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Subject: {ASSM} "Oliver Naked in School: Thursday" (NiS,mg,mf,mm,mb,mast,oral,bd,viol)
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   Oliver Naked in School

   By Daphne Xu

   Thursday

   Oliver awoke from nightmares of pain that he couldn't quite recall.  He
did recall last night's thrashing.  "I'll kill him, I will!" He thought to
himself, knowing that he'd never work up the nerve even to minimally defy
Dad, let alone fight him to the death.

   The rest of his body was stiff and sore from the practice with Thuy --
but at least she never deliberately hurt him.  He'd even had fun during the
practice.

   One thing he knew for certain.  He couldn't undress at school today.  He
slipped on his underpants and a pair of soft slacks, cringing at the pain.
He waited as long as possible in his bedroom, grabbing his knapsack,
leaving only at the last minute, skipping breakfast, avoiding any contact
with his family.

   It was too late to walk.  He caught the bus to school.  His stomach sank
lower and lower the closer he got to school.  Finally, the bus stopped and
Oliver exited the bus with everyone else.  He barely heard the applause as
the crowd opened up in front of him, leaving him an open path up the stairs
to the Assistant Principal and the two boxes.

   He slowly went up the stairs.  One box already had Thuy's clothes; she
had apparently arrived, disrobed, and gone inside.

   Oliver tried to look up at the Assistant Principal.  "Sir, I can't get
undressed."

   "Young man," sternly replied the Assistant Principal.  "You have no
choice.  As a Program participant, you are required to strip."

   "But my fa--"

   "Strip!  Don't say anything further!"

   Oliver could do nothing but comply.  One by one, he removed every bit of
clothing until he stood bare.  He was oblivious to everything but the
menacing man standing over him.

   "Very good, Oliver," commended the Assistant Principal, patting Oliver's
head.  He picked up the boxes of clothes, and turned and entered the school
building.

   Oliver just stood there for a moment, feeling sorry for himself, before
entering the school building.  As he passed though the doorway, a
sixth-grade girl appeared from the left, shouted "PING" as she pinged his
dick, and ran off.

   Already depressed from the events of last night and this morning, this
was the last straw.  Oliver staggered to a wall before collapsing and
sitting down on the floor, wincing in pain.  He sat Indian style, leaned
forward between his legs, covered his face with his hands, and sighed.

   "Salut Olivier!" He looked up.  Standing over him was Patrick, a boy in
his French class, holding a foot-long knitting needle.  "Je voudrais
essayer de quelquechose.  What'll happen if I stick this knitting up your
peehole?"

   "No!" Oliver stood up and backed against the wall.  He felt pain in the
tip of his dick, just from the very idea.  Despite all outrage, disbelief,
and fear, his dick hardened.

   "See, your dick wants it.  You mustn't refuse a reasonable request."

   "Who says that's a reasonable request?!"

   "Let's check with a proctor.  Hey, Hector!" a proctor appeared.  "We
seem to have a dispute here over a reasonable request.  I want see the
results of using this to stimulate his urethra."

   A familiar girl's voice spoke out, shaking.  "Th-th-th-at's N-n-not a
re-re-reason-able re-quest!" It was Wendy standing a bit back, looking
shocked and appalled.  Other students were looking on as well, to see what
would happen.

   Hector ignored her.  "That sounds reasonable to me.  You may proceed."

   Oliver froze in terror, with the electrifying buzz of excitement
centering around his penis.  Patrick took Oliver's dick in his right
fingertips, and with his left hand slowly eased the tip of the knitting
needle in Oliver's pee-hole

   "Ssst" inhaled Oliver through his tightly clenched teeth.  It didn't
hurt really, but it felt like it was about to.  Patrick stopped a moment,
then worked the needle in another bit.  "Ahhh," said Oliver in a waving
tone.  "Ssst."

   Little by little, the knitting needle went in, and Oliver's dick got
ever harder.  He felt a certain soreness, when the tip of the knitting
needle rubbed the wall of his pee-hole tube, but it wasn't too painful.

   It was in a little over two inches, halfway down Oliver's dick, when an
outraged shriek came through.  "What the hell!?!" Heather shoved her way
through the crowd, grabbed the knitting needle, and yanked it out.

   That sent Oliver's dick over the edge.  His dick spurted half a dozen
times while the rest of him froze as waves of electricity went through him.
He felt a pain in his dick with every spurt of semen.  He never saw where
the semen landed, and was only vaguely aware of exclamations of disgust.

   "If you want to experiment sticking something up a pee-hole, do it to
yourself!" Heather angrily told Patrick.

   "Oh, but I do.  I do it all the time."

   "Oh?"

   "Yes indeed.  It's such an amazing rush when you reach all the way down
to the base."

   "It didn't really hurt," said Oliver, having mostly recovered.  "Not
like Dad's belt last night."

   "What?!" said Heather and Patrick together, echoed by other exclamations
from the crowd.

   "Dad found out I was naked in school, and whipped me for it."

   "Shit!" exclaimed Heather, putting her arm around him.  "I'm so sorry."
Wendy came up and wordlessly hugged him as well.  He heard Patrick say
something about slugging his dad the last time his dad tried it on him.  If
only he could work up the nerve himself, thought Oliver.

   The warning bell sounded.  Heather said, "I think we'd better get to
class now." Oliver, Heather, and Wendy walked hand-in-hand to History. 
Heather and Oliver went in class while Wendy left for her own class.

   As Mr.  Peterson promised, they had a quiz the first half of class. 
Oliver didn't have any problem, and was one of the first to finish it and
turn it in.

   Midway through the class, the intercom spoke out.  "Oliver Nelson,
please report to the Principal's office.  Oliver Nelson, please report to
the Principal's office." On his way, he met Thuy, who had also been
summoned.  He saw her first, and greeted her.  "Hi, Thuy." A string dangled
from her pussy.

   "Hey Oliver." She didn't look much happier than Oliver felt.  He took
her hand and they walked in silence to the Principal's Office.

   "Ah, our two Programmites have arrived," the Assistant Principal greeted
them cheerfully, seemingly unaware that his two Programmites were anything
but cheerful.

   "I'll get right to the point," said the Principal.  "As you know, we
have assembly tomorrow afternoon for Saturday's soccer game.  I believe
that the first week of the Program went amazingly well.  During the
assembly, you two will consummate the success of the first week of the
Program at Belva Snodgrass Middle School.  It should make a rousing and
exciting conclusion to the week."

   As Thuy and Oliver slowly walked back to class, Oliver asked, "What do
you think they meant by `consummate'?  Did they mean celebrate or
something?"

   "Or something," Thuy replied.  "It means that we fuck." Oliver blushed
and his dick rose at hearing that word emerge from the mouth of the dainty
and proper Thuy.  Thuy giggled a bit, then turned serious.  "Dad wouldn't
like it at all if we fucked as part of the assembly.  I don't know what he
would do."

   "Dad whipped me last night, when he found out about me going naked."

   "Oh, oh, oh," whispered Thuy.

   "I had no chance to tell him that they made me do it for the Program.  I
don't know what he'll do to me tonight, just for standing here naked with
you.  And I definitely don't know what he'd if I actually f-- f-- had sex
with you." Oliver just couldn't say the f-word.  "I tried to tell the
Assistant Principal.  I just couldn't disobey him."

   "My period started last night," said Thuy slowly.  "I wore a
stringbikini pad, but he wouldn't allow it.  He cut off the pad and pushed
a tampon up me." Her voice lowered to a whisper.  "He shoved it in hard,
half his finger up me." A distressed pause, followed by, "I've never had
anything up there before."

   Oliver imagined something shoved up his ass, and shivered.  "Can't we do
anything?  Fight them somehow?"

   "I don't know.  Why don't you come to my house this afternoon, and
practice self-defense some more."

   Oliver's heart lightened.  "I'll come!"

   They reached the point where they had to separate to return to their
respective classes.  Spontaneously, they embraced.  Oliver's dick smoothly
slipped between her legs, just under her crotch.  He kissed her cheek as
they pulled apart.

   "Oliver?" Thuy hesitated.  "I've known for a long time about your crush
on me.  I didn't know what to make of it; I barely knew you.  After this
week, I know you are a wonderful friend, and you'll be a wonderful
boyfriend for someone.  I'm very sorry I don't have the feeling or
emotion."

   "I understand." Oliver's dick withered back down.  Curiously, he felt
only mild disappointment and embarrassment.  He realized that had she said
that early this week, or before, he would have died from embarrassment and
humiliation.

   "I hope we can still be friends.  I'll still see you this afternoon?"
Oliver nodded, and they went their separate ways to class.

   The bell rang shortly after he returned to History.  Algebra went by
routinely.  He was glad to submerge himself in the work, and forget about
being naked, being beaten, tomorrow's consummation, etc.  Before he knew
it, the bell rang again, this time for French class.

   "Bonjour, Mademoiselle Ellut," Oliver greeted the French teacher.

   "Bonjour, Monsieur.  On dit que ton pere t'a rosse hier soir." Oliver
didn't know what rosser meant, but the rest of it enabled him to guess that
it meant last night's beating.  So the news had gotten around.  He blushed
and looked down at the floor.  "C'etait terrible.  Je te dirais aller a la
police, mais dans cette ville, on ne ferait rien.  Mais l'ecris au
journal." The police here wouldn't do anything about it.  Oliver thought
the police would probably punish him for being naked.

   Oliver spent the class writing in his French journal, only participating
a little in the class.  He wrote about playing and practicing yesterday
afternoon at Thuy's house, and about Jenny's exposure of him over dinner,
and the resulting beating.  While writing, he found himself getting
agitated and infuriated, almost jumping around in his chair, tensing
himself up, trying to hold back a scream of rage.  At one point, he told
himself that he would kill Dad if it was the last thing he did.

   In Art class, the teacher had Oliver and Thuy in several poses.  His
heart wasn't in it -- not even when the teacher had him lay on the sofa,
with Thuy above him, one knee to the side of his head, the other leg
stretched out back, her pussy just above his face, tampon string dangling
down tickling his nose.  It emitted a strange smell; he couldn't decide
whether he liked it or not.  He thought abstractly that at one point, he
would have died to see a girl's pussy close-up like that -- probably died
from Dad's beating.

   After Art, on the way to lunch, Oliver found himself separated from
Thuy. A couple sixth-grade girls approached, and one touched his dick and
asked cautiously, "May I?" Oliver stood in front of her, spread his legs a
little, and let her play with his dick and balls.  It didn't do anything
for him; his dick remained limp and soft.

   "What's the matter?  What am I doing wrong?" asked the girl in despair.

   "He was beaten last night," answered a shaky whisper next to him.  It
was Wendy.  She put her arms around him, and he couldn't help it.  He wept
uncontrolled.  Several sets of arms went around him.  In the back of his
mind, he was thoroughly embarrassed about crying while naked in front of
the crowd, but he couldn't help it.

   At lunch, he sat in his usual spot between Heather and Wendy, across
from Thuy.  He ate in silence, while the others carried on conversation
around him.

   On his way to English, accompanied by Heather, he was accosted by a
proctor.  "Young Oliver, I hear that you haven't been performing your
duties in the Program with appropriate diligence and enthusiasm."

   Heather glared at the proctor.  "If you were beaten last night for being
in the Program, you wouldn't be enthusiastic about it either."

   "What?  Beaten?  I can't believe it!"

   "Dad did it last night," Oliver said.  "He'll do it again tonight, if he
finds out." He looked over at Thuy down the hallway, standing with her legs
spread, letting a pair of youngsters look and touch.  "Okay, I'm done for
anyway, so go ahead and have your fun." He backed up against the wall and
spread his legs.

   He wasn't surprised when a sixth-grader ran up and pinged his dick. 
Another girl approached more tentatively.  "May I touch it?" Oliver nodded.

   The girl was engrossed, squeezing his dick, looking at it from all
angles, running her fingers up and down it.  It felt nice, but Oliver
wasn't close to cumming; his dick was only semi-hard.  A boy, seventh-grade
Oliver thought, slipped up next to the girl and looked Oliver straight in
the eye, as he slid his hand down between his legs underneath the girl's
hands.

   He lightly tickled the smooth spot between Oliver's testicles and anus.
It felt chilly and tickly in the abstract, but Oliver wasn't close to
laughing.  The boy slipped the tip of a finger into his anus.  It felt
creepy; Oliver instinctively squeezed, feeling like he was trying to take a
dump.  The boy worked his finger in deeper and deeper.

   The boy whispered something into the girl's ear.  The girl stopped
playing with Oliver's dick, and moved over to one side.  The boy moved over
as well, his finger still embedded in Oliver's anus.  The boy did
something, Oliver couldn't figure out what except it felt really strange,
and he suddenly burst in orgasm.  His dick erupted six or seven times, and
he shrieked and collapsed against the wall.  The semen landed several feet
away, on a couple of persons who exclaimed in disgust.

   The boy promptly removed his finger from Oliver, grinned at the girl,
took her hand, and led her away.  He held the finger that had gone up
Oliver's ass well away.

   Wendy was in the audience, watching him with an enraptured gaze. 
Heather approached and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls,
the show is over.  We have to get to the next class." Taking his hand,
Heather led him to the class.  They arrived in good time before the late
bell rang.

   "Remember," announced the teacher.  "Your essay's due at the end of
class.  Interestingly, three of you already turned in your essays
yesterday. They were well-written, too.  I would like to read them out
loud."

   Olivier lay his head on his desk with a sinking feeling.  Heaven forbid
the elderly English teacher actually read his essay out loud!  The first
essay was about a complicated card game called "Contract Bridge," featuring
bids and also bizarre "doubles" and "redoubles." For some reason, six was
added to the actual bid.  Oliver fogged out on it all.

   The second essay was a short story about four friends (two boys and two
girls) going to Venus and living there.

   The third was Oliver's.  He covered his head and cringed, recalling last
night's punishment, as the teacher read out the title, "On the Receipt of a
Blowjob." How could he ever have written such a thing?  The old stern
English teacher read it in a tone of heightened eroticism.  A girl issued a
muffled high-pitched "Mmmm!  Mmm!  Mmmmmmnnnnggg!!"

   He kept his head down and his face covered, as the teacher commented,
"wonderful, enthusiastic, exquisite exposition, is it not?  Okay, boys and
girls, you've heard examples of good writing.  The rest of you may work on
your essays.  You three may do as you please -- quietly, at your desk,
though.

   Oliver found himself in one of his angry moods about last night's
beating, and vowed not to reward Dad for it.  He got out his pencil and
began writing.  He finished his scratched-up first drift just as the
teacher called for the essays to be turned in.  He continued, rewriting the
essay neatly, continuing through the class bell.

   Students were just beginning to enter for the next class as he finished.
He noticed the teacher observing him, sympathetically He got up, utterly
aware of his nudity, and handed her the essay, all folded up.  "I want to
replace the other one.  I hope this won't reduce my grade."

   "Of course not.  Extra writing won't reduce anyone's grade.  But this
sounds serious.  I'll read it now, if you want." She unfolded it and read
through it unspeaking.  Then she sat down, unmoving for what seemed like
forever.

   "Oliver, I've no words," she finally said, tears in her eyes.

   "Thank you," he whispered, teary-eyed as well.

   Wendy and Valerie were both already in the shower when Oliver arrived
for PE.  Both brightened at his appearance.  Wendy was definitely more
relaxed, he could see.

   "Hey Oliver," they greeted.  Wendy hugged him, followed by Valerie.

   PE was straightforward with no comment about the nudity of now half the
class.  Likewise, nothing out of the ordinary happened in Science class at
the end of the day.

   Wendy and Thuy both joined him on his way to the entrance.  As he
dressed, he hesitatingly asked Thuy, "Your house this afternoon?"

   Wendy's face took on a look of pained jealousy.  "We're doing Aikido
moves for self-defense," Thuy quickly explained.  "Want to join us?"

   "I have to walk there.  I can't take her bus.  If you want--"

   "I'll go with you," Wendy said quickly, her mood suddenly happy.

   "I'd walk with you two," Thuy said.  "But I have a couple things to do
at home.  See-ya there!" Thuy left for the bus, and Oliver and Wendy
started off toward Thuy's house.

   A couple minutes into the walk, Wendy took Oliver's hand, interlacing
their fingers.  It felt wonderful, and Oliver's dick hardened underneath
his slacks.  "It's strange.  My clothes feel tight and constricting."

   They reached Thuy's house, and Thuy summoned them inside and downstairs.
Thuy met them naked in the practice room, and held out her hand to shake.
Oliver took her hand, then yanked and turned aside, planning to throw her
over his shoulder.  Thuy apparently had the same idea, because instead,
they slammed into each other.

   "Very good, Oliver.  You're getting the idea.  Now take off your
clothes, both of you, and let's get busy." They slipped off their clothes.
This afternoon's practice was easier for Oliver, because Thuy spent time
working with Wendy, teaching her the moves.

   They also discussed tomorrow's assembly.  "They're going to make us
fuck," Thuy told Wendy, who blushed at her bluntness pretty much as Oliver
had this morning.  "In front of the entire school, if we let them.  At the
very least, they're going to parade us naked in front of everyone."

   At one point, Wendy called home.  "Hey Ma?  -- I'm visiting a friend."
The woman's voice in response sounded happy and surprised, although Oliver
couldn't get the words.  "She's Thuy Pham.  -- Chinese, I guess -- She's
actually in eighth grade.  -- She's teaching me Aikido.  -- It's about
throwing an attacker to the ground."

   After more talk, Wendy said, "I don't know."

   "It's okay," injected Thuy.  "You're welcome to stay for dinner.  You
too, Oliver."

   They talked some more, then Wendy said, "Bye Ma," and hung up.

   "Actually, I'm Vietnamese rather than Chinese," said Thuy.

   "Oh, sorry about that."

   "No problem."

   "I should call home as well," said Oliver, and Wendy handed him the
phone.

   When he dialed home, the phone was immediately answered, and Dad's voice
bellowed out, "Whoever you are, mind your own business!  This is strictly
family!"

   "Dad!"

   "Oliver, get home now!  You're in big trouble."

   "Let me--"

   "Right now.  I want you home right now!"

   "--speak with Mom!"

   "Oliver, I'm warning you."

   Oliver slammed the phone down.  "I'm not going home, ever!" He looked
over at the shocked faces of Thuy and Wendy.  Thuy's mother, who had
appeared some time earlier, and was off in the kitchen, was also looking
with a shocked expression.

   "You can spend the night, Oliver.  You too, Wendy," said Thuy in
response to Wendy's expression.

   "I have to call back home for permission," Wendy said.  Her second call
was short; permission was readily granted.  Apparently, her mother was
happy she was making friends.

   They went back downstairs for more practice at throwing people to the
floor.

   A boy appeared in shorts and tank top, apparently about Jenny's age or a
little younger.  "Woohoo!  I see naked girls!  And a naked guy, too!"

   "Don, do you want a hard landing?" warned Thuy.

   "Try it, I dare ya!"

   It took Thuy less time than to say, before the little brother was on his
back six feet from the stairs.  Thuy was all over him, tickling him like
crazy.  Don could but gasp and laugh, until he shouted, "Uncle!"

   Thuy stood up, and Don took a moment to regain his breath, then said,
"It's time to eat now.  Mom sent me to call you guys upstairs for supper."

   "Let's go." Thuy followed Don.  Oliver wondered if they should dress
first, but followed behind Thuy.  Wendy also looked very unsure, her
characteristic shyness returning for a moment.

   The dinner table was loaded with food, and everyone helped himself from
various dishes.  Oliver jumped in momentary shock at the fish with its head
attached, as did Wendy.  But the fish turned out very good.  In addition to
Don and Thuy, an older brother from high school was also eating.  Everyone
chatted as if the three friends weren't naked.

   Don turned to Oliver and asked, "You're Jenny's brother, aren't you?"

   Oliver nodded, surprised.  "You know my sister?"

   "I do now.  She's in fifth grade, while I'm only in fourth.  Everyone's
thrown us together this week, though, because of you guys.  I think I
fainted or something when I first heard of my sister going naked in school.
I can't imagine doing it myself; I'd die."

   "I thought so too, when the high school first adopted the program,"
commented Duong, the older brother.  "So, of course, I never signed up. 
But the past year, we've had a hundred or so students going through it.  It
helps to have company, fellow students going naked as well.  Every week, we
have a boy and a girl going as partners from each grade.  It doesn't seem
so bad now, and I was thinking of signing up for next year, when my little
sister beat me to it." Duong smiled at Thuy.

   "We weren't volunteers," replied Thuy.  "We didn't sign up.  But you're
right, it was a lot better with someone else." She smiled at Oliver as she
said that.  "It did complicate things, knowing about Oliver's huge crush on
me." Oliver blushed burning hot, and looked down at the plate in front of
him.  "I only wish," she continued, "that we didn't have to let little boys
and girls touch us and feel us up."

   "Oh, God!" exclaimed Don, turning crimson in the face.

   "Sixth-grade girls seem notoriously impressed with a dangling object.  A
couple times every day, some girl runs up and flicks Oliver's penis, shouts
out `PING', and then runs away." Oliver blushed again at everyone's
laughter.  "Tomorrow, we have assembly, and we're apparently going to
celebrate the first week of the Program.  They're going to have us fuck in
front of the entire school." Everyone froze as if paralyzed.  "We're not
going to do it -- even though I suspect Oliver here wouldn't be too -- OW!
-- unhappy." She glared at Oliver, who had just kicked her in the shin.

   On Oliver's other side, Wendy grabbed his arm and held it hard to
herself.

   "We're not even going to go naked in the assembly; we'll get ourselves
some clothes first."

   "Hey, Wendy," Don broke in.  "Why are you naked as well?"

   Wendy blushed as Thuy answered, "She's a friend of Oliver's.  She joined
us for the Aikido practice."

   After dinner, the three of them went to Thuy's room to find some clothes
Oliver could sneak into school tomorrow and wear for the afternoon's
assembly.  "Well, if I could sneak in my clothes from today, that would
work, wouldn't it?"

   "Only if you arrived naked at school," answered Thuy.  "Even then, they
might catch you.  We should have an alternative."

   "I could sneak clothes in for you," said Wendy.

   "Perfect.  We arrive naked, and bring our clothes in our knapsacks. 
Wendy brings spares, just in case we're caught.  Now, all we have to do is
find something for Oliver here to wear.  Probably not a dress." Thuy
laughed, and Wendy giggled.  "My pants are a bit too small.  You're a
bigger than me, but way too small for anything of Duong's."

   She entered her walk-in closet, and searched around.  "Come on, let's
think of something."

   "Those white clothes look like they'd fit," said Wendy.

   "My martial arts uniforms?  Perfect!  They're nice and loose on me. 
They'd be ideal for Oliver.  In fact, bring two sets, one for each of us. I
just might want to wear one tomorrow, myself."

   Oliver tried a set on, and found that they fit well.

   That having been decided, everyone went to the dining room to do
homework.  Oliver only had his French journal to work on, although he also
helped Don with math problems.  Then they watched a Hong Kong movie, dubbed
in Vietnamese with English subtitles.  Oliver sat between Thuy and Wendy on
the sofa.  The parents found separate chairs, and the two brothers sat on
the floor.

   Despite the subtitles, Oliver had trouble following the movie.  He kept
dozing off.  At one point, he found Wendy snuggled up against him, arm
around his shoulder.

   Oliver was woken by Don.  "You sleep in my bed tonight.  Wendy sleeps
with Thuy, and I'll join Big Brother.  I often do that anyways." Duong
smiled.  Oliver sleepily followed Don upstairs to his bedroom, and slipped
in under the covers.  He was only briefly aware of Wendy appearing and
slipping in next to him.  

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