Freeze Tag 1 to 4

By See Erva

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Chapter 1

David Carter was bored out of his mind. He sat on the back stoop of his house while his best friend, Joey Donato indulged in his favorite summer pasttime: ogling the girls next door. David had a thirteen-year-old’s normal interest in girls and if prodded he might even admit that at least three of the girls were really cute but they were in class with him during the year. He did not understand Joey’s obsession and said so.

“They don’t dress like that in class,” Joey responded.

That much was true. In the eighty plus degree heat, the girls wore tank tops and barely-there shorts. In a vote among the eighth grade boys, Wendy Nielsen and Connie Lopez were tied for prettiest. Wendy was slender with the freckles common to redheads and large green eyes. Connie had long raven hair, mocha-colored skin and bore a striking resemblance to a young Selena Gomez. Her body was generously proportioned. Joey had once described her by saying, “she has curves in places most girls don’t have places” which David thought was clever until he learned that it wasn’t original. The third girl in the group was no eyesore either. Cindy Martin was a petite blue-eyed blonde who looked like a miniature Barbie doll brought to life. From behind she looked like a ten-year-old but head-on her developing figure and plum-sized breasts proved otherwise.

The final girl in the group was Carla Periti and she proved the belief that no group of girls could be entirely attractive. There was always at least one to lower the average. Carla had pale skin, long raven hair and large dark eyes. Boys might have considered her cute if not for the extra weight she carried. Perhaps it was that excess which gave her the largest bosom in the quartet but unfortunately that was not the only place on her body where it was found. It also collected in her belly and butt making it look like she had stuffed balloons under her clothing.

At least that had been Joey’s constant joke, amid others comparing her to barnyard animals, porcine, bovine and equine. But he had stopped about a year ago after being taught a particularly humiliating lesson. Now he kept his comments to himself but could often be caught staring in her direction.

“So is that all you’re gonna do today - stare at them?” David asked.

“Got any better ideas? The rest of the guys are away and we don’t got a computer.”

“And whose fault was that?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last week.”

Because the families living in the area were lower middle class, the parents all worked to cover the bills. There was no extra income for vacations or to send the children to boarding camp as the rest of their friends had done. They had outgrown the local day camp which the younger siblings attended. This meant they spent the day at home without parental supervision. The girls amused themselves by chatting while doing girly things like styling their hair and painting their nails. The boys played video games on David’s father’s computer. That is until Joey decided to get past the parental controls and surf to Internet porn sites. He had sworn there was no way for David’s father to find out. He was wrong. Now the computer was password protected. Joey claimed he could break it without anyone finding out but David was not taking the chance. This left them with days to kill and nothing to do but stare at the girls.

“You must think Carla’s cute,” David teased. “You keep staring at her.”

“Not because she’s cute. Because I’m mad at her.”

“Come on! It’s been almost a year! Aren’t you over that yet?”

“How can I get over that when they keep reminding me of it?”

“Hey, Joey!” Connie called out, “We’d like to go horseback riding. Feel up to it?”

Joey flushed and muttered curses which were drowned out by the girls’ laughter.

“See what I mean?”

“They’re doing it because you’re staring at them and because you show them that it bothers you and probably also because they think you’re cute.”

“You think so?” Joey asked with a grin.

“I’ve heard them say so when they thought I wasn’t listening.”

David realized his friend was very good-looking, with an athletic figure, dark hair, blue eyes and perfect features. In fact, girls compared him to various actors from Fred Savage of the Wonder Years to Ralph Macchio in Karate Kid. With blue eyes and curly blonde hair, David should have been cute as well but his features were a bit too bland. He also carried about eight pounds over his ideal weight.

“So they think I’m cute but they also think I’m a dork because of what happened with Carla. That’s why I have to get revenge, while Teresa’s away.”

“Come on, Joey, get over it!”

“I can’t get over it. As long as she has the last laugh, it’s like she owns me and all the rest of them know it.”

During the walk home from school last September, Joey had amused himself as usual by following the girls home and making rude comments concerning Carla. This time he was with a few other friends who egged him on.

“Joey, cut it out!” David pleaded.

“She should cut it out. Like the extra desserts she scarfs down. She looks like a prize pig.”

“She’s not that bad. Just a few pounds over, like me.”

“You can afford to lose what - about five pounds? She was overweight in kindergarten and she’s gained a few pounds a year ever since. Now she’s fat and in a few years she’ll look like her parents and Teresa.”

Carla’s parents were morbidly obese. Her older sister, Teresa had been chubby as a toddler and had continued to gain until she was now about forty pounds overweight at fifteen. Unless she went on a drastic diet, she would eventually resemble her mother. It had probably not been a good idea for the senior Peritis to work in a bakery.

“Teresa was much fatter at that age,” David reminded him. “Carla’s only ten or twelve pounds over and she’s sensitive about it. She’s also a nice person. So why don’t you lay off?”

“Are you sweet on Carla?” Joey asked, causing David to flush and the other boys to laugh. “Maybe you find excess weight attractive.”

After that comment, David couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He walked silently as Joey teased Carla, causing her to cry and the other girls to glare at him. When they reached Shady Glenn, the community where they lived, most of the others left to their houses located on the main streets. Just Joey, David and the four girls continued on since their homes were located all the way in the back. In fact, they didn’t live in real houses at all but in summer cabins which had been converted to homes during the real estate boom. These were small, with only two bedrooms and one bathroom, a combination kitchen/dinette and a small living and dining room.

Small as the cabins were, there was one nice advantage to living there. Beyond was a grassy field and then the woods. The youngsters who lived on the block liked to pretend they owned all that property, though in fact it was public land. Occasionally a jogger passed by and sometimes a couple would spread out a blanket and picnic. When the other boys were around, they would play ball there. But mostly it sat empty, as if reserved for those on the block.

Joey lived in the first house at the corner, David in the farthest one. Carla lived next door to David, Connie, Wendy and Cindy’s homes were scattered a short distance away but they mostly hung out at Carla’s because of the field. It was their close proximity in distance and age which had formed the friendships.

Joey continued to follow Carla down the block making neighing sounds. Carla ran into her house in tears. The boys dropped their book bags and sat on the stoop of David’s house.

“Why do you tease her so much?” David asked.

“Because maybe if I do, she’ll do something to lose the weight. She might actually be cute if she lost a few pounds.”

“Maybe she can’t. You’ve seen her parents. Maybe it’s genetic. All I know is it’s none of your business. You should lay off.”

“I was right. You do like her.”

“I think she’s a nice person and you just said yourself she’s almost cute. In any case, she doesn’t deserve what you’re doing.”

Just then, the door to Carla’s house burst open and a mad bull charged out. Not exactly a mad bull, David saw, but an enraged Teresa. She was wearing a yellow tee shirt which despite being large enough for David to use as a robe, barely contained her ponderous breasts and displayed a band of her protruding belly above her baggy jeans. Joey tried to enter David’s house, then remembered the door was still locked. He turned to flee but Teresa was already blocking his way. She seized his right ear and dragged him across the lawn to her house, where the four girls were already congregated on the lawn. Then she put a hand on the back of his neck and threw him to the grass. He rose to his hands and knees.

Teresa was angry and for more reasons than she could even put into words. For some time, Carla had been complaining to her about Joey’s teasing. Teresa could empathize. She had been teased herself and often by Joey’s older brother, Tony, on whom she had a crush. This made her feel even worse. When Carla burst into the house in tears, she saw red. Today she decided to settle this once and for all. When Joey rose up on all fours in front of her, she acted. Straddling his back, she mounted him.

The feelings which suffused her were like nothing she had experience before. Due to her size, she had never had a boyfriend. Here she was with a boy between her thighs and not just any boy but a really cute one and brother of the boy she both loved and despised at the same time. Unable to bear her weight, Joey collapsed to the ground and thrashed beneath her, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. He stopped moving and just lay there.

“Who’s the horse now?” she demanded.

“Okay, you made your point,” Joey gasped.

“I don’t think I have yet.”

She moved back and sat on his soft, firm buttocks. The waves of pleasure increased.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you give me a horsey ride.”

“I can’t. You’re too heavy.”

“Then I’ll just sit here until your parents come home and tell them what you did.”

“But that won’t be for at least an hour!”

“If you wanna get up sooner, you have to get to David’s house. Then I’ll let you go.”

“Okay,” Joey conceded. “But you hafta get up and let me get to my knees. I can’t do it with you on me.”

She lifted her weight off him and rose to her knees, keeping a grip on the back of his shirt so he couldn’t escape. Slowly, he rose to all fours. She lowered herself to his back. Breathing heavily, he moved forward a few feet. She slapped his butt and shouted, “Giddyup, horsey!”

“Hey, cut that out!” he snapped.

She stopped slapping him but left her hand in place, right at his cleft, feeling the play of his muscles with each movement. He moved a few more feet and collapsed again.

“I can’t do it!” he whined. “You weigh too much.”

“You know, Carla weighs about fifty pounds less than me,” Teresa said. “Would you prefer to carry her?”

Joey pondered the question. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Minutes before he had been about to enter David’s house for a snack and to play some video games and suddenly Teresa the terrible had him by the ear. Then she sat on him, riding him like a pony. It was embarrassing! In front of his friend and four female classmates, he was being ridden by a girl, if Teresa could be considered a girl. She was more like an elephant.

Now she had given him the choice of laying there for an hour or participating in his own humiliation. He had chosen the course which would have ended it sooner but had been unable to complete it. It was bad enough being ridden but having his rear smacked and felt up was excruciatingly shameful. And now he was being given another choice - lay there for an hour with a monstrous weight on his back, or play horse to the female classmate he had tormented for weeks. Teresa was bad enough but he would see Carla every day. The shame would never end.

He decided he had no choice. He could not lay on the grass for another hour being crushed. He was getting hungry. The sooner he completed the ordeal, the sooner he could get something to eat and take solace in a video game.

“Okay,” he reluctantly agreed.

“Just to make sure I understand you,” Teresa said, “I want to hear you say, ‘Carla, I’d like to be your horse. Please ride me.’”

Joey flushed and remained silent. Teresa squeezed her knees into his side and bounced her butt off his.

“Fine,” he mumbled, “Carla, I’d like to be your horse. Please ride me.”

Teresa reluctantly rose, keeping a grip on the back of Joey’s shirt. Not that he would have been able to escape otherwise. He was still in recovery. He rose back to his hands and knees. A jean-clad leg appeared on either side as Carla straddled him. Then she mounted him.

A thousand thoughts ran through Joey’s mind. The first was that after Teresa, Carla felt like a featherweight. Next he flushed with embarrassment at being ridden by a female classmate and being witnessed by her three friends. Then came the realization that there was a girl sitting on him and one who was only a few pounds away from being cute. Her thighs were pressed against his sides. He wondered if any of the other boys in his class had ever had such close contact with a female.

Carla had watched her sister throw Joey to the grass in jubilation. At long last, her tormentor was getting his comeuppance. She waited for Teresa to slap him or kick him but instead watched her mount him. She wished it were her riding him. Excitement flowed through her at the mere thought of having the handsome boy under her thighs.

When she heard her sister’s proposal, something akin to an electric shock ran through her. Was she dreaming? In her imagination, Joey apologized and explained that he teased her because he really liked her but was afraid to admit it. Even her fantasies hadn’t included this.

She straddled him and sat down, reveling in the sensation of him under her as he moved. She slapped his rear and shouted “Giddyup, horsey!” He protested so she didn’t repeat the action. Instead she did as she had seen her sister do. She placed her hand on his cleft and squeezed gently, feeling the play of his muscles as he crawled.

As Carla mounted him, Joey tried to block out the embarrassing part of the ordeal and concentrate on the pleasurable aspect of close contact with a female. He was actually between a girl’s thighs! Her shapely bottom was caressing his back. Despite his predicament, he found himself getting aroused. Then his reverie was jolted by a slap to his buttocks and Carla shouting, “Giddy up, horsey!”

“Hey, no hitting!” he snapped.

“Then move already!”

He began crawling the fifty feet or so to David’s house. The first ten were easy, but then it began to get progressively harder. Her hand squeezing his rear had at first been somewhat enjoyable, but now it was intrusive and painful. He gasped and wheezed the rest of the way and collapsed a few feet away from the porch.

“Okay, I did it!”

“You’re not quite finished,” Teresa said.

“I’ll let him get away with it on one condition,” Carla said, still not getting up, “no more nasty comments.”

“That’s right,” Teresa seconded. “The next time I hear you said something about my sister, I’m gonna make you give me that ride.”

“And one more thing,” Carla continued. “I know how embarrassing it’ll be for you if everyone at school finds out about this, so I’ll make you a deal. You keep your mouth shut around me and none of us will saying anything about you being my horsey. Deal?”

“Deal,” Joey agreed.

As soon as she dismounted, Joey rose and walked stiffly but hurriedly to his house, bent over as if he had a backache - which he had - but the real reason for his twisted posture was to hide the evidence of the physical reaction to his close contact with Carla. Despite the humiliation, his body had betrayed him.

In the almost ten months since that day, several things had changed. First, Joey no longer teased Carla. He found it impossible to make fun of a girl who had ridden him like a horse. True to her word, she and her friends never told anyone what happened. But they smirked at Joey with knowing eyes and he would feel small. Sometimes they would even make a comment that only those in their small inner circle understood. When Carla slipped on the ice in the winter, spraining her ankle and a group of classmates were debating how to get her home, Connie said, “Maybe Joey can give her a ride.” The others didn’t understand why four girls found that comment so hilarious.

Second, Carla seemed to have gained some will power. She did not go on a real diet but she made a conscious effort to cut back on the calories, substituting diet drinks for regular and low fat snacks for potato chips and twinkies. She was still a few pounds over her ideal weight but it was the same few pounds, unlike her sister who gained more every year. As she grew taller, it was distributed more evenly and became less noticeable.

But try as he might, Joey could not put the incident behind him and still spent a lot of time staring at the girls and plotting revenge.

chapter 2

“You’re acting like it was a terrible ordeal you’ll never get over,” David remarked.

“Well, it was!” Joey snapped.

“Really? No bones were broken. You weren’t bruised. You were perfectly fine by the time your folks came home. When Bruce Kaiser beat you up, you were sore for days. I don’t see you staring at him.”

“That was your ordinary beat down. A big kid beats up a smaller kid and it’s over. But this was humiliating!”

“Why? Teresa’s bigger than you.”

“But she’s a girl!”

“You’re the one who keeps saying not really. So think of her as a bully, just like Bruce Kaiser. She beat you up and it’s over.”

“She did more than beat me up.”

“She sat on you. So did Bruce.”

“She slapped and felt up my butt!”

“So you’re mad at her. Why are you staring at Carla.”

“Because she did the same thing! And she’s not bigger than me and she’s a girl!”

“That makes it better!”

“What?!”

“When Teresa was on you, I felt kinda bad for you. But when it was Carla, well, I got sorta excited. A part of me wished it was me.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s a girl and even with a few extra pounds, she’s sorta cute and I wondered what it would feel like to have a girl ride me like that. Don’t like at me like I’m crazy! I saw the front of your pants just before you ran away. You got excited, too.”

“Yeah,” Joey admitted at last, “for all the reasons you said.”

“So why are you so mad?”

“Because I was forced to do it. It’s like Carla owns me now. Every time those girls look at me and giggle, I know they’re thinking about it.”

“So what? Other than that, you enjoyed the experience. That makes it better than what happened with Bruce Kaiser. So when you think about it, you should be happy, not upset.”

“Maybe you got a point,” Joey conceded.

“You know what would be really neat? If you could get to do it again - both of us.”

“You think we should insult Carla and see if she’ll ride us? What if she gets Teresa to?”

“I don’t think we need insults. The girls just made a comment about horseback riding. What if we take them up on it?”

“You mean we just go over there and volunteer to be their horses?”

“No, let’s be a little more subtle than that. We can say we have a bet on which of us is stronger. To settle it, we’ll each carry one girl across the field on our back. Maybe we’ll even challenge them and get them to take us!”

Joey smiled. “Sounds like a plan. Hey, they’re coming here!”

“I don’t wanna look but is Joey still staring at me?” Carla asked.

“You know he is,” Connie answered.

“He’s still not over what you did to him,” Wendy said.

“Tell us again what it felt like,” Cindy pleaded.

“Come on! How many times do you have to hear it?” Carla asked. “You were there. You saw what happened.”

“We saw it. We didn’t feel it.”

“You know we’re all gonna want details when the first one of us kisses a boy,” Connie said. “And definitely when it goes further. Carla, you’re the first to ride a boy. Probably the only one of us who’ll ever do it. Of course we want to hear about it again.”

“And Joey Donato, the cutest boy in class!” Cindy exclaimed, though quietly so the object of her utterance only several yard away didn’t hear. “I got excited just watching!”

“How do you think I felt?” Carla responded. “I hadda take a cold shower afterward.”

“So what was it like?”

“Ever go horseback riding?” At her friends’ nods, she continued. “It’s sort of like that only a thousand times better. I mean, usually I don’t have a thing for the horse. But this was Joey Donato! And I can promise you, he’s got one firm butt!”

When the giggles died down, Cindy said, “You’re so lucky! I wish I had the chance!”

“Maybe you can,” Connie said. “Maybe we all can.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“The boys are pretty stupid. I mean using David’s dad’s computer to surf for porn and expecting not to get caught! They’ll do anything if girls are involved. I bet we could trick them into it. In fact, I’m getting an idea right now. Come on!”

“Hey, guys!” Connie said, flashing the smile which caused boys to become stupid in her presence, “Are you up for a little game?”

After staring at her stupidly for a few seconds, Joey recovered his voice. “What game?”

“Freeze tag. It’s hard to play with just four people. We need at least six.”

Joey was disappointed. Freeze tag was not the sort of game he had in mind. Then again, if they agreed to play with the girls now, opportunities might come up for something better later.

“Okay,” he agreed. “So what are the teams?”

“We were thinking you against us.”

“But there are two of us and four of you.”

“The way we play, that could work in your favor. Aren’t you always bragging that you’re the best hider and the fastest runner? Here’s your chance to prove it.”

They played the game on a point system. The team that was it gained a point for each person frozen on the other team. This means the boys had the chance to earn four points while the girls couldn’t get more than two.

“So how long are we playing?”

The games were usually timed at about fifteen minutes a turn, with the score calculated at the conclusion.

“An hour a turn or until a team is completely frozen.”

“That’s like really long.”

After a person was frozen, they could be freed by being tagged by another team member or by waiting a minute and then crawling to base without being intercepted. An hour-long session gave the others a lot of time to free their frozen teammates. With two playing against four, it would be virtually impossible to keep the tagged players frozen for the duration of the game.

“Okay,” Joey agreed, “but then we’re allowed to guard.”

“Only players, not bases,” Connie countered, “and no double-tagging.”

Once a person was frozen, the opposing team could not guard that person and prevent them from being freed or reaching base. They had so stand at least twenty feet away. The only exception was if the player was about to be freed or if they chased another player to within the twenty foot boundary. There were also bases where players could rest and catch their breath. These could not be guarded either or players would never leave base. By the same token, a player was not allowed to stay at one base for more than a minute.

Double-tagging referred to a player being tagged twice without having been freed in between. Sometimes a frozen player was freed by a teammate but chose to lay on the ground and pretend to be frozen. The opposing team could choose to tag them again, but if they were tagged a second time and had never been freed, the team that was It lost a point. Players could lay on the ground and pretend to be frozen, gambling that the opposing team would be afraid to tag them for fear of the double-tagging penalty.

“Fine,” Joey conceded.

“One more thing. After the game, we’re going horseback riding.”

Joey scowled. “The horsey jokes aren’t funny anymore.”

“I’m not joking. After freeze tag, we’re having horse races. The losers will be the horses.”

Joey smiled. “You mean after this game we get to ride you?”

“No. After this game we get to ride you.”

“You all agree to this?” The four girls nodded. “Then I hope you have strong backs. Who’s It first?”

“Doesn’t matter. Your choice.”

“Fine. We’ll go first.”

“Joey, do you know what you’re doing?” David asked, as the girls scattered.

“Absolutely. Remember what we were talking about a few minutes ago? Well, now we have a win-win situation. What happens if we win this game? We get to ride the girls. If I ride Carla, it won’t feel like she owns me anymore. And if we lose, they get to ride us. We were just saying that would probably feel pretty good. Not as good as being on top, but still good.”

Now it was David’s turn to smile. “Joey, you’re a genius! Though I’m sure you know we’re gonna lose.”

“It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game. I have a plan.”

He described what he had in mind.

“But that’s... like cheating!”

“Is there anything in the rules against it?”

“No, but no one ever thought there had to be. ”

“Maybe they’ll think of it now, but only after we get what we want. Okay, we gave them enough time to hide. Now we go find them. Should we split up?”

“No. I want to see if you really have the guts to do it. I saw Wendy head over near those bushes.”

“I don’t want to get Wendy. I want to get Carla.”

David moved away from Joey and scanned the area as if he were looking for the girls but in actuality he was only looking for one. Joey saw her first. While most of the trees in the woods were brown, there were a handful of white ones and these were all designated bases. Carla had been hiding behind one. Because of the rule that a player couldn’t stay at the same base for a minute, she had to run to another one and Joey caught the movement.

He ran into the woods with David on his heels. He headed Carla off as she ran to the next base. Seeing that she wouldn’t make it, she turned but then realized she couldn’t go back to the first one. That would be a violation of the rules. She cast about looking for another white tree. Not seeing any, she took the only option left to her: running out of the woods and toward one of the other bases. She didn’t stand a chance. Joey was the fastest runner in the group, Carla the slowest. He quickly gained on her. David followed, wondering if Joey was really going to do what he said.

He did even more. He reached out with both hands and caught the waistband in back of Carla’s shorts. With a tug he brought them down to her knees. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Joey immediately straddled her back and sat down.

David couldn’t believe it. There right in front of him was a female behind clad in only white panties! This was better than what he had seen on the internet! This was live and a girl he knew! He stood mesmerized, watching the shapely derriere twitch as Carla tried unsuccessfully to buck Joey off.

“Get off me!” she shouted.

“I wouldn’t shout if I were you,” Joey advised. “This is a public place. People could hear you and come running.”

“Please get off me,” she pleaded more quietly.

“I believe you owe me a ride.”

“Fine,” she said in resignation. “I’ll give you a ride. Just let me pull my pants up.”

“I’ll be a gentleman and do it for you. But if you don’t deliver as promised, they’re coming off completely.”

Without getting up, he turned around so he was sitting on her facing her bottom. He winked at David as he pulled her shorts back up. Then he turned back around and raised himself up on his knees.

“Okay, horsey. Giddyap.”

David watched, filled with envy. He could barely imagine what it must feel like to have a girl under his thighs carrying him. He grew excited just thinking about. Then he remembered he was playing Freeze Tag against the girls right now. Maybe he would get his chance.

Joey could hardly believe it. After months of embarrassment, revenge was finally his! Carla rose to all fours and he mounted her. Her extra weight gave her padding. Her back was warm and soft. Through his loins he could feel the play of her muscles and her breathing. His pulse pounded as he grew excited.

“Take me to that bush over there,” he commanded.

“That’s fifty feet away!” she protested.

“That’s about as far as I carried you. And I also had to carry your elephant sister.”

Gasping, Carla crawled in the direction of the bush. David slapped her on the butt. Then he did it again.

“Hey! I only did that once!”

“You and your sister.”

“Fine. You got your two smacks!”

“Remember what else you did?”

He ran his hand against her bottom, squeezing gently. The sensations running through his palm went straight to his groin. He tried to reach lower but his arm was only so long and he couldn’t extend it further without dismounting. It seemed all too soon that she reached the destination and he had to get up.

“For the past ten months it was like you owned me,” Joey said. “Every day you or your friends made comments. Now I feel like we’re finally even.”

He walked away knowing they weren’t even. He had even gotten to see her panties. For the first time in months, he felt like he could hold his head up.

Carla couldn’t believe what happened! One second she was running, knowing that Joey was about to tag her. The next instant she was sprawled on the ground. Then she felt a weight on her back and understood he was sitting on her. Remembering how she had done the same to him, the embarrassment wasn’t acute until she realized that her shorts were at her knees and her panty-clad behind was exposed. Joey couldn’t be looking since he was on her back but wasn’t David right behind them? Now she was mortified. Then Joey had made his deal and she knew she had no choice.

He turned around, which meant he was now staring at her exposure but he pulled up her shorts. Then she rose to all fours and he rode her. She crawled to the bush, feeling humiliated. He smacked her butt twice. Then he put his hand on it and squeezed, his fingers probing through the material. She was beyond mortified. She finally understood the extent of what she had done to him, not that it made her feel any better. At last he rose and proclaimed them even. They weren’t even. What he had done was worse and she was determined to get revenge.

David watched Joey take off after Cindy while Carla sat on the ground weeping quietly. He looked toward the bushes where he had seen Wendy take cover. They stretched in a broken line for the length of the block. There were some areas designated as bases among them: an electrical pole, a fire hydrant and a large boulder. Someone could run from base to base crouching down below the height of the bushes. They could only be seen when they crossed the open area between one set of bushes and the next. For a fast runner like Wendy, it was the perfect place to hide. If spotted, she could run to the next base faster than her pursuer.

Sure enough, he caught the flash of her green shirt as she moved between bases. Now that he knew where she was, he watched more closely from the concealment of the trees. Either she didn’t know he was in the woods or she didn’t consider him a threat because she was watching Joey who had just caught up with Cindy. All he did was tag her and move on. She froze in place.

Wendy began creeping toward Cindy, hoping to tag and release her. David emerged from the woods and crouched on the other side of the bushes. Cindy saw him but was unable to warn Wendy. This was against the rules of game. When Wendy crept past a break in the bushes in front of him, David seized his chance. He ran through the break to the same side Wendy was on and came up behind her. Though she was normally faster, he was running and she was crouching. By the time she heard him coming and rose to run, he was right behind her. He threw himself forward and hooked his hands as he dived. His fingers caught the waistband in back of her shorts, peeling them down to her knees. Her trim little rear, clad in tiny white panties with pretty blue flowers filled his vision. He watched as she stumbled and fell. For a moment he stood still, staring at her exposure. Then he moved forward and straddled her back.

“What are you doing?” she squealed.

“Claiming my ride,” he said. “Joey must have gotten Connie by now. That means we won.”

“Even so, then we switch sides! Now get off me and let me pull my pants up!”

“I’ll let you pull your pants up if you give me a ride to where the bushes end.”

“No way!”

“Then I’ll just sit here for a while.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this!”

David couldn’t believe it either. He was not the sort to do this but he had spent too much time in Joey’s company.

“Okay,” she said in resignation.

David turned around without getting up, as he had seen Joey do. He sat on her facing backward and stared down at the pretty flower pattern on her white panties. Then he reached forward and pulled up her shorts. He turned back around and raised himself to his knees. Wendy got up on all fours. He mounted her.

The sensation was more exciting than he had imagined. There was a pretty girl between his legs and he was riding her! He could feel the movement of her muscles against his thighs and the swell of her lungs as she sucked in air. He thought about smacking her rear and calling “giddy up!” but couldn’t bring himself to do so. Surreptitiously, he let his palm brush against her behind. At her protest, he quickly withdrew it.

Wendy had never felt so humiliated in her life and by David of all people! She might have expected Joey to do this, but David! She lay sprawled on the grass with her shorts around her knees and her panties exposed to anyone who passed by while he sat on her and prevented her from covering herself. Then he demanded a horsey ride!

It took her a few seconds to realize she had no choice, unless she wanted to lay there with him on her back waiting for rescue. Who else might come by during the time? Other boys in her class? Joey? She reluctantly agreed to his demand.

She found nothing the least bit fun about being ridden. It was sheer embarrassment to be reduced to a horse. At least he wasn’t spanking her and calling “giddy up!” Then she felt his hand rest on her bottom and called out, “Hey!” Thankfully, he removed it. She reached her destination, knees sore and back aching. David dismounted.

“Dave, did you get Wendy?” Joey called out.

“I did!”

“Great! I got the other three. That means we won!”

The two boys and four girls gathered.

“Game over and we won!” Joey crowed. “Now it’s time for the horse races!”

“No, you lost!” Wendy shouted. “You broke the rules!”

“I don’t believe there are any rules against what we did.”

“How about double tagging? You’re supposed to tag a player and leave. Sitting on top of them is double tagging. And David was so busy riding me, he didn’t notice I crawled all the way to base. So now I’m free and I just freed my teammates. So you called game over and none of us are tagged which means you lose. Get down, boys, it’s horsey time!”

Now the boys began to get nervous. While the prospect of playing horsey didn’t upset them greatly, they were worried about what the girls would do to them once they were on the ground and basically defenseless.

“Wait a minute! You didn’t take your turn being it!” Joey pointed out.

“Fine. After lunch we’ll play again. But right now you have zero points, which means the minute we tag one of you, we win.”

“It doesn’t work that way or we would have a few points ourselves,” Joey argued. “We play to the end of the round and then we count points.”

“Fine. We’ll do that right after lunch.”

“You’re going down!” Cindy crowed. “And I mean down to your hands and knees!”

“What do we do now?” David asked after the girls left to Carla’s house. “You know they’re planning revenge and it’s four against two.”

“Don’t worry,” Joey assured him, “I have a plan.”

“I can’t believe what Joey did to me!” Carla sobbed yet again.

“What are you crying about?” Wendy demanded. “The same thing happened to me and yes, I’m upset, but do you see me crying about it!”

“What exactly happened?” Connie asked.

“David pulled my shorts down and sat on me. He wouldn’t let me pull them up unless I gave him a horsey ride.”

“That’s what Joey did to me,” Carla said.

“So why are you so upset? You at least got the cutest boy in class. David’s nothing special and he’s a bit overweight.”

“And Joey has a big mouth and has been insulting me for years! That makes it worse!”

“He hasn’t said anything since the day you and your sister humiliated him in front of all of us. Whatever he did to you was in revenge for what you did to him. But David attacked me for no reason!”

“I never pulled his shorts down!”

“Okay, he took it a step too far.”

“Did David squeeze your butt the whole time?”

“He touched it once but quit when I shouted.”

“Well, Joey didn’t stop.”

“And as I recall, you and Teresa did the same to him.”

“That doesn’t make it feel any better.”

“No, but you have no reason to be angry at him for that. You deserved it. Everything but pulling down your shorts. So you owe Joey for that and I owe David for what he did to me.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” Connie asked.

They were silent.

Connie smiled. “I have a plan.”

Chapter 3

When they gathered for a rematch after lunch, Joey was feeling proud of himself and David was smirking. Both boys had wrapped leather belts tightly around their waists. Let the girls try to get their shorts off! The girls saw what they were wearing and wore expressions of dismay, particularly Carla and Wendy. They glanced at Connie. She stood pensively for a moment, then smiled.

“Okay, guys, your turn to hide,” she said.

As the boys took off, Connie held a brief conference with the girls. They smiled and nodded as they waited out the one minute head start given the other team.

As the fastest runner, Joey preferred to hide in a more open area so if spotted, he could use his speed to escape. He chose the same bushes Wendy had, where there were several safe bases, shrubbery for concealment and easy access to an open field. Since David was not the swiftest, he hid among the trees, where he would be harder to spot. The same fallen branches and roots which slowed him down would impede his pursuers as well, reducing the advantage offered by speed.

If not for the one-minute limit on standing near a base, David could have stayed behind the white birch and waited out the game. However, he was a stickler for the rules and so he moved from one tree to the next. Wendy, who knew his penchant for hiding there, had been searching that area and saw him. She tried to come up behind him silently but crackling branches gave her away. Hearing her, David increased his pace to a lope. He might have made it to the next base if an ankle-high branch hadn’t tripped him. He fell forward, putting out his arms to keep from slamming face-first into the ground. He landed flat, his arms outstretched over his head. His belly and palms absorbed most of the force.

A moment later, he was pinned down by a weight on his back. Wendy was sitting on him. He started to roll over to dislodge her when Cindy appeared in front of him holding a stick which she tossed aside. He realized she was the one who had tripped him. She approached slowly, until her feet were right in front of his face. Surely she wasn’t planning to kick him in the face! Then her sneakers were on either side of him, practically in his armpits. She kneeled down and sat on the back of his neck.

She might have been a petite girl but his neck wasn’t designed to support ninety pounds. He had to turn his face sideways to keep it from being pushed into the dirt. Her dainty derriere was now pressed against his cheek. His lips brushed the insides of her thigh. Part of him was upset at his predicament while another part was sending the most erotic messages to his brain.

“There are two pretty girls sitting on you! One of them has her butt pressed against your face! You’re kissing her thigh! Your lips are inches away from her privates!”

While he concentrated on the pleasure and lifted his pelvis up before it drilled into the ground, he barely noticed Wendy turning around to face his feet. He became conscious that someone else had joined them when he felt hands untying his sneakers. He tried kicking his feet to prevent this but another weight now lay across his calves as a third girl sat on them. His sneakers were removed and then his socks.

The third girl now rose and jabbed his hip from beneath with a sharp stick. This forced him to raise his belly off the ground, which was difficult with the two girls sitting on him.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, which came out muffled with his mouth pressed against Cindy’s thigh.

She rose to her knees, relieving him of her weight but not allowing him to lift his head. He gulped in a breath of fresh air and was about to repeat the question when he received his answer. With his belly no longer flat on the ground, Wendy now had access to his belt, which she quickly unlatched. He tried to fight but Cindy sat down on his head as if it were an egg she was trying to hatch, forcing him to deal with the issue of preventing his face from making contact with the ground. While he was distracted, the third girl stuck her thumbs in the leg holes of his shorts and pulled them down.

He was horrified to feel his underwear moving down with them. A breeze at his spine told him his crack was being exposed. Then he felt Wendy slide her thumbs under the waistband and his insides churned at the humiliation he knew was coming. To his surprise, she pulled them up and covered him. He heard the third girl run away.

Wendy could hardly believe it. Connie’s plan had worked perfectly! They now had David pinned, barefoot and with his belt undone. Connie began to slide off his shorts. To Wendy’s surprise, his underpants started to come down as well. For a moment, she did nothing. It would serve him right to be exposed in front of them - to literally become the butt of their jokes. Then she considered further and realized it would be taking things too far. Unlike Joey, David was more of a gentleman. He didn’t participate in teasing Carla, in fact, he often stood up for her. Even what he had done to her was due to Joey’s goading. She grabbed the waistband before his exposure became too great and pulled his underpants back up.

“Cindy, you can get up now,” Wendy said.

Cindy lifted herself and he greedily inhaled more air. David heard footsteps behind him.

“I told you it would work,” Connie said. “Now, Wendy, tell our contestant what he won.”

“David, I’m very disappointed in you,” Wendy said, still sitting on him. “What you did to me I would have expected from Joey, not you. That’s the problem with hanging around him. He drags you into his messes. Like with your dad’s computer. Now this. We decided we’re going to punish the two of you and make the punishment fit the crime. Naturally Joey’s will be worse since he’s the instigator. If you behave yourself and take your punishment like a man, this will stay between us. If you decide to take it any further, we’ll have no pity on you. Understand?”

“Yeah,” David said.

“I never did anything to you before, so I don’t know why you let Joey talk you into embarrassing me like that. Now it’s my turn to show you what it feels like. You pulled down my shorts, so I pulled down yours. You sat on me, so I’m sitting on you. You’re lucky you didn’t spank me like Joey did to Carla or you would be getting spanked now. But you did touch my butt so here’s how that feels.”

David cringed as she ran her hand over his butt, covered only in white briefs. It was almost like she was feeling his naked behind. It only lasted seconds but even after she removed her hand he felt its impression as if she had branded him. Despite the humiliation, his body reacted. He was glad he was lying down so the girls didn’t see.

“You’re almost done,” Wendy said. “Now you made me carry you, so you’re gonna give me a horsey ride from right outside the woods to the bushes.”

“That’s twice as far as you carried me!” he protested.

“That’s right. First, it’s a punishment. Second, you’re heavier than I am, so it’s only fair you’ll have to take me farther.”

“Fine. Give me back my pants.”

“You’ll get them when you’re finished.”

“But that means anyone might come by and see!”

“That’s right. So you might want to get started before anyone comes by.”

“But someone can pass by at any time!”

“Okay. While you’re doing it, the girls will walk behind you. That’ll block the view.”

David was about to point out that they would see but realized they already had.

“Okay,” he agreed reluctantly.

He walked to the edge of the woods and knelt down, pulling his shirt down as far as it would go, which was really not far enough. Wendy mounted him while the other three girls stood behind them. He crawled toward the bushes. To avoid dwelling on the embarrassment of his predicament, he concentrated on the other aspects. His underwear covered him about as well as a bathing suit, so there was really no reason to feel ashamed. There was a pretty girl riding him. Only some thin material separated her nether regions from his back. Her inner thighs were pressed against his sides. He felt his body responding.

The three girls walked behind them snapping photos and shooting videos on their cell phones. Cindy giggled and nudged Connie. She had just noticed that briefs did not cover as well as a bathing suit. David’s manhood was dangling and as he crawled, first one testicle then the other played peek-a-boo behind the white cloth.

After crawling for about thirty feet, David’s muscles ached. The girl on his back seemed to grow heavier. Eventually he reached his destination. Wendy dismounted. David felt as if he had just lost a hundred pounds, which in fact he had.

Carla was right, Wendy realized, riding a boy was more fun than riding a horse. David was warm and soft and firm. His back fit her derriere as if it had been made for her. Having a live boy under her thighs excited her. All too soon, the ride was over.

“Now give me my pants!” David demanded.

“You can get them yourself,” Connie said. “I threw them in that tree over there!”

David looked up and saw them dangling from a branch about twenty feet up.

“How am I supposed to get them down?”

“Either find a really long branch or climb.”

“In my underwear?”

“Or you could run home and put on another pair of pants and come back,” Connie suggested. “But you’ll hafta do it barefoot.”

David considered the options. If he climbed the tree, there was the possibility of someone walking by and seeing him in his underwear. If he ran home, he might still encounter a neighbor and he would have to cross the road in front of his house barefoot. It was paved with small, sharp stones. He made his decision and climbed the tree, which he found was not so easy to do in bare feet. As he pulled himself higher, the girls stood under him taking photographs and video. His shorts were at the end of the branch and he was afraid to climb out there. He thought about trying to shake them off, but if they fell, the girls could just take them again. So he crawled out and retrieved them. The girls applauded when he descended to level ground. He wasted no time pulling the garment on and fastening it.

“Your sneakers are behind that bush,” Connie told him, pointing.

A minute later, he was wearing them. He turned and headed for home.

“Leaving so soon?” Connie called out. “We have a game to finish.”

“I’m out,” he said.

“Then all we hafta do is get Joey. David, don’t you wanna watch?”

He decided that he did. After all, this was all Joey’s fault.

“Just remember we’ve got photos and video,” Connie reminded him. “If you try to help him, we’ll send them to everyone in school.”

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of helping him.”

Crouched behind the bushes, Joey had watched the girls chase into the woods after David. Minutes later, Connie came out and tossed something into a tree. It dangled from a branch and Joey realized it was David’s shorts. Connie ran back into the woods and a minute later, all four girls escorted David out of the woods. Joey watched as David was made to get down on all fours and give Wendy a horsey ride while her friends followed taking photos. He resolved not to allow them to do anything of the sort to him.

The girls divided, with Connie and Carla running in one direction while Cindy and Wendy ran in another. When they ran past the bushes behind which he lay concealed, he relaxed and began to creep toward the next base. Then he heard the sound of pursuit as Connie and Carla came running from behind. He stepped out of the bushes and ran, intending to use his superior speed to elude them. From the bushes in front of him a branch thrust out at ankle height and sent him sprawling. Before he could get to his feet, Carla leaped on him. Her weight flattened him to the ground. Before he could recover, Cindy sat on his shoulders, just behind his neck. Then Connie sat cross his calves. He was completely pinned.

Wendy removed his shoes and socks. Carla turned around to face his feet and knelt to take some of her weight off his back. Connie stood up. She found a sharp stick and dug it into his hip from underneath. As he rose the few inches Carla allowed to relieve his discomfort, Connie reached beneath him and undid his belt. She held the stick in place against his belly so he couldn’t flatten out to stop her. Wendy then pulled off his shorts, revealing his swimming trunks. Joey laughed as the girls stared in dismay. Then a gleam came into Connie’s eyes.

“It’s too bad you’re wearing a bathing suit,” she said.

“Yeah, too bad for you,” Joey chuckled. “You don’t get to embarrass me like you did to David.”

“No, it’s too bad for you. If you had chosen to play fair, so would we. But you can’t help cheating and this time it’s gonna cost you.”

She signaled Wendy who stared in shock. She signaled again, more emphatically. With a grin, Wendy put her thumbs in the leg holes of Joey’s trunks and slowly slid them down. Connie and Cindy recorded the scene.

Panic stricken, Joey shouted, “Don’t you dare! Cut that out!”

“I wouldn’t shout if I were you,” Carla advised. “This is a public place. People could hear you and come running.”

Tears stinging his eyes, Joey hissed threats through his teeth as his trunks were removed. He lay there with his naked butt exposed and bare manhood pressed against the grass. Wendy ran off to conceal the garments she had removed. Watching from a short distance away, David was relieved that he hadn’t followed Joey’s suggestion to wear bathing trunks. He hadn’t expected the girls to open his belt and take off his shorts but now he was glad that was all they had removed.

“So what did he do to you, Carla?” Connie asked.

“Well, first he did this,” she replied, slapping him twice in the center of his behind.

He yelped and jerked. This was far worse - both in pain and humiliation - than the slaps she had administered through his pants.

“Then he did this.”

She rubbed him with her palm, then she put her hand across his cleft and squeezed. Her hand reached lower between his legs until the tips of her fingers touched the underside of his manhood. Despite himself, he became aroused.

“Then he made me give him a horsey ride.”

“So now he has to give you one. Come on, Joey.”

“I can’t get up!”

“Why not?”

“You know why! You’ll see my business!”

“Haven’t you figured out that we’re going to see it? The only question is when, and that’s up to you. We’re gonna take turns sitting on you. Sooner or later, you’ll hafta get up if only to go to the bathroom. Soon other kids will be coming home from day camp. Maybe we’ll invite them to come here and watch you until you stand up.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Did we just prove we would?”

“Connie, someone’s coming!” Carla warned. From down the block a mother was crossing the field with her two daughters, ages eight and ten. “It’s Mrs. Sorrento and her girls. They’re headed this way.”

“You don’t mind if they see you, Joey, right?” Connie asked mockingly.

“Don’t let them see!” he pleaded.

“Then do we have a deal? As soon as they’re gone, you’re gonna get up?”

“Yes.” It was practically a whisper.

Carla turned around, knowing Joey could not move without exposing himself to the new arrivals. Then she sat down on his rump. It was soft and firm, like the most comfortable pillow. The shift in her position brought Joey some relief, first because it reduced the pain in his lower back and second because he was no longer exposed - at least temporarily. The feel of her soft behind against his naked one cause his manhood to extend further. He shifted his belly to deal with it. Cindy seated herself on his back and Connie across the back of his thighs behind Carla. Wendy stood behind them capturing the scene.

“Hey, why are you all sitting on Joey?” asked ten-year-old Amy Sorrento.

The girls looked at Connie, who was best at coming up with explanations.

“Joey made a bet that he could carry three of us on his back at the same time,” she said. “As you can see, he can’t. So now we get to sit on him for five minutes.”

“Cool!”

“You kids and your silly bets,” their mother laughed. “Come on, kids.”

When the trio was out of sight, the three girls stood up.

“See that, Joey?” Connie asked. “Carla literally saved your butt!” Her friends giggled. “Now it’s time for the great unveiling! Or maybe not so great. We’ll soon find out. Anytime you’re ready, Joey.” After a few moments, she said, “Come on, Joey! What’s the holdup?”

“You think this is easy for me? I’m having a hard time building up the nerve!”

“Then maybe you need a hand. Or several.”

She began spanking him. Carla and Cindy joined in. Joey had never felt so humiliated in his life. Three girls were slapping his bare behind while the fourth was undoubtedly recording it.

“Cut that out! That hurts!” he shouted, tears forming in his eyes.

“You have a choice,” Connie said. “You can lie there for a while getting spanked until you can’t take it anymore and stand up or you can stand up now and maybe be able to sit down again in a few hours.”

Reluctantly and with his face burning, he rose to his hands and knees. Connie put her foot in his side and pushed him over. He covered himself with his hands.

“No fair! He’s covering up!” Carla protested.

“Not for long!” Connie said, dropping to her knees and tickling him.

Carla and Cindy joined in. Joey writhed and wriggled but couldn’t fend them off without using his hands. During his struggles they managed to manipulate him on to his back. Connie seized his right arm and Carla his left and wrested his arms to his side. Each knelt on one of his arms and Joey now lay fully exposed to the gaze of all four girls, one who continued recording.

“You’re breaking my arms!” he shouted.

“We’ll get off if you keep your arms at your sides.”

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

He lay there motionless as all four girls examined him closely.

“Not exactly a great revelation but not too shabby,” Connie remarked. “It’s not like I have an accurate point of reference because I’ve only bathed little boys, but I’m not disappointed.”

Joey didn’t know whether to smile or cry.

“What are you gonna do with the photos?” he asked.

“That depends on you. You keep your mouth shut about this and stop teasing Carla and it all stays with us. You tell anyone or try to get revenge and we’ll email those photos to every kid at school. Got it?”

“I got it!” he hissed, through clenched teeth. “Are you done?”

“Just one last thing,” Connie said, touching his member tentatively.

“Hey, no touching!” he shouted, pushing her away.

“In case you haven’t notice, you’re a block away from your house, barefoot and naked from the waist down. You don’t know where your pants are. We do. Now do you want to walk home like that? I see the kids are starting to come home from camp.”

“Please give me back my pants.”

“As soon as we’re done. Are you gonna push me away again?”

He dropped his arms in resignation. Connie touched him again. She put her palm between his legs and cupped his manhood. She squeezed the shaft gently. Despite the acute humiliation, he felt his body responding.

“How big does this thing get?” she asked.

“Keep it up and you’ll find out,” Joey muttered.

When she was done, Carla took her turn. Joey was mortified to have this done to him by the girl he despised. Even so, his member felt like an iron bar. He yelled, “Let go now!” Thinking she had hurt him, Carla drew back. Joey turned his back on them and ran into the bushes. His body arched as he found release. Behind him the girls laughed.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now give me my pants back. If someone comes over and sees, your parents are gonna find out.”

Wendy ran off and returned. Carla took the bathing suit from her. She held it out in front of Joey. He reached for it, but she pulled it back.

“No, don’t take them. Climb in.”

This was the ultimate embarrassment, her holding out the trunks for him to climb into as if he were a child. Finally, he had them on. Wendy handed him his shorts. Wordlessly he grabbed them. His sneakers and socks were brought out and he put them on, all in silence.

“Are we done?” he asked when he was finished dressing.

“You still owe Carla a horsey ride,” Connie reminded him, “from this end of the bushes to that end.”

Joey looked at the distance and began to protest, then thought better of it. He just wanted the ordeal over with. He got down on all fours. Carla mounted him.

“Giddy up, horsey!” she shouted, slapping his butt.

“You already hit me enough!” he protested.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

She stopped hitting him but left her hand on this rear for the remainder of the ride. Back aching, knees stinging, he crawled to the finish line. He couldn’t wait for this to end so he could run home and lock himself in his room for the rest of the summer, for the rest of his life.

“Hey, now Joey’s giving Carla a horsey ride!” a girl called out.

“Hello again, Amy!” Connie greeted her. “Joey bet that he could carry Carla to the end of the bushes there.”

“That looks like fun. Could I get a turn?”

“After this, I think Joey needs a rest. But I’m sure David would be happy to take you.”

David glared at her and she smirked back, holding up her cell phone. Her meaning was clear. He had no choice if he didn’t want those videos circulated. He got down on all fours and the ten-year-old mounted him.

“Giddy up!” she shouted.

David counted his blessings. She wasn’t slapping or touching his butt. At least she was cute and much lighter than Wendy and she wasn’t trying to humiliate him. She thought he was doing this voluntarily to amuse her. He beat Joey to the finish line and Amy got off.

“Thanks for the ride, David!” she said. “That was fun!”

“My turn!” shouted her younger sister.

“David might be too tired,” their mother said.

“I’m sure he’s got enough strength to carry a little thing like Lisa,” Connie said. “She can’t be too heavy for you, right David?”

“She’s not too heavy. It’s just that my back wasn’t built to do this so long.”

“So take her on your shoulders. In fact, carry her home. It’s only a block away.”

David kneeled down and Lisa happily climbed on his shoulders. She was even lighter than Amy. He followed her mother and sister toward their house as Joey finally reached his destination and Carla dismounted. Joey stormed off to his house.

“Hey, Joey! David!” Connie called after them, “don’t forget that you still owe us horsey races!”

Chapter 4

Barefoot and in pajamas, David padded down the hall and opened the front door to Joey’s knock. His friend entered and removed his wet raincoat and sneakers.

“Why are you still in pj’s?”

“Why not?” David answered. “Am I going somewhere?”

“I used to hate rain during the summer. Today it’s not so bad. At least we won’t be seeing or hearing the girls.”

For the past three days, since their utter humiliation, they had stayed indoors as much as possible. They did not want to hear the jeering laughter or the reminder that they still owed the girls a horse race. They also wondered who else had been told or worse, seen the videos. Each time some girl smiled at them, they wondered if she knew. Sometimes it was impossible to avoid others, such as when their mothers sent them to the store for groceries. But during the day, while their parents worked and the glorious sun shone and there was so much to do outside, they secluded themselves indoors. Even this did not always help because they could hear the girls giggling on Carla’s stoop next door. At least today the rain would give them some respite from that mocking sound - or so they hoped.

“So what are we gonna do today?” David asked. “Same as yesterday?”

“I guess so.”

The computer was locked due to their having been discovered surfing for porn. There was nothing on TV except for kiddie programs and talk shows. For the past three days they had done little but discuss and rehash ad nauseam what had been done to them and how they would take revenge. There was just one problem. Any revenge they took would have to be done to all four girls simultaneously and that would be hard for just two boys to carry out. If they only managed to get one or two of the girls in a compromising video, the other two could still release the recordings they had. Even Joey’s devious and twisted mind could not find a way around that.

The girls were gathered next door. Three of them had shed their raincoats and foot wear. Carla was barefoot, not having gone outside.

“Well, it’s raining,” Cindy announced unnecessarily. “That means no races today.”

“So there’s always tomorrow,” Carla said.

The girls were not surprised when the boys hadn’t shown up the day after their humiliation. They assumed the boys - particularly Joey - needed a day to recover. But when a second and a third day passed, Wendy had commented, “I think we broke them.”

“Joey needed a little breaking,” Carla said, “but I feel a little bad about David.”

“I don’t think anything can break Joey,” Connie said. “He’ll take some time to recover and then he’ll be back, bad as ever. Good thing we have those videos to keep him in line.”

“I was really looking forward to a race today,” Cindy said. “I didn’t get one that day.”

“Neither did I,” Connie reminded her.

“But you got to touch his thing.”

“You got to see him naked and spank him. There are lots of girls in our school who’d love to have been there.”

“I wish I’d seen David naked.”

“I almost did but Wendy stopped it. Why’d you do that?”

“You were only supposed to pull down his shorts, not his underpants,” Wendy replied.

“But if they happened to come down, why’d you pull them up?”

“Because David didn’t deserve it. Actually, it wouldn’t have happened to Joey either if he hadn’t cheated and worn a bathing suit.”

“So what are we gonna do now?” Cindy asked. “Add more penalties? They’re not even doing the ones we already came up with.”

“They don’t even know about them,” Carla pointed out.

“So maybe it’s time they found out,” Connie said.

“When?”

“No time like the present.”

“But it’s raining!”

“That’s the perfect time. We have nothing to do. They have nothing to do. Let’s get it over with. But before we go over there, let’s decide exactly what we’re gonna ask them to do.”

For the next few minutes, they tossed out ideas. Connie rejected some as too much to ask. Then an idea occurred to her.

“Hey, Cindy, still want to see David naked?”

“What are we gonna do - jump him and pull off his underpants?”

“No. As Wendy said, he doesn’t deserve it. I’m gonna trick him into it, or should I say out of it?”

“You’re gonna trick David out of his underpants? I don’t believe it!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure. I’ll bet you ten bucks you can’t.”

“I’ll put in my ten,” Carla said.

“Wendy, you want in on this?”

“Only if you’re not gonna do something nasty, like pants him.”

“I already said I’m gonna trick him. He’s gonna take them off by himself.”

“Then I’m in.”

The boys were in Joey’s room having their usual pointless discussion about revenge when they heard the front door open. They stepped out into the hall.

“What are you doing here?” Joey demanded, as the four girls entered.

“Since you haven’t come to pay your debt, we thought we’d come and collect,” Connie said.

“You can’t just barge into a house without knocking!”

“Why not? We knew it was just the two of you in here.”

“And we’re entitled to privacy!”

“Exactly what could we have interrupted? I doubt you march around naked in David’s house or is there something about you we don’t know?”

“Of course not!” Joey protested, reddening.

“And even if you did, it’s not like we’d be seeing anything new. So why bother knocking? Anyway, this is David’s house, not yours, and I don’t hear him complaining, even though he’s in his jammies.”

A few days ago, David would have been embarrassed at being caught by girls in his pajamas but today he was relieved that it wasn’t his underwear. The girls removed their wet raincoats, sneakers or boots. The boys stared. While Carla and Cindy were wearing their usual shorts, Connie and Wendy were wearing short skirts. They gathered in David’s room. Cindy and Carla sat on the bed. Wendy sat in the chair David used when studying. Connie sat on the floor with the boys. The boys’ eyes were drawn to the spot where her skirt ended and her legs began. She toyed with them, crossing her legs and bending her knee, at times rewarding them with a quick flash of her pink panties.

“This is what we decided,” she began. “If you had come to us the next day, you would have had two races each so all four of us would have a turn. When that didn’t happen, we doubled it so each of us would have a turn with each of you. But you didn’t show up again. And that means another penalty.”

“Let me guess,” Joey said, “sixteen races.”

“That was yesterday.”

“So now it’s thirty two?”

“We thought of that. We also thought of making it a public event, holding it after camp and inviting other kids to join.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Joey, we have the video. We can do anything.”

“You promised you wouldn’t show it to anyone!”

“And you promised us horsey rides. As long as you hold up your end, we’ll hold up ours.”

“And how many people have you told about what happened?”

“No one.”

“So when Sally Wilson smirked at me, it was all my imagination?”

“Maybe you imagined her smirking at you and maybe she really did, but she knows nothing about this. You know how hard it is to keep a secret. You tell just one person and that person has to tell just one person and pretty soon everyone knows. That’s why you’re lucky the four of us are good friends. We have no one to tell but each other.

“Now we really don’t care about you but we feel a little bad that David got dragged into your schemes. It’s mostly because of him that we kept quiet. Now you can play this two ways. You can do what we tell you today and this is over - assuming you don’t start up again - or you can keep on interrupting me and I add more penalties to what we’ll ask you to do. And you’re gonna do it or we start showing your video to select people in the neighborhood, and by select I mean girls. Which will it be?”

“Tell us what you want,” Joey said, with a tone of resignation.

“As I was saying,” Connie continued, “we thought of inviting other kids to join but that wouldn’t be in the spirit of our bet. Unlike you, we don’t cheat. We also thought bringing in others could lead to people finding out. So it’s back to the four of us. And now, we’re not gonna ask for thirty two races or even sixteen. I calculated that it will take twelve for every one of us to race against every other one of us twice, once on each of you.”

“So just twelve races?” Joey asked in surprise.

“That’s right.”

“Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

“There’s one more thing and that’s the penalty for making us wait three days. You’re gonna do it naked.”

“No way!”

“Your call. You let the four of us see what we’ve already seen or we decide how many girls in school get to see those videos.”

Joey stared down at the floor, his insides roiling. In three days he had still not gotten over the humiliation and now they wanted him to do it again! But if he refused, that video could be shown to anyone: classmates, neighbors, girls he might want to date someday. He decided Connie was right. Letting the same four girls see him a second time was far easier than having dozens see him for the first time.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” he all but whispered.

“I see you already took your shoes off. You can keep your socks on if you like. Now take off your shirt.”

This part was easy. Joey often went shirtless. But he wasn’t accustomed to removing it while four girls stared at him with lust in their eyes and smirks on their lips. Still, he managed it.

“Now the pants.”

This was a bit harder. He told himself his briefs covered him as well as his bathing suit. Still he closed his eyes when he pushed them down. He knew he couldn’t just stand there with his eyes closed, so he forced them open. Four pairs of eyes were staring at him, particularly at his crotch.

“Keep going,” Connie ordered.

“I can’t,” he whispered.

“Then you don’t have to,” she said, and he felt a moment of relief, until she approached him and stuck her four fingers in the front of his briefs. “I can do it for you. Should I do it gradually or like tearing off a band aid?”

When he didn’t answer, she pulled the elastic band forward and looked inside.

“As I said before, nothing to be ashamed of.”

She knelt and pulled his briefs down in one sudden move. For one moment, her fingers actually brushed his manhood. Seconds later, her face was inches away. By the time Joey thought to act, it was too late to cover himself. Anyway, they had all already seen him. Connie pushed his briefs to his feet. Like an automaton, he stepped out of them.

“Okay, David, your turn.”

The girls held their breath. Was it going to be that easy?

“No way!” David said. “You haven’t seen me naked and you’re not gonna! And if you wanna show that video of me in my underwear to every girl at school, that’s still better than getting naked!”

“Take it easy, David. We already said we don’t want to embarrass you any more than you deserve and you deserve less than Joey. He’s the one who instigated this whole thing and talked you into participating and then cheated by wearing a bathing suit. That’s the whole reason he’s in this mess. You stripped Wendy to underpants so we did the same to you. If you had come to us during the next couple of days to pay up your debt, it would all be over. But you didn’t and now there’s a penalty. You have to do it in your underwear, which we’ve already seen.”

“And how do I know you won’t pull it down when I’m not expecting it?”

“Because - as I said - we don’t cheat. Because if we wanted to do that, we would have done it that day when we had the chance. Your underwear started to come off, remember? Wendy pulled it up for you.”

With trembling hands, David unbuttoned his pajama pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing again his pudgy white legs which matched his briefs.

“Now the shirt.”

“I want to keep it on. I had my shirt on the other time.”

“But now I’m asking you to take it off.”

“Dave!” Joey called out. “I’m naked here and you’re afraid to take off your shirt? Seriously?”

Looking down, David unbuttoned his pajama shirt and let it drop. He was ashamed that the girls were seeing his pasty belly protruding over the waistband of his briefs and his pasty chest.

Wendy remarked, “He looks like the Pillsbury Dougboy.”

Cindy commented, “I never noticed that he has the biggest boobs in the room.”

The girls giggled and David wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

“Connie, you owe us each ten bucks,” Cindy said.

“The day’s not over yet.”

“You still think you can do it? Remember, it has to be voluntary.”

“I’ve still got some tricks up my sleeve. My parents didn’t name me Connie for nothing. It short for Con Artist.”

“What’s this about?” Joey asked.

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“Then can we get started? I’d like to get this over with so I can get dressed.”

“Fine. This room is too small for races,” Connie announced. “Let’s move to the hall where we’ve got a nice track.”

The hall bisected the house from the bathroom at one end, past the two bedrooms and some closets. It terminated at the combined kitchen/dining area. Beyond that was the living room and then the front door. From the front of the house to the back was about thirty feet. The girls moved the kitchen table and living room coffee table aside to clear a path.

“The first race starts at the bathroom door and ends at the front door,” Connie decided. “Then we switch horses and turn around. I think Cindy and I should go first, since we haven’t gotten a ride yet. Cindy, any preference of horse?”

“It doesn’t make a difference since we’ll be trading for the next race.”

“Fine. I’ll start with Joey. Want to place bets on the winner?”

All four girls thought David would win so there was no one to bet against. Wendy and Carla waited in the kitchen so they had a view of both the hall and the finish line. Connie and Cindy stood in the open bathroom while David and Joey got down on their hands and knees.

Cindy stepped to David’s side, threw a leg over his bare back and sat down. She realized immediately that Wendy was right. This was the most comfortable ride ever. He was firm and soft and warm under her. His bare sides rubbing against her inner thighs was erotic as was his movement as he carried her across the room.

David knelt on the carpet feeling ridiculous with his oversize rump - clad only in briefs - thrust into the air. He felt a warm weight as Cindy settled on his back. She was lighter than Wendy but more substantial than the little girls he had carried a few days ago. He felt her bare inner thighs rub against his sides. He realized that only a thin bit of cloth separated her nether region from his back. He began to grow excited. Her dainty hand almost casually rested on his cleft. It felt hot. An electric shocked ran from her palm to his groin.

Connie straddled Joey and sat down. Now she understood what Carla had described. The feeling of riding a hot boy was indescribable. The play of his muscles under her excited her. She put her hand on his bare butt and the motion sent a shockwave through her arm.

Joey was humiliated, since the girls were getting a view of him only a proctologist should see. His manhood dangled on full display. Connie mounted him and suddenly all he could think was that the prettiest girl in class was on him and there was only a bare scrap of pink cotton between her crotch and his naked back. She took a firm grip on his naked behind and an iron bar sprang between his legs.

David easily beat Joey to the finish line. He was heavier than his friend and his passenger was lighter. He turned around to be in position for the next race. Cindy sat on his back waiting for Joey and Connie to arrive. Her hand continued to caress his rear.

“Okay, time to switch!” Connie announced. “Any bets?”

“I bet on David!” Cindy shouted.

“Are you sure? I’m heavier than you are.”

“And David’s heavier than Joey. This is gonna be a closer race.”

“Fine. Any other bets on David?”

“I’ll take David!” Wendy said.

“I’ll go with Joey!” Carla decided.

“So we each put ten bucks in the pot. The winners split it.”

“What about us?” Joey demanded. “We’re doing all the work!”

“You got a point. If you brought money, you can get in on the bet.”

“I didn’t bring any.”

“We’ll cut the winning horse in for ten percent. Win the race and you get four bucks.”

Connie sat down on David. She found him more comfortable than Joey, due to his extra padding. Cindy rode Joey. Compared to David, he felt boney. After Connie, Cindy seemed like a featherweight to Joey. He was confident he could win this race. Though Connie was heavier than Cindy, David had been enamored of her for a while and now feeling her warm nether regions against his back gave him added strength. He did not want to let her down. If he couldn’t be her knight in shining armor, he would at least be her trusty steed. He had to work harder this time, but he beat Joey to the finish line.

Carla and Wendy went next. Having already ridden one of the boys previously, they chose the other. Joey didn’t mind carrying Wendy. She was the second prettiest and second lightest girl in the room. David hadn’t realized how much Carla weighed until she mounted him. Though she was only a few pounds over her ideal weight, she was still the heaviest of the girls. This time no one placed a bet since everyone knew Joey would win. Then the girls traded horses and Joey fumed silently as he had to carry his nemesis once again. No bets were placed since it was a foregone conclusion that David would win.

“That’s four races!” Connie announced. “We’re a third of the way through. David earned four bucks. I won eight and Wendy won eight.”

“I need a break,” Joey insisted, rubbing his back.

“I think we all do.”

They took turns using the bathroom, then gathered in David’s room. Cindy and Carla sat on the bed. David and Joey lay face down on the carpet and rested their heads on their arms.

Connie whispered to Wendy, “Do you still want to touch his junk?”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to do it against his will. I think we humiliated him enough.”

“What if he volunteers?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Follow my lead.”

Connie hastily whispered some instructions. Wendy crawled over to Joey and Connie to David, then each girl slapped a boy on his butt.

“Hey! What was that for!” they demanded, almost in unison.

“It’s impolite to turn your back on company.”

“You’re hardly company. No one invited you!”

“You could have chosen to send us home.”

“And you would have shown that video to all your friends.”

“So you made the choice to let us stay. That makes us company and you’re rude to turn your backs. We’re giving you a chance to rest but you have to do it on your backs facing us.”

“That’s embarrassing!”

“More embarrassing than getting a bare butt spanking?”

The boys rolled over and lay on their backs. Joey thought of covering himself, then decided it was pointless. He left his arms at his sides. The girls stared again at his clearly visible parts, which had grown more noticeable during their recent activity.

“Joey, I want you to be completely honest,” Connie said. “How do you feel right now?”

“How do you think I feel? If humiliation was toxic, I’d be dead now! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life!”

“Oh, I know you’re embarrassed, that can’t be helped. This whole thing came about because of the way you constantly humiliated Carla. But aside from that, are you having a good time?”

“A good time?” he shouted. “Being a horse?”

“You know there are lots of guys who would be happy to play horsey with pretty girls.”

“You were saying that yourself a few days ago,” David reminded him.

“When was this?” Connie asked.

“Just before you asked us to play freeze tag. Joey said playing horsey to Carla wasn’t all that bad and doing it with the rest of you might be fun. We were about to ask you when you asked us to play freeze tag.”

The girls laughed at this revelation.

“You mean you were about to ask us to play when we asked you? And all of this happened because Joey just had to cheat? That’s hysterical! So getting back to my original question, aside from the embarrassment, did you have a good time? I think you did, particularly now that I know you were about to ask us to do it. In fact, I know you did. There are parts of your body that can’t lie.”

The girls giggled. Joey blushed but even he couldn’t hold back a smile.

“So let’s have an open and honest conversation. You know, it’s uncomfortable trying to chat in this position. Would you mind bending your knees?”

“What?”

“Bend your knees so your ankles are touching your butt.”

Mystified, Joey did as she asked. Connie put a hand on his knee. Then she threw one leg over him and sat on his belly, using his bent knees as a backrest. She extended her legs in front of her so that her calves lay on Joey’s shoulders.

Joey could hardly believe this was happening. The prettiest girl in class was sitting on his belly. He could see right up her short skirt. Her secret place was inches in front of his face, covered only by a thin strap of pink cotton. Her butt was pressed against the front of his manhood. He was sure it had grown taller than his bent knees!

“Connie, if you don’t get off, I’m gonna have an accident!” he exclaimed.

She rose with alacrity.

“Come here,” she said, holding out her hand and helping him to his feet.

“Where are we going?”

“To the bathroom. You don’t want to make a mess on David’s carpet. Get in the tub.”

“Are you planning to give me a bath?”

“Not exactly. But I know how to help you.”

“Sure. Go ahead. What’s everyone else doing here?”

The rest of the group had followed them.

“They might as well learn how it’s done.”

“I don’t think I want them here.”

“We already went through this a few days ago! Do you want to take care of this or not?”

“Okay, fine.”

“Wendy, see that bottle of liquid soap on the sink? Squeeze a generous amount into your hand. Now rub your hands together. Okay, now apply it to Joey. Be firm, yet gentle.”

Joey closed his eyes in ecstacy as she rubbed him. It didn’t take long before he exploded on the floor of the bathtub.

“And that’s how it’s done!” Connie announced dramatically, as Wendy washed her hands in the sink. “Joey, rinse yourself and the bathtub off, then come back and join us.”

They went back to the bedroom and claimed their former spots. David lay on his back on the rug and replayed what had just occurred. Sure Joey must have been embarrassed, but Connie had sat on him and given him a good look up her skirt, then Wendy had brought him to orgasm. For the first time that day, David actually felt a little jealous.

“So David, it’s your turn,” Connie said, and for a brief moment his heart skipped a beat as he thought she meant she was about to do the same to him. Then she added, “how are you feeling right now?”

“Tired and more than a little embarrassed.”

“That’s all? Not the least bit excited? Like I mentioned to Joey, certain body parts don’t lie. Or did you stuff socks in your crotch?” She reached out and touched him through his underwear. “No, that’s all you.”

David thought of protesting but realized he had actually enjoyed it.

“Hey, David!” Wendy said, “could you bend your knees?” He stared at her stupidly until she reminded him, “You know, like Joey did.”

David brought up his heels almost to his butt, forming a tent with his knees. Wendy imitated what Connie had done earlier. She sat on his belly, using his knees as a backrest and stretched out her legs. He now had a clear view up her short skirt. Every wrinkle of her femininity was visible through the strip of white cotton with the familiar flower pattern. It was pink today. He wondered if she just chose them at random or had a specific color for each day of the week. That thought, along with her rear’s close proximity to his manhood, caused him to lengthen further. Wendy reached behind herself as if the adjust something and her hand brushed him. Did she just touch his erection and did it feel like it was naked? She must have felt the same thing because she glanced behind herself.

“Oh my gosh, David! You’re popping out!” Wendy whispered.

In a panic, he tried to sit up and adjust himself but it wasn’t possible with his knees bent and Wendy sitting on him. If he lowered his knees, the others would see his exposure.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” she assured him.

She did so, which involved even more intimate contact. David was torn between terminating the pleasurable contact and having a very embarrassing and public accident.

“If you don’t get off me right now, I’ll lose control!” he said.

Wendy jumped up and David rose to his feet.

“That looks awkward,” Connie commented. “Should we take care of it like we did for Joey?”

“Let ‘em,” Joey advised. “It’s incredible.”

“Yes,” David whispered.

“Then let’s go.”

As they headed for the bathroom, David stopped.

“Does everyone have to be there?”

“How cute! He’s still shy!” Wendy teased.

“It is his first time,” Carla noted. “Maybe he’d prefer that only one of us be there the first time.”

David nodded.

“So who do you choose?” Connie asked.

He did not hesitate. “You.”

“Okay, come on. Now get in the tub.” He did so. “You have to take your underpants off, silly.”

When he hesitated, she pulled it down for him, then took it off when he stepped out of them. His manhood was not as long as David’s but it was thicker and sat in a nest of fine blonde hairs. Connie took a generous dollop of liquid soap and rubbed her hands together. Then she lathered David’s organ. Within half a minute, he exploded.

“Now I bet that felt good,” she said. He nodded. “Rinse yourself off and wash down that tub.”

He did so while she washed her hands. She dried him with a towel as if he were a child. Then she took his hand and started to lead him outside.

“Let me get dressed first,” he said.

“Why bother?”

“Because they’re gonna see.”

“So what? Didn’t you say that felt good?”

“It was incredible!”

“Don’t you want to do it again?”

“I’m gonna need some time to recuperate.”

She laughed. “I didn’t mean right this minute. I just meant at a later time.”

“Well, sure.”

“We’ve got the whole rest of the summer.” David’s face lit up as he considered the possibility. “I see you’re getting the picture. The problem is I don’t want to be the designated driver, if you know what I mean. All four of us will take turns. But that won’t happen if you play the shy little boy. It’s time you became a man, like Joey.”

“What should I do?”

Connie laughed again, but internally. Teenage boys were putty in her hands.

“You walk out there with pride! You came in here a little boy and you’re stepping out a man! And you can’t wait to do it again!”

She took his hand and led her naked pony boy back to the others.

“You each owe me ten bucks!” she whispered to the girls.

David lay on his back next to Joey, making no attempt to cover himself. The boys displayed themselves proudly.

Connie laughed again. “I just remembered that all of this happened because Joey was bored. He was bored because David’s dad locked up the computer and that was because the boys were looking at porn. What would he do if he found out what we did today?”

Everyone laughed, including the boys.

“He’s probably lock me out of the house,” David said.

“That wouldn’t help. We could all go to Carla’s or Joey’s. I bet he’d put a lock on your willy.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“I’ve heard there is. It’s like a little cage. It doesn’t stop you from going to the bathroom, just from having fun with it.”

“Then I hope my dad never finds out about it...or about this.”

They all laughed again. David and Joey found it strange that they could relax and be friends with the girls after having been humiliated so badly. The friendship and games kept them occupied throughout the summer and for a long time afterward.

(The End)