A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 2
by William Valentine
continuation of the original story and characters
created by Daveboy, by permission
copyright 2006 by William Valentine, all rights reserved
1whitedove@cebridge.net
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Original Story and Characters by Daveboy
Continuation by William Valentine
This story is a sequel to the original 'A Change for the
Worst' story by Daveboy. I hope you enjoy my attempt at
continuing the saga of David and his near hopeless struggle
to maintain some sense of dignity while living with the
family from hell.
It is important that I get feedback from my readers, so
please email me your comments and ideas on this growing
story.
Please note that this story takes place in the 60's,
there were very few child protection laws in those days.
Children were routinely spanked with paddles, in public at
school. I can personally verify that as a fact; being on the
receiving end of corporal punishment in front of all your
friends and classmates, while bent over and exposing your
bum to the world is terribly humiliating for a child.
Parents were free to discipline a child in almost anyway
they desired. Laws started changing in the early 70's, but
for the most part of the 60's a child could not count on
turning to the authorities for help if he was being abused.
The definition of abuse has changed radically since then.
This story was written for adult readers, so if you're a
minor you must skip this. This story is fantasy, and in no
way implies the author approves of the treatment of little
David.
This chapter picks up where part 8 of Daveboys story
leaves off. It takes place in the late afternoon just after
David's birthday cake. David is forced to attend his
birthday party naked so he can receive his birthday
spankings from all the guests. He has already been spanked
14 times by over a dozen different people, some at home and
some at other people's homes. He was forced to wear his
humiliating loincloth and sandals with nothing else on,
while outdoors. All other guests and family members at the
party are fully clothed and always remain appropriately
dressed while poor modest David is being punished by having
to go completely naked. David is a shy, modest, and
insightful boy, with lots of internal strength. He's not
fully developed into a big boy yet 'down there' and being
forced to endure the exposure of his little penis and balls
is terribly humiliating for him.
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A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 2
I'm Still sitting completely naked between Mr. Pope and
Mr. Davis, who's hands are still wandering over my body in a
way that keeps my willy stiff and little shivers crawling up
my spine. My mother brings the gifts over to the table and
sits them down just in front of me. The first gift I noticed
was a very large brightly colored package, it had a little
silver nametag on it indicating it was from Dad. It's big
enough to be my record player that I had hoped to be getting
back. After shaking the box, trying to guess what's inside,
I started unwrapping the gift while nervous and anxious at
what my stepfather would give me for my birthday. As I
unwrap the package a, picture of what it contains slowly
reveals itself on the box. To my horror it turns out to be a
toddler's potty-chair! Going beat red in the face, I looked
over at dad quizzicality:
"But Dad, what am I going to use this for?"
"Well, remember the last enema you had and where you
dumped it?"
How could I ever forget something that embarrassing? I
had to run quickly, as in an emergency directly to the patio
to empty my bowels because Timmy and Alice had the toilet
tied up. Slowly a shocking terror builds up within me.
"Dad, surly you can't expect me to use this outside on
the patio."
"You've been complaining about having a difficult time
getting into the bathroom because Timmy and Alice are using
it so much. So I thought it would be nice if you were to
simply use the patio instead. You have a choice, either wait
until the upstairs toilet is not being used then do your
mess up there with the door open or use the potty outside,
it's up to you. Just think of the advantages David, the
smell won't be nearly as bad. Ha Ha" Mr. Wilson gives his
stepson an evil grin.
I sit and ponder this new embarrassing instrument of my
torment. What will the neighbors think? I'll look like a 3
y/o sitting on his little potty. I have a little hairless
willy and the shame of it being seen makes me go all red. I
notice Timmy and Alice giggling on the other side of the
table and it makes me very angry and frustrated. When will
all this end? I'm a teenager now, and have to use the toilet
outside. I guess they think I'm just too dirty to use the
real one upstairs. If I use the upstairs toilet with the
door open, in the morning it's guaranteed somebody will walk
in on me. If I use the outside one I have a chance of not
being seen. Until I get my privacy privileges back I guess
I'll have to use the potty outside.
"David let's see you try out your new potty chair, put
it down on the patio and use it, everybody let's go out and
watch David try out his new potty." Dad says chuckling under
his breath.
"But Dad, I can't go with all these people watching me."
Despite having been naked most of the day, I was very self-
conscious, I felt so vulnerable and ashamed.
"Well if you don't go we will just have to give you
another enema which will give you good reason to go."
Remembering the nightmare of that big enema bag with its
long thick nozzle, I changed my mind and decided I'd better
at least try. I took the potty-chair outside and placed it
down on the patio in a place I'd figured was pretty well
hidden. It sat next to a large potted plant, up close to the
house, unfortunately it was well lit by the outside light.
Sitting down on the toddler's potty-chair, I watched the
guests come outside and stand in a circle all around me.
Timmy and Andy were grinning ear to ear, as were my
stepsisters and of course Dad. I pushed out and could
actually feel a large turd moving it's way toward my little
hole. I was blushing furiously with my loss of dignity and
the humiliation. So there I sat, a 13 year-old boy,
completely naked, a teenager, sitting on a toddler's potty
trying to take a shit while being observed.
"Got anything in there son?" Dad asks, as if he was
trying to make this a spectator sport.
"Ahh..maybe Dad." I blushed, self-consciously.
Mr. Pope said: "Well how cute, isn't he just an
adorable little boy sitting there like that? He really
doesn't look 13 at all, more like 10 or so with that pretty
little willy dangling between his spread legs"
I pressed my thighs together so my privates were not on
display.
"Timmy go get a wad of toilet paper out of the toilet
for David to use when he's finished." Dad said.
Tears of hopelessness welling up in my eyes, I continued
to push out and a rush of gas preceded the turd and made the
most embarrassing noise I've ever experienced in my entire
life. I was totally mortified. Thankfully I felt the waste
drop to the bottom of the potty-chair and hoped there would
be no more. There I sat, right next to a big flowerpot on
the cement floor of the brightly-lit patio, noticing Alice
and Timmy holding their nose. The smell wasn't the worst
part though; it was the excruciating humiliation and
embarrassment at having a bowel movement observed by my
family and friends.
"I'm finished Dad, I hope everybody got a good look, are
you satisfied?" I foolishly asked.
"That kind of insolence is going to get you a belting
tonight." Dad said with a vicious look on his face while
looking me right in the eyes.
Timmy came back and handed me the toilet paper, which I
used to wipe thoroughly and stand back up off the stupid
potty-chair. I started to go back inside to open my next
gift when dad grabbed me by the arm and turned me back
around.
"Forgetting something David? I think you need a anal
inspection from your little sister before returning to sit
down on our clean furniture again."
Dad never gives me a break from the constant humiliation at
the hands of Alice and Timmy.
"Bend over David and spread your bum cheeks so Alice
here can inspect you. Alice, you check his bum hole real
good, push your finger right in there to see if he's clean."
Dad said.
Turning around so that my bum faced Alice and the crowd
around her, I blushed intensely as I humiliate myself once
again by bending over, legs spread wide apart, grabbing my
ankles, which exposed my pinkish-brown little bum hole.
After a few seconds, I feel the probing finger of my little
stepsister push right past my sphincter, and bury itself
inside my rectum. Alice pulled it back out and pushed it in
again, several times as the guests gawked. The feeling of
her finger inside me took my breath away and all I could do
was moan and squirm. I felt completely mortified at this
penetration of my most secret place. The fingering made my
willy go all-hard, and it stuck straight out furthering my
shame; I noticed Mr. Pope staring at it.
Dad tells Alice: "Pull your finger out and make sure
it's clean."
Alice removes her finger and examines it: "It's clean
dad, now lick it David."
Once more I had to lick a finger clean that had been up
my bum hole. I grimace while performing this distasteful
task. The rank odor and musky taste of Alice's finger
lingers in my mouth after it's removed. All through this
humiliating procedure Timmy sat and stared smugly while my
father and the other guests watched this intrusive
disgusting display.
"Well gentlemen, let's return to the dining room and
finish up David's party." Dad announces the end of this
humiliation, but I know deep down inside that others await
me. Now I've begun to realize these gifts are a trap, and
dread opening the rest of them. I walk back into the dinning
room still naked, and take my seat while watching the other
guests returns to theirs. I felt thin bony fingers
manipulating my little willy and balls after Mr. Pope had
sat down beside me. This kept my willy stiff and gave Mr.
Pope a little something to play with while adding insult to
my already fragile self-esteem despite the fact it all took
place under the table. The sound of the Beetle's music
echoed through the lounge from the Tele.
Looking over the presents on the table I found one from
Timmy and shook the box trying to guess what's inside. It
was big and heavy. I tore the paper off the box and looked
inside. To my horror there was a large wooden paddle with
lots of holes drilled into it. Looking at the paddle, it was
obviously home made. I looked at Timmy and saw the gleam in
his eyes. Dad was smiling again, that made me uncomfortable
to see them conspiring together. I laid the paddle down and
opened a second small box from Timmy. It was just a box of
big cotton swabs on a stick, and had a note inside that
said: "For your hygiene, love Timmy." Confused I looked over
at Timmy again, he said:
"That's to clean your little wee-wee hole out with,
little boy. I'll show you how we'll use them when I give you
your bath. I got them from your doctor, so they're extra
large, they should do a through job of it."
Dad looked over proudly at Timmy, and said: "Good boy
Tim, thinking about your little brother's health that way,
I'm sure you'll get a lot of good use out of them."
I absolutely hated Timmy when he called attention to my
small willy, and the reference to still being a little boy
really burned me up. I mean this is my thirteenth birthday
even if I do have to follow 8-year-olds orders.
"Dad I'm not his little brother! I'm 13 Timmy's only 8!"
I shouted my complaint. Dad looks me in the eye, an
expression of amusement on his face.
"You are until you learn to act your age." Dad
reaffirmed.
Knowing that an argument would get me more beatings, I
changed the subject quickly:
"Wonder what's in these blue boxes?" I found the
nametag; they were from Mom, so I thought these would be
safe to open.
Starting to tear the blue gift-wrap off one of the
packages, I thanked my mother prematurely. Discovering a
plain cardboard box with something inside, I gingerly opened
the box. Eyes wide with fright, face again scarlet, to my
horror I'd discovered even mum was in on the fun at my
expense. There before me lay a box of nappies, a large
bottle of baby oil, safety pins, and an outrageous baby
pacifier that appeared to be shaped just like a penis.
Suddenly I dropped the box on the table, sat down, and
openly wept at my disgrace. I had good reason to feel sorry
for myself. I mean I disobey Dad and hit Timmy but I've been
good lately, at least I tried too; now on what should have
been the happiest day of the year, I sit here crying. The
guests started noticing the contents of the box and
everybody at the table started laughing at me as I sat
there, head lowered in shame. What did I do to deserve this?
When will it all end?
"How could you Mum?" That was all I could manage to
choke out. The look on her face was one of overbearing power
and control.
My mother stopped laughing then and explained that I had
been acting like a baby and would be treated like one until
I could get my bedwetting habit and bowel movements under
control. She had a beastly sneer on her face as she
explained that I had no choice about the nappies.
"Come with me David, into the hallway by the table." My
mother raised up and took the nappy boxes and walked over to
the hall table, which was a small low table with a flower
sitting in water on top. She cleared everything off the
table and motioned me to get on the top. Stunned by what was
going to happen I angrily snapped:
"I'll not do it, I'm not getting up there and I'm not
wearing any bloody nappy."
"What did you say?" A rush of adrenaline shot through me
veins as Dad said this. Bolting up the stairs, I ran as fast
as my feet would carry me. Closely behind me were my dad,
Timmy and Andy. I ran for my room upstairs and slammed the
door in their face. Terrified, I knew I was in deep, deep
trouble now. Hiding underneath the bed, I heard the door
open and Dad angrily announce:
"David, you might as well come out of there and take
your punishment like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You'll bloody well do it, right now." Dad was seething with
anger and proceeded to grab my ankle and pulled my leg out
from underneath the bed. I had hold of one of the legs of
the bed frame and held on for dear life.
"Timmy, Andy, grab his other ankle and pull." When Dad
said this, I felt four little hands tightly grasp my other
ankle and they all pulled me from underneath the bed, my
fingernails leaving little scratches in the carpet as I was
drug backwards. Once out, Dad pulls me up by my armpits and
slams my body over the bed face down. I felt the first of 20
hand spanks hitting my bare bottom from the top of my thighs
to the top of my crack turning the whole thing bright red.
Timmy and Andy held my legs apart while Dad spanked my bum
severely. Once again I felt deep shame at being spanked
totally naked in front of Timmy and Andy. When the spanking
was over I was quickly thrown face up and lifted to a
standing position.
"Now, you come into the lounge with me." Dad drags me by
the ear downstairs and into the lounge, I kicked and
screamed the entire way, which only made the situation
worse. Tears were running down my face as we passed the
upstairs bathroom.
Dad picked me up by my waist laid me over the top of the
big chair in the lounge. On my tummy, Dad spread my legs
wide apart, then bent down and pushed my head down into the
cushion on the other side of the chair. Timmy was sent to
fetch the paddle he had given me for my birthday. I looked
over at the old flowery sofa and noticed Alice sitting
there. Her feet were bare; toes dug into the gray carpet. It
smelled old in here, a sort of musky smell, like a dog that
got wet. I blinked, looked around the dimly lit lounge over
toward the dinning room, Mr. Pope was standing there. I
noticed he had a big bulge in his pants, the doctor stood
next to him, enjoying the scene, a wicked crooked smirk on
his face.
When Timmy returned, I watched in horror as Dad popped
the paddle loudly against the back of the chair. Feeling the
paddle resting against my bottom, right on the crack in the
middle, I tried to squeeze my bum cheeks together but found
it impossible in this position with my legs spread so widely
apart. Seconds slowly ticked by as I looked back down into
the cushion at the bottom of the big red chair. My lily-
white arse was sticking straight up in the air, higher than
any other part of my body, cheeks wide open and anus fully
exposed; I could feel cold air on it.
"SMACK!!" I heard the wood crack against my bum cheeks
directly in the middle of my crack. A second later I felt
it, a searing hot stripe of pain following the blow. I
screamed out in agony and caught myself trying to jump up as
a vivid crimson band rose on my swelling bottom.
"SMACK!!" Once more the paddle connected to my bum, this
time lower and the sharp sting following the hit lit my
little bottom on fire. I gasped out in agonizing pain again.
There were blue black bruise marks where the edges of the
paddle had bit into my tender white backside.
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SNAP!!" Three more quick one's ensued,
all lower than the first two, one striking directly on my
sensitive pink anus. I heard a loud scream issue from my
mouth as I let out a sharp yell of pain. The tears started
to flow, copiously. This was by far the worse spanking I
ever had in my entire life. Dad ordered me to spread my legs
out wider, forcing me to grab hold of the bottom of the red
cushion to brace myself in place. For some strange reason my
willy had gone hard and was rubbing against the rough fabric
of the chair back.
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" Three more fell up higher
toward the top of my crack. Timmy told me the stripes left
by these devastating hits quickly grew pink, then red, and
finally dark red. The edges of the paddle produced welts
with sharp ridges along the stripe. This area was extremely
and excruciatingly painful. By now I was blubbering like a
baby, and screaming out at the top of my lungs. My legs came
together and for an instant I thought I was doomed, but I
spread them wide apart once more, furiously holding onto the
cushion in the bottom of the chair.
"SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" "Bllooody Bollocks" I managed
to squeak out, my throat raw and dry. These three were way
down low, directly on top of one another in the crease
created where thigh meets my bottom and they stung
atrociously. The sting was especially severe over my anal
area. Snot and tears run profusely down my face as I
continued to blubber. My poor legs were aching from being
held so far apart, while my fingers dug into the cushion
once more. I held on for dear life, as I knew he would not
count the strike if I raised up.
A few seconds pass, several agonizing moments later I
wonder if it's over. Before I could move or even stop
blubbering another SSSNNNAAAPPP!!!! Occurs with the paddle
landing directly over my anus again, which was exposed, and
red raw, the edges of the paddle biting right inside my
crack. This was the hardest strike of the twelve and caused
me to jerk upwards and kick my legs violently.
"WWWAAAhhhhhh" I cried out in agony. The pain was so intense
that I did not even notice I peed all over the chair. I
couldn't help it; flashes of intense shame went through my
mind as I realized everybody had seen me once again loose
control of my bladder, this time in front of mixed company.
Still blubbering, snot running out my nose, tears down
my cheeks, I felt the rough cloth covering of the chair I
was draped over rubbing against my willy, a wet spot had
formed there. Now the old smell was made much worse as the
chair soaked up the pee. I carefully raised up and felt the
carpet against my toes. The room was spooky quiet, nothing
but my crying could be heard.
"You can get up now David, stand up and walk over to the
corner and stand with hands on your head, and don't you dare
touch your bottom or you'll get more." Dad sternly and
viciously warns. "After your corner time of one hour, you
will get the scrub brush and bucket from under the sink and
scrub your own pee off that chair."
I try to rise completely up, but a blinding pain
explodes from my balls. I realize that they got hit during
the vicious spanking. While examining my balls I noticed, to
my horror, that my willy had gone stiff and the little pink
tip was visible outside my foreskin. Using my hands to raise
myself up off my willy and balls, then still trembling I
tried to gently lower my feet to the ground. Toes making
contact with the gray carpet, I pushed off the chair back
and tried to stand straight up. With my knees quaking,
threatening to give way, and my entire body trembling I
slowly creep over to the corner. Bravely holding my hands on
head, nose against the wall, legs well spread and back
arched to push out my bum for everyone to see; I stood there
disgracefully on display. Mr. Pope and the doctor came over
to feel my bottom, both making comments about how crimson my
bum was and how flushed my face was. The doctor even opened
my ass cheeks up and examined my hole and rubbing his finger
over the hole he added insult to injury. Thirty minutes
later my crying had subsided. An hour later my legs went
numb and my feet hurt from standing in one place for so
long. My bottom was still throbbing and burning. Timmy, Andy
and Alice were sitting on the sofa, staring and snickering.
After my corner time I gingerly walked to the kitchen and
opened the cupboard to fetch the cleaning supplies. It took
me nearly an hour to clean the chair to my mother's
satisfaction. Dreading the nappy sure to follow, I put the
cleaning supplies away. Dad mentions some new treatment
options for bed-weters and boys who can't control
themselves:
"I think the new T.E.N.S. treatment would be about right
for you. We will ask about that on your next doctor visit,
which is due shortly."
Once more my mother told me to go to the hall table and
get on top. This time I obeyed and carefully lay down on my
back on top of the small table, my feet hanging over the end
of the table. Mum grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back
over my head and spread them as wide as they would go. Timmy
and Andy were asked to hold my ankles in place from behind
my head, while Mum moved in between my wide spread legs.
There I lay, a thirteen-year-old boy on full display, no
secrets, and stark raving naked. Mum had a washcloth wet
with soapy water and proceeded to wash my thighs and my
bald, naked genitals. Cupping my little balls in her hand
she squeezed and tugged at them making sure they were
spotlessly clean. She then grabbed my little willy and
pulled my foreskin right back exposing the pink mushroom
tip. Carefully but thoroughly she washed it off. Normally,
when soft my willy is only 1 1/2 inch long but I went hard,
stiff as a little nail when my mum washed it. There it was,
still not much bigger than Timmy's a little boys wiener.
Timmy complained that no Ajax or scrubbing brush was being
used on my little privates. Mum told him he could do that at
my next bath, this one was just a quick once over. After she
had my entire crotch cleaned off she wiped and washed my
puckered red raw hole. Next came the powdering, Mum told
Alice that she could rub in the powder on my little
privates.
"Just like a little baby boy, Alice, this is your new
little brother who you can play with when you change him."
Alice squealed with delight upon hearing this, I think she
likes rubbing on my stiffy and balls. Alice sprinkles a
generous amount of baby powder over my willy and ball-sack,
and rubs it in with her little fingers, all over my crutch.
Mum reminds Alice not to miss my bum hole. Alice lifts my
bum up off the table and sprinkles baby powder up and down
my crack then rubs in around and actually inside my
butthole. I just laid there, tears of hopelessness welling
up in my eyes. I blushed bright red and told Alice to stop:
"Noooo...Leave me alone!!" I fumed. "Mum make her stop,
please!"
"Hush crybaby, act like Mummies big boy now. Keep those
legs spread David, and that bum off the table!" Mum
complained.
The nappy was slipped underneath my upraised butt, it's
corners neatly pulled up around my waist and crutch. Safety
pins were given to Alice, causing an immediate rush of fear
in me. Knowing that she was likely to stick me anywhere down
there, I stammered: "Be careful! Alice don't hurt me!" She
managed to pin one side of the nappy on me without sticking
me, much to my relief. She tried to pin the other side
together and stuck me in the hip, causing a sharp pain.
Under bizarre and mortifying circumstances, I am a
nappyed and powdered thirteen-year-old baby boy. Once turned
loose I jumped down off the table and stood there looking at
my deeply humiliated self in the hallway mirror. Mum
evidently thought I looked cute:
"Well, look at that. I haven't seen you in nappies for
ages David, how sweet, just an adorable little baby boy."
I blushed even more, if that's possible. Timmy and Andy
were standing there laughing, while Alice tried to push the
pacifier in my mouth.
"Stop it. Nooo...get that thing away from me." I
revoltingly fussed. I'm confused, why does this thing look
like a willy?
"David, open up your mouth and suck on your pacifier
like a good little boy." Mum sweetly states.
Feeling totally dominated by my mother, I grudgingly
opened my mouth and put the pacifier inside, chewing on it
with my teeth, trying to tear the darn thing apart.
"Look honey, how cute." Mum calls Dad's attention.
"I think we need to show the neighborhood our new little
baby boy, he wets, he cries, he poops on the porch, he
deserves to be shown to our neighbors just like he is now."
Dad gloriously expounds on my accidents to the entire
family. "Timmy go get your little red wagon. You and Andy
here can show off our new baby boy to the neighbors."
"Right Dad. I'll bring it around to the front porch."
Andy and Timmy went to the storage room to get the little
red wagon they used to play with and wheeled it up to the
front porch of their house. Dad opened the door and let the
two boys bring the wagon just inside the door. It was just
twilight out on a cool humid day. Once inside Dad ordered me
to sit down in the wagon and stretch my legs out, feet over
the front of the wagon, that darn nappy still made every
movement clumsy and awkward. I could feel cool air over my
privates every once in a while caused by the loose fitting
nappy.
"David, take this pacifier and suck on it. Timmy you
watch him, bring along a switch and beat him with it if he
takes it out of his mouth." Dad gives Timmy the authority to
whip me so I guess I've gota suck on the bloody pacifier.
Apprehensively I put the pacifier in my mouth, which I
noticed once more was shaped similar to a real penis.
Timmy tells Andy: "Go cut a switch off the tree in the
front yard, get a good one, with lots of knots in it." Andy
takes off excited to be looking for the weapon of my
chastisement.
Dad explains his humiliating plan to Timmy and myself:
"Take the wagon with David in it around the neighborhood, go
completely around the block with it and let anybody out
there examine our little baby boy here." I felt scared; not
knowing what would happen to me if I were so humiliated by
our neighbors.
Timmy gleefully responds: "Yes Dad, but how do I explain
it to people? I mean it looks very strange!"
"Just tell them that until David learns to control his
bedwetting habit and have bowl movements in the proper
places he's going to be treated like the baby he is, tell
them he can't even bathe himself properly."
I blushed even deeper red, if that was possible, when I
realized what was going to happen. It was not quite dark out
yet, and there would probably be kids out playing and cars
driving by. Dad opens the door and I feel the wagon start
rolling forward down the walkway toward the pavement by the
street.
Outside it's too cool to be dressed this way, goosebumps
breakout all over my body. My emotions are a confusing
mixture of fear, shame, embarrassment and dread as the wagon
reaches the pavement. Andy joins us with a long willowy
switch in his hand, stripping off the leaves but leaving the
little sharp bumps where they were attached to the branch.
Riding roughly along toward the east end of our street, I
noticed Timmy was moving very slowly. I nervously looked out
for cars or neighbors and could hear sounds of a few kids
playing in their yards as well as in the street. Andy
noticed the pacifier was out of my mouth and strikes me on
my left shoulder, wrapping the switch around my back to my
other shoulder and leaving a bright red line where it struck
me. "Ouch, bloody hell Andy that hurt!"
"Give him another Andy, for swearing."
"SSShhwap" Another stinging blow to my back, just below
the first one. "AWW, bloody hell..Stop that Andy, bugger
off! Timmy quit telling him to hit me!"
"Shutup and you better have that pacifier in your mouth
when I turn around and look." Timmy threatens while Andy
smirks, both looking at me sitting there with the bloody
pacifier in my mouth. Feeling the sharp edges of the red
wagon biting into my legs and hearing the squeaking sounds
the wheels made, I sat there and pondered my fate.
"Look, up ahead, those two boys, it's John and JJ, the
twins from the third form, better get ready here it comes
David." Timmy observes two of my peers just ahead of us
playing catch. They look about my age perhaps a little
older, and they probably would have been my friends except
for this nappy thing; both boys are blond, the taller one
has long hair down to his shoulders, while the shorter boy
has a bowl cut with a fringe. There not identical twins
obviously, the taller twin has a straight nose while the
shorter one has more of a button nose. Both are shirtless,
exposing their sweaty smooth bodies. I guess you'd call them
cute. They are standing in the garden in front of their
house, which is painted a funny purple color. The air is
rich with the aroma of freshly cut grass.
As we roll up to the two boys, Timmy stops and one of
the twins say's: "Whatcha got in the wagon kid, a overgrown
baby or what...it's a boy our age JJ, lookit, he's in
nappies and sucking on a bloody pacifier Ha Ha!!"
JJ and John drop their ball and come over to the wagon.
John continues: "Hey Timmy who's THAT?"
"It's my stepbrother, David, wearing his birthday
present from his mum. He's 13 today."
"Thirteen?? What school is he going to be in?" The
taller twin says.
"Same one you're going to. Third form." Replies an
informative Timmy.
"David meet John and JJ, you're new classmates." Timmy
said. The twins told me they were 14. Due to my birthday I
will be in their form, amongst older boys. It turns out John
is the taller boy and is the oldest, albeit by just an hour.
Both boys walk over to the wagon where I sit nearly naked.
The dread strikes me nearly dead. Here I sit, 13 years
old today, in a nappy with a pacifier in my mouth meeting
for the first time a couple of school mates. My emotions
turn toward mortification, face beet red, as I watch JJ take
the switch from Andy. JJ starts poking around underneath my
nappy in the front right up one of the leg holes. I grab the
switch and push it away. Bad move! Timmy immediately comes
up behind me and with Andy's help takes both my wrists and
holds them behind my back, ups toward my neck.
"Let him play David, or else.." Timmy fusses.
Helplessly I watch and feel JJ poke around in my nappy
seeking out my willy and balls, and partially exposing them
through the leg hole of my left leg. Curiously JJ reaches
down and takes two safety pins off my nappy, allowing the
front piece to drop down between my legs, exposing my little
pink hairless penis and balls. Suddenly I become very self-
conscious and blush dark red.
"John, check this out, he ain't got no hair!" JJ
exclaims.
"Look how small his wiener is!! Damn, he really is a
baby." John exclaims to the world.
"Just you wait until the rest of our new class hears
about THIS, David." John threatens with a wide grin on his
mischievous face.
I don't know what it is, but being seen naked this way
always causes me to be extremely embarrassed and shamed. I
feel as though I can never look at that person in the face
again. It is a personal thing, I guess I'm shy, and having
small privates with no hair does not help any. Being seen
this way even makes the little hairs on the back of my neck
stand up, and for some strange reason my penis stands up as
well. NO, NOT NOW, in front of my classmates!! I'm not
enjoying being seen, I just can't help it, at times my penis
seems to have a mind of it's own. Despite the fact I've been
nearly or completely naked all day the thought of these two
future classmates of mine telling the other boys what I've
got, or haven't got to be more precise, between my legs
scares me terribly bad. And now they know how small my
little stiffy is! Blushing furiously and totally mortified
now I press my thighs together and capture my privates
between my legs.
"Oh, no, we're not having any of that...SWAT." JJ
applies the switch to the top of my thighs. "SWAT" Again my
thighs are the targets, getting the message I slowly opened
my legs and allowed the boys to examine my privates. John
and JJ bend down for a close look.
"Not a single hair on him, he's still totally smooth!
Man, I had hair at 12." John makes a most embarrassing
observation.
"Check it out, see how tiny that stiffy is. Hey David,
you a PERVERT or something, why's it gone hard?" JJ say's. I
go scarlet in the face. I absolutely am NOT enjoying this,
but the bloody thing just won't go down.
"And look at those cute little balls in that tight,
pink, and wrinkled pouch of skin." John notices my reaction
and teases me about the size of my balls, which are pulled
up tightly around my willy.
"Check out the color of his dick and balls. They're
still pink! Mine changed color to light brown two years ago.
His is just like a little boy's, a baby boy at that!"
JJ really rubs it in. I had never noticed the color of
another boy's privates, as a matter of fact I've only seen
one, and that was when I was just a little kid. Incredibly
it seems there is yet another thing to be shamed about. I
really dread that first day in gym, I've heard all about the
shower requirement. I've never even changed at a public
swimming pool, and would be aghast at being seen naked by
other people, especially strangers. Imagine being completely
naked in front of your whole class at school!! Horrid,
profoundly embarrassing, and here I am being examined by
only two of my classmates, what's it going to be like with
twenty boys looking at me? I'll never get used to it; I'm
still embarrassed by Timmy looking at my nude body. Well, at
least there aren't any GIRLS out here.
"Just adorable, how sweet, a cute little wee-wee." JJ
helps John torment me. A couple of GIRLS ride by on their
bicycles, they point and giggle at the naked red-faced boy
sitting in the wagon. "Crap!" I said to myself, while my
face blushed an even deeper hue.
"Look JJ, if you look closely you can see the little pee
hole on the purple tip sticking out."
"Is sweet little baby boy wet? Let me check." JJ runs
his fingers over my groin, ostensibly feeling for dampness,
but it's more likely he's feeling me up.
JJ starts poking at my balls with the switch. "Wonder
what a hit with this right here would feel like?"
"Do it JJ, rack him up."
"No!...Nooo..PLEASE don't do that!!" I shouted at the
top of my lungs.
"Pull him backward Timmy, make him lean back so we can
get a shot at his balls." Hearing this from John, I become
absolutely terrified.
Timmy and Andy pull me backwards, forcing my hips to
thrust forwards, totally exposing my groin as a target.
"I'll hold his knees apart JJ, take your best shot right
in the nuts, mate." My legs are spread wide apart, fully
exposing my nuts.
Feeling the tip of the switch brushing against my
testicles, getting aligned up for a strike, I brace myself.
My breathing speeds up, my heart is beating like a drum, and
there is an adrenaline rush of fear coursing through my
veins. I struggle against the hands holding my wrists behind
my back, but in the position there in it's no use. JJ brings
the switch back and slowly down again against my balls for a
practice swing. He brings it back up, and down again with
force this time.
SWAT!!
"Oww...that bloody HURTS please STOP, don't do that
again, I can't take it. I bawl about the pain in my nuts.
A red welt rises on my scrotum, just over my left ball.
"One more JJ for good luck, get his right one this
time." I can't believe how cruel a boy can be to another
boy.
Deadly accurate, JJ takes aim and lines up against my
right testicle. Pulling back toward his shoulder he brings
the switch down with maximum force.
SWATT!! I couldn't say anything; the breath was knocked
right out of me for a moment. Then: "Awwwww GASP!
FFFFUUUCCCKKKK!!! That HURTS, STOP, please stop, I'm gonna
puke from the pain." When the switch contacted my right
ball, I felt a sick sensation in the pit of my stomach and
my breath came in gasps. I couldn't believe how much that
hurt; the pain caused me to double over and bring my knees
up protectively but nothing seems to lessen the blinding
flash of pain and the wave of nausea that overtook me. Timmy
and Andy had let my arms go and I wanted to run but couldn't
even stand up! After a few minutes pass, silently, the pain
lessens somewhat leaving me with that sick feeling in my
stomach again. I caught my breath and leaned back in the
wagon, wanting to just lay there and die.
"Shit, that's awesome, bet that bloody hurt." John makes
another real intelligent observation.
"Right-on dude, that one was a direct hit. It took
careful aim to connect with those little balls." JJ swishes
the stick in the air a few times pretending to play golf
with my balls.
"Hey mates, check that red mark on his bollocks. It's so
cool." John observes.
"Yeah, way cool" Timmy announces with a big smile on his
face.
"Hooray, another victory, we got Hammer Hall's latest
fag boy right where it counts!" John and JJ shake hands and
giggle.
"Say David, why the hell you wearing a nappy anyway?"
John asks. I just moan out loud, and roll on my side and
hold my hands over my privates.
Timmy is prepared: "He pees his bed, craps on the patio,
and has to be bathed with a scrub brush and Ajax, Dad say's
as long as he acts like a little baby boy he'll be treated
like one."
JJ and John laughed hysterically upon hearing this.
"And wearing a nappy, just wait until we tell the others
about your little hairless willy and having to wear a nappy
at thirteen, still wetting your bed and everything. This
will be one great way to meet the other guys. They will all
want to see this, maybe we will make you wear your nappy in
the bogs and wee in them too!!" John thinks out loud of the
possibilities for future torments and shaming.
Tears rolling down my face, my lips trembling almost
ready to cry with shame, humiliation and dread over school
starting in a few days, I openly beg the boys not to tell
anyone and don't make me wear a nappy or mess with me in the
bogs. I know they will do something when they catch me
there, I just KNOW it.
"Just don't hit me anymore, it hurts, it hurts bad!!" I
sniffed.
"Look at the little crybaby! Ha! Widdle baby boy needs
his bottle and wants his mummy." JJ teased.
"Thing is, his mum is the one who put him in nappies."
Timmy reminds the two 14 year olds.
"Give me those safety pins back, right now!" I fuss.
"Oh no, I don't think so. Baby might hurt himself with
these, I better keep them, here Timmy you keep them, don't
let him have them back." John argues.
"Let's have him bum side up Timmy, everybody grab a limb
and flip him over. We should check the big baby and make
sure he hasn't pooped his nappy." John continues with his
diabolical ideas. In a way I fear this the most as I feel
hands grab my wrists and ankles. Having my arse hole exposed
to these teen boys from my future third form fills me with
terror. I just know they are going for my most secret spot.
Seeing the world flip upside down before my eyes I feel a
wave of nausea as the fear of being whipped or probed by
this kid's racks my mind with visions from hell. I swallowed
hard. My heart started beating faster and my breathing
became rapid. I could actually feel their eyes focused on my
bare bum, and with John and JJ holding my ankles spread wide
apart, I knew that they were studying my anus as well. I
felt a finger probing around my hole and up my bum crack. I
blushed so hard beads of sweat broke out on my face. What is
it about being touched back there that makes one so
embarrassed?
"Look at the writing on his back and bum...it's asking
for a spanking for his birthday." JJ exclaims, noticing the
painted words on my backside.
"He's already got his birthday spankings along with a
BIG one from Dad just a short while ago! See the stripes on
the cheeks!" Timmy explains my predicament causing me more
embarrassment.
"He's been spanked, but I bet he hasn't been POKED yet."
John threatens a finger fucking I won't soon forget.
"Open yourself up and let's see that arsehole!"
"Would 'ya lookit THAT!" John examines my brownish-pink
puckered and hairless bum hole. Feeling even more mortified
I realized how detailed his view of my most secret spot was.
With my legs spread this way, and my bum pushed up in the
air by John, I could feel the cool breeze over my tight pink
anus. Looking around behind me I can see the twins standing
right next to my little boy bubble butt. They were standing
so close I could actually smell their boy musk or is it that
of my tender exposed hole?
Feeling a pressure on my bum hole, then suddenly the
piercing pain of penetration, I started crying out again:
"Don't, stop it!! Take it out, it hurts! It hurts! PLEASE
take it out!" I begged him to stop the penetration, but I
KNEW he wouldn't. Slowly I felt the finger bury itself up my
arse to the last knuckle. He had jammed his finger up me
totally dry, causing great pain. John was really reaming me
out when he said:
"It feels warm and silky smooth in there, sorta slimy as
well." John distinctly observes. Feeling his finger twist
around inside my body, I feel full of shame and am totally
disgraced. John pulls his finger out and examines it for
traces of waste; he smells his finger and shows a frown of
disgust on his face. John plunger his finger back up my
hole, producing a deep penetrating pain again.
Mortified, shamed, and terrorized by these two teenage
boys, I just let go and stopped resisting the penetration.
In and out it went, over and over producing a weird kind of
feeling inside my body. I couldn't believe when it started
feeling good. I thought to myself:
"That finger is actually INSIDE my body, rubbing against
my most sacred places. I pictured the obscene sight John and
the boys must be looking at, having a good close up view of
my brown and pink anus, with the middle finger of John's
right hand pushing inwards. I could see part of this
depraved scene by looking back over my shoulder; I just
wanted to die, to get it over with.
Then a sensation of pleasure overcame the violation
making me feel guilty on top of all the other confusing
feelings I was having. All the while this was happening out
in the open, by a street with cars driving by. Adults would
see one of my classmates fingering me, some of them probably
my neighbors, some maybe kids, possible future girl friends
even would see my shameful disgraceful act of submission.
That's when it hit me, how in the world was I ever going to
be able to acquire a girlfriend when this gets around
school? Who would ever go out with such a shameless boy?
John withdrew his finger from my bum, causing a small
pop as he withdrew it fast. I felt dirty inside, USED for a
nasty disgusting act. Then I heard the words spoken by John:
"Give me that switch." Now what? What was he going to do
with the switch, stripe my butt? I should have been so
lucky. Feeling the thick end of the rather sharp ragged
stick poke me right in the arse hole, I winced in
anticipation of the pain. It hurt badly; the sharp little
ridges on the switch scraped the sides of my rectum as it
went in. How far will he go; I wondered. I could feel the
stick scratching me up deep inside and evidently some blood
seeped out of my bum because John suddenly withdrew the
stick.
"Yuck, blood and shit." John proclaims.
"What did you think would be in there?" JJ teases.
"Poop boy!" Andy creates a nickname for me.
Suddenly my limbs are free; I quickly stand up and
express my outrage, until I realize I'm standing there right
by the street, under a bright light totally naked cussing at
the twins. Suddenly I become exceedingly self-conscious.
Shamed again, I grab the only clothing I had, the damn
nappy, and attempt to wrap it around my waist and up between
my legs.
"Here, lick this stuff off." John wipes his finger
across my face and lips. I could see and smell the sticky
mixture on his finger.
"Noooo, don't make me do that, PLEASE." I begged, only
to get another stripe from the switch, this time right on
the sit spot, which was quickly followed by another setting
my bum on fire.
"I said LICK it, poop boy!"
Pinching my nose closed with one hand, I tried to lick
John's filthy finger, only to gag and choke on the residue.
Taking another deep breath through my mouth, I licked and
sucked the filthy finger clean.
"I think he likes us now!" John sneers as he makes this
sarcastic remark.
"Get back in the wagon David, or I'm going to tell Dad,
and put that pacifier back in your mouth."
"Shut up Timmy, put a cork in it." I know I'm taking a
chance with this one.
"Just SUCK the bloody pacifier David, or else.." Timmy
admonishes.
So I lay down on my back again with the nappy on while
Andy pins it in place again. Lying there confused and dazed
by what happened, I hear John announce:
"See 'ya mates, nice to meet 'ya David" John and JJ walk
off and pick up their ball once more. Timmy starts moving
the wagon down the pavement again. I sit there feeling sore
and confused. Up the street we went, with every house we
passed, I got goosebumps wondering who may be looking out
the window and hoping nobody came out the front door. Moving
slowly Timmy hoped somebody would be outside of the houses
we passed by. Having the chance to review in my mind the
preceding events with my future classmates, events that were
so terribly shameful and perverted. Knowing all my secret
parts were fully exposed to their view and torment, shivers
went up my spine and I trembled with fear and dread of that
first day in my new school.
We passed a couple of houses without being seen, then
Timmy say's: "Check it out Andy, up ahead!" Now what? I
think to myself. Leaning to my left side I try to see around
Timmy and Andy. There is an old matronly woman sweeping the
pavement. We roll up along side of her, and Timmy introduces
everybody. The old woman coos and praises me on how cute and
handsome I look. I'm getting very tired of people saying how
cute I look.
Starting to recall events of the past the old woman
reminds me somehow of my real father. He used to sit me on
his lap, and we would listen to music played on my record
player together. Frequently he would mention the fact that I
was a handsome boy. I had long hair, almost down to my
shoulders when I was 11, before my stepdad had it all cut
off, along with a small upturned nose, full red lips, narrow
chin and high cheekbones. I was always a bit small for my
age, and slender. So I guessed that was what qualified me as
being 'cute'. Not minding this the word cute when it came
from young girl's I was interested in, it did bother me when
it came from other boys or old men.
Memories of how modest I was, I would always wear
underpants under my pajamas and a vest under the pajama top,
not wanting any part of my body exposed, even to my parents.
I can still feel the warmth of my father's hand on my
forehead as he brushed my hair aside and kissed me good
night. Sleeping snugly in my own private bedroom, which I
miss very much, was paradise compared to my situation now.
Due to my excessive modesty I would always use the toilet
stalls in the bogs instead of urinal troughs. Nobody has
seen my willy since I was 6 years old, not even my
classmates in the bogs. I had a warm comfortable soothing
environment in those days; it all seems so long ago.
I fondly remember my father taking me to the City Park
to fly a kite together. My father helped me construct the
kites and make the tail out of bits of cloth, and we would
make a show of it while launching a new one for the first
time. The biggest kite we flew was a giant double box kite,
big enough for me to lie down inside. It flew so high you
could just barely make it out in the blue-sky overhead.
I had lots of friends in those days, just a short time
ago, before my father was killed in the accident. I remember
having my first girl friend at ten years old, well I thought
of her as my girlfriend. Her name was Bonnie; we would go
find a shady tree by ourselves in the park. She even kissed
me once! If I had known then that I would be completely
naked in front of my 8 year-old stepsister I would have just
died! There is just no way too properly put into words the
shame I would feel under the circumstances. Even worse,
being seen naked by my own mother at age 13 would humiliate
me beyond belief.
The sound of a car horn brought me back from my reverie.
Then it all hit me in the gut again, I had to think about
how I was going to survive this terrible place just one
minute at a time. That's all my mind can take as I tried
desperately to not think of the CONSEQUENCES of what I was
being made to do. At least my memories of my father brought
back a shred of dignity to my current situation, even
despite the bloody nappy and pacifier.
I brought up my knees and clasp my hands around them in
a show of modesty, preventing the old woman from seeing much
of the nappy I was wearing. Apparently she had been talking
about her own grandkids while I had tuned her out, thinking
about my own father. We all became bored with the old
woman's chat and Timmy started us rolling along again,
saying goodbye to the woman, crossing over to the other side
of the street and heading back toward home. I could hear
music and boisterous laughter from one house we approached.
Apparently there was a party going on, people were spilling
out the door onto the front lawn, these were older senior
boys with a drink in their hand, and the other hand wrapped
around a girlfriend.
"Hold up there! What the hell? Hey guy's check this
out!" I was spotted, and immediately dropped the pacifier
out of my mouth. Timmy rolled the wagon up the path to the
porch while a crowd of boys and girls surrounded us.
"What's this, somebody loose a fag?" One of the older
boys speculating on whether I might be a senior boy's fag.
"Just some more scum!" Other boys join in the teasing.
"What school are you going to kid?"
"Hamer Hall, I guess." Screwing up my face, I told the
older boy my new school's name.
"What's with the nappy?" Somebody asks.
Timmy speaks up: "He wets himself in bed, he shits on
the patio, he doesn't know how to properly wash himself, and
because of all this he gets treated like a little baby."
"I don't do all that stuff." I denied the accidents and
the personal hygiene attacks from Timmy.
"That was an accident! I had an en..Enema the other
night, and I do so know how to bath myself." I stubbornly
reply.
"Bloody hell, stand up kid, get outa that wagon, let's
have a look at 'ya"
One of the girls joining in the fun: "Aw..How cute, he
makes a beautiful little baby boy..Oops he dropped his
pacifier."
"What's your name kid?" A boy asks Timmy.
Timmy introduces himself, Andy and me. Somebody suggests
we come inside and show ourselves to all the guests there.
Dressed in only the nappy, I felt very self-conscious and
vulnerable. I got up out of the wagon and walked with Timmy
and Andy inside the house. I kept feeling hands on my body,
especially my bum, and fingers poking my ribs, which makes
me giggle. Some of the girls run their fingers through my
hair, and some even kissed me on the cheek. Inside there are
many senior boys and their girlfriends gathered around a
dinning room table. There is the loud sound of rock music
being played on a record player, the drums vibrating the
walls of the small living room area. The lighting was dim
but adequate to see faces clearly. There was the smell of
alcohol in the thick air. A few boys are dancing with girls,
swaying around in beat to the music. The lights were dim,
everywhere except the dinning room, and overhead lights
lighted up the table. Everybody seemed to have some kind of
drink in his or her hand. Timmy, Andy and myself walked
through the crowd and were led over to the dinning room.
Somebody grabs me around the waist, lifts me up, and stands
me on top of the table.
"This is David everybody, isn't he pretty? As cute a
baby as he is, he's gota be destined to become somebody's
fag. He's going to our school next week. A boy named Scott
was the one picking me up and making the announcement, which
draws everybody's, attention to my plight. I turn red with
embarrassment as they all laugh and tug at my nappy.
"Look at the big baby boy Elizabeth." A girl named Cindy
points me out to her little sister.
Cindy inserts a curious finger through the leg hole of
my nappy, right up against my crutch. "I think he's wet!
This would be a great time to show Elizabeth how to change a
nappy. Elizabeth focuses her attention on me, standing high
up above her.
"Elizabeth, have you ever seen a boy naked before?" I
blush with this question, in anticipation of what maybe
about to happen.
"No Cindy, not a big boy like that, can I change his
nappy?" Elizabeth shows obvious enthusiasm over finding an
excuse to remove my nappy and totally expose myself to all
eyes.
Cindy doesn't even answer the question; she just reaches
for the safety pins holding my nappy in place. I try to bat
her hand away but get slapped on the face for my trouble.
"Hold on Cindy, make HIM take the nappy off, make David
do it!" Someone from the audience suggested.
"David, you better corporate or I'll tell Dad." Timmy
threatens, with obvious merriment imprinted on his face.
"Let's have the bloody nappy off then!!" Feeling trapped
like a caged animal on display at the zoo, I slowly remove
one of the pins holding my nappy on, then the other one as
well. I feel horribly mortified as the nappy slowly peels
off my body. Slowly my private parts become public property.
Everybody had curious grins on their faces. I became very
self-conscious and humiliated beyond belief. Feeling cool
air flow over my willy, I cover myself with my hands.
"Bad baby, touching your nasty little privates, that
won't do at all." Cindy chirps and slaps my hands away from
my hairless groin. Feeling my balls trying to retract
totally into my body, I cringe in horror when I look at all
these seniors looking intently at my stuff. I feel all eyes
on my little pink willy and wrinkled ball sack.
"That's ALL you've got? I can't believe you'd be proud
of THAT little thing." Someone observing said from the
living room.
"You have to use THAT little pee-pee??" Another voice,
this time a girl shames me into insignificance.
I feel the air getting thick with tension, and a warm
soft hand cupping my willy and balls, holding them up for
inspection. It's Cindy; she has my privates in the palm of
her hand. I feel her fingers curl around my balls and begin
to squeeze. Tenderly at first, then firmly. I feel a sharp
pain in my groin as the fingers squeeze HARD, doubling me
over in pain. I screamed out a shrill signal of torment and
anguish, loosing my breath in the process. Trying to get my
breath back, I hear the laughter from the crowd. I can feel
Cindy release her grip on my balls and take my willy in her
fingers, skinning it right back to fully expose the little
mushroom head. She pinches the head and attempts to look
into the pee hole. Swallowing hard I felt blood rush to my
head causing me to blush crimson.
"Make him molest himself! Make him show us everything
and wank for us!" A cry from the audience indicates they are
getting worked up over this.
"David, show everybody your willy and explain how it
works and what you like to do with it in your own words,
NOW." Cindy orders. I feel confused, then a sharp sting on
my bum and look around to see a senior boy standing there
ready to slap my arse again if I don't follow through.
I take my willy between my thumb and forefinger of my
right hand, hole it up for everybody to see, noting
Elizabeth eagerly looking up at me. Trying to think of what
to say, what they want to hear I start to stutter in fright:
"Th...Th..This is my willy." I point to it with my left
hand: "And these..are my balls...see they're two of them." I
squeeze my nuts and pull them away from my body to show them
to Elizabeth. The room roars with laughter.
"I can't see a thing, make it hard so the tiny thing
stands out." Suggests a member of my audience.
"That's not a willy, it's your PENIS silly boy."
Clarifies Elizabeth. I guess she's been reading up on this
stuff.
"What do you like to do with it." Someone questions.
"I wee with it, that's all." I lie, hoping and praying
they believe such a statement from a 13 year-old.
"Yeah right, what else do you like to do with the LITTLE
thing Davie boy?" A senior boy pushes the question.
"I...I..Like to play with it...a little...sometimes." It
becomes hard to express myself about my most secret topic.
Nobody knows about this, not my parents, friends, nobody.
"Go on stupid boy, tell us all about it, and show us the
rest of the little thing." A girl from the audience pushes
my limits.
"I...I play with it in bed at night, or in the shower.
Just every once in a while, honest." I stubbornly declare
lying once again.
"I..do it like this, sorta" Retracting my foreskin I
exposed the bluish pink moist head. Then on the up stroke,
push the foreskin over the mushroom shaped head, completely
covering it again. I repeated this sequence several times.
To my horror my body responds, and I feel my willy start to
harden up. Now it is sticking right out, parallel to the
floor.
"Oh how cute, I see it now." A girl's voice adds to my
humiliation.
"David, tell Elizabeth the names and structures of your
penis, she is curious how they work." Cindy pushes further.
"Well, this part is my foreskin, it covers the head."
Retracting my foreskin all the way, I further add: "This
part..right here is the head of my willy, see Elizabeth, it
has a little hole where the pee comes out." I point to the
piss slit and pinch my now purple head to spread the little
lips apart so she can see inside.
"Very good David, but the head is really called the
glans and the pee hole is called your urethra, pull your
foreskin all the way back, that's right, now you can see the
red or purple rim of the glans. See that Elizabeth? It's
right here.." I'm astonished and humiliated horribly at this
detailed description. My face is scarlet now, as Elizabeth
stands on tiptoes to get a better view. I start to shake and
stuttered out:
"Ah..You see Elizabeth my wee comes out of this hole,
and this part..." I push my foreskin back over the head:
"This part right here is the shaft, I know it looks sorta
short, but it's still longer than Timmy's."
I feel the sharp sting of Timmy's switch impacting on
the back of my thighs. "Is NOT." Timmy frowns and angrily
responds to my allegations.
Elizabeth pulls her sister's shoulders down, to whisper
something in Cindy's ear. "David, you need to show us how
long you can play with your private part, do it some more,
longer this time." Cindy demands I perform the demeaning act
once more.
I start to masturbate again. Looking out over the
audience I notice all eyes are on my willy, which has become
quite stiff by now, pointing straight up toward my belly
button. Masturbating faster, I can feel the pleasure
building up, a pressure coming from my balls and up to my
willy. I wrap my fist completely around my willy, and notice
my fist is larger then my erect willy. I furiously jerk it
up and down, feeling exceedingly mortified at this point. My
face blushing even deeper hues, the head of my willy
swelling up and very angry looking. The ridge at the back of
the mushroom shaped head is very pronounced now.
"Ah...I...geez...shit it's.." Starting to tremble and
shake, I feel my knees begin to quake. When the pressure and
pleasure build to a level that causes me to loose focus in
my eyes, I stand up on tip toes...and something happened in
my balls, I feel something begin to happen to my swollen
willy. Just at this time, when I nearly lost my balance,
something shoots out the tip of my willy, then I see stars
and fireworks in my mind, the audience completely disappears
for a few moments as several drops of some kind of juice
squirts out my mushroom head. Trying to catch my breath, I
stop stroking my willy, and look down in horror at the messy
glistening slime on the tip of it, and strings of it hanging
down nearly to my knees.
"Yeah, way to go kid, got off did 'ya?" I can hear the
hecklers and see the audience once more. A round of applause
and cheers rings through the air. I feel confused, very
embarrassed, and now guilty too. I have no idea what the
stuff was that came out of my willy. I have had a dry cum
before, at least that's what my friend told me they were,
but I've never seen this wet stuff. What's wrong with my
willy? Did I accidentally hurt it?
"Oh..Oh my GOD, what's this stuff...where did it come
from..did I break it??" My eyes were as wide as saucers.
Gradually I got my breath back and my knees stopped shaking,
but my head was still in the clouds.
"Ewww, GROSS!" The girls exclaimed their outrage. "Icky,
that stuff is disgusting!"
"Hey, that's not a very polite thing to do." Commented
one of the senior boys.
"That stuff is slimy, and it smells funny as well."
Elizabeth observes.
Cindy reaches over and swipes her finger over a bit of
the slimy stuff, then wipes her finger over my lips. Licking
my lips and finding the taste horribly gross, I gagged.
Quickly I picked up the diaper and wiped the stuff off my
foreskin, where it was still dripping down to the tabletop.
"David, don't you know what that stuff is?" Cindy asked.
"Elizabeth you pay attention to this too."
I was bent over, wiping the goo off the tabletop when
Cindy asked me the question. I looked at her smiling face
with apprehension. "No, what IS that nasty stuff?"
"OK, you two listen up, and I'll explain." Cindy gave
Elizabeth and me an explanation of what semen is and what
cuming is all about. The guests, thinking the entertainment
is over start to gather in the living room.
"OK David, get down here and stand in front of
Elizabeth, so she can examine you." I KNEW it, it wasn't
over, she was going to find more humiliating way's to
embarrass me. Shocked and dazed, I got down off the table
and stood a couple of feet from Elizabeth, the top of her
head coming up to shoulder height on me.
"Now David, I want you to lay down on your back on the
carpet and bring your knees up, spreading your leg's apart
as well." The BITCH, she's out to break my balls. I do as
she says anyway, rather than get the stick from Timmy, who
was greatly enjoying the show. Lying on my back, knees up to
my chest, and leg's spread out wide apart, I hear Cindy
direct Elizabeth to kneel right between my feet. The little
girl's face was mere inches away from my privates.
"David, reach back with your hands and open yourself up
so Elizabeth can see your pretty pink hole."
Reaching down to my bum, I had to spread my cheeks
apart. My face is on fire; I can actually feel my blush and
shame. The purple-brown rosette of my anus is puckered from
the cool room air. Elizabeth stares at my hole then without
even being told, she instinctively reaches out and grabs my
limp penis, squeezing it firmly, and pulling on it gently.
Praying it won't get hard again, I look down my body toward
Elizabeth's face, and see a glint of compassion in her
expression; our eyes meet, I can see my terrified face
reflected in her eyes. Elizabeth lets go of my privates,
stands up and asks Cindy: "I think David needs his diaper
back, can I help him put it back on?"
"Ah, sure I guess, don't you want to play with him a
bit, Elizabeth?"
"No, he's going to cry; this must be hurting him, we
should stop. Let's help him Cindy, he looks like a scared
little boy down there on the floor."
"Perhaps you're right Elizabeth, the poor boy looks like
he's been through quite a lot of kidding and horsing around
today."
Cindy pushed my knees down so that my feet are flat on
the floor and hands my diaper to Elizabeth. I'm amazed at
this twist of events, and was totally surprised the little
girl would feel sorry for me, after all nobody else did. My
mind boggles as I realize there are a few people around that
might actually care for me. Maybe someday someone will
actually love me, like my real father did. While I was
thinking about this turn of events, the diaper was slid
under my bum, which I had to hold up off the floor, folded
around me and pinned back in place. I looked up; a twinge of
fear traversed my spine when I saw Timmy and Andy looking
down at me. Then a hand was offered; Cindy helped me stand
back up on shaking legs. Timmy still had the switch, and was
making little teasing practice swings at the back of my
legs, when I rip the switch out of Timmy's hand.
"Give it back!!" Shouts Timmy.
"No way, you're not going to smack me with it again." I
assert.
"It's mine, you give me that back NOW, or else." Timmy
threatens, a nefarious smirk on his face, teeth showing.
"Else what?"
"Or I'll..I'll tell!!"
"Tell your daddy that you like playing with my willy?"
"I didn't play with it, Cindy and YOU did."
"Did so"
"Did NOT"
Timmy twists my wrist, trying to get the switch back,
but I'm much stronger. Finally Timmy plays his trump card:
"Give it back or I'll scrub your bloody cock off with
that brush we got; give it back!"
I finally released my grip, and allow Timmy to seize the
switch. I sit back in despair, knowing full well what this
disobedience could lead to, when Cindy grabs the switch,
rips it out of Timmy's grip and breaks it, leaving the
pieces on the dinning room table. I watched with an
expression of amazement on my face, and a feeling of
confusion running through my mind.
"YOU, don't hit him again, or I'll bust your arse good
and proper." Cindy has a look of anger on her face,
furrowing her brow and narrowing her eyes. She looks at
Andy, waiting for his response to this interesting turn of
events. I'm silently thinking: "Bloody right, about time
somebody put him in his place." Cindy takes my hand in hers;
I can feel her soft warm fingers gently curling around my
palm.
"I'm taking you home David, where do you live?"
"NO! You can't!! I'm in charge of him, nobody tells him
what to do but me." Timmy resolutely shouts his frustration,
a look of determination and a bit of anger on his face, lips
a thin line.
"Shut the crap up, you little monster, or I'll bloody
well box your ear's." Cindy threatens.
"Who put you in charge anyway?"
"My dad did! If you don't let him go I'll tell my dad on
you." Timmy is beginning to see that he's fighting a loosing
battle here with this senior teen girl.
"That's EXACTLY where I'm taking him right now. YOU,
what's your name?"
"Andy" Timidly Andy responds, he had hoped he was going
to stay out of this.
"Are you with these two?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well come along then. David, what are those red marks
all over your rear and what's that writing on your back
supposed to say?"
"That's from all his birthday spankings, the writing
say's to spank him 14 times." Timmy informs Cindy of my
earlier predicament.
"I didn't ask YOU, I asked David, so you shut the hell
up and stop talking for him."
"David?"
"Well, those red marks are from that switch Timmy has
been carrying around. The writing my dad put there, telling
everybody I met today to spank me on the bare." I put the
blame where it belongs. By this time we're outside, Timmy
and Andy grab the wagon, and I walk alongside Cindy back
toward our house.
Cindy was a tall girl, and I bet a strong one too. I
would never have thought she was going to be nice to me, but
I guess the comments Elizabeth made helped. The little girl
was following along behind the wagon, which was behind Cindy
and myself. Firmly holding her hand, I led the way, and felt
something I had not felt in a very long time, secure, warm,
and serene. Together we walked up the pavement to the front
gate of our house. Timmy started running for the front door,
disappearing inside and slamming the door in our face. I
opened it, and invited Cindy inside. Andy told us he had to
go home, it was getting late. I was walking Cindy over to
the couch when Dad came into the room with Timmy right
behind him.
"John Wilson" Dad held his hand out to Cindy, and
introduced himself.
"Dad, this is Cindy, a friend of mine who lives down the
street." I quickly introduce Cindy, she shakes his hand.
"A FRIEND, well, well, David what have you done?" As if
it was my fault I actually had a FRIEND.
"Ahh, well we were having a little party amongst the senior
boys and girls from our school when David and Timmy sorta
showed up at the door."
"I certainly hope David behaved himself. He is a little
spoilt and acts very childish at times. He also wets his
pants, thus the diaper."
I go all red again. Why for cripes sake does he have to
tell EVERYBODY I had a few accidents. I sure feel like I'm
back home all right. Been in the door a full five minutes
and already humiliated. Calming down somewhat I realize
Cindy probably already heard Timmy's allegations of my bed-
wetting problem.
"He behaved just fine Mr. Wilson. The other boy, Timmy
there, was beating David with a switch he carried."
"Yes, well he had my permission to administer corporal
punishment if David got out of line. Seems to be the only
thing the boy responds to."
"You mean Timmy IS really in charge of David?" Cindy
states; her brow deeply furrowed in astonishment.
"Yes he is much more mature than David; Ahem, I would
ask you to stay a bit but we've got to give the kids their
bath. It's been a busy day, I'm sure you'll understand."
"Oh sure, I just wanted to make sure the two boys got
home safely."
Cindy leans down towards me, and whispers in my ear:
"Looks like you're in a mess, take care of yourself and if
you need anything, just let me know."
I look up at her and smile in wonderment; she leans down
again and kisses me on the cheek. This big teenager actually
cares about me. Wow! My stepdad escorts Cindy and Elizabeth
to the front door. Elizabeth squeezes my hand and say's
goodnight. I feel trapped like a rat caught by a cat when
the tomb like door closes behind them, sealing my fate once
more.
"Off to the bath David, Timmy you scrub him down good,
and use those cotton swabs to clean out his little dick. Be
sure to use that scrub brush liberally over his nuts and in
his bum crack.
"Yes Dad, I'll scrub him clean, let me grab the swabs
off the table and I'll take him right on up." Timmy is
really getting into this.
"Ah..Well I can bath myself now Dad, I'm a big boy now."
I try to explain.
"You just do as your told and stop complaining." Dad
angrily frowns.
All the guests had left, and the dinning room table was
still littered with bits of cake and wrapping paper. Some of
my presents remained unopened. I dread the bath; Timmy is
bound to try to get even and that scrub brush with Ajax
HURTS. Timmy bounces back over to where I'm standing in the
living room, grabs my arm and drags me upstairs toward the
bathroom, down the hall and through the bathroom door; while
holding a box of large cotton swabs on a stick. Leaving the
door open, Timmy removes my diaper.
"Now you're gonna get it!! You've done yourself right up
mate." Timmy threatens an evil grin on his face. For a
little 8 year-old he sure is mean and domineering. I guess
he's been waiting on a victim like myself for a long time
now.
I just stand there, fully exposed to him once more. Not
knowing why, I feel suddenly self-conscious and very afraid.
I used to be proud of my body, but now I'm oh so ashamed of
it. I still feel confused over that liquid stuff shooting
out of my willy when I played with it. I asked Timmy had he
ever seen anything like that before:
"No, but I sure can't wait to tell Dad about it. But
first I want to see it again, maybe later on tonight. Timmy
turns on the cold water to fill the bathtub, then stands me
over in front of the toilet, and pushes on my shoulders
forcing me to sit down. I felt so vulnerable and confused.
Timmy is standing between my feet, facing me while I sit
on the toilet. There is the smell of bleach in here.
"Now go, what ever you have to do just get it over with
so the bath can start." I pee sitting down like a little
girl; eyes squeezed shut, while Timmy watches the urine
flowing right out of my willy. After the pee flow stopped,
Timmy takes my willy in his fingers and shakes the last
drops off. He always did have a knack for doing the most
embarrassing things to me. It's the small stuff like
watching me pee that really rubs it in, causing me to both
hate him and feel sorry for him. He and his family are so
sick it's beyond belief that all this stuff happens to me. I
open my eyes and the reality of what's about to occur
suddenly becomes clear to me.
"Finished?" I nod. "In the tub then" Having already felt
the chill of the night air on my nearly bare body I dread
getting into the ice cold water. Slowly, one foot at a time,
I stand in the tub and feel Timmy's hands on my shoulders
again, pushing me down into the icy water. It's bad, but the
worse pain from the cold happens when my willy, balls and
bum hit the surface of the water. Shivering, goosebumps all
over my body and teeth chattering, I sit fully down into the
arctic water.
"Your head now, I want everything underwater to get you
thoroughly wet." Timmy orders me to douse my head in the
cold water, while he prepares the scrub brush by sprinkling
Ajax all over it. "Now stand up so I can start scrubbing on
you" Standing up, I felt the gritty caustic scouring cleaner
grind into my tender skin with the harsh scrubbing brush.
All over my chest, tummy and back he ground away at me. When
he reached my butt, he scrubbed my cheeks then told me to
bend over and spread my cheeks. Fully exposing myself, I
begin to feel the terrible grinding and stiff brushing up
and down my crack. Timmy sprinkles on extra Ajax just before
he starts working on my tender exposed hole. Over and over,
up and down over the hole he scours it clean, turning my
poor bum hole into red, raw, meat.
"Now for the BEST part. Stand up David, spread your legs
a bit, that's a good little boy, now take your little willy
in your hand and skin it back, show me the head, that's it,
all the way back as far as it will go."
Timmy has been granted absolute authority over me and I
have to do exactly as I'm told or risk a beating from Dad.
Standing there facing Timmy who is standing beside the tub
and appears to be enjoying himself; I cringe at the thought
of what he is about to do. Feeling the fine Ajax powder
sprinkled directly onto the head of my penis, I take in a
deep breath and hold it. Next thing I feel is excruciating
pain, a raw scraping feeling of the stiff brush combined
with the scouring power of the Ajax quickly makes the
sensitive head of my willy red and raw. I take another
breath, and swallow hard. Timmy then scrubs the bottom side
of the mushroom shaped head, and all around the sides,
taking extra care over the pee hole.
"Well now, that's much better, look how it shines David,
the color is brilliant. Now take your hand off it, while I
scrub the shaft and foreskin. Erroneously thinking the worse
part was over, I breathed freely again. Fortunately only a
harsh burning pain remains on the mushroom head. I hear the
sounds of rushing water as my feet move in attempt to wiggle
out of the pain. The smell of chlorine or bleach fills the
air as my little willy stings and throbs.
"Now lift up your little willy Davie, let Tim scrub your
little balls clean...That's it, all the way up, good little
boy Davie, that's a good boy." I hated him for this
condescending baby talk, but having to just stand there, my
willy pulled up toward my belly while Timmy uses the scrub
brush on my balls was so humiliating. I felt shame and went
red again. Timmy then instructs me to rinse my stuff, so
down I go into the icy water once more. Not staying there
one second longer than I have to, I stood up and watch Timmy
extract a cotton swab.
"Your doctor told me this cleansing will help you with
your bed wetting problem. When I'm finished scrubbing INSIDE
the pee hole, it will burn everytime you pee, so if you pee
in bed the burning pain should wake you up."
"Nooo..Timmy don't do it!! I can't take anymore, PLEASE
don't put that thing inside my willy."
Timmy roughly grabs my willy, pulls the foreskin back
and pinches the head, opening up the pink lips of the hole.
He has the cotton swab all prepared with Ajax poured on the
wet cotton. I'm standing up in the bath, facing Timmy,
completely naked, fists clenched tightly while Timmy holds
my willy in one hand with the foreskin fully retracted; in
the other hand he brings the Ajax coated cotton swab toward
my pee-hole, a glint in his eye and a evil smile on his
face. Contact! I feel a sharp jabbing pain, like a needle
prick, it radiates from the mushroom head of my willy all
though my groin. I scream, loudly, and as Timmy jabs even
more of the cotton sticks deeper into my willy, I scream
again. Once all the way inside, buried deep into my penis,
Timmy starts pulling it out and pushing it back in again.
This action feels like he's sawing his way out of my penis
from the inside. Timmy makes several passes at it, eliciting
a scream of pain on each and every one. He then pulls the
thing right out, and rinses it off in the cold water, only
to jab it back in again to clean out the remaining Ajax
along with a little blood.
"Actually your doctor said to just use soapy water or
alcohol on the swabs, it was MY idea to use the Ajax, think
I'll use the alcohol tomorrow to see what that feels like.
How do you feel now, little boy?"
I gasp, try to catch my breath. "I'll get you for this
Timmy, just you wait!"
"Try it, just go ahead and try it. You'll see what Dad
will do to you."
Timmy returns to the scrub brush and cleans my legs and
feet. Timmy is happy doing what he's doing, embarrassing me
and humiliating me to complete mortification and causing
great suffering by inflicting pain upon my entire body. My
body looks as if it was sunburned. Finally he pronounces me
clean, and lets me get out of the tub to dry off.
"Dad said you can sleep on the floor in our bedroom
until your new bed arrives tomorrow. He is buying it for
you, but you'll have to pay him back, somehow, but for
tonight you sleep on the floor."
We were put to bed. A plastic mat covered with
newspapers was placed on the floor where I would sleep.
Given a sheet to lay on and a duvet to cover with, along
with my pillow, I made my own bed. When the lights were out,
I thought of Cindy and about the strange sticky stuff
shooting out of my willy, she had even seen it. Wondering
where all this is taking me. Where and when will it all end?
I could feel my willy go hard when I thought of the kiss
that Cindy gave me. Wanting to play with it, but fearing
Timmy watching me, I tried to sleep with a hard-on. Thoughts
of Cindy kept drifting though my mind, the feel of her warm
hand cupping my stuff, the idea of her examining everything
I had made my willy throb. Putting my hands under the
blanket, I took my willy in my right hand. Wrapped two
fingers and thumb around it, I began wanking off, hoping
that Timmy was asleep. Faster and faster I pulled and tugged
on my stiff willy. Feeling the warm blanket slide down to my
legs, I became aware that I was fully exposed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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