Sean Fraser's Predicament

Sean Fraser's Predicament 2

By Ritchie Moore

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15-year-old Sean Fraser loses his trousers and underpants when a prank goes wrong, and the embarrassing consequences keep on getting more serious.

Part Two

By the end of the third day he was beginning to feel used to his nudity, and bore the lustful glances of those girls with stoic indifference. He thought. Alison wasn’t teasing him, and in fact his relations with his brat of a sister were fairly good, which surprised both of them. He had been able to confine himself to his room when his mother’s friends dropped by, and thankfully Alison’s cronies had kept away, though he had no idea why.

He found out on the fourth day.

“Mum, I wanted to remind you—”

“What about, dear?”

“It’s my camera club. You remember, we set up a screen in the basement and have a show. When it was my turn last time we had about a dozen girls.”

“Oh yes, I remember. It’s your turn again, eh? When is it?”

“It’s this weekend. It is all right, isn’t it, we can have coffee and things down there....”

“Oh yes, that’s fine. But then wait a bit, ... wait. We can’t put them off, can we, because of Sean’s punishment?”

She looked at her daughter, and felt an inner amusement. The little hussy was up to her tricks again. All the same....

“Not really! So that’s just too bad! I don’t see why we should backtrack. I know the girls would be disappointed not to have a meeting, so what the heck! I think,” she added with the hint of a smile, “that you might warn your brother about it. And don’t take no for an answer. He has nothing to say about it.” She went off with a quiet chuckle, and Alison grinned in anticipation.

“I’m going to tell them tomorrow that it’s on,” she said to an angry sibling shortly after. “They’ll be pleased.”

“I bet. I bet they will! The fucking—“

“Naughty! Will Dad spank you again for swearing? You watch yourself, dear brother! What if I tell on you? And don’t say they won’t believe me. I somehow think they’ll be quite ready to give me, not you, the benefit of the doubt. So keep your nose clean, as I said last time. No spanks. Of course you’ll still be nuding it, won’t you?”

He glared at her in impotent fury, with a cold shiver. Yes, he’d be nude again, with an audience! Not just his ratty sister, but a ... what? Christ, he was sure there had been a dozen or so whooping it up downstairs last time. All right, he’d just absent himself for the day. Fuck them.

The next day he was sure he saw more gleeful looks from Alison’s friends, and he realised the word was going round about Sunday’s treat. Well, fuck them. He’d be going out, coming back later than usual, when the gang would be downstairs looking at pictures. No bother. Strip quickly, up to his room. No problem. No problem.

On Sunday afternoon twenty-two girls showed up, in ones and twos and threes, to be sent down to the basement den where the screen awaited them. Jo Fraser had to smile as she saw the controlled excitement of the group, guessing that the numbers had suddenly swelled when told of the coming entertainment. Sean of course was nowhere to be seen, and if he missed the party it was too bad, but it might be a good thing to disappoint Alison in her shenanigans.

After an hour of photography the doorbell rang, and Alison dashed upstairs to welcome some late arrivals, who were apologising for their lateness, but told they were just in time for coffee and cake, there were still some photos to be seen. Then—

Sean had been congratulating himself on his plan, but he had just come through the door when he saw with a shock of horror that the hall was full of girls, half a dozen at least, who had seemingly just arrived. The girls made no move to leave, but instead turned to him with disbelieving grins and waited, so he choked back a sob and had to take his clothes off in the hall in front of them, in front of a laughing crowd of girls. Trying to shield himself till he could run upstairs, he was aghast to hear from his mother that he could make himself useful by taking down the coffee. This meant, as he found out before, that he couldn’t cover himself even if his parents allowed it (and there was the unspoken threat of a spanking too), so he went down the stairs bearing the coffee pot and baring his privates and blushing furiously. Down there he was greeted with enthusiasm and kept for a bit to serve the coffee, then sent up for biscuits, down again, at which point there were twenty-three cameras at the ready to enshrine his nudity in silver nitrate, or such. Why not use him as a model? Oh yes! So when he had served them all and was able to cover his penis he was given no respite from their attention, but put through several poses, and the girls, in putting him in various positions, laid their hands on his trembling body, so in a short while he found he was developing an erection – oh God! He broke away and covered himself and yelled he needed to pee, so he was able to get upstairs and escape. At tea time he tried complaining to his folks but they weren’t too sympathetic. (You’ll get used to it! Enjoy it!)

At least, he consoled himself, he had been able to control himself, escaping at the first hint of an erection. But that was small comfort. They’d seen his balls and his bum, all of them, they’d all taken umpteen pictures of his attractive nudity, and Christ they’d be showing them all round! Could things get worse? Oh yes.

His mother dropped the bombshell that evening – his aunt Doreen, dad’s sister, was coming to visit with her three daughters, for a whole month. Wasn’t that nice? He choked and envisioned a state of constant arousal for four fucking weeks!

“I see no reason to stop the system,” said his mother. “It’s not as if they’re too young to be exposed to you. Sheila is twelve now, isn’t she, and the twins are fourteen I think. They’ll be fine.”

“And what about me?” howled Sean.

“Oh well, it’ll just be another moment of ... acclimation, I think that’s the word I’m after. Getting inured to your situation. All right?”

It was not all right, but he couldn’t win the argument.

On the Monday his mother told him that she’d written to her sister-in-law to tell her her visit was eagerly anticipated by all concerned, and also warning her that the household arrangements had changed a little bit but she was not to be perturbed, nor the cousins be offended. Sean sighed and hoped against hope that aunt Doreen would think it an impossible situation and cancel. And it was against hope, as he found a week later.

The girls at school continued to stare at him lasciviously, and there were more of them of course now – the original six friends and the other seventeen from the camera club. Sean had the awful idea that little by little the experienced group would grow, till every bloody girl in the bloody school would be familiar with his prick, flaccid and erect. He told himself, in moments of sanity, that this was just paranoia, but then a giggle as he passed brought it all back and he blushed and looked at the floor. It was a trying week, but that Friday he doffed his clothes in the hall and was on his way upstairs when his mother called out to him to come to the kitchen. There he found her on the phone, and was deflated to hear she was talking to her sister-in-law, who was certainly coming to stay. “Say hello!”

He took the receiver and stammered “H-hello, Aunt Doreen. H-how are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine, Sean, and I hope all is well at your house! We’re all looking forward to seeing you.” Oh God, seeing me! All of me!

“We’ll be arriving on Saturday night, about six I suppose. See you then. I bet we’ll spend the evening filling you in on what we’ve been up to, and you can tell us about your adventures.”
Oh God, sitting with them all evening naked, talking! And they looking at me. And oh Christ Dad said not to cover up! It’ll be torture!
He muttered something and gave the phone to his mother, who resumed her conversation.

“Oh yes, Doreen, I did say our household had a bit of a new feature. I should tell you now, be explicit, before you come, so that it doesn’t turn out an awful surprise.”

He looked at her pleadingly. Surely she was going to be told it wouldn’t do? Surely she’d suggest it wouldn’t do? No such luck.

“That’s it, Doreen. He’s a nudist at home. ... Yes, I thought you’d understand. ... No, I don’t know that we’ll manage to have him nude outside, though that’d be nice ... we’re forecast a really good summer for a change. Maybe sunbathe on the verandah, I don’t think the neighbours would see. ... yes, all right. See you then! Bye!”

“Mum! For God’s sake, no sunbathing on the verandah or anywhere! The—”

“Those neighbours on the sunny side wouldn’t bother, they’re as old as we are. And if you think your cousins shouldn’t join you as you’re lying naked out there, you’re wrong. It’s all part of the regimen, Sean, don’t you see? And it will continue. For a month. Now off you go and wash up for tea. You’ve got twenty-four hours to get used to the idea.”

She turned to her sink and gestured for him to go. He sighed and went upstairs to the bathroom, wondering whether he could get away with wanking himself to permanent flaccidity in the next four weeks. Four fucking weeks!

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Sean was on tenterhooks all day. He had gone out to meet a couple of friends who were wondering about his tense appearance, and he wondered if he could let them in on his secret. Fraternal solidarity would bolster his self-confidence, but he guessed that while they’d be sympathetic, they’d undoubtedly laugh themselves sick at his predicament. He did tell them his relatives were coming, and that might cut down on his time to see them, though as soon as he said that he realised he could spend most of his time outside the house and only have to go in and strip in the evening, when he could quite reasonably be in his room at his homework or his computer. Yes – cut down the possible time he had to be naked in front of everybody! But still ... it had to happen sometime. Those three girls, and his bloody sister, would be able to take advantage of his crazy parents’ ideas, for an hour at a time, for sure! Jesus!

“Hey, Sean,” said fifteen-year-old Michael, “you don’t look so good. Are you feeling okay?”

He pulled himself together. “Yeah, I’m okay really. A bit of a stomach upset or something. It’s nothing serious. Let’s go to the Mall, huh? That new video store needs checking out.”

He put off going home till late in the afternoon, and as he was undressing in the hall Alison came by to look at him archly and say that their mother expected him to be on his best behaviour. “She told me, in fact,” Alison added with relish, “that I was to look after you and make sure you behaved.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Why, obviously Mum and Dad can’t be looking at us all the time. So I’m supposed to keep you on the right track. For instance,” her voice rose in glee, “making sure you don’t cover yourself up.” She looked at him smugly.

Sean closed his eyes and sighed with something like a sob as he imagined what would happen. He hung his vest on a hook and displayed himself to his sister. “There now! Are you satisfied? And aren’t you tired of seeing my plumbing?”

She laughed. “Well, yes, to be honest. But it’s just the situation that turns me on. I’ve found out I’m not afraid of you any more. Instead, you’ll be afraid of me!” With a nasty guffaw (nasty to his ears) she left him, and he dragged himself to his room.

He was gloomily looking at a fantasy game when his mother knocked and immediately opened the door. Sean looked up in resentment but sighed again as he saw his hours of privacy were over. Or at least cut to the minimum. It was just as well he hadn’t been looking at porn, or (for God’s sake!) having a wank! Which would have to be saved for bed. Oh well....

“Sean,” said his mother, “it’d be a good idea if you washed up for tea. And this time, all over. For obvious reasons. Take a shower. Clean every little bit, every little crevice, for you know you’re going to be the object of attention tonight, don’t you?”

“Oh God, yes! Mum, please! Can’t I—

“No, Sean, no arguments. Your Dad and I have good reasons for this decision. So – off you go, shower, and we’ll see you at tea in an hour. Oh, and don’t lock the bathroom door. You have no privacy there.”

She went off to the kitchen and he slumped in angry despair. Object of attention, yes by Christ!
He could only hope that the girls wouldn’t be too rude in their remarks, which they were bound to make. It was a sure bet that they’d be allowed to talk about his nudity, not ignore it in a discreet polite way, oh no! And he’d have to take it, he’d have to – wait! At least he could take a nice long shower now and toss himself off halfway through. Maybe by the time they showed up he would be able to bear their looks and jokes with careless ... stoicism. That’s the word. Pretend you’re Zeno or whoever it was that could put up with all sorts of treatment. Yeah.

It was quite a bit after dinner time that the party arrived – difficult connections and so forth – so Sean could think he wouldn’t have the entire evening, as he’d fearfully imagined, being the centre of attention. As it was, the initial confrontation (revelation) was traumatic enough.

“And here’s Sean! Come greet your auntie!”

Doreen held her arms out and he stumbled into them, conscious of his naked arse presented to the three girls, who seemed to be speechless. Then he was released and turned to face them. His hands twitched to cover himself, but he knew better. He looked at the floor and mumbled hello.
The youngest of the three, Alexa, who turned out to be a proud teenager, looked at him with a pleased grin and said “Hello again! It’s good to see you!” – at which the other two, who had to be his own age, tittered, and Sean’s blush increased. Then – oh horrors! – his aunt, who seemed amused by the situation, pushed him forward and suggested they hug one another. This meant that the thirteen-year-old, completely dressed, put her hands round his naked — naked! — body to press him to hers, and did she feel his prick against her? Then the other two, clasping his bare back and chuckling as they felt him; Veronica’s and Kristina’s hands slipped down his body as they separated, to land (accidentally) if only for a shocking moment, on his bare arse cheeks.

Then they adjourned to the living room, and Sean was able to sit back in a corner—still on display however—while the others chattered about family news. The girls stole glances every so often, so he was kept in a constant state of awareness, and was pleased at least to be ignored in the conversation. But it couldn’t last of course.

“Yes, Jo, the twins are fifteen past. They’ve become quite the young women as you see. And Sean, now, he’s fifteen too, isn’t he? Oh, how he’s grown! I know one always says that, but it’s true. When we saw him last, he was just a little boy. But now! Oh, Sean, stand up, so we can look at you!”

His eyes widened in horror, and he glanced at his parents, who looked back at him without expression. Slowly he stood up, to reveal all of himself to be inspected and admired. His penis trembled, his hands clenched, he took a deep breath and looked around at his audience. His parents had that contented impassivity he had come to expect; his aunt, who was evidently quite pleased to be playing their game, was looking him up and down with sparkling eyes. The cousins—

All three had their eyes fixed on his middle, and the excited grins on their faces were unbearable. But he had to bear them, he couldn’t ignore them, and as he caught their gaze (momentarily lifted from his penis), his blush seemed to burn into his cheeks, and he felt as though it covered all of his bare body. Then Aunt Doreen made it worse.

“You shouldn’t blush like that, Sean, you have a beautiful body, and it deserves to be seen. Turn round.”

He did that, showing his arse again, and he flinched as the girls tittered. Why didn’t his aunt admonish them?

“Yes,” said his merciless aunt, “look at that! See, girls, the line of his spine, down to his waist, and the little dimples just there above the swell of the bum – so neat and firm-looking! There’s strength in his thighs, his shins, his feet even. So well-proportioned. Turn back.”

He turned himself dutifully, to face them again, and saw the girls’ expressions, a mixture of bawdy delight at seeing his naughty bits, and an admiration that did actually appreciate his form. But he could take no joy in that! He raised his chin in a weak defiance as Doreen went on, inevitably.

“There now! I know you’ve been told about boys at your classes, but it’s good to see a fine body up close. See how the belly comes from that visible rib-cage, the muscles leading down to the pubis, the penis nestling among the pubic hair, and the scrotum underneath. That trim waist, those trim thighs, the whole neatness of his body. Tell me, Veronica, honestly! Don’t you think he’s fine?”

The girl blushed herself as she looked at him, going from head to foot, her gaze returning (as he knew it would) to his genitals. “Yes, mother,” she said judiciously. “He’s ... very handsome, all of a sudden! He didn’t use to be years ago, and he was dressed! But seeing him ... naked like this, to see his rib-cage, his belly, his ... [she licked her lips] penis, his scrotum, all of it – the tout ensemble, in fact, it’s very fine indeed!”

The other two concurred in this encomium, with laughter in their voices, and he felt himself blushing with a new kind of embarrassment.

“There, Sean, you needn’t blush so! See how everyone thinks you look good!”

The clock on the mantel chimed.

“Oh my! That late! Listen, we’ll have to get to bed. It’s been a long day. Where are we sleeping?”

Suddenly it was all action and moving, and Doreen kissed Sean and was off. Each of the girls kissed Sean, still blushing, and were led to the spare room. Mr Fraser looked at his son as Alison nodded goodnight herself and disappeared.

“Well, Sean,” he said expansively, “you’ve weathered that rather well. Off you go to bed. Best get into the bathroom before anyone else. You don’t need to undress, at least. Saves a lot of time, doesn't it?”

“Yes, Dad,” he said despondently. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” echoed his father cheerfully. “See you tomorrow!”

Sean darted into the bathroom and snibbed the door. Then sighed and unsnibbed it. He might as well get used to the system, he thought, but he was rudely surprised when the door opened and Alison came in, to watch him urinating in the toilet. He gave an indignant yelp and tried to cover himself, but his sister said “No, Sean, the rule still applies. Carry on and don’t mind me.”

He looked at her furiously as she got her toothbrush and paste and proceeded to clean her teeth, wash her face, dry off and stand for a moment before saying that if he was quite finished she needed to go herself. He got the message, washed his hands and went out in a huff. She grinned and locked the door, then sat on the lavatory and hummed to herself. Life was getting more amusing every day.

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The next day was Sunday, and as usual the agnostic family slept in, yawning down to breakfast after nine, in dressing gowns. All but Sean of course. He had given himself a brief wash and came downstairs in naked glory, only to be told by his mother to go back and knock on the spare room door to waken the girls. He was halfway up the stairs when he realised what was up. His parents wanted to get on with the exposure right away – and what else was planned for Sunday?

He tapped on the door, which opened by thirteen-year-old Alexa, who surveyed his flinching form with a broad smile and said “Good morning! I see you’re still a nudist. We’re just up. We won’t be long. What’s for breakfast?”

He avoided her eyes and muttered “Waffles, I think. Or an egg, maybe.”

“Right-oh! We’ll be down.” She gave his middle another glance, and moved her hand as if to touch him (oh God no!), but shrugged to see him flinch and closed the door. He went downstairs again with a heavy heart. As it turned out (and he could have predicted it), he was told to carry breakfast through to the dinner table, which was not much used by the four of them but needed for an extra four. Which meant he couldn’t hide at all, not even for a minute, till he was allowed to sit at the table and his privates were finally concealed.

Table talk at breakfast time was usually minimal, and this Sunday everyone seemed a bit dozy, so Sean was mostly allowed to sit in quiet thought. He was turning over in his mind the awful possibilities of this visit. He was sure that at some point his penis, which had hardly had a chance to misbehave, would certainly get excited to erection – God! the very thought sent a quiver through it – and his embarrassment, which had been absolute and agonising, would be even worse, unbearable. He’d avoided total shame with the camera club, but it would surely come back. He tried to quiet his mood, to think of safe subjects, like icebergs and cabbage, but he still felt uneasy, and came out of his stupor when his father told him (evidently for the second time) to clear the table. He rose, exhibiting his penis again, and the three cousins couldn’t help giving an “Aah!” of evident contentment. Of course he blushed and fluttered his hands, but had to go round the table gathering plates. He could see that this would be the usual procedure all the while the guests were there to be entertained.

Conversation grew animated over morning coffee, and the adults were making plans for the visit.
“Perhaps we could get out this afternoon to the park,” said Jo. “It’s turned out a nice day. So far.”

“Yes, but remember last weekend,” said her husband. “At this time of year it could be dodgy.”

“Oh yes,” said Doreen, “but we can take the chance, can’t we. And I suppose Sean will be able to get dressed. Which he’s looking forward to, aren’t you?”

He blushed again at the raising of the topic, and nodded in what he hoped wouldn’t be taken as a surly reply. He had to go along with this, thinking that it couldn’t possibly last, and he’d better put up with it till his parents came to their senses or just tired of it. His sibling meanwhile was smiling to herself as she anticipated a lot more opportunities for shaming her big brother, who had quietened down ever since this system began. Her school friends were very pleased with this development, and in fact her own popularity with the rest of the girls had grown, for she was sure rumours about her brother were flitting round the school, based on innuendo and secretive grins. She could see she’d have more visitors, and looked at Sean with a proprietary smile. Little did he know!

[end of part II.]

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