Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation,
  femdom)
  By Aldric
  
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  
  *****
  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts sexual
  activity by and between minors, mostly forced and non-
  consensual.
  
  If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such
  material or if such material offends you, do not read any
  further.  This story is pure fantasy, written for the
  enjoyment of adults.
  
  Comments may be made to Pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com
  *****
  
  Part 1: Eighth Grade
  
  Eighth grade, the first time I've been the boss around
  anything.  Next year I change schools and go to high school,
  and I start over again at the bottom, but until then I've
  got this year to enjoy.  Now, instead of having to do
  whatever the big kids tell you to do (or suffer the
  consequences), I'm the big kid.  All the little kids walk
  the halls in fear of me and the other members of my class. 
  I'm on the top.
  
  All this was going thorough my mind as I looked through my
  backpack.  I was spending the night at Tim's house tonight,
  and I was positive I had a pair of clean underwear hidden in
  the bottom.  Everything else was there, just the underpants
  were missing.  I was worried about it, because when I packed
  this morning before school, it was the only ones left that
  didn't have my initials printed on the waist band.  All the
  others were used at summer camp last summer.  If someone had
  them, then it wouldn't take long before they would be flying
  from the flagpole.  That would be about the most
  embarrassing thing someone could do to an eighth grader. 
  The last time a pair of my underpants flew from the pole was
  when I was in sixth grade.  A little different then about
  thirty seconds before they went up the pole I had been
  wearing them.  And the eighth graders who were raising them
  had my shorts too.  I had to stand there and salute my
  underwear until they reached the top of the pole and the
  ropes were tied off before they would give me back my
  shorts.  I remember standing at attention in more ways than
  one.
  
  But most likely I just forgot to put them in the pack this
  morning.  They were probably still lying on my bed.  Still,
  it could be a minor problem as Tim and I and Mike, who was
  also coming over, stripped down to our underwear for a while
  before bed and talked and stuff, and you wanted to be sure
  and have a clean pair so that no piss stains or racing
  strips showed.  I decided that I would stop at the boys'
  room and make sure the pair I was wearing was clean enough.
  
  Inside a stall, I inspected them.  A little yellow spot in
  the front, okay in the back.  I could try and get by, or I
  could take a pair from Tim's room when nobody's looking and
  change into those.  He and I are about the same size.  That
  decided, I pulled up and left, making sure before I walked
  out that I had zippered my fly.  Walking around with your
  fly unzipped marked you as a target, even if you were an
  eighth grader.  If you were lucky, someone would only ask
  you about barn doors and horses or some such thing.  If you
  were having a bad day, two or three boys would hold your
  arms behind you while someone pulled your underpants open
  and exposed your dick.
  
  As I left the school and headed for the bike rack, I saw a
  bunch of girls hanging around.  They acted like they were
  waiting for me, and never wanting to pass up a chance to
  score some points with the girls, I hurried over to them.
  
  "Come out to the field with us Jon" asked Traci, one of the
  cutest girls in my class.
  
  I looked at my watch.  I was supposed to meet up with Mike
  at 3:30 and we were going to ride to Tim's house together. 
  I had a couple of minutes to spare.  "What's up?  I only
  have a few minutes.  What's going on in the woods?"
  
  "You can help us ea, earn, er . . " began Crystal.  She was
  choking on her words.  Another girl helped out.  "We just
  need your help for a few minutes.  It won't take long.  It's
  too embarrassing to talk about here.  Please just come out
  to the woods with us for a minute that's all it will take."
  
  Too embarrassing to talk about, huh?  Okay, I was hooked.  I
  followed the five girls across the soccer field and into the
  woods.  We had only gone past a few trees when one of the
  girls gently kicked me in the back of my knees, causing me
  to fall over backward.  I landed on the ground with a thud,
  but before I could move, two of the girls sat on my chest. 
  I could feel someone untying my shoelaces while another hand
  was undoing my belt.
  
  "What're you doing?" I yelled.  "Come on, let me up."  One
  shoe slipped off, and cold hands were reaching inside the
  top of my pants trying to unsnap my jeans.  I tried to bat
  one of the girls on top of me with my arms, but I had no
  leverage.  I tried to roll sideways, but they used fingers
  in my armpits to tickle me into submission.  The other shoe
  came off, and I could feel my zipper going down.  My dick
  had risen to full attention, and I could feel the hand
  lowering my zipper slide across it.
  
  "Oh, his thing is right there!" said Traci.  To emphasize
  her point, she grabbed it through my underpants.  Meanwhile,
  one of the girls sitting on top of me began to unbutton my
  shirt.
  
  "Hey, cut it out!  Please don't do this, I've never done
  anything to you girls."  No luck, my jeans were now being
  pulled down past my knees.
  
  "Oh be quiet.  It's not what you think, we just need
  something.  Then we'll let you go.  It'll only take a
  minute, just like we said."
  
  My jeans came off, and down went my briefs.  All the girls
  gave a little scream as soon as I was exposed.  I could feel
  my dick jerking in time with my pulse.  This was something
  that should be happening to the little kids, not to me. 
  "Hey, come on, I'm an eighth grader.  Can't you do this to a
  little kid?"
  
  As soon as my underwear cleared my ankles, they all jumped
  off me.  I immediately started to stand up, which is what
  they expected, as they then took my shirt, leaving me naked
  except for my socks.  The first girls were already running
  across the soccer field, the girls with my shirt headed off
  at an angle.
  
  "We don't want you to chase us.  Your clothes are up in that
  tree.  By the time you get them, we'll be gone.  And thanks,
  you've really helped us."  I looked in the tree Crystal had
  pointed to, and could see my shoes and pants hanging from a
  branch.  Another girl dropped my shirt in the middle of the
  soccer field.
  
  I actually started to run after them anyway, but as soon as
  I reached the edge of the trees I stopped and remembered
  that I was totally naked. "Damn" I thought.  "Just when
  things were going so well, I get stripped by girls!  How am
  I ever going to live this down?"
  
  I walked back to the tree.  My pants were just beyond reach,
  but my shoes came down easily.  I needed to put them on in
  order to climb the tree to get my pants.  Good thing I could
  climb trees, I don't know what I would have done otherwise. 
  I decided I had better get a move on, this area was used by
  a lot of kids, and eighth grader or not, if I got caught out
  here with my pants up a tree, I'd be playing hide-and-seek
  for them until after dark.
  
  
  Part 2: Tom and Kurt
  
  It took five minutes to get out to the branch that held my
  pants.  A sharp stick poked me in the balls, but didn't tear
  the skin, thank God.  Finally I got them down.  I looked all
  around for my underpants, but couldn't find them.  Again, I
  though about being found out here without pants, and started
  pulling my jeans on over my shoes.  I wasted more time
  struggling with them; finally I realized that I wasn't going
  to get them on over my shoes.  But now I couldn't get them
  back off over my shoes either.
  
  As I sat back down on the ground to work at getting them
  off, a stick poked my bottom.  I jumped back up swearing at
  it.
  
  "What're you doing out here without your pants on?  Did the
  big kids take them?  They did that to me out here once and
  threw them up in a tree."
  
  I knew I had been taking too long.  I looked around and saw
  a boy that I guessed was about 11 years old.  "Ya, the big
  kids did it to me, and now I've got them stuck over my
  shoes.  Help me pull them off, okay?"
  
  He bent over and grabbed the bottom of my jeans and began
  pulling as hard as he could.  "How come your thing is hard?"
  
  I had forgotten about that.  Before I could think up a
  suitable answer, I heard another voice.  This one I
  recognized, and knew I now had a new problem.  "Run!" I said
  to the kid who had been helping me.
  
  He stood and ran, but only got four steps before one of
  Kurt's friends grabbed him.  Kurt Rasner had been my
  tormentor since we were in fourth grade.  He had been set
  back twice, so he was 11 then and I was 9.  Now we were both
  eighth graders, but he was 15 to my 13, and much bigger than
  me.
  
  "Well, well, things are really getting bad when sixth
  graders are depantsing eighth graders.  Jack, help him off
  with those jeans."
  
  I stood up ready to defend myself, but tripped over the
  jeans that were still bound up with my shoes and fell flat
  on my face.  My ankles were raised and I slid about 2 feet
  across the ground on my balls before my jeans finally came
  free of my shoes.  Before I could get up, by shoes were
  pulled off too, and then, just for good measure, my socks as
  well.  Now I really was completely naked.  At least my fear
  of Kurt had caused my erection to subside.
  
  I looked over at the boy who had been trying to help me; the
  other boys were just finishing up removing his clothes.  He
  was trying hard to hold back tears, but was not being very
  successful.  I didn't blame him, I felt like crying too.
  
  "Now, we wouldn't want anything to happen to these here
  clothes, so I'll tell you what we'll do.  I'll put them in
  the back seat of my brother's truck, which is over at the
  high school.  It's a black '92 Chevy Blazer.  But school
  lets out at 3:45, so you had better get there before he
  leaves, or you'll have to come to my house to get them."
  
  He and the other boys took off running with our clothes. 
  Without shoes, there was no way we could keep up.  I slowed
  to a walk.  The boy now had tears dripping off his chin. 
  "Hey, what's your name?"
  
  "Tommy.  I mean Tom.  My name is Tom."
  
  "Well, Tom, try and hang in there.  This'll work out
  somehow.  But we need to move a little faster.  Can you
  speed up some?"
  
  "I'll try, but it really hurts my feet.  Are we going to
  have to go home naked?  I've got sisters, and I don't want
  them to see me."
  
  "I'm gonna try and get our clothes back.  When we get close
  to the school, you stay hidden.  I'll run and try and find
  our clothes, and when I do, I'll bring you yours and then
  walk you home.  Okay?"  At least the tears had slowed down. 
  I was already going to be real late meeting Mike; I might as
  well get this kid home safe.
  
  "Would you really do that for me?  Or will you just get your
  clothes and leave mine in the car?  After all, I've seen you
  pick on other kids.  I don't want to have to go to that
  kid's house."
  
  "I really will bring your clothes back to you.  I have
  picked on kids, but that's what eighth graders do.  But
  you've been picked on enough today.  Besides, you were
  trying to help me, so I'll help you.  And I can run faster
  than you, that's why I'll go.  But I promise you, if I find
  the Blazer, I'll bring your clothes to you."  By now, we had
  reached the border of the trees with the high school.  I
  looked out into the parking lot, trying to spot a black
  Blazer.  Unfortunately, I wasn't real sure exactly what a
  Blazer looked like.  Tom solved that problem for me.
  
  "There's one, over there, and it's black."
  
  I looked where he was pointing, and saw a black SUV.  It
  didn't look anything like what I though a Blazer would look
  like.  "Are you sure that's a Blazer Tom?"
  
  "Ya, my dad has one."
  
  That was good enough for me.  Reminding Tom to stay in
  place, I headed as fast as I could go across the field
  towards the parking lot.  About the same time I stepped on
  pavement, I heard the bell ring, and kids started pouring
  out.  I tried to move faster.
  
  So far, only a few high school kids were entering the
  parking lot.  Most of those that saw me just laughed, but a
  few pointed me out to other kids.  My cheeks were burning
  bright red as I made my way to the Blazer.  Just before I
  got there, I saw someone who bore a resemblance to Kurt get
  in.  I started moving faster, but the Blazer started backing
  out.  I changed direction, hoping to cut off the Blazer
  before it could leave the parking lot.
  
  The only thing that saved me was that so many people were
  trying to leave at once that the Blazer had to stop for
  traffic.  Just before it was free to move, I stepped out
  from behind a car and jumped right in front of it.  The
  driver looked surprised, and then started telling me to get
  out of his way.  I stepped around to the side and he started
  forward, so I climbed up on the running board.
  
  "What the hell are you doing?"
  
  "I'm looking for my clothes.  Your brother hid them in
  here."
  
  "Get the hell off of here.  I don't have your clothes, and I
  don't have a brother.  Now GET DOWN!"  He gave me a gently
  push, not enough to knock me off, but enough to let me know
  he could.  I stepped off the running board and he sped away.
  
  Horns were honking all around me, and I was the subject of
  several catcalls and worse.  My dick was rising towards full
  hard again.  Dejected, and not sure what to do, I started to
  head back to the woods.  As I looked for a way through the
  crazy mix of cars, I spotted another black Blazer.  Ignoring
  the traffic as much as I could, I ran towards it.  As I
  approached, the back door opened.  Kurt and a girl were in
  the back, and a second girl was sitting behind the wheel.
  
  "Nice job.  Very nice, you're much braver than I guessed.  I
  forgot, you didn't have to hurry my brother has track
  practice tonight.  He won't be leaving for hours yet.  But
  don't leave, come inside and we'll go for a ride."
  
  I looked inside, but didn't see my clothes and started
  looking back towards the woods.
  
  "Oh no, don't leave.  My associates are up there.  I figured
  you'd leave the kid.  Now get in here."
  
  
  Part 3: Parking Lots and Fire Drills
  
  I could hear one of the girls telling him to leave me alone,
  but at this point I was more worried about Tom.  "Leave Tom
  alone.  You've got me, I'm thoroughly embarrassed, what more
  do you want?"  I got in the back seat and Kurt and the girl
  moved so that I was between them.  The third girl started
  the truck up and pulled out into traffic.
  
  "I don't think we've scratched the surface of thoroughly
  embarrassed yet, but I'll make this short.  Where are your
  underpants?"
  
  "What?" was all I could say.
  
  "It's a simple question.  You should know that the longer
  you delay, the worse it is for Tom.  And for you.  So once
  again, where are your underpants?"
  
  What was all this about my underpants?  "I don't know.  Why
  on earth do you care about my underpants?"
  
  "I don't.  She wants them.  You're name is Jon, isn't it? 
  You weren't wearing them, they weren't in the clothes I took
  from you, and they weren't anywhere around the tree.  So
  where are they?"
  
  I looked at the girl he had indicated.  She looked about my
  age, and she was staring at my dick.  I covered it up with
  my hands.  "Some girls in my class took them."
  
  "Holy shit, you call yourself an eighth grader?  Girls took
  them?  Boy, are you in trouble."
  
  "Where's my clothes, and why all this interest in my
  underpants?"  I was getting very close to tears now,
  understanding how Tom had felt.  Tom, that reminded me, Kurt
  said something about Tom being in for more trouble.
  
  "Your clothes are in the dumpster behind our school.  Until
  my friends hear from me, they will keep telling Tom what
  they are going to do to him.  They will scare him very much. 
  As long as you're doing what you're told, Tom is relatively
  safe, only he doesn't know that, so he's scared and getting
  more scared by the minute.  This will all end as soon as you
  can produce a pair of your underpants to Tammy here."
  
  Tammy I knew that name.  She was in my grade at school. 
  This was getting worse.  Tammy whispered something to Kurt.
  
  "Okay, so somebody beat her to it.  Here's how you can save
  Tom.  First, Tammy wants you to show her your dick.  So
  bring it out where she can see it.  Point out its best
  features, show her everything about it.  Do a good job, and
  I'll tell you the second thing she wants before Tom runs out
  of time.
  
  This was bad.  I lifted my hands from my groin.  I tried to
  talk, but no words would come out.
  
  "No, you aren't doing well enough.  Get it up here where she
  can see it.  Show it off, talk about it.  Show her what
  happens when you rub it.  You're running out of time."
  
  I rose up higher off the seat, pointing my dick towards her
  face.  "This, um, this is my dick."  I paused, not sure what
  to say, and not wanting to say anything.  I noticed that the
  truck was heading towards the shopping center.  The though
  of being naked caused me to cover up my groin with my hands
  again.
  
  "Poor Tom, left alone with just my friends to torment him. 
  He'll probably die of fright there and all because you
  aren't proud of your dick.  Here's the deal.  From now on,
  every time you cover your dick, this takes longer and gets
  worse.  Every time me or one of the girls tell you to do
  something, you do it immediately or I'll get bored and call
  my friends and tell them to tie up Tom over by the projects.
  
  "I don't know what you want."
  
  "I want you to show her everything about your dick where the
  most sensitive spots are on it, how big it is, how often you
  measure it.  Tell her what you think about when you beat
  off, and show her how it works.
  
  This was getting worse.  I had to find a way to do this.  At
  least next year when I have to take public speaking, it
  won't be as bad as this.  I gave it my best try.
  
  "This is my dick.  Its four and three-quarters inches long. 
  The top is really sensitive, especially along the bottom
  right here.  When I beat off, umm, I guess I think about
  girls."  I was just ready to start to rub it when she
  reached over and ran her fingernail along the spot I had
  said was most sensitive.  My dick jumped wildly, and I
  nearly shot right then and there.  I reached down to block
  her hand from touching me.
  
  "Uh, uh, uh, there'll be none of that."  Kurt took my arms
  and pulled them away.  "Now I told you it would get worse. 
  I'm feeling a little lonely.  I want you to walk over to
  that car there and invite the driver over."
  
  The truck had parked in a fairly empty area of the shopping
  center.  There was one car where Kurt was indicating.  "And
  I want you to WALK, with your arms at you side.  If you run,
  or if you cover up, we'll drive off."  Kurt opened his door
  and got out, pulling me out with him.
  
  I was very naked, with the hardest erection I had ever had,
  standing in the middle of a parking lot with cars driving
  by.  No one seemed to have noticed me, so I walked quickly
  over to the car.  As I approached, the window came down. 
  Inside was another girl.
  
  "Kurt asked me to invite you over."
  
  The girl couldn't stop giggling.  Without a word, she rolled
  up the window and got out, locking the car.  We walked back
  to the Blazer together.  Kurt got in the front seat, and I
  got in back between the two girls.  
  
  "Very good" Kurt said.  "You did just what I asked.  This is
  Donna, and Donna, this is Jon and that's Tammy.  Jon was
  just about to show Tammy how he plays with himself."
  
  I started to rub it again, but again Tammy grabbed my hand. 
  "You said you think of girls when you play with it.  Who
  specifically do you think of?"
  
  "Um, sometimes Xena, and sometimes Traci."  The truck pulled
  out of the parking lot.
  
  "Traci Goldstein?" asked the second girl, whom I had nearly
  forgot about.  All I could do was mumble a weak "Yes."
  
  "Oh, wait until I tell her I watched you beat off thinking
  about her."
  
  Those words did it more than anything else.  I could feel my
  balls heave, and tightened my grip.  My stomach twisted, and
  I shot loads of cum.
  
  The truck moved through town and back in the direction of
  school. But before we got there, we pulled into a small
  county park.
  
  "Jon, do you know what a fire drill is?" asked Kurt.
  
  "I think so," I answered apprehensively.
  
  "Tell you what, we're going to practice it here.  When you
  hear me call it out I want you to get out, walk around the
  truck, and get back in.  That's all there is to it, okay?"
  
  We continued driving through the park until Kurt pointed to
  a space next to a basket ball hoop where 3 boys of about 10
  years old were shooting hoops.  As we pulled in, Kurt yelled
  "Fire drill!"
  
  I started out towards the back of the truck and noticed the
  boys shooting baskets hadn't noticed me yet, but as I came
  around the front the hysterical laughter coming from inside
  the car attracted their attention.  As they looked at me, my
  mortification increased and I covered up my groin without
  thinking
  
  "Look, they're making that kid run around naked" called one
  of the boys, and they all came running over to get a better
  look.  As I came back to the door and reached to get in, I
  found it locked.
  
  "I warned you about covering up, now didn't I?" asked Kurt
  through the window.  "Now I want you to go over and play a
  game of pig with them.  If you can beat all three, you can
  get back in, but if you get a pig then they can decide what
  to do with you."
  
  In stunned disbelieve I slowly followed the boys back onto
  the court.  "This is going to be so cool" said one of them
  as he flipped me the ball.  "You shoot first."
  
  Two of the boys were not good shooters, and even though I'm
  too embarrassed to shoot well, both of them are quickly
  eliminated.  The third boy, however, is good, and it's my
  shot as both of us have a "PI" from missing the other's
  shot.  I decided to try and find his range so I moved out
  behind the foul line and sunk an easy jumper.
  
  "Too easy" he says, and puts it through with the ball
  touching nothing but net.  I moved back 10 feet and sunk
  another.
  
  "Getting harder" he says, putting it off the backboard and
  into the net.  "But not hard enough to beat me."
  
  I'm getting desperate, knowing that somebody is bound to
  drive through the park eventually.  I moved back 15 feet
  further and shot again.  The ball hit the front of the rim
  and rebounded right to him.
  
  The boy grabbed the ball in the air and ran under the net,
  tossing it up over his head and behind him as he passed. 
  The ball rolled around the hoop two times before falling in. 
  I've never even tried a shot like that.
  
  "Stand right over there, and I'll toss you the ball just
  like I caught it," he said, pointing to where he started.  I
  moved to the spot and caught the ball, took two steps under
  the basket and flipped it up over my head.
  
  I didn't need to turn around; the loud yells of joy from the
  three boys told me I had missed.  Kurt and Tammy got out of
  the truck and congratulated the boys.  "What do you want to
  do with him?" asked Tammy.
  
  The three boys held a short conference.  After reaching a
  consensus the one who had made the winning shot said "We
  want to spank him until he cries."
  
  "Sounds good to me" said Kurt.  He led me over to the front
  of the truck and had me stand on the bumper with my hands on
  the hood.  That left my backside sticking out in the air.
  
  The boys took turns slapping my ass with their hands.  It
  was getting sore and starting to burn, but I was determined
  not to let a bunch of 10-year olds make me cry.  The boys
  were also getting tired and bored.
  
  "I don't think you're getting through to him.  Try this" I
  heard Kurt say.  I couldn't see what he had handed them, but
  the boys responded with new enthusiasm.
  
  I heard the belt whip through the air just before it hit. 
  The pain was more than I was ready for and I jumped up on
  the hood.
  
  Kurt pulled me back into position.  "That one doesn't count,
  he moved" Kurt said.
  
  The next one wrapped around my hip and nearly hit my balls. 
  The pain was more than I could withstand, and I let the
  tears flow out to end it.
  
  "Okay, you made him cry" said Kurt.  I started to get up but
  Tammy pushed me down and said "Hold it, the other two still
  get their turn."
  
  The next kid nearly missed, and only the end of the belt
  hit, but it curled between my butt cheeks and hurt even more
  than the others.  I cried out and stood up, but Kurt pushed
  me back down.
  
  "Good one.  Doesn't count though because he moved again."
  
  Somehow I endured two more hits without moving.  The tears
  were now flowing freely down my face.  Kurt grabbed my arm
  and pulled me up in front of the three boys.  "Tell them
  thank you" he told me.
  
  I mumbled a quick thanks to each boy while staring at the
  ground.  They laughed and said, "sure, anytime."
  
  "Hey, what school do you guys go to?" asked Tammy.
  
  "Crestview Junior High, why?" answered the boy who had made
  the winning shot.  "Pierman Elementary" said the other two.
  
  "Crestview, huh" said Kurt.  "Jon here goes to Crestview
  too.  Maybe you'll see him around.  Sure would make a great
  story to tell your friends how you spanked an eighth grader,
  wouldn't it."
  
  "Boy, it sure would, but who would believe us?"
  
  "Tell you what; we'd rather you not tell too many people
  about it as long as Jon here leaves you alone.  But if he
  doesn't do what he is asked to do, then we might ask you to
  tell your friends.  And they'll have no problem believing
  you we'll give you these."
  
  I watched Kurt show them a series of pictures.  There was
  one of each boy slapping me.  I turned and looked at Tammy,
  and saw the Polaroid camera for the first time.
  
  "Okay, Jon, lets get going" Kurt said as he pushed me toward
  the back of the Blazer.  As we left the park and headed back
  towards the school, we were stopped by a school bus coming
  from the other direction letting kids off.  We no more than
  got stopped in front of the bus when Tammy yelled "Fire
  Drill!"  The girls looked at me expectantly but I couldn't
  muster up the courage to get out.  "You'd better get your
  little ass out there right now, Jon, or we're tossing you
  out and taking off!"
  
  Once again, I get out and did the drill.  Obediently I had
  my hands behind my head and made the turn around the front
  of the Blazer just as two high school girls crossed in front
  of the bus towards my side of the road.  They were staring
  and laughing so hard they could barely walk.  As I got to
  the back of the Blazer the door was locked.
  
  "Go stand behind us and salute as the bus drives by" ordered
  Kurt.  Afraid they would drive off and leave me naked on a
  road used by most people leaving the school, I did it.  Loud
  cheers and laughter poured from the bus as it drove by.
  
  "Okay, okay, you've done good.  Now for the second thing you
  need to do to save your friend.  When Tammy here asks for
  you underpants tomorrow, you give them to her, right then on
  the spot.  Got it?"
  
  "You can't be serious.  She could ask anywhere.  I can't
  strip down and  "
  
  "We have plenty of time for some more fun and games if you 
  need more convincing that you are to do what you are told. 
  How would you like to practice a fire drill at the light on
  First and Main?"  I indicated I didn't want to do that. 
  "Then you'd better give you underpants to Tammy when and
  where she asks for them."
  
  By now we had reached my school.  The girl driving pulled
  around back and Kurt opened the door and pushed me out. 
  "Just remember to do what you're told" he said as I walked
  off.
  
  I headed out and went towards the trees, hoping I would find
  Tom soon.  As I got closer, I could here him sniffle.
  
  As I walked in, I saw that Tom's arms were tied to a branch
  just over his head, and he had welts on his back from a
  short rope they had been hitting him with.  "Well, I guess
  that ends the fun" said one of the boys with Tom.
  
  "Not necessarily.  There's no reason we can't tie them both
  up.  I' bet this one would be just as cooperative, once we
  applied the proper persuasion.  What'll you say Randy?"
  
  "I say we'd better do what Kurt told us to do."
  
  With that they left heading back towards where Kurt had
  dropped me off.  It only took a couple of minutes for me to
  have Tom's arms freed.  Tom was very glad to see me again.
  
  "I tried to call you and say they had our clothes up here,
  but you couldn't hear.  They threw them in the dumpster over
  there.  How could you do that run naked through the parking
  lot like that?  Man, I couldn't have done it."
  
  He finally ran out of words and we walked over to the
  dumpster, which was in a fenced-in area.  Kurt and his
  friends had already driven out.  I tried the gate, but it
  was locked.  We'd have to climb the fence, which would be
  easy with clothes and shoes on, but not while naked.
  
  I was half way up when I heard Mike's voice behind me.
  
  "What the hell are you two doing playing around here dressed
  like that?"
  
  "Don't even ask."  I climbed back down.  "Please climb over
  and get our clothes for us."  Mike and I had been good
  friends for years.
  
  It wasn't long before we were dressed again.  Mike
  apologized for not being able to find my underpants, and I
  didn't bother to tell him they weren't in the dumpster.  We
  walked Tom to his house, and then headed over to Tim's
  house.  Mike asked a couple of questions, but when I didn't
  give answers he backed off, knowing I would talk about it
  when I was ready.


  
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