The Shame Games – Part Twelve (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Twelve (mmmmfffFF,Exh,Humil)
By: Hooked6

Once Julie was finally dressed she looked at me and asked,
"So where are your clothes?"

I lowered my head and said, "I really don't have any idea."
They all laughed at my predicament. I then explained all
that had happened to me. Julie, of course had no idea that
Troy had captured me as she had ran into the girls' locker
room that unfortunately was being used as the visiting
team's dressing area.

They all had a great laugh at my expense. "I wish I had seen
that!" Julie said of my flag pole exhibition. "But I was a
little pre-occupied."

"Yeah, what happened to you? Did those guys hurt you?" I
asked with genuine concern.

"It's all sort of a blur but I DO remember several guys
putting their fingers between my legs and one guy playfully
squeezing my breasts a time or two. I was in such a state of
panic I don't really remember that well." She said.

"Gee I'm sooooo sorry," I said earnestly. "I thought I had
planned this out so well."

"Don't be sorry. Actually it was kind of fun in a weird sort
of way. I mean what girl doesn't have fantasies about being
ravaged by a bunch of football players?"

I shrugged my shoulders in amazement. I couldn't believe she
wasn't totally pissed off at the way I bungled the game. She
then looked at me and said, "Besides YOU'RE the one with the
problem. The way I see it, YOU'RE the one who will be
ridiculed at school Monday and YOU'RE the one STILL naked
right now!"
Teddy and Tom laughed and once again seemed to be enjoying
my misfortune.

"I'd better get you home before you get caught by some
official here at the school." Julie said as she bid the guys
farewell.

"Don't forget I get to make the rules next time," Tom said
eagerly to my step-sister.

"I won't forget and YOU best not forget what comes around
goes around. I get to make the rules for the game YOU'LL be
playing after that. Just can't wait to see how your dick
stacks up compared to Troy Edwards!"

Tom lowered his head and didn't say anything as Julie and I
left the gym.

Julie took the long way home. I'm guessing to prolong my
exposure as we drove through town. I figured it was her
subtle way of getting back at me for my lack of planning.
When we arrived home Julie told me to wait outside while she
made sure the coast was clear. I nervously hid my naked self
on the porch as she made her way inside.

Soon she poked her head outside and said, "Hurry, you've got
a clear shot. Get upstairs before mom sees you!" Julie then
ran upstairs ahead of me. I had just made it to the second
step of the stairs when I heard my mom talking to someone
coming around the corner from the kitchen. I quickly turned
around and faced the front door as she came into view.

"Petey, you're home!" she said somewhat surprised.

Keeping my cool I replied, "Yeah. I've been home a little
while now."

"You're back to wearing no clothes again, huh?" my mom asked
skeptically just as Tom's mother rounded the corner. She
stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that I wasn't
wearing anything and looked carefully at my naked body.

Answering my mom's question I said, "Yeah, well I just got
undressed to get ready for bed and was coming down to say
goodnight when you came in just now. Sorry, I didn't realize
we had company." I couldn't believe how good that sounded
and it was believable too as I was facing the door as if I
had been coming down the stairs instead of facing the other
way as if I had been sneaking in the house nude!

"Getting ready for bed, were you?" my mom asked again
disbelievingly. "Well, no matter. Tom's mother here came
over to get her son's dress shirt."

"Yes," Mrs. Hemphill explained, "Tom said he loaned it to
you. It's a brand new shirt and I wanted to be sure that
nothing happened to it."

"It's OK." I said trying to sound calm. "I have it upstairs.
I'll go and get it." With that I turned and bounded up the
steps and hurriedly made my way to Julie's room.

"I know, I know," Julie said handing me the shirt she had
just taken off. Once again I got the unexpected treat of
seeing her uncovered breasts. "I heard you talking. Better
get this down to them," she instructed and gave me a wink as
she saw I was staring at her chest.

"Right," I said and took off downstairs again. As I
approached I heard my mom talking to Mrs. Hemphill about my
lack of clothing.

"Oh no need to explain," she said. "My son told me that his
Aunt Sara used to let him skinny dip all the time. I guess
it's no big deal to him that others see him naked."

"He TOLD you about Aunt Sara?" my mom asked.

"Yeah, a while back he apparently mentioned it to my son and
later he told me about it. I don't have a problem with it."
She said as she took the shirt from me.

My mom just looked at her then at me. "I see . . ." she said
without further comment. There was something in my mom's
body language that made me feel guilty. I couldn't put my
finger on it but something just seemed odd.

Mrs. Hemphill looked over the shirt and then sniffed at it.
"Hmmm, smells of a girl's perfume." She said handing it to
my mom who also took a sniff.

"Perfume alright," she concurred. "You haven't taken to
wearing perfume have you Petey?"

"No," I said coldly.

"My Tom must be growing up. I'll bet he has a girlfriend
now. Did you see him with a girl at the game tonight,
Petey?"

"No ma'am," I replied hoping she wouldn't press the issue
and force me to lie about why I had his shirt in the first
place.

"Do YOU have a girlfriend, Petey?" she then asked teasingly.

"No ma'am," I said blushing a bit.

Mrs. Hemphill looked me over and said, "The girls don't know
what they are missing." Her comment made me blush all the
more and my penis jumped a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by
our guest.

"There'll be time enough for that later," my mom said. "He's
far too young to get involved with girls." She then escorted
our neighbor to the door. I took the opportunity to run
upstairs before my mom asked me any more questions.

Fortunately nothing more was said about it the entire
weekend and Julie returned home on Sunday.

The next day I was the object of unmerciful teasing at
school. "So did you have FUN at the game Friday?" One girl
asked with a huge grin. I just ignored her but she followed
me down the hall with her friends persisting in her
tormenting. "I'm sure you found it EXCITING, huh?" she asked
chuckling.

Her friend asked "So Petey, are you CUMMING next Friday
night?" her wit made everyone laugh but me. I just blushed
as I hurried to my next class. I was sure they would all
have just loved it if I HAD cum while tied to the flagpole.

I was deathly afraid of running into Troy and suffered the
thousand deaths of a coward just imagining what would happen
if I did.

Mostly I endured teasing and taunting from people that had
seen me but a couple of people actually regarded me as some
kind of hero. "I heard you pantsed old Troy Edwards," one
kid said. "That's great. He needed to be taken down a peg or
two."

"Thanks," I said feeling a bit better about the whole
affair.

"Just remember though," he continued, "Troy is the type that
holds a grudge a long time. Best be careful for a while."

"I'll remember that," I said nervously. That was all I
needed – to get on the bad side of the most popular jock in
the entire middle school.

After my last class it happened. Troy Edwards met up with me
in the hallway as school was letting out. He stared at me
menacingly for a moment then put his arm around my
shoulders. "Wearing any underwear today?" he asked
playfully.

"Huh?" I replied nervously. He then reached into the back of
my pants and grabbed hold of the waistband of my underwear
and yanked them skyward. "OUCH!!!!" I said as he proceeded
to give me my very first Wedgie! My balls were squished so
painfully against my body and the material chaffed against
my anus. "PLEASE STOP!" I begged. "I'm so sorry about what
happened."

He left me with my underwear sticking out of my pants almost
to my shoulder blades. "Don't you DARE touch those,
understand?" he asked sternly.

"Yes sir," I mumbled as he left laughing. Of course I looked
the fool getting on the bus home. Some kids saw what had
happened and felt sorry for me but most just had a blast
getting their kicks out of my misery.

I fixed my shorts back as soon as I got off the bus and it
drove out of sight. Man was it ever a relief to get the
pressure off my balls. This was going to be a long week I
could already tell.

I went over to Tom's house instead of my own just to be with
a friend. I really needed someone to talk to. I found him in
his room doing his homework. I walked in and flopped on his
bed letting out a sigh. "What a day!" I managed to say.

"Ah, aren't you forgetting Rule Number Two?" he asked with a
grin.

"You can't be serious? After all I've been through today?"

"It's your choice. You can quit the Shame Games any time you
want. More is the pity too; just as it was getting
interesting." He said shaking his head.

"Fine," I said as I started taking off my shirt. "Can we at
least close the door?"

"What for? My mom told me that she saw you naked last night
at your house. She seemed OK with it." Tom said as he
continued working. "And what's the big idea telling my mom
that I have a girlfriend?"

"I didn't tell her that." I said defending myself as I laid
the last bit of my clothing on the bed. "She just assumed
you did when she smelled Julie's perfume on your shirt."

"Hmmm, it's just like my mom to try and trick me into
thinking she knows something when she really doesn't." Tom
said as he looked over to make sure I was really nude.

"Yeah my mom is like that too. Parents can be so sneaky
sometimes."

I sat in silence as Tom finished the last bit of his
schoolwork. As he worked I thought about how much our
friendship has changed since the invention of the Shame
Games. I wondered where this was all going to lead. One
thing was certain though. No matter how awful a mess I was
in at the moment, deep down I didn't really want the games
to end.

I was startled back to reality when Tom's younger sister
suddenly came into the room.

"Tom, do you have some paper I could . . . PETEY!" she said
when she noticed me. She looked me over, giggled then asked.
"You DO know I can see you Willie, don't you?"

I thought about covering myself but figured that would mean
I was up to something nasty so I just let it be. "Yes, I
guess you can. Haven't you ever heard of KNOCKING?" I asked
sarcastically.

The girl kept staring wide-eyed at me for a few more seconds
then said, "Oh, ah, sorry." She then ran out of the room
yelling, "MOM! I saw Petey's Willie!"

I started to panic. "What am I to do, Tom?"

"Nothing. Just relax. You'll make it worse if you try and
dress now." He said plainly as he continued writing. I still
picked up one of my socks and started putting it on despite
rule number two.

Just then Tom's mother came back with his sister in tow.
"See mom!" she said pointing at me." There's his Willie
right out in the open!" Her comment made me blush and I
looked at the floor.

"Sorry Mrs. Hemphill. I was just going to change into my
play clothes when she barged in."

"Oh," she said as she smiled at me. "Patsy you really should
knock before barging into someone's room. Everyone's
entitled to a little privacy now and then." Mrs. Hemphill
then closed the door as she led her daughter downstairs.

"You know what I think?" Tom said as she closed his school
books. "I think you need to play another Shame Game."

"You mean NOW?" I asked nervously.

"Sure, why not. Just a quick game just to keep you
interested. What do you say?"

"OK . . ." I said hesitantly. "What do you have in mind?"

"Just a simple task. Just put on one of my T-shirts and go
down to the corner store and get me a coke. Here's a
dollar."

"You want me to go to the store wearing only a T-shirt? No
pants or underwear?" I asked hoping I was mistaken.

"Yep, that's it. I mean you've done worse things so far with
a whole lot less clothing. This is just a TEASER game. You
know, just to keep you in the zone. Want to play?"

"I guess I'll play. A Coke, right?" I asked again as he
handed me the shirt.

"That's it. See you soon." He said with a smile. It seemed
almost too easy. I mean don't get me wrong. Going out in
just a T-shirt was risky and to a place I usually frequent
to boot. But it beat sitting around so I took the Dollar and
headed out the door.

For some reason, wearing just a T-shirt made me feel more
self-conscious than being completely naked. I know that
sounds weird but I felt that with my bare legs showing I
would be attracting a whole lot more attention.

The store was only a couple of roads over near the entrance
to our subdivision. Walking along the sidewalk, passing all
those houses in broad daylight by myself made me very
nervous. But not as nervous as when I spotted the store!

When I walked into the store the air conditioning gave me
Goosebumps. There were several people waiting to check out
at the front counter and a few more scattered around the
aisles. Fortunately I didn't recognize anyone. I quickly
opened the cooler door and grabbed a can of coke and started
toward the front register. As I waited in line I felt a tap
on my shoulder

"Hi Petey," said a familiar voice. It was Karen Hughes, from
my homeroom at school.

"Hi," I said without bothering to turn around.

"It's an unusually hot day today, isn't it?" she asked
making polite conversation.

"Yes it is," I replied just barely glancing in her
direction. That's all I needed – someone else that might
possibly see me naked.

"At least you look like you're keeping cool," she said with
a snicker.

OH NO, I thought. She must have realized what I was wearing
or rather what I wasn't wearing. "Yeah, I was doing some
yard work and decided to take a break and get a cold drink."
I said hoping to explain my outfit.

She then whispered in my ear, "You do realize that I know
you're naked under that shirt, don't you?" She then pulled
away from me still snickering. I was so shocked that she
knew I turned around and asked, "And just how do you know
that?"

"It says so on the back of your T-shirt. See – I'm naked
under this shirt!" she said now openly laughing and putting
her finger on each of the words.

"It does not," I said disbelievingly.

"Sure it does. Hey mister, what does the back of his shirt
say?" she asked a college aged guy who was standing behind
her.

"I'm naked under this shirt," he said without cracking a
smile.

My face flushed. That dirty, low down so-called friend of
mine set me up to me totally humiliated!! "I just borrowed
this shirt," I said by way of explanation. "I'm not really
naked underneath."

"Oh yeah, Let's see," she said as she quickly lifted the
back of my shirt revealing my naked butt to everyone behind
me.

"The college guy started laughing and remarked, "How about
that. He IS naked under that shirt."

Just then the clerk said, "Let's go there Mr. Naked Guy.
You're holding up the line. I turned around and sure enough
it was my turn to pay. To make matters worse the cute clerk
made an obvious attempt to lean over the counter as if to
get a look herself. As she did so, that stupid Karen Hughes
grabbed both sides of my shirt from behind me and yanked it
up to my chest revealing my now rapidly rising penis. The
clerk smiled and said, "He REALLY IS wearing only a T-
shirt."

"QUIT IT!" I yelled at Karen and tried my best to pull it
down to cover myself. I hurriedly placed the can of Coke on
the counter and gave her my Dollar.

As she handed me my change she said smiling, "You come back
and look me up again when you've got hair on your chest."
Everyone laughed at her remark. I just wanted to die. I
quickly headed toward the door with an obvious tent pole
poking the front of my shirt outward.

As I left the store and walked across the parking lot I was
now painfully aware that people were staring at me. I felt
very ashamed. I picked up my pace and headed down the
sidewalk toward home. All I could think about was what I was
going to say to my so-called buddy when I got back. I was so
wrapped up in my own emotions that I failed to watch where I
was going and Bam . . . I ran right into none other than
Troy Edwards!

I swallowed hard as I heard him say, "Well, well. What do we
have here?"

"I sorry I was so careless," I said apologetically. "I
didn't mean to run into you like that. I'll just be going
now," I tried to take a step around him but he put out his
hand and stopped me.

"What's that you're wearing?" he asked as he looked me up
and down.

"Nothing," I replied. "I was just doing yard work and
stopped to get a cold drink. See?" I said holding the
unopened can of Coke up for him to see.

He reached out and grabbed it away from me and opened it.
"Don't mind if I do," he said sarcastically. "It is hot out
today, isn't it?" I nodded my head politely.

"I guess this cold drink will make up for your clumsiness."
He then walked around me while sipping the Coke still
looking me over. When he got behind me he busted out
laughing. "Is that true?!" he asked through his giggling.

I just stood there not saying a word.

"You know. I kind of like that shirt too. Why don't you just
give it to me to make up for all the trouble you've caused
me?"

"I . . . ah . . . I can't. It's not mine to give." I said
with my voice trembling.

"It couldn't be that the real reason you don't want to give
it to me is because you ARE naked under that shirt?" he
asked now standing in front of me again.

I swallowed hard and looked at the ground.

"I thought so," he said. "Look you little pervert, here's
the deal. You give me that shirt and you can go on your
merry little way. If you don't, I'll take it anyway and tie
you to that light pole over there with it. My-oh-my, just
LOOK at all that traffic. I'll bet hundreds of people would
see you if you were way out there. What do you think?"

He was strong enough to carry out his threat. At least if I
gave it to him I'd have a fighting chance of trying to stay
hidden.

"OK, you can have the shirt," I said taking it off and
quickly handing it to him. He just laughed all the more when
he saw me standing there naked, still semi-erect. "Can I go
now?"

He just motioned me onward still laughing. "Man I wish I had
a camera!" he said as I ran out of sight.

I had to dodge a ton of traffic and I know a few people saw
me because I heard a few horns honking as I ran past them. I
finally cut through old lady Nelson's yard in an attempt to
shorten my trip. Eventually I made it to my own yard. I
wasn't about to go back over to Tom's place. Not after all
that had happened. I waited until I thought the coast was
clear and entered my house. Luck was on my side as I managed
to get to my room without being spotted. Or so I thought.

"Petey?" I heard my mom calling from downstairs. A feeling
of doom came over me. How was I going to explain running
across the street naked?

"Yes mom?" I managed to say through a squeaking voice.

"Telephone," she said. I let out a HUGE sigh of relief.

"OK mom." I threw on a pair of pants and a shirt and went
down to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Where's my Coke?" Tom asked giggling.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny," I replied.

"I saw you run across the street naked. I hope your mom
didn't see you like I did. What happened anyway?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later," whispered into the telephone.

"OK. Game's over. You can tell me all about at school
tomorrow. This ought to be good." He said and then hung up.

My only thoughts were on getting satisfaction on that twerp
when my step-sister made him play this game. I was REALLY
looking forward to THAT!

  
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