Stripped For Florida: The Team 6
By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2013 by Willie B., all rights reserved
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THE
TEAM
by
Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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DAY SIX
Mark lay huddled in a pile of leaves,
desperately trying to keep warm. After running out of the building he had
ducked into a culvert. He heard Melissa and Sean, Natasha and Marco calling his
name. He had almost responded when he heard the desperation in Evan's voice,
calling out his name over and over again. But he felt too sorry for himself and
too afraid of the future. At that point in time he was ready to do anything to
avoid being stripped down, trussed up, and delivered back to school as Fag
Exhibit 101. He had actually enjoyed the week at the spa -- not even a week,
just a few days, but already among the best days of his life. He thought over
the massages, the showers, the nights with Evan. He liked the ruby earrings
he'd picked out. It would be fun to wear a penis ring and see Evan in that sexy
two inch band on his long erect cock. But . . . his worst thoughts intervened. It
was all a trick. Nobody really cared about him. Where would Natasha and Sean
and the rest of them be when he got pulverized by a gang of bullies behind the
school? Evan would be out screwing his latest girlfriend. His parents cared
about him, he thought, but here they were making things worse. Stripping him? Where
had that idea come from? Why was Evan involved? Was this some crazy idea
concocted by their fathers? It must have been.
When he stopped crying Mark crawled cautiously
out of the culvert and headed down the road. It felt weird to be walking in
broad daylight along the highway, penis erect, fully naked. Nobody paid any
attention. A naked boy wasn't the most common thing in this part Florida--not
yet--but it was by no means a complete oddity. It was perfectly legal and
plenty of boys had been stripped and put on the pills that kept them hard all
the time. At first Mark was afraid the cops would pull him over. After all he
wasn't stripped yet. It was completely illegal for him to be naked. Then he
realized that the cops had no way to know that. Unless he walked into a store
or some other building there would be no scanner to pick up that he wasn't
wearing the embedded chip that proclaimed him a stripped boy. It had been
Mark's plan to find a way to get to the other side of the interstate, stand by
the entrance and hitch a ride back home. He wasn't sure what his parents would
think, but at least he would still be able to go back to school wearing clothes
and have his old miserable life back again, instead of some newly imposed
horror. Mark was well aware of the fact that once the strip chip was embedded
behind his left ear there was absolutely no going back -- technology,
surveillance, the law and the courts created an unassailable wall against
stripped kids reverting to unstripped status. The only possible way out was to
leave the state. In the end darkness fell, his belly ached with hunger and cold
dew started falling. Mark had never found a way to the other side of the
highway. He curled up in a bank of leaves and tried to go to sleep.
Mark dreamt that someone was poking him with a
long stick and that he was going to be skewered and dipped in a big vat of
cheese fondu. The warmth appealed to him and he prepared himself to be stabbed
through the middle and lifted into the air. The dream changed and from very far
away he heard his mother calling his name. He was four years old and had
wandered too far from the house. He'd been excited about his adventure in the
woods, but had gotten scared when he couldn't figure out which way to get back
home. He turned and followed his mother's voice. Then somebody was shaking him
and Evan was yelling his name, crying between words, "Mark, I thought you
were dead, Mark, please, wake up, are you okay, Mark." Mark opened his
eyes and saw Evan leaning over him in the half-darkness. The moonlight filtered
down through the branches of the tree under which he had fallen asleep. For
some reason he noticed that Evan's penis was still completely erect. "Wake
up, please, Mark, please, I don't want you to die."
Mark shook himself awake at those words. "I'm
okay, Evan. I'm okay."
Evan collapsed next to him and hugged him tight.
Mark snuggled into the warmth of his friend's naked body. Tears welled up in
his eyes and he shook with silent sobs. Evan simply held him. After a while
Evan spoke. "Everyone's really frightened, Mark. The police gave up for
the night, but I should really let Sean and the others know that you're
okay."
"I'm not ready to go in. Can't we just be
alone for a bit?"
"Sure, anything you want. I just need to
tell them I found you and that you're fine. I'll tell them we need some time
before we come inside."
"Okay. Don't be gone long."
"I'll be right back. Don't move." Evan
touched Mark's hand tenderly, got up and ran off, his bare skin flashing in the
moonlight. After ten minutes he returned. "Okay, everyone's going home and
Sean's going to the spa. They're really worried about you, but I insisted that
you were alright. I hope you are!"
"Physically I'm fine, yes. Mentally I'm
really confused."
"I understand. You want to talk?"
They sat quietly for half an hour, holding one
another but not saying a word.
"Can we walk?"
They got up and walked out from under the
trees. To Mark's surprise they were just a few yards from the spring fed pond.
"I should have known this is where I'd
find you," said Mark.
"Really? I had no idea where I was
myself!"
"Are you scared to go home?"
"After a ran away I was scared of being
anywhere. I was going to try to hitch a ride home, but I had decided no one
cared about me at all."
"I care."
"I know. Thank you for coming to find
me."
"Of course. What did you think? Oh, sorry,
you just told me what you thought."
"And my parents care about me. But,
really, why do you think our dads came up with this whole idea? Of stripping
us? I'm sure it was their idea."
"Probably," murmured Evan.
"So, what do you think, why are they doing
this?"
"Mmm, you'd have to ask them their
reasons. But, I can think of my own."
"You mean you're in favor of this
too?"
"Not exactly in favor," answered
Evan, "more like I've been wracking my brains about this ever since you
freaked and ran out of the room. I've been up the entire night, searching for
you frantically, answering a barrage of questions from police detectives,
watching Sean and Melissa and Marco and Natasha on the edge of losing it. They're
responsible for both of us you know. What would they ever tell your parents? Sorry,
we lost your son, too bad! Anyway, I've been pondering all this. I enjoyed the
last few days. It has been great getting to know you. You're suddenly my best
friend in the world. I never thought I'd have sex with a guy and here I am just
waiting for the next time."
Mark grinned.
"I've enjoyed being naked, the massages;
we've had fun hanging out and playing games, working out, swimming. Geez, I've
loved everything! But . . . "
"But, what?" asked Mark, worry in his
voice.
"I think for you these have probably been
the best four days of your entire life."
Mark nodded.
"Of course you're scared to go home -- or
back to school, whatever. How could it be as good as this?"
"That's true."
"But why return to the exact situation you
hated so much?"
"But that's what I'm doing, don't you
see?"
"I think you're missing something."
"What's that?" demanded Mark, trying
to quell a sudden anger.
"The situation is made up of more than
just the other people; what about you? You can return different than you were
before."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, on the outside you're going to look
completely different. That much is obvious. You're going to be naked, tanned,
buffed, smooth, sporting a huge erection, tattooed in silver and gold, and
wearing a platinum and gold penis ring. You'll look like a god walking onto the
school campus. Hell, I'm going to look like a god, too!!!! Two gods returning
from a week getaway!"
"You're thrilled about it, Evan. You're
going to attract the attention of every girl in the school."
"Don't think I haven't realized
that," grinned Evan, "but you're different inside too -- that's where
I'm going with this argument."
"How am I so different? Change the
package, change the boy? Strip him and it makes everything better -- oh, don't
forget some jewelry, that always helps." Mark's voice dripped sarcasm.
"Shall I spell it out for you then? You're
famously gay, but before this week you'd never even kissed a boy. Now you've
had the courage to let yourself actually get close to a flesh and blood human
male. You've let out some emotion, showed that you care how another person
feels and betrayed your own emotions, too. You're standing a little taller, and
I don't mean your dick. You have more pride in who you are. You even had the
courage to get angry and walk out the door! Use that anger. Show everyone that
Mark is a person who stands tall and isn't ashamed of who he is. You're just
the opposite of ashamed: you're a caring person who just happens to be as sexy
as hell. Believe me, some boy is going to respond to that -- many boys is my
guess."
"I don't want many boys."
"Liar."
"Okay, you got me. But I do love
you."
"I love you, too. You're my best friend. You're
my lover right now, maybe for a long time, I don't know. But, I'm not
everything you'll ever want. You may not see that now, but I'm not keeping you
in a box. You've got a whole world to explore. So let's finish getting bronzed
and buffed and tattooed and all done up in paraphernalia -- why not! We're
young, bold, sexy and wild."
"I'll go along with all of that except the
wild part, but . . . "
"It sounded good, though, didn't it?"
"It did Evan, yes it did. Let's go get
this done!!!"
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The atmosphere in the big room was festive. Music
blasted through the sound system while Melissa worked painstakingly on Evan's
gold filament tattoo. He had selected celtic knot armband designs that wrapped
around his biceps, as well as matching celtic rondels on the sides of his hips,
wrapping back onto his buttocks. Evan was obviously enjoying the attention, and
the prolonged close up view of Melissa's shapely breasts.
Marco was working on Mark, who had opted for
delicate platinum wings rising up from his pubic area on either side of his
long erection. He'd even asked about and agreed to undergo the painful process
of getting a matching platinum filigree design along the skin of his penis. Marco
was holding off, waiting to do that part last. He said that even he was nervous
about the thought of the pain Mark might feel. Mark, on the other hand
displayed a new attitude, embracing each new body modification with pride.
Everyone had been very happy to see him, but
nobody had grilled him with questions. Independently each person had come up to
him and given him a hug or a pat on the back. He knew he was cared for. But he
was no longer simply enjoying his stay. Evan's words had inspired him and he
was now an active participant in shaping himself for his return.
At lunch Sean had explained the stripping
process and the special permissions they had gained for Mark and Evan. "As
you know, you'll each get a special microchip placed behind your left ear. As
soon as the bandage is applied, the microscopic chip will embed itself beneath
your skin. Any scanner in the state of Florida can pick it up. Not only will it
identify you as a stripped person, but your identity and whereabouts can be
traced by any emergency or law enforcement personnel. If Mark had been stripped
before yesterday, we would have been able to find him within half an hour. So,
I'm sorry to say you'll have a whole lot less anonymity. Part of our program
here has been to use our seven days to transform each of you into the best
specimen of young male beauty we could possibly carry out."
"I thought I was the highest specimen of
young male beauty," protested Marco.
"Excepting Marco, here of course,"
laughed Sean. "I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but for some reason
both of you are already in the upper 10th percentile for erect penis
length."
Evan tried to suppress a grin, but Sean caught
him out. "I can see that at least one of you already suspected as much. Mark?"
"Huh? Um, I think Evan has a really long
dick -- I really do!"
"True enough, but have you seen your own? It's
almost exactly the same."
"I really don't think so," disagreed
Mark.
"Guys, guys, guys -- do we have to measure
them? Really!" protested Natasha.
"Maybe we do," replied Sean. "But
we're going to wait until we finish two more steps. What I wanted to say before
we started arguing size was to say that DESPITE your already greater than
average erection length, we obtained permission from the Stripped For Florida
program to keep you on a double dose of pills for the first year that you are
stripped. We have no doubts that it is a safe dose. The medical tests we
performed were submitted for review and your pediatricians, the state medical
panel and your parents have all signed permission. So far we've been giving you
an introductory dosage, but starting today we will be doubling that. I think
you will notice immediate results. In addition, we will be activating the
vibration feature of your penis rings which will keep you constantly
stimulated. We're purposely keeping it at a mild level. It is possible to put
the rings on boys such that they are almost guaranteed to cum every three or
four hours all day and night. Don't look so shocked. There are parents who do
that to their children -- yes, to girls, too! However, we'd like you to be able
to choose when, how and with whom you'd like to have your orgasms. What we're
really going for here is an awesome impression. When people see either of you
we want them to sense that an astoundingly fit, robust, and sexy boy has just
filled the room with his presence. Two of you together -- well, it will just be
too much!"
Everyone laughed.
"I can't wait!" exclaimed Evan.
Mark just beamed.
The lecture was given at lunch, but it wasn't
until supper that the extra dose of pills was given to the boys. It had taken
hours to complete the tattoos, but they were stunning. Mark's penis was sore
from the procedure and he was under strict orders not to use it for anything
other than peeing until it had healed up.
"We'll turn the rings on tomorrow!"
announced Sean.
After dessert and a game of cards everyone went
home, leaving Sean and the two boys. "Want to stay up and watch a movie?
I've got a big screen TV in my room. It'll distract you from not being able to
fuck, Mark."
Mark started to protest but Sean cut him off. "I
know what two sexy boys do when they're together. So, what do you say? You can
pick from any DVD I have."
They ended up watching Harry Potter and arguing
about the theme park attraction at Universal. The company, more than the movie,
was so enjoyable that Mark was shocked to hear that it was 2 a.m.
"At least I'm not outside alone," he
remarked. It was the first thing he had said about his ordeal all day.
Sean clasped the boy to him and gave him a hug.
"Next time you're outside I hope it's because you're on a camping trip and
someone is keeping you warm!"
The boys went to their room and fell asleep as
soon as they hit the bed.
(The End)