Beatdown Part 1

Beatdown Part 1
By Kylie

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 1

Justin knew Troutman would be waiting for him after school. Troutman had been threatening the 14-year-old all day, telling him in detail how he was going to get the ass-beating of his life. Troutman and his friends could be waiting anywhere along the route home, ready to jump out from behind some bushes and ambush him. But Justin decided to outsmart them. He decided to head in the opposite direction, cut through the broken wood fence into the abandoned lot where the old general store used to be, and exit onto Plymouth Road, which would curve around and lead him home.

Justin pulled back a plank and slid through the fence. He laughed, wondering how long Troutman and his friends would wait hiding in the bushes before they finally realized he'd outsmarted them. Justin smiled, wishing he could see the look on Troutman's face. Just then, he got his wish, as Troutman stepped out from what was left of the abandoned general store. Justin turned to run and found his path blocked by two of Troutman's friends.

"Your ass is mine now," Troutman said. "You're about to get the worst beatdown the school has ever seen."

"Dead meat!" the boy behind him said, nodding his head in agreement.

"No mercy!" the other boy added.

"Please don't hurt me!" Justin pleaded.

"Beg. Get on your knees, put your hands behind your head and beg us," Troutman ordered. Justin dropped to his knees, hands behind his head, and began begging. "Hey, come out and look at this!" Troutman shouted.

Four girls came out from the abandoned store – Ashley, Britt, Kellie, and Troutman's girlfriend Jenna. Justin felt humiliated having to beg on his knees in front of girls from his class, but he knew a bully like Troutman would like nothing better than the chance to turn him into pulp, and no one was going to come by the abandoned lot to save him. Justin repeated his pleas for mercy.

"I swore I was going to kick your ass today. I can't go back on my word," Troutman said. "Do you think I'm a liar?"

Justin wasn't sure how to respond. "No, you're not a liar, but please don't kick my ass."

Jenna smiled. "You wouldn't beat up an unarmed man, would you?" she asked Troutman.

"I'm unarmed too," Troutman replied. "So what?"

"Well, what if he was naked? Would you beat up an unarmed naked boy?"

Troutman looked Justin in the eye. "I guess it wouldn't be fair to beat up an unarmed naked boy. But he ain't naked so it don't matter."

Jenna turned to Justin. "See, he won't beat up a naked boy. All you have to do is strip and he'll keep his word."

"How do I know he won't beat me up anyway?" Justin asked.

"Because I'm his girlfriend and he won't lie to me."

"I can't strip in front of you girls." Justin looked around. Troutman was impatiently pounding his fist into his hand. "O.K., if the girls leave, I'll do it."

"You do what you want, but we're not going anywhere," Jenna said. Ashley was smiling and Britt reached into her pocket and pulled out her camera.

"Beatdown or bare-assed, either way I've got you covered," Britt said, snapping of a shot of Justin's terrified face.

"If we wanted to we could strip you right now, but I'd rather give you the beatdown I promised and see how long it takes you to start crying like a baby," Troutman said. "Don't worry. No one here is going to strip you. It's all up to you."

"Boy, after what happened to the Summers kid last semester, if I was you I'd be nude already," Kellie said. Justin remembered the terrible beating the Summers boy got before he transferred to another school.

"Time's up," Troutman said. "It's ass-kicking time."

"Wait!" Justin cried. "I'll do it!" Justin pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground.

"Pick up your shirt and hand it to Kellie," Troutman ordered. Justin complied. "Each time you take something off, hand it to one of the girls. And say 'I want you to have this as a gift.'"

Justin took off his left shoe and handed it to Ashley. "I want you to have this as a gift." Then he removed his right shoe and gave it to Britt. "I want you to have this as a gift." He pulled off his left sock and offered it to Jenna. "I want you to have this as a gift." The right sock he gave to Kellie. "I want you to have this as a gift." Justin was down to his jeans and underwear.

"Oh, by the way, you're not an Indian-giver, are you?" Troutman asked. "Because you know once you give a gift you shouldn't ask for it back."

Justin froze. He realized Troutman was implying that he wasn't getting his shirt, shoes, or socks back. He had to decide if he wanted to continue stripping and walk all the way home naked or fight a losing battle but keep his pants. Go home half-naked and beaten up or completely naked in one piece.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Ashley asked.

Justin unbuckled his pants. Britt snapped a picture. Justin unzipped his fly. His white briefs were visible. "Please Troutman, don't make me do this. I'll do anything, please," he said.

"No one's making you do nothing. Whatever you do is your choice." Troutman smiled. Justin knew what he had to do. He reached into the sides of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, then slowly stepped out of them. He handed them to Ashley. "I want you to have this as a gift," he told her, realizing he would not be getting his pants back.

Britt snapped a few shots of Justin standing in his cotton white briefs. She knew the next minutes were going to be the most humiliating of Justin's life and she wanted to capture them. She hadn't really believed Jenna when she told her that she'd be taking pictures of Justin stripping for them but here it was, happening exactly the way Jenna had promised. Justin looked like he might cry at any moment. He stuck his thumbs inside the waistband of his brief and yanked them down, quickly stepping out of them. "I want you to have this as a gift," he said, handing his underwear to Jenna. The girls giggled uncontrollably as Justin stood naked, trying to cover himself with his hands.