Three Days Day 2
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Three Days: Day 2

Pete woke up the next morning and it took him a few minutes
before he remembered where he was.  Grace was sleeping next
to him, her arm across his stomach.  She had crawled under
the blankets during the night somehow he had slept through
it.  During the night he had several dreams about being
naked; suddenly he realized he really was naked and looked
around for his clothes but didn't see them.  He remembered
Nancy was supposed to get some for him and bring them after
she got off work, but he couldn't work out why they were
missing in the first place.  His stomach felt tight and he
felt full like he needed to take a dump.

He got up without waking Grace and looked out the window and
saw the van was there.  A cramp caused him to bend over but
it passed in a few seconds.  He went to the bathroom, but
nothing came out even though he had anther cramp.

Giving up, he decided to see if his clothes out of the van. 
He saw a towel on the floor next to the couch he had slept
on so he wrapped it around his waist.  After looking to make
sure nobody was outside he stepped out the front door to go
look in the van.  As the front door closed behind him he
heard a click and tried to turn the knob but it was locked. 
Now he really hoped his clothes were in the van since he had
just managed to lock himself outside wearing nothing but a
bath towel.

The van was unlocked and he searched it quickly but there
were no clothes in it.  More cramps caused him to double
over, but he knew that even if he were in the bathroom that
nothing would come out.  He had to find a way back into the
house.

He checked the back door, but it was locked too.  Then he
searched all the likely places for a spare key, but didn't
find one.  Feeling sick, he was left with ringing the
doorbell to get back inside.

Nancy and Hunter answered it after the third ring.  Another
cramp caused Pete to double over just as the door opened.

"Pete, what's wrong?  And what are you doing outside?" Nancy
asked.

"I was looking for my clothes," he said.  "I don't feel
good."

Nancy put her hand across his forehead.  "I think you have a
slight fever, but nothing too bad.  What made you think
you're clothes were outside—didn't Hunter give them to you
yesterday?"

"No, I forgot them," Hunter said.  "They're still in the
van, I'll go get them."

As Hunter headed for the front door Pete stopped him.  "No,
there's nothing in there, I already looked."

"But I left them in the back yesterday," Hunter said.

"Hunter!  You didn't put them in the back next to those two
boxes, did you?  Those were the clothes for the Good Will. 
I dropped them yesterday on the way to work."

"Oh, darn, I guess I should have told you.  I forgot you
were going there."

"Can we get them back?" Pete asked as another cramp caused
him to sit down on the couch which woke Grace up.

"Yeah, I know the guy who runs it, he'll be there by the
time I can get dressed and drive over.  But Hunter, you need
to take him to the Farmington's.  Mrs. Farmington is a
nurse; she'll know what to do for him.  And get him
something to wear, you can't keep dragging him around naked! 
Pete, I'll go right now and get your clothes back, I'm sorry
you have to wait longer for them."

She went to the kitchen and got the pill Greg had told her
to give him and a glass of juice.  "Here's an aspirin, it
will make you feel better," she said, giving the
tranquilizer and juice to Pete.

She left to go get dressed and Grace gave Pete a big hug as
she tried to slip a hand inside the towel.

"Leave him alone Grace," Hunter told her.  "He doesn't feel
good."

"I think he feels just fine," she said but pulled her hand
back as Hunter left.

Hunter came back few seconds later with a small bathrobe. 
He had put on shorts and a shirt.  "Here, this is all I can
find.  It used to be mine but I kind of grew out of it." 
Pete pulled it on and it just barely covered his groin. 
When he tied the belt it closed it around his waist but it
was open at the bottom and at his chest.  Still, when used
with the towel it offered a little more protection.

Greg and Cody came out in their boxers until they saw Grace
and then Cody hurried back to put on pants.  Greg apparently
didn't mind if Grace saw him in nothing but boxers.  "What's
up—where's his clothes?" he asked.

"My sister dropped them at the Good Will by mistake.  She's
going to go get them back, but Pete is sick.  My neighbor is
a nurse and I'm going to take him over there to see what's
wrong with him.  Do you want to tag along?"  Greg said he
would and pulled on the pants he was wearing the day before.

A boy of about eight answered the door still dressed in
pajama bottoms and a tee shirt.  "Hi Bailey," Hunter said to
the kid.  "Is your mother home?"

"I don't know, I just woke up," the boy said as he looked
past Hunter.  "Who's he?"

"This is Pete, and he's sick, that's why we need your
mother," Hunter said.  He pointed to a door and said to Pete
"That goes to the basement.  Bailey has a sister about our
age and if you want to avoid being seen by her then go down
there and when we find Mrs. Farmington we'll meet you
there."

Pete wanted to avoid contact with as many people as he could
so he moved quickly towards the door.  It was dark on the
landing but his hands found a light switch and he turned it
on so he could see the stairs.  At the bottom he could see a
washing machine and dryer.  He headed down the steps.

Once in the laundry area he had a door to his right and
another to his left.  He went right first, but that was just
a closet.  He closed the door and turned around to try the
other door.

It was too dark to make out anything but it obviously opened
into a big room.  He felt along the wall trying to find a
light switch when suddenly the lights came on.  He was
momentarily blinded but soon could see he was not
alone—there were eight girls, all of them dressed in pajamas
or just panties and tops.  Apparently Karen Farmington was
having a slumber party and Pete had just crashed it. The
towel chose that moment to slip off his waist and drop to
the ground.

The girls had all been promised the night before that they
would get a wonderful present if they stayed quiet and
didn't stay awake all night.  They had done all the normal
stuff girls do at parties, but remained quiet enough that
Karen's older sister didn't need to come down.  Now they
were presented with a boy who appeared to be about their age
and they quickly guessed that he was their reward.

The boy had dropped the towel, exposing his bare genitals. 
Most of the girls believed he had done it deliberately,
especially since he hadn't panicked when it happened.  He
looked nervous and surprised but he didn't run away, he was
just standing there as if trying to figure out what to do
next.  Ignoring their own state of dress the girls quickly
gathered around and pulled Pete into the middle of the room.

Pete felt the girls pulling the robe off and he tried to
hang onto it, not that it provided much protection but it
was all he had left.  He looked back to where the towel had
fallen but it had already disappeared.  The girls
outnumbered him eight to one and despite his efforts the
robe came off leaving him fully naked.  Once again the
cameras came out, only this time there were digital cameras
and even a digital movie recorder being aimed at him.

"No, wait, what are you doing?" Pete pleaded as another
cramp caught him.

The girls mistook the cramp for an attempt to dance and
began telling him to dance.  They backed off around him to
give him room.  Pete stood there and tried to cover up.  The
exposure to the girls had caused him to get hard again,
making it difficult to hide everything.

As the noise level grew the basement door opened and Hunter,
Greg, Bailey and an older teen aged girl came down.  "No, no
girls, he's not what I promised you," the girl said as the
three boys eyed all the girls.  "He's not here to entertain
you, he's sick," she said.

Seeing two boys they knew from school caused the girls to
scream and wrap themselves in blankets.  Hunter and Greg had
enjoyed getting a chance to see the girls in skimpy outfits.

"My name is Elisabeth, or just Elsie.  My mom is still at
work, but I have had a lot of first aid training, let's see
what's wrong with you."  She guided Pete back to a couch and
had him lie back as she felt his abdomen looking for where
it hurt.  He had a cramp as her hand pressed down below his
belly button.

"Well, it that's where it hurts then it's not his appendix,"
she said.  Most of the younger girls were all gathered
around as Elsie pulled Pete's legs into the air.  They were
more interested in what was being done to Pete then they
were embarrassed about being seen by Hunter and Greg.  The
girls who were just wearing panties quickly pulled something
else on but not before Hunter and Greg got another look at
them.  "Let's get an accurate temperature—hand me that
thermometer," Elsie said to Hunter.  Hunter didn't respond
because he was still checking out the girls, but Bailey
handed the thermometer to his oldest sister.  He had seen
Karen in her panties before and was too young to be thrilled
by it.  The naked boy was far more interesting to him.

Not realizing what was about to happen, Pete was caught off
guard as Elsie poked the thermometer into his rear end. 
Before he could respond she had inserted the rectal
thermometer into him.  She held his legs still while she
waited.

Pete looked around and saw the girls watching.  He closed
his eyes as he saw the movie camera recording this latest
humiliation, yet he seemed incapable of fighting back and
demanding his dignity.

Elsie pulled the device out and looked at it.  "No, no
temperature, it's only a slight bit above normal; probably
because he's scared.  I think you are just constipated and
that is easy to cure.  Let's go upstairs and I'll have you
feeling right in no time.

She led him upstairs and the girls followed after the rest
of them found something more to put on.

"Karen, you've helped me with Bailey before, can you help me
with Pete?" Elsie asked as she was getting out the equipment
she needed.  Bailey's face turned red and he thought about
being someplace else, but he really wanted to watch the boy
get an enema.  He couldn't believe his sister was going to
let all the girls watch as well.

Karen was only too glad to help.  She directed a few of the
girls to get Pete ready, describing what was needed.  Pete
had no idea what was going on, but the cramps were getting
worse and if this was going to help he was willing.

Karen filled the enema bottle with warm, soapy water.  She
was ready to hand it to Elsie but decided that Pete was
bigger than Bailey and could hold more, so she put more
water in the bag.  Elsie had cleaned the hose and nozzle in
the mean time and covered the tip with petroleum jelly.  It
was all ready in minutes.

"This won't hurt a bit," she said to Pete as his legs were
pulled back up again.  This time he realized that something
was going to be stuck up his backside again.  He tried to
gain control but it was already too late.  The nozzle was
pushed inside and after just a few seconds of resistance it
was pushed in to the mark.

Elsie looked at the bag and then at Karen.  "I think you
might have gotten a little too much, don't you?"

"I don't know, we don't have to put it all in, but he's
really got bad cramps.  Why not see how he handles it?"

Elsie shrugged her shoulders and said "Okay, we'll see;
maybe you're right."

Pete's insides were gurgling and he begged to be allowed to
go to the bathroom when the bag was still a quarter full,
but Elsie told him just a few minutes more.  Karen squeezed
the bag to force the last of the water into Pete.

Seeing the bag was empty, Elsie pulled the nozzle out but
held Pete in position as long as she dared before letting
him up.

Pete got up as quickly as he could and sat on the toilet to
let it all out.  The girls were sickened by the smell and
quickly decided they had seen enough.  Greg and Hunter
talked to the girls while they waited for Pete to finish on
the toilet.

"So he doesn't remember anything about this?" one of the
girls asked.

"He sort of remembers it, but he isn't sure what's memory
and what's in his head." Greg said.  "You know, I'll bet I
can plant almost any idea in his head and if it fits the
parts he remembers he'll believe it to be true.  Watch, I'll
show you what I mean."

Pete was just coming out of the bathroom, still embarrassed
at the show he had just put on.  "Pete, where did you leave
your clothes?" Greg asked him.

Pete thought for a moment.  He didn't have any clothes on,
which was a continuing source of embarrassment, but he
couldn't remember taking them off anywhere.  He could
remember having a blue robe, but he didn't know what
happened to that either.  "I, ah, I guess I don't remember,"
he said.

"You mean you lost your clothes again?  We just got those
for you, don't you remember?  You had on tan shorts and a
blue polo shirt.  Why do you keep taking your clothes off
everywhere we go?"

Pete could clearly remember the shorts and shirt, but he
didn't know what happened to them.  "I guess they must be
downstairs," he said.

"You wait here, I'll go look," Karen said.

"And I'll go help," Greg said.  Just before he went
downstairs he had a sudden inspiration.  He wasn't sure if
it would work, but maybe Pete's confused brain could be
manipulated.  "Hunter, why don't you take Pete back to your
house while we search for where he left his clothes this
time.  And maybe you should tell Brock to put the handcuffs
back on him before he starts playing with himself in front
of Grace again."

This caused the girls hanging around to start laughing.

"I didn't play with myself in front of Grace," Pete said,
but his look of confusion made the statement seem suspect.

"You took your clothes off and showed her your thing when it
was hard and we had to cuff you until we found your clothes. 
The same thing happened in my fort with the two girls my
sister was babysitting.  Do you remember that?"

Pete could remember being in the fort, and now that Greg
brought it up, he could remember two girls.  It didn't seem
right, but maybe it was true and he was a pervert.  He just
couldn't remember it.  He blushed and looked down at the
floor wondering what else he might have done.

Elsie figured out what Greg was up to and added "Don't worry
Pete, all of this is temporary—it's because you've been
sick.  You're just acting out some fantasies in your head
because of the fever you were running.  But the fever has
broke and you should be back to normal within a day or so. 
Right Greg?"  She wanted to make sure Greg didn't carry this
out too far.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess; I mean, you've studied first aid
and know a lot more about this than I do.  So if you say a
day or so, then I'm sure your right."

"Yes, I'm sure too.  Tomorrow at the latest and he should be
back to normal.  If he isn't then I'll know you haven't been
taking good care of him and you and Hunter will have to
explain why not.  Understand?"

Greg understood, she had given them just one more day to
have fun with Pete.

Hunter took Pete back to his house.  He told Brock that the
handcuffs needed to be put back on Pete's arms and his
brother looked at him funny for a second but then ran off to
get the toy handcuffs.  Pete didn't even resist when Brock
put them on him.

"We're real sorry this is necessary Pete," Hunter told him. 
"But it's like Greg said; you keep trying to play with
yourself.  This is just to make sure you don't do anything
harmful or bad with Grace around."

Pete didn't remember it that way, but he didn't argue since
he couldn't seem to remember much at all of what happened
the last day or so.

The rest of the day passed slowly.  Pete had to endure the
continuing attention Grace and Brock gave to him, and he was
left alone with them for much of the afternoon.  Grace
wanted to touch him as much as she could and once she
figured out that stroking his penis caused him to become
hard it became her favorite activity.

Brock was more interested in using magic markers to draw and
color areas of Pete's body.  He had black circles around his
nipples that Brock then used washable paint to color bright
red.  He painted Pete's sack a light green and used red and
dark green to paint flowers on Pete's back.

The other boys finally told Brock and Grace to leave him
alone and help get dinner ready.  "My parents should be home
in a few hours," Hunter said.  "Karen Farmington called too
and said she found your clothes and she's on her way over
with them."

"Did she get mine from the Goodwill?" Pete asked.

"No, from her basement where you took them off.  What made
you think she would get them from the goodwill?"

"I thought that's where my clothes ended up after you left
them in the back of the van," Pete said, obviously very
confused.  He remembered Karen from this morning, but he was
sure he didn't leave his clothes in her basement.

"Boy, you must have really been sick, you're clothes were
never in the van.  You heard that my sister was going to
drop some old clothes off there, but that was yesterday." 
Greg and Cody had only given him half a tranquilizer at
lunch in order to let him start recovering from them before
he went home.  Besides, they wanted him clear-headed for
what was planned for this final night of Pete's nudity.  He
would have clothes to wear, but not for long.

The doorbell rang and Hunter answered it, showing Karen and
two of her friends in.  She was carrying a blue polo shirt,
tan shorts, and a pair of boxers.  The three girls smiled
when they saw Pete naked again.

"You hid these in the washer when you took them off," Karen
said, dropping the clothes on the couch.  "We wouldn't have
found them except that somebody spilled some pop and we had
to wash it out.  What's with all the body paint?"

"Oh, that was Brock's idea," Hunter said.  "He was having a
good time and we didn't think it was hurting anything."

Pete had turned his back on the girls, wishing his arms were
free so he could get dressed again.  He could clearly
remember seeing the washer and dryer when he went down the
steps that morning but he just couldn't remember stripping. 
Or why he would do such a thing.

"Here, if you can keep from playing with yourself in front
of the Grace I guess we can take these off," Cody said,
grabbing Pete's arms and spinning him back around so he was
facing the girls.  He pretended to use the key to remove the
handcuffs from Pete's arms.

Pete made a move for his clothes, but Greg grabbed them
first.  "Naw, you want to go outside and hose that paint off
before you get dressed or else it will get all over the
clothes and ruin them." He saw Pete hesitate.  "Come, on,
we've already seen you naked, it can't get any worse than
that," he said.  "Here, take the clothes with you, but wash
as much of it off as you can before you get dressed," he
said, handing the clothes to Pete.  "Cody, Hunter and I are
going to walk the girls home, and Grace has gone off to play
somewhere.  We'll even bring Brock with us, so there will be
just you here, okay?"

Pete wanted to get dressed more than anything, but he
guessed Greg was right.  The clothes were old and didn't fit
him very well, but if he came home with stains on them he
would have to explain how it happened to his mother.  "Can't
I use the shower?"

"No, it gets on the plastic and is a bitch to clean.  My mom
will be furious.  It only takes a few minutes with the
hose."

They followed Pete out the back door and called Brock.  Pete
watched them go around front and he could hear their voices
as they headed down the drive.  He got the hose out and
turned on the water.  It was cold but not too bad, but the
paint wouldn't wash off.  He dropped the hose and went
inside to get some soap.

The soap was helping.  He had most of his chest clear except
for the black marker which wouldn't come off at all.  He was
trying to clean his back when he thought he heard a car pull
in.  Dropping the hose, he grabbed his clothes and peeked
around the edge of the house.

There was a pickup parked in the driveway and two cars in
the street, but Pete didn't see anyone around.  He quickly
pulled his boxers and was just ready to pull his shorts on
when somebody grabbed him from behind.

He struggled, but the person holding him was much bigger and
stronger, and was joined by two others.  Pete got a look at
them when they forced a leg of his shorts into his mouth and
taped them in place to gag him.  The three boys all looked
like they were seventeen or eighteen years old.

"We heard about you, how you like to show yourself off to
little girls," one of the boys said as they dragged him
towards the pickup.  "We're going to teach you a little
lesson."

They piled into the back of the truck as the driver backed
out of the driveway.  The bed had been prepared for him with
four pieces of rope tied to each corner.  It only took a few
seconds for them to have his spread out on the bed as the
truck sped down the street.

Soon Pete could see tree limbs over the top of the truck and
could feel that they were on a gravel or dirt road.  They
drove slowly down the road for several minutes before
skidding to a stop.  Pete heard other cars or trucks pulling
in around them and the sound of many car doors closing
before dozens of kids, most of them girls and boys about his
age, peered over the sides of the truck bed.

He was untied and his pants removed from his mouth.  "Go
ahead and finish getting dressed if you want," one of the
older boys told him.  Pete was scared, not sure what was
going to happen to him, but at least they were going to let
him get dressed.  He pulled the shirt and shorts on as
quickly as he could.

"Now follow us," they told him and led the way across a
grass field.  Pete could see a building at the other end. 
He thought briefly about running, but with no shoes and
surrounded by thirty or more kids he know he'd never make
it.

"Welcome to your new school," the boy said as the grass gave
way to blacktop.  "Tommy, go ahead and let us in."

A boy Pete's age ran ahead of the crowd.  The sun was just
starting to sink and Pete guessed it must be about 6:30 or
so.  When they reached a door the boy who had run ahead
pushed it open from the inside.

"What are you going to do to me," Pete asked nervously.

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you, me and my friends
aren't in middle school anymore.  We're going to turn you
over to your peers and just watch.  What happens to you
depends on a lot on you little man."

The older boy told everyone not to turn any lights on until
they reached the library and when they got there Pete saw
why—the library didn't have any windows.  Once the doors
were closed the lights came on and Pete was directed to have
a seat in front facing the rest of the kids.

The older boys moved to the back and Pete looked out at the
others.  He quickly counted fifty-four kids, thirty eight of
them girls; all were of middle school age.  He knew they
didn't all come in the cars so some of them must have been
here waiting.

"My name is Angela, and we're going to have a fair trial and
then fry your ass," one of the girls said to him.  "Steve
was seventh grade class president last year so he'll be the
judge.  You need to pick an attorney to defend you, anyone
you want.  Steve will then appoint a jury.  So who do you
want to defend you?"

"A trial, but I haven't done anything wrong," Pete said.

"Of course you did or you wouldn't have been arrested.  Now
who do you want to defend you?  If you don't choose somebody
the judge will have to appoint someone to defend you."

Pete was confused and scared.  He looked around the room and
realized that many of the kids in attendance looked
familiar.  He had this vision of being naked under a bridge
and was sure that some of the kids who saw him there were
here now.  And in the corner he saw five girls who were at
Karen Farmington's slumber party.

"What's taking so long?" the girl demanded.  "Who do you
want to defend you?  We don't have all night for this you
know."

Pete had no idea what to do.  For the first time in days his
head was feeling more clear, but he was completely
overwhelmed by this turn of events.  While he looked around
the room he heard the back door open and to his horror saw
eight more kids come in to join the kids already present.

"Okay then, if you can't choose then one will be appointed
for you.  Steve, I mean, your honor, who is to be the
defense lawyer?"

Steve, who had taken a seat several yards to Pete's left,
surveyed the room.  "Nappy, you'll do."  Many of the kids
laughed out loud.

"Stop calling me Nappy, my name is Jeff," said a boy who
didn't even look like he was eleven yet.  "I don't want to,
too many bad things happen to defense lawyers in this
court."

"That's only if they do a poor job of defending," Steve said
to him.  "Besides, I selected you to defend him.  If you
refuse, I'll try you again for sleeping on watch and
allowing your classmates to get caught."

"But that's not fair, I was already tried for that once. 
You can't try me again."

"You got off on a technicality.  I have new evidence. 
Defend him or we'll try you next."

Jeff, AKA Nappy, came forward while Steve selected eleven
kids to be a jury and seated them to Pete's right.

"The defendant will rise, face the jury and state his full
name, age, and address," Steve said.

"You can't make me stay here and play this game," Pete said,
looking at the door and trying to see if he had any hope of
escape.

"Bailiff, you may correct the accused," Steve said and the
three older boys who had kidnapped him came forward.  They
ignored Pete's plea and grabbed him.  Pete was tossed face
down over a table and suddenly felt a fire in his rear as a
paddle was swung hard and fast.  It hit him several more
times before Steve signaled them to stop.

"Do you submit to the rules of the court or shall I have
them continue," Steve asked.

Pete slowly stood up and faced the kids playing as jurors. 
"My name is Pete W. Prescott, and I'm twelve years old but
I'll be thirteen in less than two weeks.  I live at 2233
Oakdale Drive."

Angela started as soon as Pete returned to his seat. 
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to prove tonight that
this boy is a disgrace and embarrassment to not just his
class, but to the whole school and we will ask the court to
impose the maximum sentence for this.  He has displayed
himself naked to little girls, some as young as six, and
forced other young kids, both girls AND boys, to satisfy him
sexually."

Steve asked him "How do you plead to these charges?"

"Can I discuss it with my attorney?"

"I'll give you five minutes.  You can discuss it in the
fiction section, which may be appropriate."

Pete and Jeff went to the book rows.  "Is there any chance
you can get me off?"

"Well, lets start with the obvious, are you guilty?"

"No!  I mean, I was naked, and many of the kids out there
saw me, but it wasn't my choice, I was forced to do it."

"Forced by whom, and how?"

"The problem is, I can't keep it all straight in my head.  I
remember some things, but I can't tell if I was dreaming
them or if they really happened.  I was real sick the last
two days."

Jeff studied him for a moment.  "If you plead innocent and
they find you guilty, they're going to do something to me
too.  But if we plead innocent by way of sickness and lean
on the court's mercy, maybe they will go easy on you.  If
you just plead guilty we can get this over with.  They will
probably find you guilty anyway."

"But what will happen?  They can't really do anything, can
they?"

"This is a kangaroo court with no adult supervision.  I
don't think there are any limits, except that I've never
heard of anyone being physically harmed.  Most kids get
paddled, but it tends to be more humiliation than pain.  No
bruises, but it's done on the bare.  The worst things happen
to those accused of the worst crimes, and yours is the worst
I've ever heard of.  So maybe it doesn't matter how you
plead.  I don't know what you should do.  I want you to just
plead guilty and maybe they will let me go."

One of the older boys came back and told them time was up. 
Pete and Jeff returned to the center of the library and
Steve asked again for his plea.

Pete thought for a second about what Jeff had said and
decided there was no reason to give in.  "I'm innocent.  I
was set up and forced to do stuff, but I can't remember
everything that happened to me because I was sick."

Jeff had his head in his hands as Pete sat back down.

Angela approached him.  "Has a girl younger than you touched
your penis in the last two days?

"Well, yes, but not because I wanted her to.  I couldn't
stop it."

"The defendant will just answer the question and not supply
any other information unless it is requested," Steve said,
causing Angela to smile.

"So you have allowed little girls to touch you.  Were you
hard at the time?"

Pete saw this was not going to go well.  "Can I change my
plea?"  He turned and looked at Steve who said "You had your
chance.  Now just answer the questions."

"Yes," he said to Angela.

"How about boys?  Have any boys touched your privates?"

"Yes, one did."

"And were you hard then too?"

"Yes, but not because of that, it was because---"

Pete saw Steve signal to the older boys in the back who
began to approach until Pete stopped talking.

"Have you displayed yourself naked in front of girls and
boys?"

"Yes," Pete said, wanting to say more but afraid of getting
paddled again.

"No more questions your honor," Angela said.

"Your witness Nappy," Steve said.

Jeff looked like the last thing he wanted to do was be here,
but he rose and faced Pete.

"Didn't you tell me you were guilty?" he asked suddenly.

"Hey, what about lawyer-client privilege?" Pete asked.  But
Steve didn't say anything and Jeff just stood there.

"I said I might have done what I'm accused of but I don't
remember.  You told me I was guilty and that I should plead
that way!"

"No further questions your honor."

Steve called on Angela for witnesses and she said she had
two.  One described what she had seen under the bridge and
the other described how Pete had shown up at a girl's
slumber party naked after hiding the clothes he had been
wearing.  Jeff did not cross examine them.

Steve called on the jury to deliberate, which only took a
few seconds.  The member selected to read the verdict called
Pete guilty on all counts.

"Nappy, you violated the confidentially of your client in
the courtroom, how do you plead to this charge?" Steve asked
Jeff.

Without any hesitation, Jeff said "Guilty your honor.  I
plead guilty and fall on the mercy of the court.  The crimes
my client confessed to were too serious to defend."

Steve stood and said to Pete "You have been tried by a jury
of your peers and found guilty.  I now sentence you to
public humiliation.  You will be bound in stocks and turned
over to the members of your class for them to humiliate you
in a manner that restores the dignity of next year's eighth
grade class."

Pete tried to run, but was quickly caught.  The older boys
held him while a simple set of stocks made in last year's
wood class was fitted around his neck and wrists; then the
group made sure everything in the library was returned the
way it was and pushed Pete back outside.

He was lead back across the field and into the woods where a
wood had been stacked for a campfire.

"Nappy, remove your clients clothing and throw it on the
campfire," Steve said, passing a small knife to him so that
Pete's shirt could be cut off.  "And then remove your own
clothing too."

"Aw, come on Steve!  I didn't want to defend him, you made
me do it."  Jeff didn't see the signal but he heard the
bigger boys coming up behind him and quickly turned and
started cutting Pete's shirt off.  Once that was done he
pulled Pete's shorts and boxers off in one motion and pulled
them over Pete's feet.  He threw the clothes on top of the
stacked firewood.

Then he started removing his own clothing, starting with his
shirt.  He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and
underwear, knowing he was going to lose them tonight whether
he resisted or not.  Finally he took his socks off and held
the bundle of clothing in front of him.  "Do mine go in the
fire too?" he asked Steve.

"You can keep them for now, but go lock them in my brother's
car.  I'll decide later if you deserve to get them back."

As Jeff hurried away with his clothes, the fire was lit. 
Pete had no choice but to stand and watch it burn his
clothes.  With the fire on his front, his back was starting
to feel cold.  He knew somehow the worst was yet to come. 
The assembled kids watched the fire, staring at the two
naked boys.  More wood was added until there was a deep bed
of red-hot coals.  Pete guessed it was already nearly
midnight.

The kids from Pete's class had scattered into the brush and
slowly reappeared one-by-one; each carrying a small branch. 
While they were gone Pete watched as some metal straps were
added to the fire and several open cans set around the
edges.  One of the older boys went back to his car and
returned with two large boxes and Jeff, who was carrying a
third box.  Pete couldn't see what was in the boxes.

Once all of Pete's classmates had returned Steve opened the
box Jeff had been carrying.  "Artificial skin, otherwise
known as latex," he said, handing out three cans and some
brushes to the first three volunteers.  The three girls
began spreading the contents on Pete's groin, stroking his
penis to make sure it was hard.  They completely covered him
from his belly button down, with several coats on his balls
and dick.

"It's really for your protection," Steve said to him.  "You
see, your class has decided to tar and feather you, but some
places are just too sensitive, so we'll protect them with
the latex first.  It will peel off without too much trouble,
although I'm afraid the hair you had down there will come
off with it.  It will be like a wax job."

"Actually, we aren't using tar; that would cause serious
skin burns.  So instead we'll heat up an oil and grease
mixture to just hot enough to spread evenly and use that. 
It will still be a bitch to clean once it cools down and
hardens.  But the temperature will not be hot enough to burn
you, although it may feel uncomfortable.  But when it dries
it forms a thick coat."

While he was talking, to other boys had pulled one of the
metal straps out of the fire with tongs.  "Hold still now,
this is hot," Steve said to him.  The strap was glowing red
as the boys wrapped it tight around one end of the wooden
stocks they had bound him in.  The wood began to smoke as
the hot metal was pressed against it.  Once it was all the
way around it was pressed together with clamps and forced as
tight into the wood as they could get it.

"As this cools, it shrinks.  It will hold the stock together
and make removing them a lot more difficult," Steve added as
the boys finished the first strap and pulled a second out to
do the other side.  Pete saw there were two more straps
still in the fire.

"The oil is ready," said a boy who had been stirring it.

"Test it on Nappy," Steve said.  "I want to make sure it
isn't too hot.  Just do a small spot on his chest.  And test
all three cans."

Jeff didn't look to happy, but he stood his ground and
allowed three boys to use a stick to apply a coat of the oil
mixture to his chest and back.  "It's a little warm, but it
isn't burning me," he said to Steve.

"Okay everyone, time to make sure Pete remembers this.  Warm
his skin up and get the blood flowing to it."  

The kids began hitting Pete with the small branches they
had.  Each hit stung and two boys had to hold him in place
until his whole body except his groin had been smacked until
it was red.  As soon as they were satisfied they began
spreading the oil mixture over him while Steve put a pair of
safety glasses over Pete's eyes.  A second can was carefully
poured over Pete's head until it ran down the sides and
back.

They worked quickly to cover all of his skin except his
groin, mouth, and nose.  Even his eyebrows were covered.  As
soon as he was covered, the last of the mixture in each can
was splashed on him with the other two boxes were opened.

These boxes were full of white feathers and were dumped and
thrown onto him.  Two girls were doing something to his
groin, but Pete couldn't see what it was.  As a final
measure, one of the kids used his oil-covered brush to put a
light coat of oil across the front of the safety glasses,
cutting off most of Pete's vision.

"Okay, take him back by the cars," Steve commanded.  As they
led him away Pete could hear Steve tell Jeff to clean up the
entire area.  "Find every feather, every stick, and put them
in the fire.  If I come back and find one piece of evidence
of this party you'll never see your clothes again."

Pete couldn't tell for sure what was happening, but he was
placed in front of three of the cars and their headlights
turned on him.  Then he heard the clicks and knew pictures
were being taken.

Then he was lifted into the back of the pickup truck again. 
"Time to take you home now," one of the boys said.  "If you
were smart, you'd make sure to find a way to keep any adults
from finding out who did this.  I'd recommend saying it was
kids wearing red and blue—that's Harding, the next town
over.  They're our sports rivals."

Pete didn't know how he was going to do it, but he knew he
couldn't let his parents see him like this.  Somehow he
would have to stay hidden.

It turned out to be easier then he thought.  The boys
dropped him off in front of the house with the ‘for sale'
sign out front and as soon as they drove off Hunter, Cody,
and Greg were waiting for him.

"God, what did they do to you?" Cody asked, but he smirked
as soon as Pete wasn't looking at him.

"You've got to hide me, my parents can't see me like this,"
Pete mumbled as the three boys led him off.  Cody tried to
pull the safety glasses off his face but the strap was
plastered behind the hardened oil mixture in his hair.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of, they think you're
spending another night at my house," Greg said.  Pete
couldn't see him holding his thumb up at Cody behind his
back.  "We're going to keep you in the fort tonight until
everyone leaves for work, then we'll get you cleaned up."