The Shame Games – Part Nine (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
Hooked6@hotmail.com

Copyright July 3, 2006 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author Hooked6@hotmail.com The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates nor condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. Reader feedback encourages my writing!

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

I was trapped by my own stupidity. Having tried to explain my own nudity in front of my mom by saying Aunt Sarah said there was nothing wrong with it, I was now at the mercy of my mother whom I suspected was now more positive than ever that I was up to something. She was testing me.

"But mom," I said trying to avoid sounding like I was protesting, "What kind of costume is that?"

She smiled from ear to ear obviously proud of her selection, "Why it's Baby New Year! I want you to go as the New Year's Baby." She then held up the sash that said Happy New Year 2006 across the front in silvery glitter. My heart sank!

I know what you're thinking," she said coyly. "You're wondering where the REST of the costume is, right?" I just stood there with a puzzled look on my face as I was sure she was waiting for me to say something so that she could trap me.

"Baby New Year usually wears a diaper," she explained. I became very concerned. Surely she didn't expect me to actually wear a DIAPER! "But," she continued, "You're way too old for that so we can dispense with it all together. Since you are so comfortable with your body and all, you can just wear the sash."

Of course I just had to try and get out of this but I couldn't appear to be ashamed. "Mom, it is HALLOWEEN not New Year's Eve," I said sarcastically. "Won't people be confused, especially since I'm not a baby anymore?"

She just laughed and said, "That's the beauty of this costume. See BABY New Year rang in 2006 way back in January. Many months have passed and baby New Year has grown up a little . . . not quite as grown-up as OLD MAN LAST YEAR will be by December, but well on the journey towards year end. Get it? Baby New Year has aged. I think it's marvelously clever don't you?"

The look on her face told me that she was searching for any clue that might betray me. "Yeah mom, I'm sure no one else will have thought of this for a costume." I said trying to avoid sounding sarcastic and appear supportive.

She then gave me a fake-hug and finally revealed her real intentions. "You see Petey, I suppose by now you've figured out that I distrust your story. But, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. So tonight will tell me all I need to know." She then stepped away from me and looked at my naked body with misgivings. "I'll admit I'm old fashioned and perhaps need a more liberal outlook so I'm willing to give this a chance. IF, as you say, you are not ashamed of your body this costume shouldn't be any trouble for you. If you make it through the night without incident, you have my permission and blessing to remain naked at home at all times and anywhere else you would like. In fact, I'll insist on it. BUT, if you demonstrate even once that you are lying I'll punish you in the worst way possible."

I felt myself turning pale. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean. How will I demonstrate that I'm lying?" I asked innocently.

To my utter shock and surprise she reached out and forcefully grabbed my penis and pulled it towards her ever so slightly. "THIS will tell me what I need to know," she said as she suddenly released her grip. "I'm sure you understand now, right son?"

Man did I ever understand! If I so much as popped a boner at any time in front of her old cronies, she would know that my nudity wasn't so innocent and I'd get a terrible punishment! If I didn't, I faced a certain future of continuous nudity at home! Talk about a Lose-Lose situation. Trying to stay my course I replied simply, "Oh you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not a pervert you know." Once again I instantly regretted my words as soon as I heard them out loud.

"Good," she said obviously pleased with my answer. "Let's get your costume on. It's almost time to go." She then placed the sash on my left shoulder and draped it across my chest. Of course the 4-inch sash in no way offered me any cover. Looking at my reflection in the hall mirror confirmed how stupid my costume was. At least my mom's costume was more traditional. She was dressed as a witch, which was how I felt how she was acting right at that moment. My only hope was to make it through the night without incident and then hope that, once she was convinced I was telling the truth, she would abandon this whole naked-at-home idea.

The drive across town was weird as I sat in the back seat with not a stitch of clothing save for my sash. I sat with my feet on the seat and my legs drawn up against my body for cover. When my mom looked at me funny after noticing how I was sitting, I told her I was cold to keep from raising her suspicion. I wasn't really sure where we were going and I truth be told wasn't really paying attention either.

Finally we pulled into a drive way and stopped the car. I had no idea whose house it was and all that Mom said was. "We're here." There were cars parked along both sides of the street near the house indicating that many guests had already arrived. I nervously got out of the car and walked with her up the sidewalk towards the front door, trying my best to act confident. I kept telling myself that it was just a bunch of grown-ups that I didn't even know and that the party would be over sooner than I thought.

Despite my best efforts at trying to remain poised, my heart skipped a beat when I heard the doorbell ring. The wait to see who was going to answer was almost unbearable. Here I was standing practically naked exposing myself to anyone who cared to look not knowing whose house this was. It was almost too much to bear.

All too soon the door opened revealing an older lady dressed as some sort of princess or something. "HI!" the lady said in an overly-sugary voice when she saw us. "My, what a CUTE costume!" she said with a huge smile as she bent down to tweak my cheek. "You two come right on in and make yourselves at home." Some guests are on the patio, and the rest are scattered throughout the house." My mom thanked her and ushered me in to join the party.

"OH Look! It's Baby New Year!!" said another lady as she looked at me from head to toe. I felt a twinge down below when I saw her eyes fixate on my privates. "You look MARVELOUS, dear. Just MARVELOUS! I just HAVE to get a picture!" Before I could protest – FLASH went the strobe on her camera. That was all I needed – a photographic record of my nudity!

Hearing the lady making such a fuss about how cute I looked caused others to gather around to admire my mom's handiwork – which she took great pleasure in telling those gathered around how she came up with the idea. One lady even playfully pinched me on the butt! When I looked at her in dismay, she just grinned and did it again saying, "What a cute little butt you have!" Of course my mom did nothing to stop them from taking such liberties either. Another lady remarked as she continuously stared at my penis, "My nine year old son would NEVER agree to wear a costume like that." Her words embarrassed me to the quick. She actually thought I was only NINE!

The inevitable invariably happened as most of the guests wanted their picture taken with me and I had no choice but to oblige them. The older ladies were the worst as they usually had their hands all over me, playfully hugging me or patting my behind. It was a bit unnerving but at least their age kept me from getting aroused. There were a few younger ladies there however and I shivered every time I noticed one of them smiling at me. I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking as they surely noticed my very exposed privates. Occasionally I would get Goosebumps but thankfully nothing more happened. My mom was constantly on the prowl too checking me out or rather checking my penis out every chance she got – doing her best to discern whether I was showing ANY evidence of lying!

After a while the doorbell rang. More guests I thought. When the lady of the house opened the door, I heard "TREAT or TREAT!" being yelled by those at the door. Of course, I thought as I spied several younger costumed kids holding their bags out for candy – it's Halloween! I was so focused on my own problems I had almost forgotten that yearly ritual of trolling for candy. Being stuck at this party I realized I was going to miss out on all that fun.

After they left, my mom came up to me and ushered me towards our hostess who was putting the bowl of candy back onto the foyer table. "Why don't you let Petey do that?" she asked offering my services. "You should be attending to your guests."

"What a WONDERFUL idea," she said picking up the bowl and handing it to me. "It would truly be a blessing. Thanks, Petey!" she said as she rejoined the party.

I didn't have long to grasp the full significance of my new job as the door bell unexpectedly rang again. Stupidly I opened the door to hand out the candy. There standing before me was Kelly, a girl from my school escorting her two costumed younger brothers. "Why PETEY!" she said excitedly, "I . . . ah . . . just LOVE your costume!" I suddenly realized how I was dressed and my faced flushed a deep crimson.

I lowered the bowl in a vain attempt to conceal my nudity but I was too late. Kelly just giggled as her brothers grabbed at the candy trying to hoard as much as they could. "Somehow I pictured you . . . a little differently," she said openly trying to see around the bowl. My penis jumped at the realization that yet another classmate now knew what I looked like.

Before I could say anything, my mom walked over and I knew I had to try with all my might not to pop a boner. My mom noticed the now almost empty candy bowl after the hooligans had snagged most of its contents, and said, "I'll get you some more candy. Hold on. I'll be right back." She then grabbed the bowl out of my hands and disappeared back into the house leaving me totally exposed in front of Kelly! I just KNEW my mom had done that on purpose!!

I immediately saw Kelly's eyes drop to my penis sending shockwaves up my spine. She smiled and without looking up remarked quite plainly, "I thought boys your age had pubic hair by now." I don't think she was trying to insult me but rather just wondering out loud as if to confirm a previously held notion that teenagers all had hair. She looked up at me innocently and looked into my eyes. She then broke the silence by asking, "What are you supposed to be, anyway?"

"It was my mom's idea," I explained hoping she wouldn't think I was the pervert I really was. "I'm supposed to be the New Year's Baby – see Happy New Year 2006." I said pointing to my sash.

Then an amazing thing happened. Her expression changed to one of pity. "Gee," she said sympathetically. "If my mom ever made me do something like that I would just die!" I was beginning to think I had found a way of explaining myself if anyone else I knew happened to come by but that was not the case as she continued, "Still I can't wait to tell everybody at school that I saw you NAKED and HAIRLESS!" She then laughed out loud as my mother returned with a full bowl of candy.

The first thing my mom did was check out my penis to be sure I wasn't erect, which thankfully I wasn't. She then put the bowl on the foyer table and instructed, "Petey, you have to pace yourself as we don't have an unlimited supply of candy. Leave the bowl on this table and give each Trick-or-Treater TWO pieces of candy each, that's all. That way we'll have enough to last. I understand our host gets a ton of visitors each year. If you just hold out the bowl they'll clean you out in a hurry. Just give them two pieces each, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I understood alright. She wanted me completely exposed to anyone who came by. She didn't even want that little bowl to get in the way of anyone's view! She then left me alone again in front of my classmate.

"Come on, sis," one of the boys said. "We have to get a move on before all the good candy is gone!"

"OK," Kelly said disappointedly. "I hope to see more of you Petey," she said with a huge grin. "Oh wait, there ISN'T any more to see!" She then laughed all the more at her own wit. I wrinkled up my nose at her comment and shut the door.

In no time at all, the doorbell rang again. I swallowed hard and opened it once more. This time there was a group of younger kids all around 8 or so. They all shrieked with laughter as they saw me. "What a dork!" one young boy said followed quickly by his friend adding, "You should put that thing away, man. That's disgusting!" I grabbed a hand full of candy from the foyer table to dole out to them and as I turned back to face the door one kid squirted me with a can of silly string! His aim with the spray can was impeccable as he completely covered my penis with the stuff, leaving a large ball of the foam–like string sticking between my legs. At first I was mad but realized that he probably had done me favor as I was now at least covered. I tossed a couple of candies into each bag and they scurried off yelling wildly.

I didn't even have time to close the door when a young mom escorted her kids onto the porch. "TRICK or TREAT!" they said in unison. The mom focused on my privates still covered with gobs of purple silly string and smiled wide. "What an unusual costume," she said stifling a giggle. "Make it yourself?"

"No ma'am" I replied as I reached over to grab some candy under her constant staring. As I tossed the candy into the kid's bags I couldn't help but feel excited. I hate to admit it but that mom was VERY pretty. All of a sudden my penis just JUMPED to attention, flinging the silly string to the ground! There I was standing in front of this young mom with my penis now exposed and completely erect!!! Her mouth dropped open in utter amazement. My heart began racing as I began to worry what she might do or say. I wanted to run but there was no place to go! I was so embarrassed at popping a boner in front of this lady that words can't adequately describe how I felt.

She then raised her eyes up from my crotch and looked at me. "I'm so sorry." She said very apologetically as if what had happened was an accident or something. "I'm afraid I probably did that. I hope you aren't mad at me?" she stated sweetly. I just shook my head totally humiliated. "We'd best be going," she remarked now obviously uncomfortable herself. "I hope you don't get into trouble," she added as she hurried her kids to leave.
Man if she only knew! I thought. My first instinct was to quickly look over my shoulder while still facing outside to see if my mom was watching me. Mercifully she wasn't anywhere around. I still hadn't closed the door when Carol and Patty, two more of my classmates came up the sidewalk and I still had my boner!

"OH MY GAWD!" Carol said laughing heartily.

"Man are YOU brave," Patty said loudly, "Showing THAT THING of yours to us bold as brass."

"SHHH," I said in a panic. "Could you keep it down, please!"

"Why should we?" Patty asked smarting off.

I took a step closer and whispered, "Because if my mom catches me I a dead man, that's why!"

"GOOD!" Carol said plainly. "It would serve you right."

"No!" I said still whispering. "Look it's a long story . . ."

"It's not THAT long," Patty said chuckling.

"Cute," I said as I carefully grabbed some candy from the bowl. "Please, just trust me. It's not how it looks," I said trying to explain.

"I don't know, it looks pretty obvious to me. You're being a pervert!" Carol said seriously.

I had to do something so I lied. "Look some kids just left here and they played a trick on me and I was about to sneak back into the house before anyone saw me, but you came along."

"I can see how they might have stripped you but did they give you that boner too?" Party asked playfully.

"No . . ." I said lowering my head in shame. "You guys did that."

They both seemed pretty pleased with my admission. It must have appealed to their egos because Carol then said, "OK. We're sorry. We won't say anything more about it." Before I could thank them she added, "At least not tonight!" They both giggled and said, "See you at school! You owe us big time!"

I was teetering on the brink of disaster. I was still painfully erect and the thought of a steady stream of people coming to the door was sure to make it all but impossible for me to make it subside. I was sure to be caught! My mind raced to find a solution to my dilemma.

"PETEY," I heard my mom calling from the other room. "Come join us when you are done. We are about to play some games."

"Yes mom," I replied trying to keep my voice from trembling with fear. I had it now, I thought. I looked down and my pecker was still staring at me with that stupid one-eyed smile! Sometimes I just wish I was a girl instead of a boy! At least they can hide their arousals!! There was no escaping this time. I could see no way out. If I didn't go to join my mom soon she would come out and see what the hold up was. Either way she was going to catch me aroused and I would be in for it!

I decided just to go and face the music and take it like a man. I mentally was cursing myself and as I turned I banged my knee on the edge of the foyer table. "DAMN!" I yelled as I winced in pain. I don't know how many of you have ever hit your knee on a table but I can tell you it HURTS!

My mom came running around the corner at the sound of my profanity saying, "PETEY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" She found me grabbing my knee still cursing under my breath.

"What happened?" my mom asked me apprehensively.

"I banged my knee on that stupid table," I said curtly. It was then I realized that it was my mom standing in front of me! She didn't react at all to my erection, which surprised me. I looked down and saw that it had completely subsided. I guess the severe pain from my smacking the table caused it to go away. What a lucky break! It was a good thing, too. When I let go of my knee and looked up there was my mom checking out the condition of my penis. She seemed almost disappointed that all was as it was supposed to be. I got the distinct feeling that she really had thought she had caught me. I had dodged another bullet!

"Never mind," she said encouragingly. "Let's go play a game. I sure you'll enjoy this."

"What kind of game?" I asked as she led me out onto the patio.

"Pin the Tail on the Donkey," she replied.

"Aw mom, that's a KID'S game. Do I have to play?"

"Yes you do. You're the donkey," she said with a smile. "Our hostess doesn't want us to mark up her walls by hanging the paper donkey poster up and she's afraid the tape on the tails the kids will use will ruin her paint if they stick them all over the place. The kids all wanted to play so, I volunteered you."

I made a scowl and said, "How am I going to be the donkey?"

"Simple. You'll just stand in the middle of the room and the blindfolded kids will take turns and try to put their tail in the right place," she said laughing out loud. "The kid who places the tail closest to where it belongs will win. It should be fun!"

"Yeah for you," I said under my breath so she couldn't hear me. I figured this was just another attempt to trap me so she could whip the tar out of me. Well, I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I'll play her stupid little game, I thought.

I put on my best "happy-face" as we entered the patio. There outside were about a dozen kids all in costumes along with their moms. To my horror most of the moms were quite young! This wasn't going to be as easy as I had thought!

"Everyone, this is my son, Petey." She explained.

"Hi Petey," they cheerfully greeted me.

"Petey, here has graciously agreed to stand-in for the Donkey poster so the kids won't mark up these lovely walls." I could see many of the moms silently expressing their approval. "And isn't Petey's costume just ADORABLE?" My mom added much to my chagrin drawing everyone's attention to my lack of clothing. My mom received many compliments and comments on her originality which pleased her to no end. I just stood their enduring the mixture of glares and stares from all present.

Finally my mom placed me in the middle of the room facing the outdoors with most of the kids seated to my right and announced, "OK, let's begin. Petey you just stand here with your hands on your head. That will make if harder for the kids to cheat." I reluctantly did as she requested.

I saw her blindfold the first kid, a boy of about 7 and then proceeded to slowly turn him around a time or two before vaguely pointing him in my general direction. "Now don't move, Petey," my mother cautioned as she sent the kid on his way with the paper tail in his hand.

The kid stumbled around a bit groping with his outstretched hands in a furtive attempt to find me. After several missed attempts and some good-natured directions from the audience, he finally bumped into my backside. I cringed as I felt his hand feeling its way long my back until he arbitrarily stuck the tail squarely on my left butt cheek! Everyone applauded and praised his efforts. The kid then took off his blindfold. "Oh man! I missed," he exclaimed seeing that he was to the left of his intended spot. He took his seat as the tail was left dangling from my butt.

"Who's next?" my mom called out.

"ME!" said a girl of about 8. My mom then proceeded to blindfold her and repeat the same process all over again. Everyone was more vocal this time calling out course directions in an attempt to get the girl to the right spot. Of course, coming at me from my side made it more difficult for them to actually find me as I presented a thinner target. I guess that was why my mom positioned me the way she did. That and she could also see if I got aroused too, as opposed to me standing facing the wall hiding my penis from everyone's view.

The little girl bumped right into my side. She then immediately used her outstretched arms to try and discern where she was. Her left arm ran along my backside and gently down my butt and her right arm fondled my privates! I felt a strong urge down below and bit my inner lip to keep from getting erect! She giggled, I'm guessing because she finally was able to figure out which side my butt was on! She let go of my penis and moved around behind me. Her aim was poor however and placed her paper tail on my lower back. She too was disappointed when she saw her placement.

My mom then blindfolded another girl about the same age. She too had trouble getting oriented but the crowd soon had her going in the right direction before long. At the last minute she veered towards my front and almost passed me by. The crowed yelled, "TIFANNY STOP!!!"

The little girl stopped and took it upon her self to turn to her left putting her right squarely in front of me. She was much more reserved than the other two kids had been. Rather than feel around haphazardly seeking her target, she just extended her right hand with the paper tail in it and immediately stuck it to the first thing it happened to touch – my balls! As she pressed the tape against my skin securing the tail in place the crowd burst out laughing and I turned a deep red. I was too afraid of getting in trouble to react to what she had done so I just stood there and endured the paper tail stuck on my balls dangling between my legs! The longer I stood there motionless the louder the laughter grew embarrassing me all the more.

"Look where you put it?" Tiffany's mother said through her howling. The girl pulled off her blindfold and started laughing! "I got the wrong side!" she exclaimed and ran back towards her mom all embarrassed.

The next several kids, mostly boys, weren't very good at this game and ended up sticking their tails all over my back and upper legs. One even managed to get one right on my belly-button!

The last kid was a girl about 9. She had that determined look on her face that told me she was very competitive. Once blindfolded she immediately took off unwavering in her approach. I guess having watched all the others she had learned from their mistakes and she wasn't going to repeat them. In no time at all she was standing right behind me. "HEY!" I yelled as I felt her worming her hand between my butt cheeks!

"HOLD STILL, PETEY!" my mother commanded.

The little girl squired around until she placed the tail right squarely on my asshole! My penis jerked to half-mast at the sensation of her fingers probing around back there! My mom squinted her eyes as she noticed my now semi-erect member. I could tell she was eagerly awaiting the inevitable to happen but I was determined to deprive her of that joy.

"PERFECT!" I heard the little munchkin announce with pride. She then took off her blindfold and yelled, "I WIN! I got it right on his butt hole!!!"

"AMANDA, that's not nice," her mother said in a weak attempt to correct her child's language. Everyone else just laughed.

"Amanda is the winner," My mom announced to the applause of everyone present. My mom made me pose with Amanda for a victory picture. Naturally she had me stand with my butt facing the camera as she pointed to her tail which was still protruding from between my butt cheeks. I couldn't believe the adults were openly tolerating all this. I guess when people get into a large group they lose all common sense and just go with the flow. My mom had me walk around with those stupid tails still stuck all over me as if they were some kind of honor badges or something. As refreshments were served many of the mothers engaged me in conversation.

"I really like your costume," one mom said as she winked at me. "You look so good in it."

"Thank you," I murmured. As each person young and old conversed with me I was reminded that my naked body was the reason I was so popular. I wondered how many of them would have given me the time of day if I was wearing a superman costume. The fact that my nudity was the key to popularity was not lost on me for many years.

Later on the way home my mom complimented me on my conduct at the party. "Well, Petey. You surprised me tonight. I'm glad you have such a healthy self-image. From now on it's OK for you to go without clothes at home or at other places you feel appropriate. At least you won't grow up with as many hang-ups as my generation did."

Great, I thought. That's all I needed – more nudity time at home.