The Shame Games – Part Seven (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Seven (mmmmfffFF,Exh,Humil,) BY: Hooked6

We all stood around the fountain chatting until Amy spoke up and said, "I'll have to get going now. My mom is supposed to pick me up at the theatre entrance." I was so disappointed. I was beginning to like this girl and didn't really want her to leave just yet. She then surprised me by saying, "Petey, will you walk me back?"

"SURE!" I said exuberantly. "I'd be glad to." After Amy said her goodbyes the two of us left the others and headed back toward the theatre taking the long way around.

As we journeyed I was so nervous I couldn't think of a thing to say so we walked along in silence. I never really had trouble talking with girls before but somehow Amy was different. I mean she actually touched me . . . and seemed grateful for the opportunity to do so.

"So, you like to be humiliated, huh?" Amy finally asked breaking the silence. Her question caused me to blush terribly. "Well, did I do a good job?" she asked.

I looked up into her sparkling eyes which were filled with a genuine sincerity revealing to me that she really wanted my approval. "Yeah," I replied. "You exceeded anything that has ever happened to me before, that's for sure!"

"Good," she said with pride. "I'm glad. I hope you'll let me have a turn at playing this game sometime."

I blushed all the more. "I'd like that," I said sheepishly. "I'd like that a lot." She then rummaged into her small pocketbook and pulled out an ink pen and grabbed my hand.

"Here's my number," she said as she began writing on my palm. "Call me sometime." Shortly after that, we reached the theatre entrance. "There's my mom," she said a bit disappointed. "I have to go now. You best not follow me to my car. I don't want to have to answer any questions about you, OK?"

"Sure, I understand," I told her as she left me amid the crowd at the ticket booth. I watched as she got into the car and drove off. I felt sick inside for some reason.

After a few minutes I figured I had better return to my friends at the fountain. I started slowly sauntering along in no particular hurry, my mind lost in a million thoughts. I wanted to savor what had happened to me that day. Since we had taken the long way around I retraced my steps so I wouldn't get disoriented. I wasn't really thinking clearly anyway.

All of a sudden I was grabbed from behind. From out of nowhere came four boys. "Let me go!" I shouted as the boy behind me held me tight trapping my arms in his grasp.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the ringleader said sarcastically.

"Let me GO!" I said again as I struggled.

"Why it's the pervert from the movies!" he said answering his own question. A feeling of doom immediately engulfed me and I froze with fear. "YOU'RE the one that shot his wad into Amy's popcorn then ran out of the theater. GO ON. ADMIT IT!" he demanded.

"NO!" I said lying through my teeth. "You've got it all wrong! I swear!"

One of the other boys put his face menacingly in mine, pointed towards the ringleader and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"No . . ." I replied meekly.

"That's John Addington . . . BIG John to you, pervert." Everyone looked at me as if I was supposed to recognize the name, but I didn't.

"Big John is Amy's boyfriend, you stupid jerk!" the boy explained. "And he don't like it when someone moves in on his girl!"

"I DIDN'T STEAL HIS GIRL!!" I protested.

"YOU'RE LYING! We saw you walking with her," he said.

"I was just walking along and she started talking with me. It didn't mean anything, honest!" I said trying to defend myself.

"You were just walking along and she started talking," the boy said mocking me. "Have you ever heard such bullshit?" Everyone laughed as they took a few steps closer. One boy even started pounding his fist into his other hand.

"It's not what you think! You're making a big mistake!" I cried.

Just then another boy standing at my side reached out and pulled my hand up. "Look here, Big John."

"What is it?" Big John asked as he came over to look.

"It's AMY'S number . . . in HER handwriting!" the boy explained.

The expression on Big John's face turned from one of amusement to one of anger. I was doomed! There was nothing I could say to talk my way out of this. I had forgotten about her number even being there in all the confusion so I didn't have the presence of mind to try and hide it. I just closed my eyes and braced myself for the beating that was sure to come.

Through my closed eyes I could smell the body odor of Big John as he came closer. What on earth did Amy see in HIM?? I wondered.

"You want us to beat the crap out of him, Big John?" I heard one boy ask. This is it, I thought. I silently prayed the pain wouldn't be too bad.

"No," I surprisingly heard Big John say. "WE all know this guy's a pervert, but the rest of the world doesn't. Let's show 'em, shall we?"

Instantly I felt everyone pounce on me. I lost my balance as I felt them pulling at me this way and that. It took me a while to figure out what they were doing – they were STRIPPING ME!!

"NO WAIT!! PLEASE STOP!" I shouted. It didn't take them long and in a flash I was naked. They danced around taunting me by waving my clothes in front of me and making fun of my body.

"He doesn't even have any hair yet!!" one said.

"How old are you anyway? TEN?" another teased. They were all laughing as I crouched down in shame and tried to cover myself. Then it happened. For some strange reason that to this day I still don't understand, I popped wood.

"Holy crap, This guy's a SICKO!" one boy said as they all stepped back after noticing my erection, keeping their distance as if I had some kind of disease or something.

Big John took charge. "Well if he's so proud of that, lets make sure everyone else sees it too. Tie his hands, boys." he commanded. I watched in horror as my T-shirt was ripped into long pieces of cloth. Three boys again pounced on me and proceeded to tie my hands tightly behind my back with the remnants of my shirt as Big John looked on.

Stepping back to admire their handiwork the boys all began laughing at me. "Wonder if AMY will still like him after he gets arrested and his picture gets into the paper?" one boy asked.

"I doubt it," Big John said. "Come on boys. Let's get out of here before he gets caught. We can read all about it in the paper tomorrow." The group then scampered off in several directions leaving me naked, tied and yes, horny. My first instinct was to run for cover so I made a quick dash behind several parked cars. Since all this had occurred at the side of the theatre, I hadn't been spotted yet. My mind raced with thoughts. What was I going to do? I had been gone a long time. Did my friends all leave me behind when Mrs. Martin came thinking I went home with Amy? The more I thought, the more fears came into my mind and, believe it or not, the more aroused I became. There MUST be something wrong with me, I thought.

I was trapped in the parking lot with quite a distance to go before getting back to the fountain. I was sure to be caught. And what if they really WERE gone? I tried not to dwell on it and forced myself to think clearly.

"OK," I told myself. "First thing I've got to do is get back to the fountain. I'll figure out what to do next after getting there." I said out loud trying to reassure myself.

I looked around. People were milling about everywhere! "Take it a little at a time," I told myself. "I don't have to run all the way back at once!" Somehow actually hearing my own voice helped me keep my sanity.

I made a dash behind the next car. So far, so good, I thought. I went over to the next car after that. I still hadn't been spotted. Finally I made it to the last car in the row of cars along my path and crouched down on the passenger's side. "Now what?" I thought. There was a distance of open space about 25 yards long before my next opportunity for cover. I froze! I couldn't make myself move!

Just then I heard a door slam. Someone had just entered the driver's side of the car I was hiding behind. Then the engine started!!! Before I could move a muscle, the car drove off leaving me completely exposed to anyone who happened to look my way. I panicked and took off running. I thought I heard laughter and figured that I had been spotted but I didn't want to hang around to find out for sure! I just ran. I made it to a large trash can and ducked down behind it. I was out of breath and scared to death. But I was STILL horny. I guess the feeling of total helplessness fueled my hormones. And I was certainly helpless.

As I was hiding behind the trash can trying to figure out my next move, a little boy about 7 years old came up to throw some garbage away. "Why are you hiding?" the boy asked spotting me.

"I'm playing a game," I said hoping he wouldn't press the issue further.

"Why are you naked?" he asked as he came around the trash can to see me better.

"It's part of the game," I explained.

"But your hands are tied," He persisted.

"I know," I replied nervously. "The guys I'm playing with cheated!" Then I had an idea. "Hey kid, help untie my hands so I can play fair."

"NO WAY!" he yelled. "I'm not playing THIS game," and ran away yelling, "MOM!"

Before I got in trouble I bolted again. This time as I ran, I heard people saying things like "Look over there!" and "Is that boy naked?!"
Mostly I heard laughter, lots of laughter from the kids and teenagers hanging out at the theatre. I must have looked a sight running naked with my hairless, stiff penis bouncing along with each step I took.

Finally I managed to make it behind the shopping center and mercifully no one was following me. After several tense close encounters I made it to an opening behind the building that looked out onto the fountain.

"NICOLE!" I shouted from behind my hiding place. To my unbelievable luck my friends were still there! She didn't hear me, however.

"NICOLE!!" I shouted as loud as I could but still none of my friends heard me. I couldn't get any closer without dozens of people seeing me up close and personal this time. The small fountain square was lined with shops and there was no telling how many people were inside.

"NICOLE . . . TEDDY . . . MEGAN!!!" I shouted again. It was all in vain, however as no one turned to acknowledge me. I had to think of something before they really DID leave me.

Suddenly I saw a boy about 8 coming out of the store closest to me. "Pssst" I said hoping to attract his attention. He stopped and looked around. "Over here!" I whispered loudly as I poked my head around the corner. The boy spotted me and pointed to himself to be sure I was talking to him. "Yeah, you. I need you to do me a favor," I said a little louder.

"What?" he said coming closer.

I was hoping to keep him from seeing me so I said, "Don't come closer. I said. "I just need you to do me a favor."

"What??" he asked again and this time walked smartly right up to me.

"You're NAKED!" he said obviously surprised.

"DUH . . ." I snapped back frustrated at my situation. "Look you gotta help me," I pleaded.

The boy, seeing that my hands were tied behind me and that I was very erect started to smile.

"Why should I?" he asked curtly.

"Because I'm naked!!" I said with exasperation.

"So? That's your tough luck." He replied as his grin widened into a smile. "Doesn't look like you mind it too much," he added as his eyes fell to my penis.

"Never mind about that, I don't have time to explain. See that girl over there?" I asked nodding towards Nicole. "That cute one in the blue dress?" he asked.

"That's the one," I said excitedly. "I need you to go over there and quietly tell her that I'm out here and need her help. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll bet you need her help. You want me to tell her that you're horny and want to fuck her, right?" he asked laughing his head off.

"Shut up!" I snapped. "That's not what I mean and you know it!"

"That's no way to talk to someone you want to do you a favor. Besides, what else am I to think? You ARE horny aren't you?" he said teasingly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you and yes, damn it I have a boner. I can't help it. Will you help me out . . . Please!" I begged.

"What's in it for me?" he asked all serious-like.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best not to lose patience. "What do you want?"

He looked at me and smiled wide and got a wild look in his eyes as he stared at me silently for a second or two.

"Fine," I interrupted. "You want to touch it. Go ahead. Play with it all you want. Stroke it to your hearts content. You can even make me cum if you want but PLEASE after that go and tell that girl I need her help." The thought of this boy actually playing with my penis made me shiver but if that's what it took to get me out of this mess I was willing to put up with it.

"GROSS!" the kid shot back. "I don't want anything from YOU! I want something from HER!!" he said pointing towards Nicole.

"What do you want . . . from her?" I asked nervously fearing the worst.

"Maybe she could make me hard like you are," he said hopefully. "That's it! I want HER to touch me!"

"No way!" I exclaimed. "Get lost kid! I'll get somebody else to help me."

"Well, how about a kiss from her then?" he asked obviously worried he was going to get left out.

"Fine! I'll ask her when she gets over here. But you have to go and get her NOW!" I said firmly.

"On my PECKER?" he asked hopefully. "She'll kiss me on my pecker?"

"SCRAM kid!" I said angrily.

"OK, on my cheek," he countered.

"On your cheek, but get going before I change my mind!" The kid ran off towards Nicole and I saw him talking to her and pointing towards my direction. To my great relief I saw her and that kid hurrying towards me.

As she rounded the building she said seriously, "What's the big idea? He," pointing at the little boy, "Said that the naked boy behind the building told him I would kiss his pecker!"

"Why I ought to punch your eyes out," I said angrily at the kid who ducked behind Nicole for protection.

"That might be kind of hard to do," Nicole said laughing as she looked me over seeing that my hands were tied behind my back. "Unless you were planning on poking his eye out with THAT thing," she added as she playfully swatted my still erect penis.

"Ooohh she TOUCHED it!" the little kid said excitedly.

"Beat it kid," I said.

"Hey, what about my kiss?" he persisted.

"You mean you REALLY told him I would kiss his pecker?!" Nicole asked incredulously.

"NO! I said I would ASK you if you would kiss him on the cheek if he would get your attention. That's all. I promise!" I stammered.

"Well he's out of luck because I'm not going to do it," Nicole said firmly.

"I'll tell!" the kid said trying to blackmail her. We both stopped talking and looked at the kid.

"That's right I'm going to tell. I'll call the police too." He said playing it up.

"OK, OK. Calm down. I'll kiss you on the cheek," Nicole relented.

"Not good enough." The kid said realizing he was in the driver's seat.

"What do you want then?" Nicole asked.

"A kiss on the cheek while you put your hand down my pants!" the kid said smiling. "I want you to touch it."

Nicole turned to me and gave me the most horrible look. We both realized that this kid was a huckster and we weren't going to outwit him.

"Ok. I'll give you a kiss AND I'll put my hand down your pants," she agreed reluctantly.

"And TOUCH IT," the kid added in a hurry.

"And I'll touch it," Nicole affirmed a bit put out.

"Fine, then I won't tell," the kid said as Nicole took a step closer to him. To my amazement she bent down and moved her lips close to his cheek and actually started to put her hand under the waistband of the kid's shorts! I watched as her hand slowly disappeared out of site within the recesses of his britches as her lips met his face.

"OW! LET GO!!!!" the kid screamed. "THAT BITCH HAS MY NUTS!!!" he said to me as if I was going to help him. Instead I just laughed!!

"I should twist these right off of you, you little moron!" Nicole said with a meanness that frightened even me!

"NO . . . PLEASE DON'T . . . LET GO!!" he pleaded.

"Say you're sorry," Nicole demanded.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

"Louder! Say it like you mean it!" she said forcefully.

"I'M REALLY SORRY!" the kid said in a panic.

"And you're not going to say a word to anyone, are you?" Nicole asked.

"NO. I won't. I promise! Please let go!!" he begged now almost in tears.

"Because if I EVER find out that you did, I'll come over to your house and cut these off with my scissors! Understand?" she asked.

"YES!!!!" he said submissively. With that she let go and the kid ran away as quickly as he could. We both laughed as he disappeared.

"What the hell happened?" Nicole finally asked. "Did AMY do this to you?"

"No. It's a long story," I said and gave her the abbreviated version of Big John.

"That explains why you are so aroused then," she said giggling.

"What do you mean?" I asked feigning ignorance.

"Well, you LIKE being helpless and naked, right? So I'm guessing this is just the thing you crave!"

"Cut it out," I said teasingly. "I'm in trouble here. Mrs. Martin will be here any minute!"

"Oh she's already here," Nicole said plainly.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. "What am I to do?"

"Relax. She's doing some shopping." She explained. "First thing to do is get you some clothes. I'll be right back." I saw her run out to the gang leaving me naked and still tied up! They all came back with her and once again they all got a good look at my naked body.

"Did you do this, Nicole?" asked Megan. "I kind of like him this way."

"No, I didn't do it and as much as I'd like to leave him this way, we have to hurry. How much money do you guys have?" she asked. Everyone dug in their pockets but they only came up with four dollars. "Ok. It will have to do. Teddy and Tom, you two untie him and keep him safe. Megan, you keep watch for Mrs. Martin at the fountain. If she comes back before I do, stall her."

"Where are you going?" Teddy asked.

"I'm going to try and buy him some clothes." She explained.

"With FOUR dollars?" Megan asked as Nicole ran off. Everyone then did as instructed while I nervously waited.

"Can't you make that thing go down?" Teddy asked. "You're giving me the creeps. It's just us guys here you know."

"I can't help it," I said very humiliated at my condition.

After some time I saw Nicole coming back with a plastic bag. "Here," she said tossing me the parcel. "Put these on."

"A pair of boxer shorts?!" I exclaimed.

"That's all I could find that I could afford. Besides, at least you'll be covered." She explained.

"But what about my mom?" Teddy asked. "What will we tell her?"

"I thought about that. We'll just say that Petey had a bad accident. She'll believe that if she sees him in his underwear."

"I don't know . . ." Teddy remarked.

I had just put the boxers on when we saw Mrs. Martin pull up. We all made the agonizing walk toward her car. She gave me an awful look when she saw I wasn't wearing the clothes I left with. Of course Nicole did her best to sound truthful as she told her about my accident. Somehow I don't think she bought it and figured we were up to something, but she thankfully didn't push the issue.

I for one was just glad this day was over!!!