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

We all stood around the fountain chatting until Amy spoke up
and said, "I'll have to get going now. My mom is supposed to
pick me up at the theatre entrance." I was so disappointed.
I was beginning to like this girl and didn't really want her
to leave just yet. She then surprised me by saying, "Petey,
will you walk me back?"

"SURE!" I said exuberantly. "I'd be glad to." After Amy said
her goodbyes the two of us left the others and headed back
toward the theatre taking the long way around. 

As we journeyed I was so nervous I couldn't think of a thing
to say so we walked along in silence. I never really had
trouble talking with girls before but somehow Amy was
different. I mean she actually touched me . . . and seemed
grateful for the opportunity to do so. 

"So, you like to be humiliated, huh?" Amy finally asked
breaking the silence. Her question caused me to blush
terribly. "Well, did I do a good job?" she asked. 

I looked up into her sparkling eyes which were filled with a
genuine sincerity revealing to me that she really wanted my
approval. "Yeah," I replied. "You exceeded anything that has
ever happened to me before, that's for sure!"

"Good," she said with pride. "I'm glad. I hope you'll let me
have a turn at playing this game sometime."

I blushed all the more. "I'd like that," I said sheepishly.
"I'd like that a lot." She then rummaged into her small
pocketbook and pulled out an ink pen and grabbed my hand.

"Here's my number," she said as she began writing on my
palm. "Call me sometime." Shortly after that, we reached the
theatre entrance. "There's my mom," she said a bit
disappointed. "I have to go now. You best not follow me to
my car. I don't want to have to answer any questions about
you, OK?"

"Sure, I understand," I told her as she left me amid the
crowd at the ticket booth. I watched as she got into the car
and drove off. I felt sick inside for some reason. 

After a few minutes I figured I had better return to my
friends at the fountain. I started slowly sauntering along
in no particular hurry, my mind lost in a million thoughts.
I wanted to savor what had happened to me that day. Since we
had taken the long way around I retraced my steps so I
wouldn't get disoriented. I wasn't really thinking clearly
anyway.

All of a sudden I was grabbed from behind. From out of
nowhere came four boys. "Let me go!" I shouted as the boy
behind me held me tight trapping my arms in his grasp.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the ringleader
said sarcastically.

"Let me GO!" I said again as I struggled.

"Why it's the pervert from the movies!" he said answering
his own question. A feeling of doom immediately engulfed me
and I froze with fear. "YOU'RE the one that shot his wad
into Amy's popcorn then ran out of the theater. GO ON. ADMIT
IT!" he demanded.

"NO!" I said lying through my teeth. "You've got it all
wrong! I swear!"

One of the other boys put his face menacingly in mine,
pointed towards the ringleader and asked, "Do you know who
he is?"

"No . . ." I replied meekly.

"That's John Addington . . . BIG John to you, pervert."
Everyone looked at me as if I was supposed to recognize the
name, but I didn't.

"Big John is Amy's boyfriend, you stupid jerk!" the boy
explained. "And he don't like it when someone moves in on
his girl!"

"I DIDN'T STEAL HIS GIRL!!" I protested.

"YOU'RE LYING! We saw you walking with her," he said.

"I was just walking along and she started talking with me.
It didn't mean anything, honest!" I said trying to defend
myself. 

"You were just walking along and she started talking," the
boy said mocking me. "Have you ever heard such bullshit?"
Everyone laughed as they took a few steps closer. One boy
even started pounding his fist into his other hand.

"It's not what you think! You're making a big mistake!" I
cried.

Just then another boy standing at my side reached out and
pulled my hand up. "Look here, Big John."

"What is it?" Big John asked as he came over to look.

"It's AMY'S number . . . in HER handwriting!" the boy
explained. 

The expression on Big John's face turned from one of
amusement to one of anger. I was doomed! There was nothing I
could say to talk my way out of this. I had forgotten about
her number even being there in all the confusion so I didn't
have the presence of mind to try and hide it. I just closed
my eyes and braced myself for the beating that was sure to
come. 
 
Through my closed eyes I could smell the body odor of Big
John as he came closer. What on earth did Amy see in HIM?? I
wondered. 

"You want us to beat the crap out of him, Big John?" I heard
one boy ask. This is it, I thought. I silently prayed the
pain wouldn't be too bad.

"No," I surprisingly heard Big John say. "WE all know this
guy's a pervert, but the rest of the world doesn't. Let's
show 'em, shall we?"

Instantly I felt everyone pounce on me. I lost my balance as
I felt them pulling at me this way and that. It took me a
while to figure out what they were doing – they were
STRIPPING ME!! 

"NO WAIT!! PLEASE STOP!" I shouted. It didn't take them long
and in a flash I was naked. They danced around taunting me
by waving my clothes in front of me and making fun of my
body. 

"He doesn't even have any hair yet!!" one said.

"How old are you anyway? TEN?" another teased. They were all
laughing as I crouched down in shame and tried to cover
myself. Then it happened. For some strange reason that to
this day I still don't understand, I popped wood. 

"Holy crap, This guy's a SICKO!" one boy said as they all
stepped back after noticing my erection, keeping their
distance as if I had some kind of disease or something.

Big John took charge. "Well if he's so proud of that, lets
make sure everyone else sees it too. Tie his hands, boys."
he commanded. I watched in horror as my T-shirt was ripped
into long pieces of cloth. Three boys again pounced on me
and proceeded to tie my hands tightly behind my back with
the remnants of my shirt as Big John looked on. 

Stepping back to admire their handiwork the boys all began
laughing at me. "Wonder if AMY will still like him after he
gets arrested and his picture gets into the paper?" one boy
asked.

"I doubt it," Big John said. "Come on boys. Let's get out of
here before he gets caught. We can read all about it in the
paper tomorrow." The group then scampered off in several
directions leaving me naked, tied and yes, horny. 
My first instinct was to run for cover so I made a quick
dash behind several parked cars. Since all this had occurred
at the side of the theatre, I hadn't been spotted yet. My
mind raced with thoughts. What was I going to do? I had been
gone a long time. Did my friends all leave me behind when
Mrs. Martin came thinking I went home with Amy?
The more I thought, the more fears came into my mind and,
believe it or not, the more aroused I became. There MUST be
something wrong with me, I thought.

I was trapped in the parking lot with quite a distance to go
before getting back to the fountain. I was sure to be
caught. And what if they really WERE gone? I tried not to
dwell on it and forced myself to think clearly. 

"OK," I told myself. "First thing I've got to do is get back
to the fountain. I'll figure out what to do next after
getting there." I said out loud trying to reassure myself. 

I looked around. People were milling about everywhere! "Take
it a little at a time," I told myself. "I don't have to run
all the way back at once!" Somehow actually hearing my own
voice helped me keep my sanity.

I made a dash behind the next car. So far, so good, I
thought. I went over to the next car after that. I still
hadn't been spotted. Finally I made it to the last car in
the row of cars along my path and crouched down on the
passenger's side. "Now what?" I thought. There was a
distance of open space about 25 yards long before my next
opportunity for cover. I froze! I couldn't make myself move!

Just then I heard a door slam. Someone had just entered the
driver's side of the car I was hiding behind. Then the
engine started!!! Before I could move a muscle, the car
drove off leaving me completely exposed to anyone who
happened to look my way. I panicked and took off running. I
thought I heard laughter and figured that I had been spotted
but I didn't want to hang around to find out for sure! I
just ran. I made it to a large trash can and ducked down
behind it. I was out of breath and scared to death. But I
was STILL horny. I guess the feeling of total helplessness
fueled my hormones. And I was certainly helpless. 

As I was hiding behind the trash can trying to figure out my
next move, a little boy about 7 years old came up to throw
some garbage away. "Why are you hiding?" the boy asked
spotting me.

"I'm playing a game," I said hoping he wouldn't press the
issue further.

"Why are you naked?" he asked as he came around the trash
can to see me better.

"It's part of the game," I explained.

"But your hands are tied," He persisted.

"I know," I replied nervously. "The guys I'm playing with
cheated!" Then I had an idea. "Hey kid, help untie my hands
so I can play fair."

"NO WAY!" he yelled. "I'm not playing THIS game," and ran
away yelling, "MOM!"

Before I got in trouble I bolted again. This time as I ran,
I heard people saying things like "Look over there!" and "Is
that boy naked?!"
Mostly I heard laughter, lots of laughter from the kids and
teenagers hanging out at the theatre. I must have looked a
sight running naked with my hairless, stiff penis bouncing
along with each step I took.

Finally I managed to make it behind the shopping center and
mercifully no one was following me. After several tense
close encounters I made it to an opening behind the building
that looked out onto the fountain.

"NICOLE!" I shouted from behind my hiding place. To my
unbelievable luck my friends were still there! She didn't
hear me, however.

"NICOLE!!" I shouted as loud as I could but still none of my
friends heard me. I couldn't get any closer without dozens
of people seeing me up close and personal this time. The
small fountain square was lined with shops and there was no
telling how many people were inside.

"NICOLE . . . TEDDY . . . MEGAN!!!" I shouted again. It was
all in vain, however as no one turned to acknowledge me. I
had to think of something before they really DID leave me. 
 
Suddenly I saw a boy about 8 coming out of the store closest
to me. "Pssst" I said hoping to attract his attention. He
stopped and looked around. "Over here!" I whispered loudly
as I poked my head around the corner. The boy spotted me and
pointed to himself to be sure I was talking to him. "Yeah,
you. I need you to do me a favor," I said a little louder.

"What?" he said coming closer. 

I was hoping to keep him from seeing me so I said, "Don't
come closer. I said. "I just need you to do me a favor."

"What??" he asked again and this time walked smartly right
up to me.

"You're NAKED!" he said obviously surprised.

"DUH . . ." I snapped back frustrated at my situation. "Look
you gotta help me," I pleaded.

The boy, seeing that my hands were tied behind me and that I
was very erect started to smile.

"Why should I?" he asked curtly.

"Because I'm naked!!" I said with exasperation.
   
"So? That's your tough luck." He replied as his grin widened
into a smile. "Doesn't look like you mind it too much," he
added as his eyes fell to my penis.

"Never mind about that, I don't have time to explain. See
that girl over there?" I asked nodding towards Nicole.
"That cute one in the blue dress?" he asked.

"That's the one," I said excitedly. "I need you to go over
there and quietly tell her that I'm out here and need her
help. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll bet you need her help. You want me to tell her that
you're horny and want to fuck her, right?" he asked laughing
his head off.

"Shut up!" I snapped. "That's not what I mean and you know
it!"

"That's no way to talk to someone you want to do you a
favor. Besides, what else am I to think? You ARE horny
aren't you?" he said teasingly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you and yes, damn it
I have a boner. I can't help it. Will you help me out . . .
Please!" I begged.

"What's in it for me?" he asked all serious-like.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best not to lose
patience. "What do you want?"
  
He looked at me and smiled wide and got a wild look in his
eyes as he stared at me silently for a second or two.

"Fine," I interrupted. "You want to touch it. Go ahead. Play
with it all you want. Stroke it to your hearts content. You
can even make me cum if you want but PLEASE after that go
and tell that girl I need her help." The thought of this boy
actually playing with my penis made me shiver but if that's
what it took to get me out of this mess I was willing to put
up with it.

"GROSS!" the kid shot back. "I don't want anything from YOU!
I want something from HER!!" he said pointing towards
Nicole.
 
"What do you want . . . from her?" I asked nervously fearing
the worst.

"Maybe she could make me hard like you are," he said
hopefully. "That's it! I want HER to touch me!" 

"No way!" I exclaimed. "Get lost kid! I'll get somebody else
to help me."

"Well, how about a kiss from her then?" he asked obviously
worried he was going to get left out.

"Fine! I'll ask her when she gets over here. But you have to
go and get her NOW!" I said firmly.

"On my PECKER?" he asked hopefully. "She'll kiss me on my
pecker?"

"SCRAM kid!" I said angrily.

"OK, on my cheek," he countered.

"On your cheek, but get going before I change my mind!" The
kid ran off towards Nicole and I saw him talking to her and
pointing towards my direction. To my great relief I saw her
and that kid hurrying towards me.

As she rounded the building she said seriously, "What's the
big idea? He," pointing at the little boy, "Said that the
naked boy behind the building told him I would kiss his
pecker!"

"Why I ought to punch your eyes out," I said angrily at the
kid who ducked behind Nicole for protection.

"That might be kind of hard to do," Nicole said laughing as
she looked me over seeing that my hands were tied behind my
back. "Unless you were planning on poking his eye out with
THAT thing," she added as she playfully swatted my still
erect penis.

"Ooohh she TOUCHED it!" the little kid said excitedly.

"Beat it kid," I said.

"Hey, what about my kiss?" he persisted.

"You mean you REALLY told him I would kiss his pecker?!"
Nicole asked incredulously.

"NO! I said I would ASK you if you would kiss him on the
cheek if he would get your attention. That's all. I
promise!" I stammered.

"Well he's out of luck because I'm not going to do it,"
Nicole said firmly.

"I'll tell!" the kid said trying to blackmail her. We both
stopped talking and looked at the kid.

"That's right I'm going to tell. I'll call the police too."
He said playing it up. 

"OK, OK. Calm down. I'll kiss you on the cheek," Nicole
relented.

"Not good enough." The kid said realizing he was in the
driver's seat.

"What do you want then?" Nicole asked.

"A kiss on the cheek while you put your hand down my pants!"
the kid said smiling. "I want you to touch it." 

Nicole turned to me and gave me the most horrible look. We
both realized that this kid was a huckster and we weren't
going to outwit him.

"Ok. I'll give you a kiss AND I'll put my hand down your
pants," she agreed reluctantly.

"And TOUCH IT," the kid added in a hurry.

"And I'll touch it," Nicole affirmed a bit put out.

"Fine, then I won't tell," the kid said as Nicole took a
step closer to him. To my amazement she bent down and moved
her lips close to his cheek and actually started to put her
hand under the waistband of the kid's shorts! I watched as
her hand slowly disappeared out of site within the recesses
of his britches as her lips met his face.

"OW! LET GO!!!!" the kid screamed. "THAT BITCH HAS MY
NUTS!!!" he said to me as if I was going to help him.
Instead I just laughed!!

"I should twist these right off of you, you little moron!"
Nicole said with a meanness that frightened even me! 

"NO . . . PLEASE DON'T . . . LET GO!!" he pleaded.

"Say you're sorry," Nicole demanded.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

"Louder! Say it like you mean it!" she said forcefully.

"I'M REALLY SORRY!" the kid said in a panic.

"And you're not going to say a word to anyone, are you?"
Nicole asked.

"NO. I won't. I promise! Please let go!!" he begged now
almost in tears.

"Because if I EVER find out that you did, I'll come over to
your house and cut these off with my scissors! Understand?"
she asked.

"YES!!!!" he said submissively. With that she let go and the
kid ran away as quickly as he could. We both laughed as he
disappeared.

"What the hell happened?" Nicole finally asked. "Did AMY do
this to you?"

"No. It's a long story," I said and gave her the abbreviated
version of Big John.

"That explains why you are so aroused then," she said
giggling.

"What do you mean?" I asked feigning ignorance.

"Well, you LIKE being helpless and naked, right? So I'm
guessing this is just the thing you crave!"

"Cut it out," I said teasingly. "I'm in trouble here. Mrs.
Martin will be here any minute!"

"Oh she's already here," Nicole said plainly.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. "What am I to do?"

"Relax. She's doing some shopping." She explained. "First
thing to do is get you some clothes. I'll be right back." I
saw her run out to the gang leaving me naked and still tied
up! They all came back with her and once again they all got
a good look at my naked body.

"Did you do this, Nicole?" asked Megan. "I kind of like him
this way."

"No, I didn't do it and as much as I'd like to leave him
this way, we have to hurry.  How much money do you guys
have?" she asked. Everyone dug in their pockets but they
only came up with four dollars. "Ok. It will have to do.
Teddy and Tom, you two untie him and keep him safe. Megan,
you keep watch for Mrs. Martin at the fountain. If she comes
back before I do, stall her."

"Where are you going?" Teddy asked.

"I'm going to try and buy him some clothes." She explained.

"With FOUR dollars?" Megan asked as Nicole ran off. Everyone
then did as instructed while I nervously waited.

"Can't you make that thing go down?" Teddy asked. "You're
giving me the creeps. It's just us guys here you know."

"I can't help it," I said very humiliated at my condition.

After some time I saw Nicole coming back with a plastic bag.
"Here," she said tossing me the parcel. "Put these on."

"A pair of boxer shorts?!" I exclaimed.

"That's all I could find that I could afford. Besides, at
least you'll be covered." She explained.

"But what about my mom?" Teddy asked. "What will we tell
her?"

"I thought about that. We'll just say that Petey had a bad
accident. She'll believe that if she sees him in his
underwear."

"I don't know . . ." Teddy remarked.

I had just put the boxers on when we saw Mrs. Martin pull
up. We all made the agonizing walk toward her car. She gave
me an awful look when she saw I wasn't wearing the clothes I
left with. Of course Nicole did her best to sound truthful
as she told her about my accident. Somehow I don't think she
bought it and figured we were up to something, but she
thankfully didn't push the issue.

I for one was just glad this day was over!!! 

  
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