Strip Poke-Him 1

By Gerste

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PART I

Simon Ditthers was a very attractive, blond nine y.o. boy with slender build and nordic features. The girls in his school all had a crush on him. One day, 12 of his female classmates rigged a game of poker and invited him to Jenny's house to play (Jenny Holdser was 9 as well). When Simon arrived at 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon, having ridden his bike two miles from home to get there, he was surprised when Jenny announced that the game was going to be STRIP poker.

Simon was a very modest boy, and so felt some anxiety at being seen naked, especially by girls. Jenny had foreseen this contingency and decided to entice him through money:

Jenny: "Simon, each of us girls have put in 5$, and the winner gets the pot. Since you had not been privy to this ahead of time, you do not put in. So are you ready to play?"

Simon thought about it. 60 $ was a lot of money for a 9 y.o. boy, and he could always quit if he seemed to be losing, so he craftily nodded, "Sure, I'll play." Simon had no intention of stripping down to nothing, or even his underwear, however. His "agreement" was all subterfuge.

Jenny: "Very well, then. Here are the rules: We are girls and have more to hide than you, a boy, who has nothing to hide. So we can only strip to our bra and panties, while you must be able to strip off everything. Is that clear?"

Simon was slightly taken aback at her effrontery. How could that be fair? But then he looked at the 60$ across the room, sitting in a hat, and decided to go with his original duplicitous plan.

"Sure," he said, insincerely.

Jenny: "Rule number two: only one person wins each round; the rest must forfeit an article of clothing, except for boys [namely, Simon], who forfeit two. Understand so far?"

Again, Simon was struck by the glaring double standard before him, but still he maintained his lying composure and nodded, gulping involuntarily.

"Very good. Rule number three: everyone must play to the end and whoever becomes naked first [which the girls could never become at all] must stand while the others play. HE is not to leave. OK?"

Simon didn't like where this was going, but he would pull out before that time, he thought. In any case, he had nothing to lose. No way could these girls get away with enforcing such a "rule." So again he kept his poker face and "agreed."

Jenny: "Alright, let us start."

Simon wore 2 shoes, 2 socks, and one pants, shirt and underwear: 7 articles of clothing in all. By contrast, the girls wore, unbeknownst to Simon, several pairs of socks and shirts, and a lot of jewelry, which each counted as an article of clothing, according to Jenny's tendentious rules. After 3 rounds of losses, the girls were still fully clothed, minus a few pieces of jewelry, and Simon was now faced with forfeiting both his shirt and pants. All eyes were on him.

Simon: "No way, I quit. You can have your lousy money. I think it's time for me to go anyways." (It was 2:00.)

Jenny: "Simon, you agreed to the rules."

Simon: "Good luck getting any grown up to go along with that. Sorry girls. I'm outta here."

Jenny: "Like hell. Get him, girls."

At that, the whole lot of them fell on him and stripped him as he tried to fight them off, swearing all the while. The noise alerted Jenny's mother, who came barreling down the stairs, into the basement room where they were. There he was, naked in the midst of the girls, doubled over to preserve his modesty from the prying eyes, and the girls forming a gaunlet as Mrs. Holdser approached the seamy scene.

Mrs. Holdser: "What is the meaning of this?"
Assured of the justice of his cause, Simon thought he would be vindicated and have his clothes back, while the girls would simply be in trouble for stripping him.

Jenny: "Mom, we were playing strip poker and Simon refused to strip."

Mrs. Holdser: "Now girls, you know very well that it is improper for you to strip naked in front of a boy."

Jenny: "We weren't, mother, we were only going to strip to our underwear. But we wore so many clothes, that would never have happened anyways."

Mrs. Holdser: "Still, it would be improper for you to strip to your underwear in front of a boy. But it's OK for him to be naked. He's a boy. He has nothing to hide."

Simon was shocked. He answered, "Mrs. Holdser, even by the rules, I still would have been down to my underwear. I should have just surrendered my shirt and pants. They had no right to strip me. Can I get my pants now?" Simon, still crouching over to hide his modesty, began to sob.

Mrs. Holdser looked sternly at him and said, "No, I don't care if they stripped you. You wanted to see them naked, so now they get to see you naked. Stand up and stop hiding that penis of yours. Let everyone have a good look."

Simon, sobbing even harder: "No. Fuck you. Fuck all of you! I'm telling my mom! Where's the FUCKING phone?"

Mrs. Holdser: "That's unbecoming a little gentlemen, you swearing like that. Very well, I'll get the phone so you can talk to your mother. But your pants and clothing stay off. Right girls?"

The girls put on a histrionic display of innocence as they began to giggle and say things like, "Yeah, we don't know what happened to his clothes anyways."

Mrs. Holdser: "Right, now you girls enjoy yourselves while I get the phone. The rope is over there on the bench." With that, she left the room and the girls grabbed Simon and bound his hands behind his back. His "privates" were now on public display as each girl probed his whole body with their hands, especially his anus, penis and scrotum. A camera came out of nowhere, and digital pictures were being taken of his whole body, often with close-up emphasis on his genitalia and anus from all angles. They made sure to get his face in many of the shots. Mrs. Holdser came back to announce, 45 minutes later, that she couldn't find the phone, as she walked right up to an angry and weepy looking Simon, and began to examine every inch of him herself. He developed an involuntary erection from all this palpitation, and someone decided to measure his erect penis. "Wow, it's a whole seven and a half inches," it was announced. Simon was quite endowed. After about 20 minutes, Mrs. Holdser, who commended the girls for taking pictures ("we should make sure everyone of your classmates sees these," she said), decided to go and "look for" the phone again. When she re-appeared, she had the phone in hand and held it out to Simon.

Simon: "I can't grab it with my hands tied behind my back, you fucking idiot. You bitch!!!"

Mrs. Holdser: "I'll make sure your mother finds out how you have been acting, young man." She then dialed the phone and held it up to his ear, while she felt him up with her other hand. She had "stiff" competition from the other little hands also feeling him up. The phone rang and Simon's mother, Mrs. Ditthers, picked up. A tearful and distraught Simon Ditthers then apprised his mother of the situation, expecting her to demand to speak with Mrs. Holdser at once and demand she give him back his clothes before she calls 911. What Simon heard, instead, took his breath away:

Mrs. Holdser: "Now Simon, Mrs. Holdser and I have discussed your excessive modesty problem and have decided that this is for your own good. Some things are about to change for you, young man, so you had better get used to being naked. I doubt you can even find your clothes right now, since we both agreed ahead of time that Mrs. Holdser could throw away your clothes so you could walk home naked. Your dad also agreed to this. You're a boy, son, and boys don't need modesty. Modesty is for girls. Now let those girls have a good feel of your body, as many will, I assure you, and stop tying up the line. I expect you to walk home naked around 3:00, OK?"

Simon was aghast. Did she really just say all that? The phone went dead as she hung up.

Simon looked at Mrs. Holdser, as she was busy feeling him up and checking out his anus (which felt sore after everyone had been digitally penetrating it). He plaintively asked for at least a ride home. "No," she shot back, "I want the whole city to see your big penis and testicles, and to have a feel."

Simon: "But it's a long walk, and I have to leave by 3:00" (it was 3:15).

Mrs. Holdser: "Well, then you had better leave right away. Your hands remain tied. You can pick up your bike some other time. It's all been arranged."

End of Part I

(The End)