The Boy Trap Part 2

The Boy Trap Part 2
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 Two

Portia stopped her brother Peter as he dashed out of his room. "Where are you rushing off to?" she asked.

"I'm meeting Brendan and Ricky at the park!" he replied.

"Fine, but you're going to bring them back here afterwards," Portia said.

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Or should I call Effie and tell her to start e-mailing her photos?"

Peter's face flushed as he remembered the nude photos of him that Effie and Linda had taken the night before. "No, don't do that!"

"You promised to do whatever I said last night! Have you changed your mind?"

Peter shook his head vigorously. "No, no! I'll bring them home after we're done playing. But why do you want them here?"

"Because I'm going to invite Effie and Linda over, but you're not going to tell them that. In fact, you'll tell the boys that no one is home. Then you're going to do whatever it takes to get them to strip naked in our backyard."

"How am I going to get them to do that?"

"Be creative. Just make sure they put all of their clothes in the plastic laundry bin that I'll leave by the side door. And make sure the bin stays right by the door, got it?"

"I can't get two guys to strip outdoors!" Peter protested.

"I hope that's not true, because I would even feel a little bad for you once Effie sends those photos out. They'll probably even end up passed out to girls you haven't met yet!"

"O.K., O.K.! You made your point! We'll be in the backyard at lunchtime!" Peter cried, as he raced to the park.

Portia phoned Linda and Effie and let them in on her plans.

Peter arrived back home with 11-year-old Ricky and his 13-year-old brother Brendan at 12:30. Effie and Linda were hiding behind a closed door in the laundry room, which was a few feet from the side door leading to the backyard. The three boys walked into the living room and Peter scooped up his deck of playing cards from the coffee table. He was startled to see Portia walk in from the kitchen.

"I thought you were going out!" he cried.

"I am!" Portia replied. "Effie and Linda were supposed to meet me here for lunch but they got held up so now I have to meet them at the mall. It sucks because I ordered a pizza and was just delivered a few minutes ago!"

"Pizza?" Peter asked.

Portia saw Brendan and Ricky's ears perk up. "I guess you guys can eat the pizza if you want, but only if you promise to take it out to the backyard. I just cleaned the kitchen and I don't want you guys messing it up while I'm gone!"

"Sure!" Peter exclaimed.

Brendan and Ricky rushed into the kitchen. Brendan grabbed the pizza box while Ricky took some sodas from the refrigerator and both boys darted outside into the backyard.

Portia pulled Peter aside and said, "Remember, make sure their clothes go in the bin by the side door!"

Peter nodded and rushed outside to make sure there was still some pizza left for him. "Hey, save some for me, guys!" he cried.

"This is an awesome pizza! It's still hot, too!" Ricky said.

"Yeah, we should thank your sister," Brendan added.

"Too late; she's on her way to the mall and won't be home before dinner," Peter lied. "We have the whole house to ourselves for the next six hours!"

"What do you want to do after lunch?" Brendan asked.

Peter pulled out his deck of cards and replied, "Let's play poker."

"That's boring," Brendan said.

"Besides, we don't have any money to bet with," Ricky added.

"It's not boring; you're just scared I'll beat you again!" Peter replied.

"I ain't scared of a little kid like you. You just got lucky last time," Brendan said.

"Naw, you're scared; I can tell, or else you'd play. Chicken!" Peter said.

"Hey guys, it's not worth fighting over since we don't have anything to bet with," Ricky said.

"And I'm not scared to play you!" Brendan said. "I'd play right now if I had any money on me."

"Fine!" Peter said. "Prove it! We don't need money to play poker. We can play strip poker, right here, right now. Unless you and your brother are too chicken!"

Brendan looked at Ricky, and then said, "O.K., we'll play strip poker. Let's toss the pizza box in the trash and go up to your room."

Peter held up the deck of cards. "Let's play right here, right now!"

"We can't strip outside!" Ricky cried.

"Why not?" Peter asked. "The backyard is fenced in; no one can see us. My sister will be the first one home, and even she won't be home for hours."

"Yeah, but still—" Ricky began.

Peter waved his arms and made clucking sounds.

"Fine, we'll pay here!" Brendan shouted. "Go ahead and deal!"

"One thing," Peter added. "Each time someone loses a piece of clothing, they have to walk all the way to the side door and toss it into that plastic clothes bin."

Brendan laughed. "O.K., no problem. The more trips you make to the bin, the more embarrassed you're going to be! But shoes and socks can only be bet as a pair."

The boys agreed to the conditions and Peter dealt the first hand. Brendan won and Peter and Ricky removed their shoes and carried them to the bin. Peter won the next hand, so Brendan took off his shoes while Ricky slipped off his socks. The two boys raced to drop the discarded items into the bin and then resumed playing. Ricky won the third hand, and he watched Brendan and Peter pull off their socks and carry them to the bin. The three barefoot boys were tied as they started the fourth hand.

Ricky won again, and Brendan and Peter took off their shirts and headed off to the bin. On the next hand, Brendan got a full house and Ricky took off his shirt. Peter stood up and unzipped his jeans. He stepped out of them and carried his jeans to the bin where Ricky had deposited his shirt.

"You should save yourself the trip and just toss those tighty-whities in the bin too!" Brendan cried, as Peter returned.

Peter gulped. Brendan and his brother still had their pants and underwear on. Peter realized that if either one of them won the next hand, he would be the one left naked!

"Can you see anything?" Linda asked Effie.

Effie was hunched over the laundry room windowsill. "Yeah, the zoom lens on this camera is fantastic!" She refocused the camera. "Hey, Portia, your brother's down to his undies but the other guys are still dressed."

"Well, if Peter loses, we'll have to switch to plan 'B'," Portia replied. "But let's see how the game plays out!"

Peter took a deep breath and dealt the cards. Luck was with him and he won. Brendan and Ricky stripped off their jeans and carried them to the bin. The brothers returned wearing only their boxers. All three boys anxiously awaited the next hand, knowing that two of them would be stripping completely nude. Peter dealt the final hand.

Ricky took two cards. Brendan took three. Peter kept his hand, making the other boys extremely nervous.

"What do you say we raise the stakes for the final hand?" Peter said, glancing at his hand.

"What do you mean?" Ricky asked.

"How about if the losers not only have to toss their underwear in the bin but also have to run up and down the block?" Peter replied.

"Are you crazy?" Brendan cried. "Run naked down the street? In the afternoon?"

"Only if you lose," Peter replied. "Unless you're chicken."

"No way, I ain't doing it!" Ricky said. "We play like we agreed!"

"Hey, it's poker and the rules are that I can raise the stakes. It's up to you to meet them or fold!" Peter replied.

"Is that true?" Ricky asked his older brother.

Brendan wasn't sure but he didn't want to be proven wrong in front of his brother. He expected that Peter might come running out of the house later with a rulebook on poker. "Uh, I guess," Brendan answered.

"Then I fold!" Ricky cried, tossing down his cards.

"Me too!" Brendan said, not wanting to chance being the only boy to have to streak down the street.

"Then hurry up and toss your boxers into the bin!" Peter replied smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"So show us your cards first," Ricky said.

"What's it matter now? You already folded. I won," Peter replied.

"He's right, let's just get this over with," Brendan said, stripping off his boxers.

Ricky followed his brother's lead and pulled his boxers off. The two boys raced to the bin, tossed their underwear inside and raced back. Peter stared at his cards and sighed, thankful that his bluff had worked!

Portia opened the side door and pulled the bin inside the house. She emptied the contents of the bin into the washing machine and turned it on. "Even if the boys find them, they'll be too wet to wear!" she said.

Effie and Linda giggled.

"I think it's time to greet the boys," Effie said. "Last one out be sure to lock the door behind us so they can't get inside the house!"

Brendan stood nude next to his brother. "O.K., Peter, we stripped; now we're going to get dressed again," he said.

"Shit!" Ricky cried, as Portia, Effie, and Linda stepped out. "There's girls coming out of the house!"

"Fuck, the bin's gone too! Our clothes are gone!" Brendan cried.

Panicked, the boys looked around the yard for a place to hide but found nowhere.

"Let's head out front!" Ricky shouted.

"Are you crazy? Into the street? Besides, they'll just follow us!" Brendan replied.

"Have you got a better idea?" Ricky asked.

Brendan replied, "We'll have to charge right past them, rush into the house and into Peter's room and lock the door behind us!"

Ricky nodded and the two boys covered their crotches with their hands and ran toward the side door. The girls made no attempt to stop them and even stepped out of their way. A moment later, the boys discovered why.

"It's locked!" Brendan cried, pulling on the doorknob.

"That's right!" Effie said. "And we aren't telling you where the key is, except to say we hid it earlier somewhere in front of the house. But feel free to go around the front and start searching."

The boys looked at each other. Neither one wanted to be seen naked in the front yard on a scavenger hunt for a hidden key.

Portia approached Peter. "Give me your underwear too."

Reluctantly, Peter peeled off his briefs and handed them to his sister, She tossed them over the fence into a neighbor's yard.

"In case any of you are thinking of climbing the fence, you should know that the neighbors on both sides have girls and their bedroom windows face their backyards," Portia said.

Peter nodded. "It's true. I always see the girls looking out their windows."

"And since the side door is locked, you boys aren't going inside the house," Portia added. "So unless you want to walk home naked in broad daylight, you'd better promise to do everything we say. Understand?"

Ricky looked at Brendan and asked, "What do we do?"

The older boy considered their options and decided that they really didn't have any. "We can't leave the backyard nude. We're trapped here! We'll have to go along with them to get our clothes back!" Brendan concluded.

The girls flashed each other toothy smiles and high-fived each other. The boy trap had worked!

All three girls whipped out their cameras and shot pictures of the embarrassed nude boys covering themselves.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Brendan cried.

"You boys look so cute hiding your little wee-wees that we want to take some photos!" Linda said.

"You got a problem with the photos, you can leave anytime!" Effie said. None of the boys moved. "I thought not. Now get your hands behind your heads!" she ordered.

Peter immediately did as he was told. Ricky looked at Brendan, who reluctantly removed his hands from his groin and placed them behind his head, revealing a large cock buried in a mound of pubic hair. Ricky followed suit, revealing his smaller, hairless dick.

The girls fired off a barrage of snapshots as the three boys stood helplessly with their hands behind their heads.

"All right, boys. Get on your knees," Effie ordered and the three boys obeyed. "Not you, Peter. You stand in front of Ricky and turn to face us."

Peter turned, leaving Ricky's face inches from his butt.

"Ew, gross!" Ricky cried. "Get your butt out of my face."

Portia and Linda laughed. Effie smiled wickedly. "Get your cameras ready, girls," Effie said. "Ricky's going to kiss Peter's ass!"

"What? No way!" Ricky exclaimed.

"You do what we say or you can leave now," Portia said. "It's my house. I can tell you to go home anytime. How far will you have to run home nude?"

Ricky pouted. "That's not fair!"

"Go home," Portia said. "I don't want you in my backyard anymore."

Ricky's face reflected his panic as he realized he was about to be cast out into the street naked. "No, please let me stay. I'll do it. I'll kiss your brother's ass!"

Portia grinned. "Well? We're waiting."

Ricky leaned forward and pressed his lips to the younger boy's butt cheek. He closed his eyes but he still heard the cameras clicking.

"I got some good shots," Linda said.

The girls laughed. "Your turn, Brendan," Effie said.

"Hell no!" Brendan replied. "I'm not kissing a 10-year-old's butt!"

Effie was surprised by the challenge to her authority. At 13, Brendan was the oldest one there and he knew it. "Fine," Effie said. "Girls, grab him! You too, Peter."

Portia and Linda grabbed Brendan's arms and Peter put him in a headlock. "Drag him to the gate," Effie ordered. The kids shoved and pulled the struggling boy and pushed him outside the gate. Portia locked the latch in place.

"Hey!" Brendan cried. "Let me back in!"

"Sorry, you refused to do what we told you. Go home," Effie said.

"You know I can't walk home like this! I'm naked. At least give me back my clothes,"

"Your clothes are inside the house. We would have given them back to you but it's too late now. Go home," Portia shouted through the gate.

Brendan panicked. He realized that the girls were serious. He wasn't getting his clothes back. He was standing nude outside where anyone might see him. He had two choices: walk to the sidewalk and run several blocks to his own house, where he was sure to be spotted by every kid in the neighborhood, or beg the girls to let him back into the relative seclusion of Portia's yard. Three minutes later, a more subdued Brendan was back in the backyard, on his knees, facing Peter's butt. The girls readied their cameras.

"Have you learned to do what you're told?" Effie asked.

Brendan nodded. "I'll kiss Peter's ass," he replied softly.

"No," Effie said. "That was before you caused us all that trouble. Turn around, Peter."

Peter turned to face the boy on his knees. His hairless dick flopped as he turned, brushing against Brendan's nose.

"Hey, get your dick out of my face!" Brendan cried.

Effie laughed. "But that's the whole idea! How else can you kiss it?"

Brendan was horrified. "I agreed to kiss his butt, not his dick!"

Effie shook her head. "You agreed to do as you were told. I should make you do both."

Brendan grew quiet, realizing that he was at her mercy. What if she did tell him to kiss both Peter's dick and his ass? If he wanted his clothes back, he would have to do it. He decided to humor her instead of antagonizing her. Maybe if he did what she wanted, she would be satisfied and give back their clothes, he thought. "All right, I'll do it if you give us back our clothes right after that."

"We make the rules here," Portia replied. "You do what we say in my backyard or you go home."

Brendan nodded. He knew he was defeated. The girls smiled; the boy trap had worked again.

Brendan leaned forward and kissed the tip of Peter's dick. The 13-year-old's humiliation deepened as he heard the click of the cameras.

"I need a better shot," Linda complained. "Put his dick in your lips and face the camera."

Reluctantly, Brendan did as he was told.

"Perfect!" Linda shouted, showing her picture to Portia and Effie. She bent down and showed Brendan.

Brendan was horrified to see himself posing with a younger boy's dick in his mouth. It was a clear shot and his face was not merely visible: it was unmistakably him. If any of his friends ever saw that photo, his life would be ruined.

"Peter, give your friend Ricky a big hug and a kiss," Portia told her brother.

Peter gulped and walked over to Ricky, who knew what was about to occur but offered no resistance. The girls giggled as Peter hugged the 11-year-old boy and fondled his ass before awkwardly kissing him.

"French kiss, boys!" Portia shouted. "Work those tongues."

Linda could not believe they were watching two nude boys kissing and making out. She was so amazed that she almost forgot to snap her photos.

"All right, boys," Portia said. "The key is under the doormat by the front door. One of you is going to have to streak in front of the house to get it but you can come in the front door. You'll find your clothes in the washing machine. You can dry them in our dryer or wear them home wet. I don't care. We're going to Effie's house to download our photos."

Effie leaned over to Brendan and his brother. "By the way, remember that we have these photos of everything you guys did today."

The two boys absorbed her words. Brendan was terrified. "Please! If anyone sees those photos—"

"What if we delete them; after we've had a good laugh looking at them, of course?" Effie asked. "Would you agree to help us in exchange?" "Help you what?" Brendan asked.

"Help us trap boys naked. You help us get some boys trapped naked and we'll delete all the photos we took today. Deal?" Effie asked.

Brendan thought about it. "How do I know you'll really delete the photos?"

"We won't need yours if you get us some hotter boys," Linda answered.

Brendan was both insulted and relieved. Her explanation made sense. "All right, deal."

The girls grinned, as they plotted who would be their next victim in the boy trap.