Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation, femdom)
By Aldric

Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Part 1: Eighth Grade

Eighth grade, the first time I've been the boss around
anything. Next year I change schools and go to high school,
and I start over again at the bottom, but until then I've
got this year to enjoy. Now, instead of having to do
whatever the big kids tell you to do (or suffer the
consequences), I'm the big kid. All the little kids walk
the halls in fear of me and the other members of my class.
I'm on the top.

All this was going thorough my mind as I looked through my
backpack. I was spending the night at Tim's house tonight,
and I was positive I had a pair of clean underwear hidden in
the bottom. Everything else was there, just the underpants
were missing. I was worried about it, because when I packed
this morning before school, it was the only ones left that
didn't have my initials printed on the waist band. All the
others were used at summer camp last summer. If someone had
them, then it wouldn't take long before they would be flying
from the flagpole. That would be about the most
embarrassing thing someone could do to an eighth grader.
The last time a pair of my underpants flew from the pole was
when I was in sixth grade. A little different then about
thirty seconds before they went up the pole I had been
wearing them. And the eighth graders who were raising them
had my shorts too. I had to stand there and salute my
underwear until they reached the top of the pole and the
ropes were tied off before they would give me back my
shorts. I remember standing at attention in more ways than
one.

But most likely I just forgot to put them in the pack this
morning. They were probably still lying on my bed. Still,
it could be a minor problem as Tim and I and Mike, who was
also coming over, stripped down to our underwear for a while
before bed and talked and stuff, and you wanted to be sure
and have a clean pair so that no piss stains or racing
strips showed. I decided that I would stop at the boys'
room and make sure the pair I was wearing was clean enough.

Inside a stall, I inspected them. A little yellow spot in
the front, okay in the back. I could try and get by, or I
could take a pair from Tim's room when nobody's looking and
change into those. He and I are about the same size. That
decided, I pulled up and left, making sure before I walked
out that I had zippered my fly. Walking around with your
fly unzipped marked you as a target, even if you were an
eighth grader. If you were lucky, someone would only ask
you about barn doors and horses or some such thing. If you
were having a bad day, two or three boys would hold your
arms behind you while someone pulled your underpants open
and exposed your dick.

As I left the school and headed for the bike rack, I saw a
bunch of girls hanging around. They acted like they were
waiting for me, and never wanting to pass up a chance to
score some points with the girls, I hurried over to them.

"Come out to the field with us Jon" asked Traci, one of the
cutest girls in my class.

I looked at my watch. I was supposed to meet up with Mike
at 3:30 and we were going to ride to Tim's house together.
I had a couple of minutes to spare. "What's up? I only
have a few minutes. What's going on in the woods?"

"You can help us ea, earn, er . . " began Crystal. She was
choking on her words. Another girl helped out. "We just
need your help for a few minutes. It won't take long. It's
too embarrassing to talk about here. Please just come out
to the woods with us for a minute that's all it will take."

Too embarrassing to talk about, huh? Okay, I was hooked. I
followed the five girls across the soccer field and into the
woods. We had only gone past a few trees when one of the
girls gently kicked me in the back of my knees, causing me
to fall over backward. I landed on the ground with a thud,
but before I could move, two of the girls sat on my chest.
I could feel someone untying my shoelaces while another hand
was undoing my belt.

"What're you doing?" I yelled. "Come on, let me up." One
shoe slipped off, and cold hands were reaching inside the
top of my pants trying to unsnap my jeans. I tried to bat
one of the girls on top of me with my arms, but I had no
leverage. I tried to roll sideways, but they used fingers
in my armpits to tickle me into submission. The other shoe
came off, and I could feel my zipper going down. My dick
had risen to full attention, and I could feel the hand
lowering my zipper slide across it.

"Oh, his thing is right there!" said Traci. To emphasize
her point, she grabbed it through my underpants. Meanwhile,
one of the girls sitting on top of me began to unbutton my
shirt.

"Hey, cut it out! Please don't do this, I've never done
anything to you girls." No luck, my jeans were now being
pulled down past my knees.

"Oh be quiet. It's not what you think, we just need
something. Then we'll let you go. It'll only take a
minute, just like we said."

My jeans came off, and down went my briefs. All the girls
gave a little scream as soon as I was exposed. I could feel
my dick jerking in time with my pulse. This was something
that should be happening to the little kids, not to me.
"Hey, come on, I'm an eighth grader. Can't you do this to a
little kid?"

As soon as my underwear cleared my ankles, they all jumped
off me. I immediately started to stand up, which is what
they expected, as they then took my shirt, leaving me naked
except for my socks. The first girls were already running
across the soccer field, the girls with my shirt headed off
at an angle.

"We don't want you to chase us. Your clothes are up in that
tree. By the time you get them, we'll be gone. And thanks,
you've really helped us." I looked in the tree Crystal had
pointed to, and could see my shoes and pants hanging from a
branch. Another girl dropped my shirt in the middle of the
soccer field.

I actually started to run after them anyway, but as soon as
I reached the edge of the trees I stopped and remembered
that I was totally naked. "Damn" I thought. "Just when
things were going so well, I get stripped by girls! How am
I ever going to live this down?"

I walked back to the tree. My pants were just beyond reach,
but my shoes came down easily. I needed to put them on in
order to climb the tree to get my pants. Good thing I could
climb trees, I don't know what I would have done otherwise.
I decided I had better get a move on, this area was used by
a lot of kids, and eighth grader or not, if I got caught out
here with my pants up a tree, I'd be playing hide-and-seek
for them until after dark.


Part 2: Tom and Kurt

It took five minutes to get out to the branch that held my
pants. A sharp stick poked me in the balls, but didn't tear
the skin, thank God. Finally I got them down. I looked all
around for my underpants, but couldn't find them. Again, I
though about being found out here without pants, and started
pulling my jeans on over my shoes. I wasted more time
struggling with them; finally I realized that I wasn't going
to get them on over my shoes. But now I couldn't get them
back off over my shoes either.

As I sat back down on the ground to work at getting them
off, a stick poked my bottom. I jumped back up swearing at
it.

"What're you doing out here without your pants on? Did the
big kids take them? They did that to me out here once and
threw them up in a tree."

I knew I had been taking too long. I looked around and saw
a boy that I guessed was about 11 years old. "Ya, the big
kids did it to me, and now I've got them stuck over my
shoes. Help me pull them off, okay?"

He bent over and grabbed the bottom of my jeans and began
pulling as hard as he could. "How come your thing is hard?"

I had forgotten about that. Before I could think up a
suitable answer, I heard another voice. This one I
recognized, and knew I now had a new problem. "Run!" I said
to the kid who had been helping me.

He stood and ran, but only got four steps before one of
Kurt's friends grabbed him. Kurt Rasner had been my
tormentor since we were in fourth grade. He had been set
back twice, so he was 11 then and I was 9. Now we were both
eighth graders, but he was 15 to my 13, and much bigger than
me.

"Well, well, things are really getting bad when sixth
graders are depantsing eighth graders. Jack, help him off
with those jeans."

I stood up ready to defend myself, but tripped over the
jeans that were still bound up with my shoes and fell flat
on my face. My ankles were raised and I slid about 2 feet
across the ground on my balls before my jeans finally came
free of my shoes. Before I could get up, by shoes were
pulled off too, and then, just for good measure, my socks as
well. Now I really was completely naked. At least my fear
of Kurt had caused my erection to subside.

I looked over at the boy who had been trying to help me; the
other boys were just finishing up removing his clothes. He
was trying hard to hold back tears, but was not being very
successful. I didn't blame him, I felt like crying too.

"Now, we wouldn't want anything to happen to these here
clothes, so I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll put them in
the back seat of my brother's truck, which is over at the
high school. It's a black '92 Chevy Blazer. But school
lets out at 3:45, so you had better get there before he
leaves, or you'll have to come to my house to get them."

He and the other boys took off running with our clothes.
Without shoes, there was no way we could keep up. I slowed
to a walk. The boy now had tears dripping off his chin.
"Hey, what's your name?"

"Tommy. I mean Tom. My name is Tom."

"Well, Tom, try and hang in there. This'll work out
somehow. But we need to move a little faster. Can you
speed up some?"

"I'll try, but it really hurts my feet. Are we going to
have to go home naked? I've got sisters, and I don't want
them to see me."

"I'm gonna try and get our clothes back. When we get close
to the school, you stay hidden. I'll run and try and find
our clothes, and when I do, I'll bring you yours and then
walk you home. Okay?" At least the tears had slowed down.
I was already going to be real late meeting Mike; I might as
well get this kid home safe.

"Would you really do that for me? Or will you just get your
clothes and leave mine in the car? After all, I've seen you
pick on other kids. I don't want to have to go to that
kid's house."

"I really will bring your clothes back to you. I have
picked on kids, but that's what eighth graders do. But
you've been picked on enough today. Besides, you were
trying to help me, so I'll help you. And I can run faster
than you, that's why I'll go. But I promise you, if I find
the Blazer, I'll bring your clothes to you." By now, we had
reached the border of the trees with the high school. I
looked out into the parking lot, trying to spot a black
Blazer. Unfortunately, I wasn't real sure exactly what a
Blazer looked like. Tom solved that problem for me.

"There's one, over there, and it's black."

I looked where he was pointing, and saw a black SUV. It
didn't look anything like what I though a Blazer would look
like. "Are you sure that's a Blazer Tom?"

"Ya, my dad has one."

That was good enough for me. Reminding Tom to stay in
place, I headed as fast as I could go across the field
towards the parking lot. About the same time I stepped on
pavement, I heard the bell ring, and kids started pouring
out. I tried to move faster.

So far, only a few high school kids were entering the
parking lot. Most of those that saw me just laughed, but a
few pointed me out to other kids. My cheeks were burning
bright red as I made my way to the Blazer. Just before I
got there, I saw someone who bore a resemblance to Kurt get
in. I started moving faster, but the Blazer started backing
out. I changed direction, hoping to cut off the Blazer
before it could leave the parking lot.

The only thing that saved me was that so many people were
trying to leave at once that the Blazer had to stop for
traffic. Just before it was free to move, I stepped out
from behind a car and jumped right in front of it. The
driver looked surprised, and then started telling me to get
out of his way. I stepped around to the side and he started
forward, so I climbed up on the running board.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm looking for my clothes. Your brother hid them in
here."

"Get the hell off of here. I don't have your clothes, and I
don't have a brother. Now GET DOWN!" He gave me a gently
push, not enough to knock me off, but enough to let me know
he could. I stepped off the running board and he sped away.

Horns were honking all around me, and I was the subject of
several catcalls and worse. My dick was rising towards full
hard again. Dejected, and not sure what to do, I started to
head back to the woods. As I looked for a way through the
crazy mix of cars, I spotted another black Blazer. Ignoring
the traffic as much as I could, I ran towards it. As I
approached, the back door opened. Kurt and a girl were in
the back, and a second girl was sitting behind the wheel.

"Nice job. Very nice, you're much braver than I guessed. I
forgot, you didn't have to hurry my brother has track
practice tonight. He won't be leaving for hours yet. But
don't leave, come inside and we'll go for a ride."

I looked inside, but didn't see my clothes and started
looking back towards the woods.

"Oh no, don't leave. My associates are up there. I figured
you'd leave the kid. Now get in here."


Part 3: Parking Lots and Fire Drills

I could hear one of the girls telling him to leave me alone,
but at this point I was more worried about Tom. "Leave Tom
alone. You've got me, I'm thoroughly embarrassed, what more
do you want?" I got in the back seat and Kurt and the girl
moved so that I was between them. The third girl started
the truck up and pulled out into traffic.

"I don't think we've scratched the surface of thoroughly
embarrassed yet, but I'll make this short. Where are your
underpants?"

"What?" was all I could say.

"It's a simple question. You should know that the longer
you delay, the worse it is for Tom. And for you. So once
again, where are your underpants?"

What was all this about my underpants? "I don't know. Why
on earth do you care about my underpants?"

"I don't. She wants them. You're name is Jon, isn't it?
You weren't wearing them, they weren't in the clothes I took
from you, and they weren't anywhere around the tree. So
where are they?"

I looked at the girl he had indicated. She looked about my
age, and she was staring at my dick. I covered it up with
my hands. "Some girls in my class took them."

"Holy shit, you call yourself an eighth grader? Girls took
them? Boy, are you in trouble."

"Where's my clothes, and why all this interest in my
underpants?" I was getting very close to tears now,
understanding how Tom had felt. Tom, that reminded me, Kurt
said something about Tom being in for more trouble.

"Your clothes are in the dumpster behind our school. Until
my friends hear from me, they will keep telling Tom what
they are going to do to him. They will scare him very much.
As long as you're doing what you're told, Tom is relatively
safe, only he doesn't know that, so he's scared and getting
more scared by the minute. This will all end as soon as you
can produce a pair of your underpants to Tammy here."

Tammy I knew that name. She was in my grade at school.
This was getting worse. Tammy whispered something to Kurt.

"Okay, so somebody beat her to it. Here's how you can save
Tom. First, Tammy wants you to show her your dick. So
bring it out where she can see it. Point out its best
features, show her everything about it. Do a good job, and
I'll tell you the second thing she wants before Tom runs out
of time.

This was bad. I lifted my hands from my groin. I tried to
talk, but no words would come out.

"No, you aren't doing well enough. Get it up here where she
can see it. Show it off, talk about it. Show her what
happens when you rub it. You're running out of time."

I rose up higher off the seat, pointing my dick towards her
face. "This, um, this is my dick." I paused, not sure what
to say, and not wanting to say anything. I noticed that the
truck was heading towards the shopping center. The though
of being naked caused me to cover up my groin with my hands
again.

"Poor Tom, left alone with just my friends to torment him.
He'll probably die of fright there and all because you
aren't proud of your dick. Here's the deal. From now on,
every time you cover your dick, this takes longer and gets
worse. Every time me or one of the girls tell you to do
something, you do it immediately or I'll get bored and call
my friends and tell them to tie up Tom over by the projects.

"I don't know what you want."

"I want you to show her everything about your dick where the
most sensitive spots are on it, how big it is, how often you
measure it. Tell her what you think about when you beat
off, and show her how it works.

This was getting worse. I had to find a way to do this. At
least next year when I have to take public speaking, it
won't be as bad as this. I gave it my best try.

"This is my dick. Its four and three-quarters inches long.
The top is really sensitive, especially along the bottom
right here. When I beat off, umm, I guess I think about
girls." I was just ready to start to rub it when she
reached over and ran her fingernail along the spot I had
said was most sensitive. My dick jumped wildly, and I
nearly shot right then and there. I reached down to block
her hand from touching me.

"Uh, uh, uh, there'll be none of that." Kurt took my arms
and pulled them away. "Now I told you it would get worse.
I'm feeling a little lonely. I want you to walk over to
that car there and invite the driver over."

The truck had parked in a fairly empty area of the shopping
center. There was one car where Kurt was indicating. "And
I want you to WALK, with your arms at you side. If you run,
or if you cover up, we'll drive off." Kurt opened his door
and got out, pulling me out with him.

I was very naked, with the hardest erection I had ever had,
standing in the middle of a parking lot with cars driving
by. No one seemed to have noticed me, so I walked quickly
over to the car. As I approached, the window came down.
Inside was another girl.

"Kurt asked me to invite you over."

The girl couldn't stop giggling. Without a word, she rolled
up the window and got out, locking the car. We walked back
to the Blazer together. Kurt got in the front seat, and I
got in back between the two girls.

"Very good" Kurt said. "You did just what I asked. This is
Donna, and Donna, this is Jon and that's Tammy. Jon was
just about to show Tammy how he plays with himself."

I started to rub it again, but again Tammy grabbed my hand.
"You said you think of girls when you play with it. Who
specifically do you think of?"

"Um, sometimes Xena, and sometimes Traci." The truck pulled
out of the parking lot.

"Traci Goldstein?" asked the second girl, whom I had nearly
forgot about. All I could do was mumble a weak "Yes."

"Oh, wait until I tell her I watched you beat off thinking
about her."

Those words did it more than anything else. I could feel my
balls heave, and tightened my grip. My stomach twisted, and
I shot loads of cum.

The truck moved through town and back in the direction of
school. But before we got there, we pulled into a small
county park.

"Jon, do you know what a fire drill is?" asked Kurt.

"I think so," I answered apprehensively.

"Tell you what, we're going to practice it here. When you
hear me call it out I want you to get out, walk around the
truck, and get back in. That's all there is to it, okay?"

We continued driving through the park until Kurt pointed to
a space next to a basket ball hoop where 3 boys of about 10
years old were shooting hoops. As we pulled in, Kurt yelled
"Fire drill!"

I started out towards the back of the truck and noticed the
boys shooting baskets hadn't noticed me yet, but as I came
around the front the hysterical laughter coming from inside
the car attracted their attention. As they looked at me, my
mortification increased and I covered up my groin without
thinking

"Look, they're making that kid run around naked" called one
of the boys, and they all came running over to get a better
look. As I came back to the door and reached to get in, I
found it locked.

"I warned you about covering up, now didn't I?" asked Kurt
through the window. "Now I want you to go over and play a
game of pig with them. If you can beat all three, you can
get back in, but if you get a pig then they can decide what
to do with you."

In stunned disbelieve I slowly followed the boys back onto
the court. "This is going to be so cool" said one of them
as he flipped me the ball. "You shoot first."

Two of the boys were not good shooters, and even though I'm
too embarrassed to shoot well, both of them are quickly
eliminated. The third boy, however, is good, and it's my
shot as both of us have a "PI" from missing the other's
shot. I decided to try and find his range so I moved out
behind the foul line and sunk an easy jumper.

"Too easy" he says, and puts it through with the ball
touching nothing but net. I moved back 10 feet and sunk
another.

"Getting harder" he says, putting it off the backboard and
into the net. "But not hard enough to beat me."

I'm getting desperate, knowing that somebody is bound to
drive through the park eventually. I moved back 15 feet
further and shot again. The ball hit the front of the rim
and rebounded right to him.

The boy grabbed the ball in the air and ran under the net,
tossing it up over his head and behind him as he passed.
The ball rolled around the hoop two times before falling in.
I've never even tried a shot like that.

"Stand right over there, and I'll toss you the ball just
like I caught it," he said, pointing to where he started. I
moved to the spot and caught the ball, took two steps under
the basket and flipped it up over my head.

I didn't need to turn around; the loud yells of joy from the
three boys told me I had missed. Kurt and Tammy got out of
the truck and congratulated the boys. "What do you want to
do with him?" asked Tammy.

The three boys held a short conference. After reaching a
consensus the one who had made the winning shot said "We
want to spank him until he cries."

"Sounds good to me" said Kurt. He led me over to the front
of the truck and had me stand on the bumper with my hands on
the hood. That left my backside sticking out in the air.

The boys took turns slapping my ass with their hands. It
was getting sore and starting to burn, but I was determined
not to let a bunch of 10-year olds make me cry. The boys
were also getting tired and bored.

"I don't think you're getting through to him. Try this" I
heard Kurt say. I couldn't see what he had handed them, but
the boys responded with new enthusiasm.

I heard the belt whip through the air just before it hit.
The pain was more than I was ready for and I jumped up on
the hood.

Kurt pulled me back into position. "That one doesn't count,
he moved" Kurt said.

The next one wrapped around my hip and nearly hit my balls.
The pain was more than I could withstand, and I let the
tears flow out to end it.

"Okay, you made him cry" said Kurt. I started to get up but
Tammy pushed me down and said "Hold it, the other two still
get their turn."

The next kid nearly missed, and only the end of the belt
hit, but it curled between my butt cheeks and hurt even more
than the others. I cried out and stood up, but Kurt pushed
me back down.

"Good one. Doesn't count though because he moved again."

Somehow I endured two more hits without moving. The tears
were now flowing freely down my face. Kurt grabbed my arm
and pulled me up in front of the three boys. "Tell them
thank you" he told me.

I mumbled a quick thanks to each boy while staring at the
ground. They laughed and said, "sure, anytime."

"Hey, what school do you guys go to?" asked Tammy.

"Crestview Junior High, why?" answered the boy who had made
the winning shot. "Pierman Elementary" said the other two.

"Crestview, huh" said Kurt. "Jon here goes to Crestview
too. Maybe you'll see him around. Sure would make a great
story to tell your friends how you spanked an eighth grader,
wouldn't it."

"Boy, it sure would, but who would believe us?"

"Tell you what; we'd rather you not tell too many people
about it as long as Jon here leaves you alone. But if he
doesn't do what he is asked to do, then we might ask you to
tell your friends. And they'll have no problem believing
you we'll give you these."

I watched Kurt show them a series of pictures. There was
one of each boy slapping me. I turned and looked at Tammy,
and saw the Polaroid camera for the first time.

"Okay, Jon, lets get going" Kurt said as he pushed me toward
the back of the Blazer. As we left the park and headed back
towards the school, we were stopped by a school bus coming
from the other direction letting kids off. We no more than
got stopped in front of the bus when Tammy yelled "Fire
Drill!" The girls looked at me expectantly but I couldn't
muster up the courage to get out. "You'd better get your
little ass out there right now, Jon, or we're tossing you
out and taking off!"

Once again, I get out and did the drill. Obediently I had
my hands behind my head and made the turn around the front
of the Blazer just as two high school girls crossed in front
of the bus towards my side of the road. They were staring
and laughing so hard they could barely walk. As I got to
the back of the Blazer the door was locked.

"Go stand behind us and salute as the bus drives by" ordered
Kurt. Afraid they would drive off and leave me naked on a
road used by most people leaving the school, I did it. Loud
cheers and laughter poured from the bus as it drove by.

"Okay, okay, you've done good. Now for the second thing you
need to do to save your friend. When Tammy here asks for
you underpants tomorrow, you give them to her, right then on
the spot. Got it?"

"You can't be serious. She could ask anywhere. I can't
strip down and "

"We have plenty of time for some more fun and games if you
need more convincing that you are to do what you are told.
How would you like to practice a fire drill at the light on
First and Main?" I indicated I didn't want to do that.
"Then you'd better give you underpants to Tammy when and
where she asks for them."

By now we had reached my school. The girl driving pulled
around back and Kurt opened the door and pushed me out.
"Just remember to do what you're told" he said as I walked
off.

I headed out and went towards the trees, hoping I would find
Tom soon. As I got closer, I could here him sniffle.

As I walked in, I saw that Tom's arms were tied to a branch
just over his head, and he had welts on his back from a
short rope they had been hitting him with. "Well, I guess
that ends the fun" said one of the boys with Tom.

"Not necessarily. There's no reason we can't tie them both
up. I' bet this one would be just as cooperative, once we
applied the proper persuasion. What'll you say Randy?"

"I say we'd better do what Kurt told us to do."

With that they left heading back towards where Kurt had
dropped me off. It only took a couple of minutes for me to
have Tom's arms freed. Tom was very glad to see me again.

"I tried to call you and say they had our clothes up here,
but you couldn't hear. They threw them in the dumpster over
there. How could you do that run naked through the parking
lot like that? Man, I couldn't have done it."

He finally ran out of words and we walked over to the
dumpster, which was in a fenced-in area. Kurt and his
friends had already driven out. I tried the gate, but it
was locked. We'd have to climb the fence, which would be
easy with clothes and shoes on, but not while naked.

I was half way up when I heard Mike's voice behind me.

"What the hell are you two doing playing around here dressed
like that?"

"Don't even ask." I climbed back down. "Please climb over
and get our clothes for us." Mike and I had been good
friends for years.

It wasn't long before we were dressed again. Mike
apologized for not being able to find my underpants, and I
didn't bother to tell him they weren't in the dumpster. We
walked Tom to his house, and then headed over to Tim's
house. Mike asked a couple of questions, but when I didn't
give answers he backed off, knowing I would talk about it
when I was ready.

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Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation, femdom)
 By Aldric

 Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

Undies for Sale Parts 4-6 (nc, spanking, masturbation, femdom)
By Aldric

Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Part 4: Taking Orders

Once we got to Tim's house, I headed towards the shower
while my dumpster-smelling clothes headed towards the
washing machine. Tim loaned me a pair of underwear (so now
I wouldn't have to steal them), and once everything was
clean they wanted to hear the story. I told them all of it
except for how it started, and let them believe that it was
just the bigger boys picking on the smaller boys again. I
also neglected to tell them that I was expected to hand over
my (Tim's actually) underpants tomorrow in school. I still
had no idea how to handle that problem.

We talked about it until Tim's parents got home, and then
had dinner. By the time the dishes were put away and
homework was done we only had an hour to talk before it was
time to go to bed. Both boys wanted to hear again and again
how I had to talk about my dick. They wanted to hear what I
said, but I couldn't repeat it again. All three of us were
sporting boners by the time it was time for bed.

The next day as school, I couldn't concentrate on anything.
I kept watching for Tammy, hoping to not actually see her,
and trying to avoid meeting Traci. It finally happened just
before lunch. I was walking down the hall with Tim when
Tammy struck her head out the door to the girls' rest room
and said, "Get in here."

"I can't go in there, that's " Before I could finish my
sentence, she grabbed hold of my belt and pulled me in.
There were three other girls standing around.

"Okay, hand them over."

I hesitated. A few times during strip poker with my friends
I had to strip down while they watched, and that was
embarrassing, but they were boys. I couldn't start in front
of girls.

"You've got till the count of ten, or I tell Kurt. One."

I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt.

"Oh, God, he's really gonna do it!" said one of the girls.

"Two." I dropped my jeans and stepped out of them.
"Three." I couldn't move, my dick was starting to rise.

"Four. Five. Six. Seven." I was running out of time, and
didn't want to face Kurt again. I hooked my thumbs inside
the waistband of my underpants and slid them down. The
other girls all cheered and giggled.

"Eight." As I slid them over my feet, they hung up on the
ankles. I nearly fell as I tried to step out of them.
"Nine."

Oh god, I thought, not again. I regained my balance and
stepped out of the underwear. Just as Tammy counted ten, I
handed them to her. I bent to get my pants, but she kicked
them back behind me.

"You were too slow. Give these girls the same show you gave
me, only this time, you're going to complete it. Tomorrow
we'll try this again, but you'll only have until the count
of five, so you had better practice."

I started to mumble something about my dick. While I
talked, I turned to look and see where my pants had ended
up.

"Stop. You'd better do it better than you did yesterday.
If you turn and look for you pants before I tell you to get
dressed, I'll take them and hide them somewhere outside.
And take your shirt off too. I want you naked for this."

I removed my shirt as I heard one of the girls saying "I
can't believe he's doing this." Tammy took my shirt from my
hands.

"This is my penis. Its four and a half inches long. The
most " She interrupted me again.

"Yesterday it was four and three-quarters inches long.
Which is it?"

"Four and a half. I re-measured it last night" I lied.

"When you're done, I'm going to measure it. If it's not
four and a half, you'll be going out that door. And take
your socks off, I said I wanted you naked."

I was getting flustered. I hadn't measured my dick in a
month, and had no idea how long it really was. My dick was
throbbing and bouncing, and the girls were laughing. I
almost fell down taking off my socks, which brought out some
more laughter. I tried again. The most sensitive " Once
again, Tammy interrupted me.

"I lost track of where you were. Start again at the
beginning."

I started again. This time, she let me finish without
interrupting. At the end, she came over with a ruler and
stuck it under my dick. "You are indeed lucky, I'd call it
four and 5/16 inches."

I rubbed off, shooting into my hand. Tammy walked over and
picked up my pants and handed them to me, along with the
rest of my clothes.

"Tomorrow I expect a better performance. And I want instant
reaction to orders when me or any of my friends tell you to
do something. If not, we'll keep this up until you can get
it right."

I was starting to think that this was worse then the threat
Kurt had made, and told her that maybe tomorrow I wouldn't
play at all.

"That would be too bad. One, I tell Kurt. Two, the
pictures get spread around school. And three," she walked
over to a stall door and pushed it open. Inside was Tom,
completely naked. "Next time, he suffers along with you."

"Please don't let them do what they said they would,
please!" said Tom. How did I ever get hooked up with him I
wondered? Then I remembered, he had stopped to help me.

I looked at Tammy and said "tomorrow I'll do better."

When we left, my friends were still in the hall, and of
course, wanted to know hat happened. I bent over to talk to
Tom.

"Are you going to tell on them Tom?" I asked.

"I was thinking about it, but they would really get you bad
if I did."

"They already have, and they will again, but it won't be as
bad if you don't tell. But you do what you need to. If you
want to tell, I won't be mad at you no matter what they do
to me. And I'll do what they want to protect you tomorrow,
but someday, they'll ask me to do something I just can't do.
And if you're still there and in danger, then they will get
you and me, and I just can't protect you. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I'm not gonna tell. They said if you
do really good they'd leave me alone for good. So please
try and do good tomorrow, okay? I've got two sisters in
this school and I don't want them to see me."

"Okay, I'll try."

I spent lunch trying to tell my friends what had happened,
but again, leaving out that she kept my underpants. They
both kept asking what I had done to piss her off, but even I
didn't know the answer to that. I told them that tomorrow
it was going to happen again, and I had promised Tom I would
protect him. Mike immediately said he'd stand by and back
me up, and Tim agreed. That's why we're friends I guess.

After school that day I didn't even make it to the bike rack
before I was gang-tackled. This time it was a mixed crowd
of boys and girls, mostly 6th and 7th graders. I didn't
have a chance. My pants were off before I even knew what
had happened.

"Shit, we're too late, someone else got them first." With
that, they dropped me and ran off. I quickly pulled my
pants back on, completely confused as to what was going on.
All I knew was that I was getting pantsed more times than a
sixth grade troublemaker, and I didn't do anything to
deserve it. I needed to find a way to end this.

The next day, I decided to put an extra pair of underpants
in my pants pocket. It was a good plan, anyway. I was first
jumped along the street leading to school. Five kids, three
girls and two boys, pulled me off my bike and behind some
shrubs. I was pinned down while my pants and underpants
were removed. Then they through my pants out onto the
sidewalk and ran off laughing. I was able to reach out and
grab my pants before anyone saw me. I pulled the extra pair
of underpants out of my pocket and re-dressed.

Once I got to school, I decided to find Mike or Tim right
away and tell them what was going on. I needed their help
to keep from getting jumped. As I looked for them, I was
pulled backwards into a girl's bathroom and thrown against a
wall.

"Strip" was the only command spoken.

I looked around, but Tammy wasn't there this time. I wasn't
sure what to do if this was her test and I didn't' respond,
then Tom and I would both suffer. I began by kicking off my
shoes, then my socks.

"Don't worry about that stuff, get to the good part." The
bathroom had seven girls in it, several from my grade.

I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders,
letting it fall to the floor. I undid my belt, looking
around for Tammy or Tom. As my pants fell to the floor, I
bent over and peeked under all the stall doors while pulling
my pants off my legs. No sign of him or Tammy. I paused,
standing there in my underwear.

"Come on, finish it." The girls were crowding in closer.
This didn't seem right. I reached for my pants, but the
girls quickly grabbed my underpants and pulled them down. I
grabbed them and tried to pull them back up. It looked like
I was going to win when one of the girls grabbed my balls
and squeezed. A loud moan escaped my mouth.

"Let go" was all she said, still holding onto my balls. I
let go of my underpants and allowed the girls to slide them
off over my feet. The girls ohhed and ahhed while I stood
there completely naked. One of the youngest looking girls
grabbed my dick and ran her fingers over the head. I
shuddered from the intense feeling.

"We've got his underpants, what should we do with him now?"

I think we should throw him out in the hall naked'" said the
girl who had rubbed my dick.

"I think we should just get out of here before someone else
comes in." The rest of the girls shared that idea. I was
hoping they would leave, school would be filling up quickly
now, and every second increased the chances of someone else
entering the bathroom. As the girls filed out, I saw one
eye my jeans. I knew what she had in mind, and moved fast.
She grabbed them and headed towards the door, but I was able
to cut her off and take them back from her. She just
giggled and ran out.

I redressed as quickly as I could and stepped out of the
bathroom. A round of laughter went up when the kids in the
hall saw a boy leaving the girls room, but after what I had
been through, it was easy to ignore. Right now, I had to
find Mike and Tim.

Because of the time I had spent in the bathroom, I didn't
see them before class started, and by the time I entered, it
was too late to talk. I knew I wouldn't be able to
concentrate too well today either. The day dragged by, and
at each break I dreaded leaving the classroom, afraid of
what might happen. But I had to keep my promise to Tom.

At lunch a kid came over and asked if I was Jon. When I
said yes, he gave me a note that said to be in the woods
beyond the bike rack at 3:30 today. I knew what that would
mean to Tom if I didn't show. I decided to tell Mike and
Tim the whole story.

"We'll help. There's no bunch of girls that can beat us!"
said Mike, with Tim in agreement.

"Maybe not, but they're backed up by Kurt and some girls who
are old enough to drive. If you're there with me, then
there won't be anyone around to help after they're gone, and
I'm guessing that I may need some help."

I also knew I needed underpants again. Once again, Tim came
through. We went to the boy's room and got stalls next to
each other. A few seconds later, Tim passed his briefs
under the wall, and I got dressed again.

The rest of the day dragged on and on. I saw Tom, and he
had gotten the same message as I had. I asked him what
would happen if he just didn't show up, and he said that
they told him yesterday that not doing what he was told
would be a lot worse than following orders. He didn't know
what they meant, but he was frightened. "As long as all
they do is make me take my clothes off, I can handle that.
But I'm afraid they may do other things. So I'll show up
and when they tell me to strip, I'll strip. I get set free
if you do what she tells you, that's what they told me."

When school let out at 3:10, I had twenty minutes to kill.
The longest twenty minutes of my life, I think. Once again,
I got dragged into a girl's bathroom. There were easily 10
or 12 girls in there.

Before they could even say anything, I told them "I don't
have any underpants; they were taken from me this morning."
I tried to turn towards the door, but was blocked. Dozens
of arms pulled me back into the center of the room.

"We don't believe you, show us."

"Its true, they were taken right in this room." I looked
around, and saw the same small girl who had wanted to throw
me out naked. "You were here, you know I don't have any
underpants on, tell them."

"I don't know what you're talking about. How would I know
whether or not you had undies on?" She lied well.

The girls attacked. Arms ripped at my shirt, tearing off
two buttons before it was pulled over my head. My jeans
came off, and then the underpants. They took my shoes and
socks as well. I was getting used to the sound a group of
girls make when they're stripping a boy. It wasn't a sound
I liked.

"I thought you didn't have any underpants. You lied to us.
Girls, what should we do?"

The younger girl was ready to repeat her request from this
morning, but I could see the surprise on her face when she
found out I really was wearing underpants. I decided to cut
her off before anyone came up with any ideas.

"I'm already scheduled to be punished; in fact I'm nearly
late now. You can all come and watch. Its being done by a
girl named Tammy."

"Tammy! She's ahead of us. But she can be trouble."

"Ya, but how do we know he's telling the truth? Let him go
to his punishment naked." You had to admire that younger
girl, she had persistence. But I really was starting to run
late. Another few minutes and I would run back to the woods
naked. Better to deny her chance to watch me strip then to
be late.

Just then I felt something warm drip on my legs.

"Oh look, he's peeing" said one of the girls.

"That's not pee, that's something else. I know what to do
now. Make it shoot, Jon." Oh shit, I thought, she knows my
name. This will be all over school.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking, knowing that time
was at a premium. It only took a couple of seconds before I
shot a tiny wad of cum. The girls all enjoyed the show
tremendously, but they allowed me to get my jeans and shirt
back on which mattered most to me. I put my socks in my
pockets and pulled my shoes on my bare feet while the girls
all ran out laughing. All but one the younger girl hung
back.

"Where'd you get the underpants?"

"From a friend. I needed them."

"So this Tammy girl is really gonna punish you?"

I didn't want to respond, but it was clear she was going to
follow me anyway. "Ya, well, it's not really punishment.
Its sorta something else I don't understand, but, yes, she
is going to make me do stuff."

"Like run around naked?"

"I don't think so; we did that a couple of days ago. I
think she has other plans. I don't know what they are, but
I've got about a minute to find out. I can see you're going
to follow. What's your name?"

"I'm Allyson Hays. I'm in sixth grade here. You can call
me Ally. Where did she make you run naked?"

"At the park. But right now, I need to get up to the woods.
Let's go." I could tell how jealous she was that she missed
the show.

I didn't care if she could keep up or not, I ran at top
speed to the woods. Tammy was looking at her watch as I ran
in, out of breath. Allyson came up a few seconds behind me.
We were right on the edge of the woods, just deep enough to
keep from being seen from the field. There were six girls
(seven, now that Ally was here) and Tom. Tom was still
dressed, and was just standing there staring at the ground.

Part 5: Tammy and Ally give the orders

"Not a second to spare. Who's this, your girlfriend?" asked
Tammy when Allyson showed up right behind me.

Before I could speak, Ally answered for herself. "I'm Ally.
I know him," she said, pointing at me," and you three girls.
I came to see what you do to him that makes him obey so
well."

"What do you mean, 'makes him obey'?" Tammy asked.

"This morning, a bunch of girls pulled him into a bathroom
and ordered him to strip. And without even hesitating or
arguing, he began taking off his clothes. I didn't think
anyone could get a boy to do that, and I want to learn how
it's done."

"Well, you've come to the right place. This is just what
I've been teaching these girls here. But tell me, did he
strip completely, or did he fail to follow directions?"

"He got down to his underwear, but then he stopped and we
had to force them from him."

"Well, that won't happen here, will it Jon. Go ahead, Ally,
tell him to strip."

As soon as Allyson gave me the command, I immediately kicked
off my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head. Without even
slowing down, I undid my jeans and stepped out of them. I
stood there with my hands in front of my groin.

"What? No underpants for me? Where are they?"

"Some friends of hers took them" I answered, indicating
Ally.

Ally added the whole story. "A group of girls I saw in the
girl's bathroom took them this morning. Then another group
stripped him again this afternoon, and he had another pair
on and they took that pair. I asked him where he got the
second pair, and he said a friend had given them to him."

"What's this friend's name?" Tammy was looking right at me.
I didn't want to get these girls started on Tim, so I
remained quiet. Tammy waited for about ten seconds and then
looked at Ally.

"This one still needs more work, he didn't answer a
question. But if you want to practice your skills, Ally,
that boy back there is primed and ready. Try him out."

Ally seemed to notice Tom for the first time. Her whole
face lit up. I tried to correct for my earlier mistake and
told Tammy that it was Tim Surrey who gave me fresh
underpants, but she wasn't paying attention. All the girls
had their attention focused on Ally and Tom.

"Look at me" she commanded Tom. Tom raised his face and
looked in her eyes. "I want you to watch me watching you.
If you look down, I'm going to have to punish you, do you
understand?"

Tom looked over at me, which was a big mistake. I couldn't
provide any help for him.

"NOT AT HIM you simpleton. LOOK AT ME! Just like you stare
at Ms Garcia's tits all day in school. Now I want you to
strip, slowly."

Tom turned bright red, but, while keeping his eyes pointed
at Ally's face, he began to remove his shirt. Stripping in
front of girls is very difficult, as I well knew. But so
far, no one from my homeroom had seen me, only girls that I
occasionally saw in school. I imagined it was far more
difficult to do this with a girl who was going to sit next
to you much of the day. At last, he lowered his underpants.

"Is that all the bigger thing you've got? You look like a
girl. You even act like a girl. In fact, tonight you're
going to come over to my house, and I'm going to dress you
like a girl.

"No, please. She promised that if Jon did as he was told
that I could go. This isn't fair."

Tammy clapped her hands together. "Very good, Ally. The
boys have been pushing us girls around for years, and its
time we began to fight back. But I did promise him he could
leave, and I'll ask you to respect my promise."

Ally looked like her puppy had just died. "But he stares at
all the woman teachers; can't he be punished for that?"

"Well, I suppose. What do you have in mind?"

"I'll let him leave, but he has to go home just like he is
now naked." She certainly had a real one-track mind.

"No, I don't want to draw attention to us. That works fine
in elementary school, but here, if someone sees a boy
running around naked, they don't ignore it. And even if he
doesn't get caught, he'll have to tell when he gets home,
and then our experiment ends. What else can you think of?"

I didn't like the idea of being a Ginny pig in a system
designed to make boys follow a girl's every command. But
then, they did get Tom and me to strip on command. But Ally
still had ideas.

"I could spank him."

"Yes, but then its over in a few seconds, and there is
nothing to build on." Ally looked confused. I didn't blame
her; I wasn't following Tammy's meaning either. Tammy
looked at the other girls. "Anyone else have an idea?"

"Jon still needs to make up for not having any underpants
for us to sell. Make Tom decide how to punish Jon."

Huh? They were selling my underpants? Suddenly I had an
idea how all this got started.

"Excellent. You've learned well" Tammy said to the girl who
had thought this up. Tammy turned back to Tom. "Okay, so
you decide what we do to Jon. But what ever you suggest, if
I don't think it's a good idea, then you have to do it.
Once you've named a suitable punishment, you can get dressed
and leave, just like I promised."

Tom obviously didn't like this assignment. From Tammy's
point of view, it was perfect. He had to name my disgrace
after I had shown up to in order to help him, but if he
didn't make it bad enough, then he suffered the fate and
started over. Tough choice, I didn't envy him.

Tom took his first try. "You could shove things up his
butt." I must have jumped ten feet, and was pretty close to
running.

"No, all we have here are sharp objects that might cause him
an injury that would have to be treated by a doctor, and
then he'd have to tell how it happened. That won't work;
you'll have to try again. But since you failed me this
time, Ally here can spank you instead."

Ally's face brightened again. "No, let the other girls
spank him. I want to look in his eyes and watch him while
he gets spanked on the bare butt by girls."

Ally lay down on her back, and had Tom kneel in front of her
and then bend over until his arms touched the ground next to
her ears. That left her looking into his eyes and his butt
sticking up in the air, a perfect target. Each of the girls
came over and gave him two open-hand whacks. Each made a
loud slap as the girls hit him. Tom's tears were dripping
down along side Allyson's face. She smiled at him as he
stood back up. His backside was a light red color from the
spanking.

"Okay, now try again. What's the most suitable punishment
for Jon here?"

Then Tom came up with the perfect solution. "Make him tell
you."

"Make him tell us what?"

"Make him tell you what the worse punishment you could do to
him is."

Ah shit. I didn't even want to think about that. Tom had
just named the worse thing he could do to me.

"I love it! I absolutely love it! You are perfect, Tom.
Go ahead and get dressed and get out of here."

Tom looked at me with tears in his eyes as he got dressed.
He mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to me. Well, I was sorry
too, but that was life. At least he was safe, and with him
out of here, the hold the girls had on me was weaker.

When Tom left, Tammy came over to me. "Tie him" was all she
said, but it was enough. The girls went four different
directions to the nearest trees and pulled a length of rope
out from behind each one. I started to run, but was tackled
by Tammy. I tried to break her grip, but was already
outnumbered as the other girls came to help.

My arms and legs were stretched out to the sides as far as
they could go. The ropes were biting into my wrists and
ankles. I looked around, and this seemed like the moment
all the girls had been waiting for. The big show; and it
featured me, completely helpless. Even Ally was enjoying
this; maybe she was thinking that restraints were better
than naked joggers.

Tammy ran a finger along the bottom of my belly button. My
dick pulsed, and I jerked back from the tickling sensation.
Tammy then used both hands to tickle me under my armpits. I
was bouncing around so hard it was only the ropes on my arms
that held me up.

"Where is your most ticklish spot?" Tammy asked me in a
whisper.

I spoke before I could even think. "Along the bottom of my
dick and across my balls."

Tammy ran a fingernail where I just described and I nearly
jumped out of my skin. My dick was dripping precum on the
ground, and I needed to shoot, but I couldn't with my arms
pulled out tight.

Then Tammy stopped and stepped back. "Okay, you heard what
Tom said you're punishment is. So tell us, what's the worse
thing we could do to you? And, before you answer, if I
don't think it's the worse, the tickling will last longer."

I really needed to beat off, so I gave that a try. "Make me
beat off in front of you."

"Wrong! We've already done that. Girls, help with this,
but don't rub his penis at all."

I had fingers under each armpit, fingers on my butt. Two
girls were sliding a nail down my dick, but not enough to
let it shoot. I couldn't breathe as I bounced around. Each
time I move to get away from one set of fingers, I moved
into another. After a minute, Tammy had them stop. She
stepped back and waited until I caught my breath.

"Next time is two minutes. This can go for quite a while
you know."

I knew I couldn't stand two minutes of this. My balls hurt
from being full of cum. If I couldn't relieve them, I would
probably go crazy. I tried to give some serious thought.
Then I remembered Tom, having to strip in front of Ally. I
knew what would happen if I told, and didn't want that, so I
tried to think of something a little less embarrassing.

"You had an idea, but now you're trying to think of
something else. Tell me the thought you just had, or the
tickling starts again."

Boy, could she read minds too? I blurted out the answer.
"Making me strip and talking about my dick in front of some
of the girls in my homeroom. Mr. Garrity's class."

Tammy paused a second. Isn't Tracy Goldstein in your room?"

Oh my God, not her! "Yes" I said, the embarrassment showing
in my voice and on my face.

"Then that's it then. Tomorrow you will be right here. You
will strip on command. You will show each girl the best
points about your penis. You will tell each girl your most
ticklish spot, and then you will beg them to tie you up and
tickle you. When they've each had a chance, they'll untie
you so that you can show them how you abuse yourself. And
while you do, you'll say who you think about while you're
doing it. And now, before we untie you, there's one thing
left to take care of."

She pulled a bag out of her purse. "Here's a safety razor
and some shaving cream. Before tomorrow, you are to shave
yourself. If I find one hair between your shoulders and
your knees, I'll have to think of something else to do to
you." She dropped the bag down and signed the girls to
release the ropes.

As soon as I had a hand free, I started to rub off. Tammy
made me stop. "Not until everyone is paying attention.
When all the ropes are off, then you'll do it."

I waited until they were all gathered around, and began to
rub. It only took two rubs and I spasmed twice and shot the
biggest wad ever.

"You're probably wondering why you should do this tomorrow.
I've let Tom go, and he was why you showed up. We still
have the pictures, but by now so many kids know what we've
done to you that they aren't that big a deal. So here's a
new reason. Tomorrow, I put the word out that Tim wears the
same size and style underpants as you. The girls are
getting good money for every pair of yours they can get, but
the buyer won't know if they belong to you or to Tim. So
he'll start losing his, same as you. And I happen to live
just down the street from Tim. He has a little fort in the
woods behind his house. Just the perfect place for us to do
to him what we just did to you. Every day, until you pay
up and I'll be sure and tell him why we're picking on
him that it's because of you."

So now Tim was going to take Tom's place. I should have
guessed; he'd be a safer target for them, less likely to
tell then a younger boy. And more fun to torment too. So
Mike and Tim and I were going to have to hang out together
to keep them from attacking him. But more important, I
learned where the sudden interest in my underpants had come
from. Someone was buying them. And there was only one
likely suspect my sister Cheri. I hadn't helped her when
she was in an embarrassing situation; in fact, I had made it
far worse. And now she was getting back at me again.

The only way I was going to stop this was to tell my
parents. But I couldn't let what happened to me go on
without some payback of my own. But that would come later.
Right now, I had to find Tim and Mike and warn them.

That night I told my parents part of what had been
happening. Cheri said I was making it up, but a quick
search of her room turned up six pairs of boy's underwear,
including a brand I didn't own. She then confessed, and got
in big trouble. One of the best deals was that she lost her
television, and my parents decided that I was old enough to
have one in my room so I got hers. I had to promise that my
parents were the only ones to punish Cheri, and of course I
promised. But my fingers were crossed.

The next day in school an announcement was made over the PA
at the beginning of school. The principal said that there
were reports of students selling items of clothing not
belonging to them, and that if any further incidents
happened, the guilty party would be facing multiple
detentions. I buried my head in my hands while the speech
was read, but as least I got through the day without being
pantsed.

After school I headed out to the bike rack to meet with Mike
and Tim. We were all going to go to my house.

Mike and Tim weren't there yet, but Tammy was waiting on me.

"I thought we had an agreement" she said.

"Its over. I'm not going to do it. And if you don't get
out of here, I'm going to go back in and tell Principle
Dodd."

"Go tell. I'll get in trouble, that's true. But detentions
don't bother me much. I just thought you'd like to borrow
these for a while is all."

She dropped three pairs of underpants on my bike seat. I
picked them up and looked at the back the initials MMC were
on one pair and TS on the other Mike Milton Callahan and Tim
Surrey. The third pair was a smaller size. "Tom's?" I
asked, holding them out.

"Of course. I'll give these to you. The announcement only
said it was bad to sell them."

"Where are my friends?"

"They're safe. Ally's guarding them, with Kurt's help. You

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