The Outsider Chapter 2
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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The Outsider, Chapter 2

As I moved through the halls, various kids would run by and
kick at me or try and trip me.  Each time I turned to face
them they ran off.

As I sat down in the cafeteria to eat my lunch, Billy, the
sixth grader from my first gym class who had warned me about
Decker, was the only one to sit down near me.

Remembering the humiliation he had endured next to me in the
locker room, I started to get up.  "Don't leave; I'm here to
help you a little, but I have to be careful.  I'm an
outsider too and they'll watch me to see how I treat you."

"Okay, so tell me, they can't really make me do what ever
they want, can they?"

"To some degree, yes.  A couple of the teachers won't help
you at all if you go to them and tell, like Mr. Kuntz this
morning.  In fact Kuntz is probably one of the worst, he'll
either embarrass the hell out of you himself or make it easy
for someone to do it.  However, if they actually catch
someone picking on you, then they are required to help or
they can get in trouble.  Even Kuntz has to follow that
rule.  So you need to stay in places where there are
teachers as much as you can."

"Today in gym—do you guys have to do that every day?"

"Naw, you just pissed Decker off and he took it out on us
too in order to get us pissed off at you too.  If you just
play along I think he'll leave the rest of us alone, but
he's watching for us to do stuff to you too."

"So what if I just refuse to go along?"

"Then you run the risk of being ganged up on and then it's
usually a lot worse.  Just be polite and put up with it. 
When I went through mine, I just did everything I was told
to do, and I didn't get it nearly as bad as the other
outsiders that refused or fought back."

"What was the worse thing you had to do?"

"Funny you should ask, because I'm going to have you do it. 
It's really embarrassing, but I got through it and so will
you."

"And if I don't do it then you'll do what?  Gang up on me?"

"Well, maybe.  But even though you're a year older than me
I'm as big as you and I think I could take you in a fight if
I had to.  But no, if you do it, then I'll tell you
something you really need to know.  If you don't then I
won't try to help you again.  I'm really taking a risk
here—if they know I'm helping to make this easier for you
they may decide to put me in my place again."

"Well, what is this 'worst thing' that you want me to do?"

While he had been talking, he had taken the hot dog out of
his bun and sliced the bun in half.  "Here's what I want you
to do."  He handed the half bun to me.  "Pull your wiener
out and stick it in the bun and go to that table over there
and ask them if they would put some ketchup and mustard on
your wiener.  That's all, just that. Then come back here and
I'll tell you something important."

The table he had pointed out was occupied by four girls—and
one of them was my sister Cassie!  I could feel my dick
rising up just thinking about going over there.  Three total
strangers were bad enough, but I couldn't do this in front
of my younger sister.

He could see me hesitating, thinking about it.  "Remember, I
can think of other ways to get you later.  This way, you'll
learn something important, and I'll be seen as treating you
the way they expect me to."

"You mean this type of thing will be common?"

"Remember what I told you, stay in places where there are
teachers around.  If there are no teachers around anything
can happen.  Just go do it and then get back here as quick
as you can"

I decided he was right, and he seemed to be willing to help
me.  I stood up and unzipped my pants.  I quickly placed my
now very hard dick in the bun and hurried over.

"Could you help me put ketchup and mustard on my wiener,
please?" I asked as quietly as I could.

The girls all started laughing uncontrollably and they used
plastic knives to spread the condiments across my dick.  My
sister seemed to be taking special joy at my misfortune. 
The sensations were nearly enough to make me shoot.  With
the laughter attracting the attention of everyone else, I
hurried back to where Billy was sitting as the cafeteria
exploded with laughter.  Billy had two napkins ready and I
wiped it off as quickly as I could.  I had only just slipped
it back inside my pants and zipped up when the principle,
Mr. Darcy, entered the room.

"Boy was that close" Billy said.  "You were taking too long. 
Now for the big news—don't ride a bus home any day this
week."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because they pick one outsider each year and strip him on
the back of the bus.  They throw the clothes out the
windows, and then at a busy street corner a bunch of them
surround him as they get off the bus so the driver doesn't
see.  As soon as the bus is gone, the crowd disappears,
leaving the poor kid naked.  And since you've pissed off
Decker I know he's planning to do it to you."

I decided that information was well worth what Billy had
just made me do.  "Thank you for telling me that.  I don't
think I could have handled that if it happened to me."

"Just be careful, it still could.  Remember, this goes on
until they feel they can make you do anything, and not just
here at school.  So get a ride from your parents if you can. 
And stop telling teachers, that only makes it worse.  Kids
will pick on you just to see how far they can make you go. 
Once they've had their fun they pretty much leave you alone
as long as you don't do anything to stand out, although I'd
be careful at a pep rally or assembly.  But you have to stop
telling on them and don't make any threats to anybody!"

My last few classes went by without a hitch, and between
classes I stayed near any teachers I could find.  During my
last class, I realized I needed to pee badly, so when the
bell rang to end the class, I hurried into the rest room.  I
had completely forgot the warning to stay out of the rest
rooms until I turned around to leave and saw a group of six
boys standing behind me waiting for me to finish.

"Didn't anyone tell you that outsider's aren't allowed to
use our bathrooms without permission?" asked one of the
bigger boys.

I thought about lying, but realized that the truth was
likely to be known already, and I'd only make it worse for
myself.  "Billy told me but I guess I forgot."

"Billy told you?" the biggest kid asked.  I knew I had just
made a mistake.

"Too bad you forgot the rules.  There's a price to be paid
now.  You know what it is?"

"No, nobody told me what would happen."

"Well, there's a lot that can happen, but the price is that
you have to forfeit either your pants or your underwear. 
Which one do you choose to lose?"

"Well, it isn't fair, I don't have any underpants.  They
took them in gym class today."

"Not my problem.  You knew you weren't allowed to use the
bathroom, but you did anyway, now you have to pay the price. 
Take em off."

I hesitated, not sure what to do.

"Everyone will be expecting instant response to all orders
and requests.  Failure to comply, even a slight hesitation,
could be taken to mean that you refuse to obey, and that's a
serious offense.  You don't want to find out what happens to
outsiders who decide not to submit to their masters, do
you?"

After what had gone on today, I had no intention of finding
out what would happen.  Without any further hesitation I
undid my belt and dropped my pants.  Everyone laughed while
I struggled to get them off over my shoes, but within a few
minutes I was once again nearly naked.

"We can't ignore the fact that you dirtied our bathroom, so
here's how I'm gonna take care of that."  He stepped into a
stall and climbed up on the seat and lifted up the ceiling
tiles.  When he came out, he had a roll of grey duct tape
with him.  "Take your shoes and socks off" he told me.

As soon as I removed them he said "Hold your hands out in
front of you, like this" he said, holding his own hands in
front of him separated by about a foot with the fingers
straight.

When I complied, he taped the fingers together on each hand
so that it was like a mitten.  Then he slid a sock on over
each hand, and shoved each hand into one of my shoes.

He tossed the tape to someone else to put away while he
picked up my pants.  You can stay here as long as you like,
but once you leave, you can't come back inside.  When I
leave, I'll drop your pants right outside the door.

He motioned for everyone to leave and headed for the door. 
"Remember, no coming back in after you leave.  Any
questions?"

Without waiting for a reply he walked out the door.

I knew that my pants would not remain outside the door for
long, even if he really did drop them, so there was no way I
would have time to try and get the tape off.  So I headed
out the door right behind them.

True to his word, he dropped my pants just outside the door. 
The hallway was full, but at first nobody seemed to notice
me.  I shook the shoes off as quickly as I could and then
tried to pick up my pants.  With the socks on over my bound
fingers, I couldn't do it, so I began pulling the socks off
with my teeth.  By now, everyone nearby was aware of my
predicament.

I nearly panicked when I heard one boy yell "Grab his pants"
but managed to get one foot part way down a leg opening. 
The boy who had yelled was keeping me from getting the other
foot in while everyone else in the hall was laughing
hysterically.

Realizing I was losing the battle, I tried to use my teeth
to get to tape loose on one hand.  This allowed the boy who
was trying to get my pants from me to knock me down, and to
my horror he pulled them off the one leg I had gotten
started.  I jumped up just as he turned and ran, but didn't
need to go far.  He had taken two steps when he ran into a
teacher.

"Roland, exactly what do you think you're doing!" the
teacher yelled, pulling me and the boy named Roland into a
classroom.

"Give me those" he said, grabbing them out of Roland's hand
as the door slammed shut behind us.  "You don't have any
idea of the trouble you are in for."

The teacher helped me step into my pants and then pulled the
tape off my fingers so that I could fasten them and buckle
my belt.  "How did he do this to you?  Somebody must have
helped him, do you want to tell me who?"

"No.  I just want to get out of here and go home."  I took
two steps towards the door.

"Okay, you can leave if you want.  But unless you tell me
who helped him, he's the only one who will get punished."

"I only just started here today and I don't know who anyone
is.  And I don't want to cause more trouble for myself."  I
quickly left the room.

By now the kids who had witnessed it were long gone, and I
left the school and headed without thinking towards the
buses.  I was almost on board when I saw Chuck Decker and
some of his friends on my bus.  Then I remembered not to
ride a bus.

My cousin's house was about 4 miles from the school, so it
was going to be a long walk, but better than the one I might
have had if I had taken the bus.

When I finally did get home my sister asked me how my day
went, but she couldn't keep a straight face.  From the look
on Ginny's face I could tell she had already told my cousin
what had happened to me.

That night my mom called from our old house.  She talked to
Cassie first and I heard Cassie tell her I was being picked
on again "because he's such a dork."

When it was my turn to talk she wanted to know what happened
but I couldn't tell her about the lunch room so I just
mentioned some of the other stuff.  "Everyone says it's
because I'm an outsider" I said when she asked me why the
kids would do stuff to me.

"Cassie didn't say anything about being called an outsider"
she said, and I realized that I hadn't seen or heard of
anything happening to my sister during the day.  "Maybe I'll
call Mr. Darcy tomorrow" my mom said.

I should have told her not to, but I was so upset that I
forgot.  I asked when I could come home, but I already knew
the answer.  "Not until the baby is born and I'm home from
the hospital."

I hope it comes soon.