The Outsider Chapter 7
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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The Outsider Chapter 7

The next day was Thursday and that meant sixth grade gym
class.  So I was going to have to put up with Chuck Decker
again—and the gym teacher from hell.  And as if that wasn't
bad enough, I hadn't thought to find out who Danielle's
little brother was, so I didn't know which gym class I
needed to get a boner in.  That meant I would have to pop
wood in today's class at least.  With my luck I'd find out
her brother was in seventh grade and I'd have to do it again
tomorrow.

I moved to the back of the lockers, although I don't know
why since it hadn't helped on Monday.  I planned to keep
everything in the locker until I needed it but it didn't
work out that way.  I took my shirt off and hung it on the
hook in the locker.  Before I could get my gym shirt out of
my gym bag Decker grabbed me and pushed me away from my
locker and into the center of the room.

"Let us see your might mouse," he said.  Knowing I had to
comply I pulled my pants down.  Chuck held out his hand to
me and I removed my shoes and then removed my pants and
handed them to him.  He handed my shoes and pants to someone
behind me.  I hoped I'd see them again by the end of class.

I was now standing before the rest of the class wearing
nothing but my tiny mighty mouse underpants and a pair of
black socks and I was doing all I could to ignore the
laughter from the other boys in the class.

"Boy, that's really cute; your mother must be very proud of
you.  But before you can dress for gym you have to remove
the rest of your street clothes," Decker said.

Without pausing I pulled my socks off and then the briefs. 
I tried to hand them to him but he told me to just toss them
behind me.

"Now for a little test," Decker said.  Someone behind me
pulled a piece of cloth over my eyes and tied it off behind
my head.  I fought the impulse to pull it off.

"Now you can dress for gym.  The only rule is that once you
pull something out to put on you have to wear it and you
can't take it off again.  You have to be dressed and ready
by the time Kuntz blows his whistle and calls us out onto
the floor.  Here's you gym bag."  I heard them drop my bag
on the floor in front of me—or at least a gym bag; without
being able to see I really had no idea if it was mine or
not.

Reaching inside I found my jock strap.  I pulled it out by
the two straps that go in the back so I was able to pull it
on.  However, as soon as I pulled the pouch up over my balls
sharp objects inside started poking me.  I started to pull
them back down but Decker stopped me.  "Remember the rules,
once you put it on you wear it," he said.

I could see already that it was going to be a long and
painful gym class.  I searched in my bag for my shirt and
found it.  Pulling it on was difficult however since it was
too small.  I did finally get it over my head but it only
came down to my belly button.  My gym shorts were no better;
they were okay in the waist but I could tell they were very,
very short.

The only things left were socks and shoes.  Nothing seemed
abnormal about them as I put them on.  I could hear the rest
of the boys trying to hold back their laughter.

Once I stood up Decker told me, "That's good; now just stand
there while the rest of us get dressed.  We'll take the
cloth off when Kuntz calls us."

I stood there and listened to the sound of other boys
changing.  Locker doors slammed closed and the noise level
went up until the locker room door opened and the gym
teacher, Mr. Kuntz, blew his whistle.  The cloth was removed
from my face.

"Okay girls, get your butts out here," Mr. Kuntz yelled.  I
looked down and saw with horror that I was dressed in a
girl's gym outfit—pink blouse and orange shorts.  As an
added attraction I had one pink and one green sock and
bright red shoes.  I took a quick peek inside the pouch on
the jock strap and saw it was filled with broken egg shells.

"I heard you finally came out of the closet so it's nice to
see you dressed appropriately," Decker said to me as he ran
past on his way to the gym.  I followed reluctantly,
wondering what Mr. Kuntz's reaction would be.

I didn't have to wait long.  He glared at me as I ran past
but didn't say anything at first.  As I lined up with the
other boys he stood in front and said "One of us doesn't
look like the others.  Can anyone tell me who the oddball
is?"

"It looks like its Peter Coutier, Mr. Kuntz," Decker said.

"And what is different about him?"

"Well, just about everything.  He's smaller, weaker, less
developed, and, oh yeah, he's dressed like a fag!" Chuck
said.  He got a good laugh from the class, but not from
Kuntz.

"That is unnecessary!  Everyone! Down on the deck; pushup
position." He made the whole class do twenty pushups.

Mr. Coutier, front and center," he shouted to me.  I stepped
out of line and approached him.

"Is this supposed to be a fashion statement?"

"No sir, it was just meant as a joke," I answered.

"A joke, huh?  You think my class is a joke?"

"No sir, I mean the joke was on me, you know, to get kids to
laugh at me.  I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"How could you possible come into my class dressed like that
and think I would approve.  Now the joke really will be on
you.  Take off everything that isn't appropriate for this
class."

I quickly stripped off the shoes and socks, followed by the
shorts and finally the shirt, leaving me in nothing but my
jock strap.

"At least nobody 'stole' your athletic supporter today,"
Kuntz said, referring to the events from Monday.  "Now I'm
going to teach you a little respect.  You are going to go
out on the track field and run laps until I call you back
in.  If I look out there and don't see you running then you
and Mr. Darcy will have another meeting in his office.  Get
going—and leave the door open behind you."

I ran to the door that led from the gym to the track,
knowing that anyone looking outside a window on this side of
the building would see me running laps in just a jock.  I
hoped that with classes in session that few people would be
looking but as I got outside I saw that it wouldn't matter
because the girl's gym class was outside playing soccer on
the field inside the track.  Then I noticed that just to
make it worse, this was the class my sister was in.

The egg shells were constantly poking me in the balls and my
dick.  I wanted so much to remove them but doing so would
mean exposing myself to the girls.  And, I was sure that
Decker wouldn't be happy with me.  So I ran with the pain
and discomfort and the laughter of thirty eleven and twelve
year old girls ringing in my ears until the end of class.

The rest of the class was already in the locker room, but
Kuntz had a warning for me before he let me go.  "Next time
you will be dressed appropriately, and there won't be any
jokes.  I won't be easy on you anymore," he said.

When I entered the locker room most of the class was already
in the showers.  At least today they didn't seem to be
picking on the other outsiders.  I went to remove the
jockstrap hoping for some relief from the discomfort but one
of Decker's goonies stopped me.  I was allowed to take a
shower but I had to keep the jockstrap on.

As I dried off after showering, the class gathered around me
again.  "We've got something to help fill out that pouch a
little, make it look like you've got something down there,"
Decker said.

He produced a raw egg from his locker and pushed it inside
my jock so that it was positioned between my balls and my
dick.

"Now break it," he said to me.  "Break it or I will," he
said when I didn't move fast enough for him.

I pressed on the bulge and squeezed it, trying to keep it
from crushing my balls.  Finally the egg broke open,
spilling the cold insides into the pouch.  The added
sections of the shell added to my total discomfort as the
egg slowly oozed out along the edges of the pouch.

"Now you can get dressed," Decker said.  I went to my
locker, too ashamed to look anyone in the eyes.  I was
surprised to find my gym bag and my clothes in the locker. 
Well, most of my clothes—the mighty mouse underwear was
missing.

Somehow I endured the rest of the day.  The egg was drying
out and felt horrible, but not as bad as the egg shells that
were constantly poking me.  But I still had one deed to get
through today—I had to visit the boy's bathroom again before
I left school.

I entered the one closest to the exit doors and was
surprised to find it empty.  I decided to quickly clean up
the dried egg and get some of the shells out and get out
before anybody came in, and nearly made it.  I was just
heading out the door when a couple of sixth graders headed
in.  I started to push past them, but then thought better of
it.  One thing I was sure of was that if I tried to get away
and failed it would be a lot worse.

"Boy, you sure don't learn very quickly."  "You know the
price for using the bathroom, so hand them over."

Since I didn't have my underpants I had no choice but to
take off my street pants and hand them to him.  One of the
other boys was already getting the duct tape from where it
was hidden.  They gawked at the stains from my jockstrap and
one boy even pulled it out to look inside.

"This is really gross," he said, showing his friend.  "And
the worst part is that you have some hair but a tiny dick. 
I think you need to shave the hair off until you have a big
enough dick to go along with it, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll shave them off," I told him.

"Just to be sure you do, I want you to come here tomorrow
morning as soon as the busses arrive and show me.  You're to
have no hair from your head to your feet.  Now let's get the
rest of the punishment started."

Just as they started to tape up my fingers, Chuck Decker
walked in with two of his friends.  "You guys caught him
using the bathroom, huh?  What do you plan to do with him?"

The kid who was taping my hands had stopped and took a step
away.  Even though he and Decker were in the same grade,
Decker had been held back two years, and was a lot bigger. 
"I don't know for sure.  I guess just drop his pants outside
the door again" he said.

"Will you sell him to us for a dollar apiece?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"And how about another dollar for his pants?"

"Yeah, that fine" the boy said, handing my pants over to
Chuck.

Chuck dug through my pockets until he came up with my
wallet.  Opening it up, he pulled out four dollar bills and
handed them over.  "Pete here doesn't mind paying you off,
do you Pete?"

Hoping to get off easy, I answered with a simple "No, I
don't mind."

As soon as the boys took the money and left, Decker turned
to me, and to my surprise he removed the tape from my hands. 
"I have a proposition for you, Coutier.  You get your
choice.  I can either tape your hands behind your back and
leave, or Tyler here will loan you his sweater until you
come to get your pants back.  Which do you want?"

"Where are you going to leave my pants?"

"Oh, I'm not going to leave them anywhere, they'll be with
me--on the bus.  But if you want the sweater, you have to
agree to come with us and ride the bus home.  So what's it
to be, tape or sweater?"

Tyler was a lot taller then me, so his sweater would come
down almost to my knees.  My own shirt barely covered my
groin.  And my sister had already told me I had to take the
bus home anyway.  "I'll take the sweater" I mumbled.

"Good choice, Coutier.  Tyler, give him your sweater." 
Tyler pulled the sweater over his head and handed it to me.  

"You smell like an egg sandwich," Decker said.  "Take those
off and clean yourself before you leave."

I peeled off the jockstrap and headed towards the sinks. 
"We'll see you on the bus" said Decker.  "You better hurry
because you wouldn't want to be late and miss it."  He
picked up my jockstrap and my book bag and left.  I hurried
to wash my groin as fast as I could before somebody else
came in.

The sweater did indeed come to just above my knees. 
However, with a green sweater, black socks, and black dress
shoes, everyone would likely guess that I had nothing on
under the sweater.

To add to my horror, as I quickly walked to the bus, my dick
started to rise.  By the time I climbed the steps there was
a noticeable bulge.  Hoping for the best, I took a seat
right behind the driver, but Scott had boarded the bus right
behind me.  "Only the nerds sit up here, come on to the back
with us."

He didn't give a choice, but instead grabbed hold of my arm
and propelled me down the aisle to the back of the bus.  My
sister and my cousin Ginny smiled as I passed them.  I was
led to the back seat next to the window, surrounded by
Decker and his friends.  At least Decker really did have my
pants.

"Nice of you to join us" he said.  "Tyler wants his sweater
back, he's afraid he'll catch cold without it."

I took off the sweater and handed it over.

"You'd better give him your shirt too, just in case it gets
real cold back here."

Knowing I didn't have a choice, I unbuttoned my shirt and
handed that over as well.  That left me naked except for
shoes and socks.  My dick was sticking straight up, poking
me in the stomach.

Decker reached under the seat and pulled up my green back
pack with the Pikeland Academy emblem on the back.  He
pulled out my tee shirt from gym and handed it to me, then
began putting all the rest of my clothes into the pack. 
When he was done, he took a combination lock and locked it
closed.

I put the tee shirt on while he finished.  "Yep, it looks
like a good solid bag and I'm sure that you'd hate to lose
it."  He handed it to me and said "Put it on."

I slipped my arms through the straps and sat back down,
waiting for him to continue.

"That lock needs three numbers to open.  You do three
things, and I'll give you the combination.  Easy as pie,
right?"

I sat silently, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm glad to see you're already hard, that saves a lot of
time.  To get the first number, you need to rub your dick
until we get off the bus.  Go ahead, start now."

While everyone in the seats around us turned to watch, I
began jacking off.

"Go easy now, because to get the third number, you can only
cum when I tell you.  If you cum before I say to, you won't
get the last number."

I slowed down on the rubbing.  "And the middle number, what
do I have to do for that one?"

"That ones easy—you just get off the bus when we do.  So
stay hard, exit when you when we get off, and cum on
command.  Nothing to it, is there?"

Easy for him to say, I had some idea of what was to come. 
But I continued to rub my dick, just enough to keep it hard,
but not enough to cum.

We were fifteen minutes into the ride when Chuck stood up
and said "Let's go, here's our exit."  His friends all
gathered around me so that the driver wouldn't be able to
see me as we got off.  Not that they had to worry very much,
he probably knew anyway.

As soon as we got off the bus Decker and his friends
gathered around, along with all the other kids who got off
at this stop.  We were on a residential street about a mile
from my aunt's house.  A school bus from the elementary
school had just let a large group of kids off a block away
and many of them were heading here.

"Okay, you've done fine.  Twenty and sixteen are the first
two numbers.  Now, for the third, shoot!"

As soon as he said that, they all stepped back, leaving me
naked in front of all the kids.  The hoops and hollering
attracted the attention of other kids in the area.  I began
to stroke harder and faster, finally shooting.

"Twenty-five" shouted Decker as he and his friends ran off. 
I pulled the pack off my back and started on the lock.  I
fumbled on the first try and the elementary kids gathered
around and started grabbing at me.

The second try opened the lock, and I grabbed my pants as
quick as I could.  With at least twenty kids laughing and
poking at me, I finally got my pants back on.  Leaving my
shirt for later, I took off running for home.

Ginny and Cassie were waiting for me, and they weren't even
trying to hold back their laughter.  I figured this would be
a good time to ask for a favor.

"I need a razor," I asked.

Cassie felt my face and said, "Dream on, you won't need to
shave for a few years at least."

"Not my face," I said, suddenly embarrassed again.

"Then what else do you need to shave?" asked Ginny.  Upon
hearing the laughter, Scott came out to see how I was being
humiliated this time.

"I have to shave my groin and my legs," I said, hating the
smile that appeared on Scott's face.

"You have to, as in someone is making you do this?" Ginny
asked.

I considered my answers and decided one the one least likely
to cause me further problems.  "No, nobody is making me,
it's just that a sixth-grader suggested it because I would
fit in better in his gym class and I've decided he's right."

"Well, in that case, come with me," Ginny said.  She took me
to the bathroom and gave me all of the necessary equipment,
including a lotion to use after I shaved to get rid of the
stubble.

"Come out and show us after you're done and we'll see how
good a job you did," she said after giving me a few tips.

I carefully used the razor, getting a feel for it on the
upper part of my abdomen.  Once I had more control and
confidence I moved on to where the hair was more noticeable. 
I saved trying to shave my balls until after I had shaved my
legs.

Even though I hated going outside for another inspection, I
knew I had to.  Scott stopped me in the kitchen and made his
own inspection, giving me a thumbs up.  "Ask my sister if I
can take you to Todd's house and show him," he told me as I
headed outside for Ginny's and Cassie's inspection.

Nothing about this whole ordeal had been easy, and this was
no exception.  As I headed towards the swings I saw that
Chuck Decker was with them.  Even though he had seen me
naked dozens of times, it was still unbearable to have to
submit to a naked inspection by my sister and my cousin in
front of another boy.

"What's the matter, couldn't you get the lock open?" he asks
as soon as he saw me approaching.  "Wait a minute, something
about you looks different," he said as I got closer.  "Did
you get a haircut or something?"

All three of them laughed and I knew the girls had told him. 
I remained quiet and stood in front of Ginny waiting for her
to finish.

"Wow, look at him; without the hair he looks like he's ten
years old," my sister said.  I could feel the blood rushing
to my face again.  But better there than rushing somewhere
else.

Ginny ran her hand across my groin and balls.  My dick
twitched from the contact but I was far to embarrassed to
get hard right then.

"You did a good job for a change," she said.

"You know, he even did a good job in school today," Decker
said.  "He's almost as smart now as any other outsider.  I
really think he's making some progress."

My heart lifted with those words, but my sister put me back
on the ground.

"I don't think one day is enough time to make a judgment
like that; we'll see how he does tomorrow.  And he'll be
tested again throughout the weekend."

That reminded me.  "Scott wants to know if he can take me to
Todd's house to show him."

No, tell Scott to invite Todd over here," Ginny said.

"And tell him and Todd they can play that game you enjoy if
they want," my sister added.  "You know which game I mean?"

I knew exactly what she meant.  "Yes," is all that I said.

"What game do you enjoy playing with a couple of ten year-
olds?" Decker asked.  I couldn't believe he really didn't
know, but his expression indicated he didn't.

"Tell him what game you like, and the reason why you like
it," Ginny said.

"I like to suck their dicks because I'm queer," I said.  I
felt completely empty by this point and only the belief that
my life might get back to normal made it possible to say
stuff like that.

"Oh, I see," he said.  He turned to Ginny and asked her, "Is
that a good idea?"

"We control it, and it's only allowed to happen here," she
said.  That exchange showed that my belief that younger kids
were prohibited from the initiations of outsiders was well
founded and that Ginny was violating some kind of rule.

Ginny apparently saw something in Decker's expression that I
had missed because she said to him, "His behavior was
totally inappropriate.  He even called Cassie an outsider,
and in front of her friends too.  It was a suitable
punishment.  As soon as we're convinced he's learned how to
act in our town we'll put a stop to it."

If ever there was a time to go and tell somebody what was
happening this was it, but I figured that getting Ginny in
trouble wouldn't solve my individual problem.  Besides, I
could always decide to tell later.  "I'm going to go tell
Scott the good news," I said in a flat voice.

Scott greeted the news with joy and bounded out of the house
to go and get Todd.  When he came back we went up to his
room where I took turns sucking them off until Ginny called
us down for supper.

I got through rest of the night with nothing but some minor
teasing.  One thing that hung heavy on my mind as I tried to
fall asleep was that first thing in the morning I was
supposed to report to the boy's room for an inspection.  I
didn't believe it would be as simple as that.