!

"Did you have fun?" Julie finally asked breaking the silence. Before I could answer she turned around and smiled. "Never mind," she said playfully. "Judging from that, I have my answer." I looked down and Saw I was fully erect. I blushed as I look up and saw my step-sister smiling. "I kind of like you with a boner. It suits you. I'll have to see if I can get you that way more often.

After all that had happened I didn't think I could get more embarrassed, that is until I heard her words. I lowered my head to the floor in shame.

"Don't worry," she consoled me. "Just because these are called The Shame Games doesn't mean you can't have fun."

Just then Tom opened the passenger door.

"Everything go OK?" Julie asked him.

"Yeah. Nobody got caught. MAN WAS THAT COOL!" Tom said as he proceeded to tell Julie everything that happened. Hearing all the details again was just as bad as being there!

"Now all we have to do is figure out how to sneak you back into our house without mom seeing you!" Julie teased. I panicked and was about to yell at her.

"Just Kidding!" she said. "GAME OVER. There's a spare set of clothes in the bag under the seat."