Undies for Sale Parts 4-6 (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 4: Taking Orders
  
  Once we got to Tim's house, I headed towards the shower
  while my dumpster-smelling clothes headed towards the
  washing machine.  Tim loaned me a pair of underwear (so now
  I wouldn't have to steal them), and once everything was
  clean they wanted to hear the story.  I told them all of it
  except for how it started, and let them believe that it was
  just the bigger boys picking on the smaller boys again.  I
  also neglected to tell them that I was expected to hand over
  my (Tim's actually) underpants tomorrow in school.  I still
  had no idea how to handle that problem.
  
  We talked about it until Tim's parents got home, and then
  had dinner.  By the time the dishes were put away and
  homework was done we only had an hour to talk before it was
  time to go to bed.  Both boys wanted to hear again and again
  how I had to talk about my dick.  They wanted to hear what I
  said, but I couldn't repeat it again.  All three of us were
  sporting boners by the time it was time for bed.
  
  The next day as school, I couldn't concentrate on anything. 
  I kept watching for Tammy, hoping to not actually see her,
  and trying to avoid meeting Traci.  It finally happened just
  before lunch.  I was walking down the hall with Tim when
  Tammy struck her head out the door to the girls' rest room
  and said, "Get in here."
  
  "I can't go in there, that's  " Before I could finish my
  sentence, she grabbed hold of my belt and pulled me in. 
  There were three other girls standing around.
  
  "Okay, hand them over."
  
  I hesitated.  A few times during strip poker with my friends
  I had to strip down while they watched, and that was
  embarrassing, but they were boys.  I couldn't start in front
  of girls.
  
  "You've got till the count of ten, or I tell Kurt.  One."
  
  I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt.
  
  "Oh, God, he's really gonna do it!" said one of the girls.
  
  "Two."  I dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. 
  "Three."  I couldn't move, my dick was starting to rise.
  
  "Four.  Five.  Six.  Seven."  I was running out of time, and
  didn't want to face Kurt again.  I hooked my thumbs inside
  the waistband of my underpants and slid them down.  The
  other girls all cheered and giggled.
  
  "Eight."  As I slid them over my feet, they hung up on the
  ankles.  I nearly fell as I tried to step out of them. 
  "Nine."
  
  Oh god, I thought, not again.  I regained my balance and
  stepped out of the underwear.  Just as Tammy counted ten, I
  handed them to her.  I bent to get my pants, but she kicked
  them back behind me.
  
  "You were too slow.  Give these girls the same show you gave
  me, only this time, you're going to complete it.  Tomorrow
  we'll try this again, but you'll only have until the count
  of five, so you had better practice."
  
  I started to mumble something about my dick.  While I
  talked, I turned to look and see where my pants had ended
  up.
  
  "Stop.  You'd better do it better than you did yesterday. 
  If you turn and look for you pants before I tell you to get
  dressed, I'll take them and hide them somewhere outside. 
  And take your shirt off too.  I want you naked for this."
  
  I removed my shirt as I heard one of the girls saying "I
  can't believe he's doing this."  Tammy took my shirt from my
  hands.
  
  "This is my penis.  Its four and a half inches long.  The
  most  "  She interrupted me again.
  
  "Yesterday it was four and three-quarters inches long. 
  Which is it?"
  
  "Four and a half.  I re-measured it last night" I lied.
  
  "When you're done, I'm going to measure it.  If it's not
  four and a half, you'll be going out that door.  And take
  your socks off, I said I wanted you naked."
  
  I was getting flustered.  I hadn't measured my dick in a
  month, and had no idea how long it really was.  My dick was
  throbbing and bouncing, and the girls were laughing.  I
  almost fell down taking off my socks, which brought out some
  more laughter.  I tried again.  The most sensitive  "  Once
  again, Tammy interrupted me.
  
  "I lost track of where you were.  Start again at the
  beginning."
  
  I started again.  This time, she let me finish without
  interrupting.  At the end, she came over with a ruler and
  stuck it under my dick. "You are indeed lucky, I'd call it
  four and 5/16 inches."
  
  I rubbed off, shooting into my hand.  Tammy walked over and
  picked up my pants and handed them to me, along with the
  rest of my clothes.
  
  "Tomorrow I expect a better performance.  And I want instant
  reaction to orders when me or any of my friends tell you to
  do something.  If not, we'll keep this up until you can get
  it right."
  
  I was starting to think that this was worse then the threat
  Kurt had made, and told her that maybe tomorrow I wouldn't
  play at all.
  
  "That would be too bad.  One, I tell Kurt.  Two, the
  pictures get spread around school.  And three," she walked
  over to a stall door and pushed it open.  Inside was Tom,
  completely naked.  "Next time, he suffers along with you."
  
  "Please don't let them do what they said they would,
  please!" said Tom.  How did I ever get hooked up with him I
  wondered?  Then I remembered, he had stopped to help me.
  
  I looked at Tammy and said "tomorrow I'll do better."
  
  When we left, my friends were still in the hall, and of
  course, wanted to know hat happened.  I bent over to talk to
  Tom.
  
  "Are you going to tell on them Tom?" I asked.
  
  "I was thinking about it, but they would really get you bad
  if I did."
  
  "They already have, and they will again, but it won't be as
  bad if you don't tell.  But you do what you need to.  If you
  want to tell, I won't be mad at you no matter what they do
  to me.  And I'll do what they want to protect you tomorrow,
  but someday, they'll ask me to do something I just can't do. 
  And if you're still there and in danger, then they will get
  you and me, and I just can't protect you.  I'm sorry."
  
  "It's not your fault.  I'm not gonna tell.  They said if you
  do really good they'd leave me alone for good.  So please
  try and do good tomorrow, okay?  I've got two sisters in
  this school and I don't want them to see me."
  
  "Okay, I'll try."
  
  I spent lunch trying to tell my friends what had happened,
  but again, leaving out that she kept my underpants.  They
  both kept asking what I had done to piss her off, but even I
  didn't know the answer to that.  I told them that tomorrow
  it was going to happen again, and I had promised Tom I would
  protect him.  Mike immediately said he'd stand by and back
  me up, and Tim agreed.  That's why we're friends I guess.
  
  After school that day I didn't even make it to the bike rack
  before I was gang-tackled.  This time it was a mixed crowd
  of boys and girls, mostly 6th and 7th graders.  I didn't
  have a chance.  My pants were off before I even knew what
  had happened.
  
  "Shit, we're too late, someone else got them first."  With
  that, they dropped me and ran off.  I quickly pulled my
  pants back on, completely confused as to what was going on. 
  All I knew was that I was getting pantsed more times than a
  sixth grade troublemaker, and I didn't do anything to
  deserve it.  I needed to find a way to end this.
  
  The next day, I decided to put an extra pair of underpants
  in my pants pocket. It was a good plan, anyway.  I was first
  jumped along the street leading to school.  Five kids, three
  girls and two boys, pulled me off my bike and behind some
  shrubs.  I was pinned down while my pants and underpants
  were removed.  Then they through my pants out onto the
  sidewalk and ran off laughing.  I was able to reach out and
  grab my pants before anyone saw me.  I pulled the extra pair
  of underpants out of my pocket and re-dressed.
  
  Once I got to school, I decided to find Mike or Tim right
  away and tell them what was going on.  I needed their help
  to keep from getting jumped.  As I looked for them, I was
  pulled backwards into a girl's bathroom and thrown against a
  wall.
  
  "Strip" was the only command spoken.
  
  I looked around, but Tammy wasn't there this time.  I wasn't
  sure what to do if this was her test and I didn't' respond,
  then Tom and I would both suffer.  I began by kicking off my
  shoes, then my socks.
  
  "Don't worry about that stuff, get to the good part."  The
  bathroom had seven girls in it, several from my grade.
  
  I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders,
  letting it fall to the floor.  I undid my belt, looking
  around for Tammy or Tom.  As my pants fell to the floor, I
  bent over and peeked under all the stall doors while pulling
  my pants off my legs.  No sign of him or Tammy.  I paused,
  standing there in my underwear.
  
  "Come on, finish it."  The girls were crowding in closer. 
  This didn't seem right.  I reached for my pants, but the
  girls quickly grabbed my underpants and pulled them down.  I
  grabbed them and tried to pull them back up.  It looked like
  I was going to win when one of the girls grabbed my balls
  and squeezed.  A loud moan escaped my mouth.
  
  "Let go" was all she said, still holding onto my balls.  I
  let go of my underpants and allowed the girls to slide them
  off over my feet.  The girls ohhed and ahhed while I stood
  there completely naked.  One of the youngest looking girls
  grabbed my dick and ran her fingers over the head.  I
  shuddered from the intense feeling.
  
  "We've got his underpants, what should we do with him now?"
  
  I think we should throw him out in the hall naked'" said the
  girl who had rubbed my dick.
  
  "I think we should just get out of here before someone else
  comes in."  The rest of the girls shared that idea.  I was
  hoping they would leave, school would be filling up quickly
  now, and every second increased the chances of someone else
  entering the bathroom.  As the girls filed out, I saw one
  eye my jeans.  I knew what she had in mind, and moved fast. 
  She grabbed them and headed towards the door, but I was able
  to cut her off and take them back from her.  She just
  giggled and ran out.
  
  I redressed as quickly as I could and stepped out of the
  bathroom.  A round of laughter went up when the kids in the
  hall saw a boy leaving the girls room, but after what I had
  been through, it was easy to ignore.  Right now, I had to
  find Mike and Tim.
  
  Because of the time I had spent in the bathroom, I didn't
  see them before class started, and by the time I entered, it
  was too late to talk.  I knew I wouldn't be able to
  concentrate too well today either.  The day dragged by, and
  at each break I dreaded leaving the classroom, afraid of
  what might happen.  But I had to keep my promise to Tom.
  
  At lunch a kid came over and asked if I was Jon.  When I
  said yes, he gave me a note that said to be in the woods
  beyond the bike rack at 3:30 today.  I knew what that would
  mean to Tom if I didn't show.  I decided to tell Mike and
  Tim the whole story.
  
  "We'll help.  There's no bunch of girls that can beat us!"
  said Mike, with Tim in agreement.
  
  "Maybe not, but they're backed up by Kurt and some girls who
  are old enough to drive.  If you're there with me, then
  there won't be anyone around to help after they're gone, and
  I'm guessing that I may need some help."
  
  I also knew I needed underpants again.  Once again, Tim came
  through.  We went to the boy's room and got stalls next to
  each other.  A few seconds later, Tim passed his briefs
  under the wall, and I got dressed again.
  
  The rest of the day dragged on and on.  I saw Tom, and he
  had gotten the same message as I had.  I asked him what
  would happen if he just didn't show up, and he said that
  they told him yesterday that not doing what he was told
  would be a lot worse than following orders.  He didn't know
  what they meant, but he was frightened.  "As long as all
  they do is make me take my clothes off, I can handle that. 
  But I'm afraid they may do other things.  So I'll show up
  and when they tell me to strip, I'll strip.  I get set free
  if you do what she tells you, that's what they told me."
  
  When school let out at 3:10, I had twenty minutes to kill. 
  The longest twenty minutes of my life, I think.  Once again,
  I got dragged into a girl's bathroom.  There were easily 10
  or 12 girls in there.
  
  Before they could even say anything, I told them "I don't
  have any underpants; they were taken from me this morning." 
  I tried to turn towards the door, but was blocked.  Dozens
  of arms pulled me back into the center of the room.
  
  "We don't believe you, show us."
  
  "Its true, they were taken right in this room."  I looked
  around, and saw the same small girl who had wanted to throw
  me out naked.  "You were here, you know I don't have any
  underpants on, tell them."
  
  "I don't know what you're talking about.  How would I know
  whether or not you had undies on?"  She lied well.
  
  The girls attacked.  Arms ripped at my shirt, tearing off
  two buttons before it was pulled over my head.  My jeans
  came off, and then the underpants.  They took my shoes and
  socks as well.  I was getting used to the sound a group of
  girls make when they're stripping a boy.  It wasn't a sound
  I liked.
  
  "I thought you didn't have any underpants.  You lied to us. 
  Girls, what should we do?"
  
  The younger girl was ready to repeat her request from this
  morning, but I could see the surprise on her face when she
  found out I really was wearing underpants.  I decided to cut
  her off before anyone came up with any ideas.
  
  "I'm already scheduled to be punished; in fact I'm nearly
  late now.  You can all come and watch.  Its being done by a
  girl named Tammy."
  
  "Tammy!  She's ahead of us.  But she can be trouble."
  
  "Ya, but how do we know he's telling the truth?  Let him go
  to his punishment naked."  You had to admire that younger
  girl, she had persistence.  But I really was starting to run
  late.  Another few minutes and I would run back to the woods
  naked.  Better to deny her chance to watch me strip then to
  be late.
  
  Just then I felt something warm drip on my legs.
  
  "Oh look, he's peeing" said one of the girls.
  
  "That's not pee, that's something else.  I know what to do
  now.  Make it shoot, Jon."  Oh shit, I thought, she knows my
  name.  This will be all over school.
  
  I grabbed my dick and started stroking, knowing that time
  was at a premium.  It only took a couple of seconds before I
  shot a tiny wad of cum.   The girls all enjoyed the show
  tremendously, but they allowed me to get my jeans and shirt
  back on which mattered most to me.  I put my socks in my
  pockets and pulled my shoes on my bare feet while the girls
  all ran out laughing.  All but one the younger girl hung
  back.
  
  "Where'd you get the underpants?"
  
  "From a friend.  I needed them."
  
  "So this Tammy girl is really gonna punish you?"
  
  I didn't want to respond, but it was clear she was going to
  follow me anyway.  "Ya, well, it's not really punishment. 
  Its sorta something else I don't understand, but, yes, she
  is going to make me do stuff."
  
  "Like run around naked?"
  
  "I don't think so; we did that a couple of days ago.  I
  think she has other plans.  I don't know what they are, but
  I've got about a minute to find out.  I can see you're going
  to follow.  What's your name?"
  
  "I'm Allyson Hays.  I'm in sixth grade here.  You can call
  me Ally.  Where did she make you run naked?"
  
  "At the park.  But right now, I need to get up to the woods. 
  Let's go."  I could tell how jealous she was that she missed
  the show.
  
  I didn't care if she could keep up or not, I ran at top
  speed to the woods.  Tammy was looking at her watch as I ran
  in, out of breath.  Allyson came up a few seconds behind me. 
  We were right on the edge of the woods, just deep enough to
  keep from being seen from the field.  There were six girls
  (seven, now that Ally was here) and Tom.  Tom was still
  dressed, and was just standing there staring at the ground.
  
  Part 5:  Tammy and Ally give the orders
  
  "Not a second to spare.  Who's this, your girlfriend?" asked
  Tammy when Allyson showed up right behind me.
  
  Before I could speak, Ally answered for herself.  "I'm Ally. 
  I know him," she said, pointing at me," and you three girls. 
  I came to see what you do to him that makes him obey so
  well."
  
  "What do you mean, 'makes him obey'?" Tammy asked.
  
  "This morning, a bunch of girls pulled him into a bathroom
  and ordered him to strip.  And without even hesitating or
  arguing, he began taking off his clothes.  I didn't think
  anyone could get a boy to do that, and I want to learn how
  it's done."
  
  "Well, you've come to the right place.  This is just what
  I've been teaching these girls here.  But tell me, did he
  strip completely, or did he fail to follow directions?"
  
  "He got down to his underwear, but then he stopped and we
  had to force them from him."
  
  "Well, that won't happen here, will it Jon.  Go ahead, Ally,
  tell him to strip."
  
  As soon as Allyson gave me the command, I immediately kicked
  off my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head.  Without even
  slowing down, I undid my jeans and stepped out of them.  I
  stood there with my hands in front of my groin.
  
  "What?  No underpants for me?  Where are they?"
  
  "Some friends of hers took them" I answered, indicating
  Ally.
  
  Ally added the whole story.  "A group of girls I saw in the
  girl's bathroom took them this morning.  Then another group
  stripped him again this afternoon, and he had another pair
  on and they took that pair.  I asked him where he got the
  second pair, and he said a friend had given them to him."
  
  "What's this friend's name?"  Tammy was looking right at me. 
  I didn't want to get these girls started on Tim, so I
  remained quiet.  Tammy waited for about ten seconds and then
  looked at Ally.
  
  "This one still needs more work, he didn't answer a
  question.  But if you want to practice your skills, Ally,
  that boy back there is primed and ready.  Try him out."
  
  Ally seemed to notice Tom for the first time.  Her whole
  face lit up.  I tried to correct for my earlier mistake and
  told Tammy that it was Tim Surrey who gave me fresh
  underpants, but she wasn't paying attention.  All the girls
  had their attention focused on Ally and Tom.
  
  "Look at me" she commanded Tom.  Tom raised his face and
  looked in her eyes.  "I want you to watch me watching you. 
  If you look down, I'm going to have to punish you, do you
  understand?"
  
  Tom looked over at me, which was a big mistake.  I couldn't
  provide any help for him.
  
  "NOT AT HIM you simpleton.  LOOK AT ME!  Just like you stare
  at Ms Garcia's tits all day in school.  Now I want you to
  strip, slowly."
  
  Tom turned bright red, but, while keeping his eyes pointed
  at Ally's face, he began to remove his shirt.  Stripping in
  front of girls is very difficult, as I well knew.  But so
  far, no one from my homeroom had seen me, only girls that I
  occasionally saw in school.  I imagined it was far more
  difficult to do this with a girl who was going to sit next
  to you much of the day.  At last, he lowered his underpants.
  
  "Is that all the bigger thing you've got?  You look like a
  girl.  You even act like a girl.  In fact, tonight you're
  going to come over to my house, and I'm going to dress you
  like a girl.
  
  "No, please.  She promised that if Jon did as he was told
  that I could go.  This isn't fair."
  
  Tammy clapped her hands together.  "Very good, Ally.  The
  boys have been pushing us girls around for years, and its
  time we began to fight back.  But I did promise him he could
  leave, and I'll ask you to respect my promise."
  
  Ally looked like her puppy had just died.  "But he stares at
  all the woman teachers; can't he be punished for that?"
  
  "Well, I suppose.  What do you have in mind?"
  
  "I'll let him leave, but he has to go home just like he is
  now naked."  She certainly had a real one-track mind.
  
  "No, I don't want to draw attention to us.  That works fine
  in elementary school, but here, if someone sees a boy
  running around naked, they don't ignore it.  And even if he
  doesn't get caught, he'll have to tell when he gets home,
  and then our experiment ends.  What else can you think of?"
  
  I didn't like the idea of being a Ginny pig in a system
  designed to make boys follow a girl's every command.  But
  then, they did get Tom and me to strip on command.  But Ally
  still had ideas.
  
  "I could spank him."
  
  "Yes, but then its over in a few seconds, and there is
  nothing to build on."  Ally looked confused.  I didn't blame
  her; I wasn't following Tammy's meaning either.  Tammy
  looked at the other girls.  "Anyone else have an idea?"
  
  "Jon still needs to make up for not having any underpants
  for us to sell.  Make Tom decide how to punish Jon."
  
  Huh?  They were selling my underpants?  Suddenly I had an
  idea how all this got started.
  
  "Excellent.  You've learned well" Tammy said to the girl who
  had thought this up.  Tammy turned back to Tom.  "Okay, so
  you decide what we do to Jon.  But what ever you suggest, if
  I don't think it's a good idea, then you have to do it. 
  Once you've named a suitable punishment, you can get dressed
  and leave, just like I promised."
  
  Tom obviously didn't like this assignment.  From Tammy's
  point of view, it was perfect.  He had to name my disgrace
  after I had shown up to in order to help him, but if he
  didn't make it bad enough, then he suffered the fate and
  started over.  Tough choice, I didn't envy him.
  
  Tom took his first try.  "You could shove things up his
  butt."  I must have jumped ten feet, and was pretty close to
  running.
  
  "No, all we have here are sharp objects that might cause him
  an injury that would have to be treated by a doctor, and
  then he'd have to tell how it happened.  That won't work;
  you'll have to try again.  But since you failed me this
  time, Ally here can spank you instead."
  
  Ally's face brightened again.  "No, let the other girls
  spank him.  I want to look in his eyes and watch him while
  he gets spanked on the bare butt by girls."
  
  Ally lay down on her back, and had Tom kneel in front of her
  and then bend over until his arms touched the ground next to
  her ears.  That left her looking into his eyes and his butt
  sticking up in the air, a perfect target.  Each of the girls
  came over and gave him two open-hand whacks.  Each made a
  loud slap as the girls hit him.  Tom's tears were dripping
  down along side Allyson's face.  She smiled at him as he
  stood back up.  His backside was a light red color from the
  spanking.
  
  "Okay, now try again.  What's the most suitable punishment
  for Jon here?"
  
  Then Tom came up with the perfect solution.  "Make him tell
  you."
  
  "Make him tell us what?"
  
  "Make him tell you what the worse punishment you could do to
  him is."
  
  Ah shit.  I didn't even want to think about that.  Tom had
  just named the worse thing he could do to me.
  
  "I love it!  I absolutely love it!  You are perfect, Tom. 
  Go ahead and get dressed and get out of here."
  
  Tom looked at me with tears in his eyes as he got dressed. 
  He mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to me.  Well, I was sorry
  too, but that was life.  At least he was safe, and with him
  out of here, the hold the girls had on me was weaker.
  
  When Tom left, Tammy came over to me.  "Tie him" was all she
  said, but it was enough.  The girls went four different
  directions to the nearest trees and pulled a length of rope
  out from behind each one.  I started to run, but was tackled
  by Tammy.  I tried to break her grip, but was already
  outnumbered as the other girls came to help.
  
  My arms and legs were stretched out to the sides as far as
  they could go.  The ropes were biting into my wrists and
  ankles.  I looked around, and this seemed like the moment
  all the girls had been waiting for.  The big show; and it
  featured me, completely helpless.  Even Ally was enjoying
  this; maybe she was thinking that restraints were better
  than naked joggers.
  
  Tammy ran a finger along the bottom of my belly button.  My
  dick pulsed, and I jerked back from the tickling sensation. 
  Tammy then used both hands to tickle me under my armpits.  I
  was bouncing around so hard it was only the ropes on my arms
  that held me up.
  
  "Where is your most ticklish spot?" Tammy asked me in a
  whisper.
  
  I spoke before I could even think.  "Along the bottom of my
  dick and across my balls."
  
  Tammy ran a fingernail where I just described and I nearly
  jumped out of my skin.  My dick was dripping precum on the
  ground, and I needed to shoot, but I couldn't with my arms
  pulled out tight.
  
  Then Tammy stopped and stepped back.  "Okay, you heard what
  Tom said you're punishment is.  So tell us, what's the worse
  thing we could do to you?  And, before you answer, if I
  don't think it's the worse, the tickling will last longer."
  
  I really needed to beat off, so I gave that a try.  "Make me
  beat off in front of you."
  
  "Wrong!  We've already done that.  Girls, help with this,
  but don't rub his penis at all."
  
  I had fingers under each armpit, fingers on my butt.  Two
  girls were sliding a nail down my dick, but not enough to
  let it shoot.  I couldn't breathe as I bounced around.  Each
  time I move to get away from one set of fingers, I moved
  into another.  After a minute, Tammy had them stop.  She
  stepped back and waited until I caught my breath.
  
  "Next time is two minutes.  This can go for quite a while
  you know."
  
  I knew I couldn't stand two minutes of this.  My balls hurt
  from being full of cum.  If I couldn't relieve them, I would
  probably go crazy.  I tried to give some serious thought. 
  Then I remembered Tom, having to strip in front of Ally.  I
  knew what would happen if I told, and didn't want that, so I
  tried to think of something a little less embarrassing.
  
  "You had an idea, but now you're trying to think of
  something else.  Tell me the thought you just had, or the
  tickling starts again."
  
  Boy, could she read minds too?  I blurted out the answer. 
  "Making me strip and talking about my dick in front of some
  of the girls in my homeroom.  Mr. Garrity's class."
  
  Tammy paused a second.  Isn't Tracy Goldstein in your room?"
  
  Oh my God, not her!  "Yes" I said, the embarrassment showing
  in my voice and on my face.
  
  "Then that's it then.  Tomorrow you will be right here.  You
  will strip on command.  You will show each girl the best
  points about your penis.  You will tell each girl your most
  ticklish spot, and then you will beg them to tie you up and
  tickle you.  When they've each had a chance, they'll untie
  you so that you can show them how you abuse yourself.  And
  while you do, you'll say who you think about while you're
  doing it.  And now, before we untie you, there's one thing
  left to take care of."
  
  She pulled a bag out of her purse.  "Here's a safety razor
  and some shaving cream.  Before tomorrow, you are to shave
  yourself.  If I find one hair between your shoulders and
  your knees, I'll have to think of something else to do to
  you."  She dropped the bag down and signed the girls to
  release the ropes.
  
  As soon as I had a hand free, I started to rub off.  Tammy
  made me stop.  "Not until everyone is paying attention. 
  When all the ropes are off, then you'll do it."
  
  I waited until they were all gathered around, and began to
  rub.  It only took two rubs and I spasmed twice and shot the
  biggest wad ever.
  
  "You're probably wondering why you should do this tomorrow. 
  I've let Tom go, and he was why you showed up.  We still
  have the pictures, but by now so many kids know what we've
  done to you that they aren't that big a deal.  So here's a
  new reason.  Tomorrow, I put the word out that Tim wears the
  same size and style underpants as you.  The girls are
  getting good money for every pair of yours they can get, but
  the buyer won't know if they belong to you or to Tim.  So
  he'll start losing his, same as you.  And I happen to live
  just down the street from Tim.  He has a little fort in the
  woods behind his house.  Just the perfect place for us to do
  to him what we just did to you.  Every day, until you pay
  up and I'll be sure and tell him why we're picking on
  him that it's because of you."
  
  So now Tim was going to take Tom's place.  I should have
  guessed; he'd be a safer target for them, less likely to
  tell then a younger boy.  And more fun to torment too.  So
  Mike and Tim and I were going to have to hang out together
  to keep them from attacking him.  But more important, I
  learned where the sudden interest in my underpants had come
  from.  Someone was buying them.  And there was only one
  likely suspect my sister Cheri.  I hadn't helped her when
  she was in an embarrassing situation; in fact, I had made it
  far worse.  And now she was getting back at me again.
  
  The only way I was going to stop this was to tell my
  parents.  But I couldn't let what happened to me go on
  without some payback of my own.  But that would come later. 
  Right now, I had to find Tim and Mike and warn them.
  
  That night I told my parents part of what had been
  happening.  Cheri said I was making it up, but a quick
  search of her room turned up six pairs of boy's underwear,
  including a brand I didn't own.  She then confessed, and got
  in big trouble.  One of the best deals was that she lost her
  television, and my parents decided that I was old enough to
  have one in my room so I got hers.  I had to promise that my
  parents were the only ones to punish Cheri, and of course I
  promised.  But my fingers were crossed.
  
  The next day in school an announcement was made over the PA
  at the beginning of school.  The principal said that there
  were reports of students selling items of clothing not
  belonging to them, and that if any further incidents
  happened, the guilty party would be facing multiple
  detentions.  I buried my head in my hands while the speech
  was read, but as least I got through the day without being
  pantsed.
  
  After school I headed out to the bike rack to meet with Mike
  and Tim.  We were all going to go to my house.
  
  Mike and Tim weren't there yet, but Tammy was waiting on me.
  
  "I thought we had an agreement" she said.
  
  "Its over.  I'm not going to do it.  And if you don't get
  out of here, I'm going to go back in and tell Principle
  Dodd."
  
  "Go tell.  I'll get in trouble, that's true.  But detentions
  don't bother me much.  I just thought you'd like to borrow
  these for a while is all."
  
  She dropped three pairs of underpants on my bike seat.  I
  picked them up and looked at the back the initials MMC were
  on one pair and TS on the other Mike Milton Callahan and Tim
  Surrey.  The third pair was a smaller size.  "Tom's?" I
  asked, holding them out.
  
  "Of course.  I'll give these to you.  The announcement only
  said it was bad to sell them."
  
  "Where are my friends?"
  
  "They're safe.  Ally's guarding them, with Kurt's help.  You
  complete your end of the deal, and I'll tell you where they
  are.  You do really well, and you can save them a lot of
  embarrassment."
  
  It didn't look good.  I could go and tell, but I doubt that
  Tammy would even admit she had seen my friends, let alone
  tell where they were.  The police might get involved, and
  parents would be informed.  Everyone would know that two
  eighth grade boys were taken prisoner by a group of girls;
  all that just to save me from some embarrassment.
  
  "Okay, I'll do it.  But this ends it.  Once I'm done, this
  stops, or I'll tell no matter what happens.  Understand?"
  
  "Yeah, I understand.  As you say, this is the last time,
  unless you cross me sometime.  I can keep my word."
  
  "What about my friends?"
  
  "Do you promise to go through with this, just like we said? 
  No going back, no chickening out?"  I nodded yes.  "Go wait
  in the woods; I'll be up there soon.  I'll bring you're
  friends out with me, they can watch.  When you're done, you
  can all go."
  
  I wasn't sure I could trust her but if she could take out
  Mike and Tim together, then we weren't going to safe anyway. 
  As embarrassing as this was going to be, it looked like it
  could be the end.
  
  I waited up in the woods for them to arrive.  The ropes were
  still tied to the trees, just waiting for me to get bound up
  again.  The waiting was the worse part.  Then I heard
  voices.
  
  "What's this all about, Jon?"  It was Tracy and two other
  girls from my homeroom.  "Some girl said you had something
  to show and tell us.  I hope it's as exciting as the last
  thing you showed me."  She laughed, and turned to whisper to
  the other two girls.  They both began laughing so hard tears
  ran down their face.  This was going to be a lot harder than
  I thought.
  
  Within the next few minutes, ten more girls from my homeroom
  showed up, as well as five boys.  I couldn't imagine why the
  boys were here, but I didn't like it.  Then Tammy and Ally
  showed up with Tim, Mike, and Tom.
  
  Part 6: The Punishment
  
  Tammy called everyone into a circle and said "Let the show
  begin.  Jon here has something to show you, and a few
  requests to make to you.  And I've invited a few boys here
  just to show how much control I can yield.  When Jon's done,
  if any of you boys want to keep on picking on the girls, you
  can expect to face what he has to do.  But feel free to join
  in you'll probably never get another chance to pick on and
  tease a boy like you will today.  But now, here's Jon."
  
  Everyone was staring at me, not sure what was going to
  happen.  I had been expecting to be told what to do, which
  would have made it easier.  Instead, I was being forced to
  perform in what looked like free will rather than by threat.
  
  Well, I knew what was expected of me.  I kicked off my shoes
  and pulled off my socks, then stood up and began unbuttoning
  my shirt.  "All of you know me, of course.  I've been asked
  to show you my body, and tell you some things about me that
  you didn't know.  Then there will be the hands-on part,
  finally, a bit of real embarrassment."
  
  Giggles from all around.  Even the boys were paying close
  attention.  Not that any of them were gay, but if I were in
  the audience, I'd be watching too.  My shirt was off, and I
  hesitated at my belt.  I looked to Tammy, and she mouthed
  "Just do it" to me.  I undid my jeans and let them drop.
  
  "Oh god, I can't believe this!  This is too much."  Most of
  the girls were crowding closer.
  
  "Why are you doing this?" asked one of the boys.
  
  I started to say "because I have to" but I looked at Tammy
  and she was shaking her head no.  That meant that I couldn't
  blame her.  "Because I've been rude to girls most of my life
  and now its time for me to pay for it."
  
  Again I paused, and then stepped out of my jeans.  Now all I
  had on was my underpants.  My stomach was turning flip-flops
  from what I was about to do.  I hooked my thumbs into the
  elastic band and slowly lowered them past my knees. The
  girls were all staring right at my dick, and it began to
  grow.
  
  "This is my di, uh, penis.  Oh, ya, first I'm supposed to
  tell you where I'm ticklish."  I stepped out of my
  underwear.  "I'm pretty ticklish under my armpits, and
  across the top of my groin, here, but most of all I'm
  ticklish right under the bottom of my dick."  My face must
  have been bright red; here I was standing naked in front of
  most of my homeroom showing them my hard penis.  The girls
  were pushing to get a good look, and even the boys were
  looking in.  But now it was time for the really hard part.
  
  "Now, behind those trees are some ropes.  If you boys would
  help, I'd like you to tie me up."  The boys eagerly stepped
  forward.  None of them had ever imagined having the chance
  to witness the complete humiliation of one of their own. 
  Soon I was tied just like before, fully exposed and
  helpless.
  
  "Now, one word of warning, even if I beg you to, you
  shouldn't rub my penis, because it's more torture if you
  don't.  If everyone remembers where I'm ticklish, then why
  don't you come up one at a time and torture me."
  
  Everyone held back.  Then Ally stepped forward and ran her
  finger along the bottom of my dick.  My dick pulsed and
  jumped with every touch, and I kept pulling back on the
  ropes trying to get away from her touch.  That was enough,
  once the ice was broken; every girl wanted a chance to touch
  me.  Several times Tammy had to stop them to let me catch my
  breath.  My dick was leaking precum by the quart, and I
  eagerly needed to beat off.  But of course, I couldn't.  The
  girls were really enjoying watching my dick bounce from
  their touch, and I could see that all the boys had tents in
  their pants.
  
  By the time the girls had enough, the boys started.  Unlike
  the girls, they knew exactly where and how to touch me to
  cause the maximum sensation.  They also knew what they were
  doing to me.
  
  "Bet you'd like a chance to rub it off, wouldn't you. 
  What'll you give for it?"
  
  I was reduced to begging them to please untie me.  Finally,
  to the extreme disappointment of the boys, the girls did
  just that.  As soon as my hands were free, they flew to my
  dick and it only took a few strokes before I shot load after
  load of cum, more than I ever knew I could shoot.  When I
  was done, I looked over at Tammy.
  
  "You forgot one thing" she said to me.  Looking back at the
  girls she said "Tie him up again."
  
  As soon as I was bound Tammy said "I think its time for an
  experiment, just like in science class.  I want to know how
  many times he can be made to do that in twenty minutes. 
  There are twenty of us, so we each get a minute.  If someone
  doesn't want a turn, the next person gets two minutes.  And
  I'll pay $5 to every person who makes him cum.  So you go
  first, then you;" Tammy pointed out each person, including
  Tom, Mike, and Tim.  All three of them declined, and so did
  two other boys.  Their minutes were assigned to other
  people.  Ally was first.
  
  She ran her hand over the top of the head, then just the
  edge of a finger nail.  As soon as she got a response from
  me, she kept going with the finger nail while her other hand
  slowly rubbed the shaft.  I shot another load before her
  time was up, and she used the remaining time to get me hard
  again.
  
  The next girl had very little technique, and I lasted her
  whole minute without cumming, but I was close.
  
  Then came a boy.  He knew exactly the right stroke and
  pressure, and called the girls over to show them how to do
  it with maximum effect.  He was able to win $10 with his
  time, and I was starting to feel drained.
  
  The next two girls got me one more time between them.  I
  lasted through the next five girls, but then came a girl who
  had paid close attention.  And she had two minutes.  She
  made me cum once, but I could only just barely hold off
  cumming a second time.  By now my dick was getting sore.
  The next girl also had two minutes, and she was able to
  finish what the previous girl had nearly accomplished.  Then
  came two more boys, but I was spent and they left
  disappointed, as did the next girl.
  
  That left Tammy, who went at me with style.  She had coated
  her hand with lotion, which felt soothing on my now aching
  dick.  And her speed and pressure were just right.  She also
  brought me to climax.
  
  "Eight times in twenty minutes.  Not as good as I had hoped,
  but I guess it was the best we could do.  Now, Jon, do you
  remember what else you were supposed to do?"
  
  I nodded my head.  "I was supposed to tell  "
  
  "Wait a second, Jon" Tammy said, motioning for the ropes to
  be untied.  "Tell us while you show us."
  
  I couldn't believe my ears.  I was going to have to beat off
  again, right after being forced eight times.  That would
  make a total of ten times in less than an hour.
  
  Afraid of what might happen if I didn't, I began rubbing my
  dick.  I heard two boys saying "I sure am glad it's him and
  not me."
  
  As I got hard again, I said, "when I do this I, I, uh, I
  think of girls. Some particular girls, like most of you." 
  My dick was growing hard again.
  
  "And what do you think of when you're thinking of us?"
  
  "Of seeing you naked.  And, uh, maybe making you do
  something like Tammy is making me do now."
  
  "You see girls" said Tammy.  "He admits that he would enjoy
  making you do what I just made him do.  All these boys feel
  that way, I'm sure."  The boys suddenly lost interest in
  watching me beat off and were looking to see if there were
  ropes waiting for them.  "I can't make his mind stop
  thinking about you, but I can give you something to remember
  this day with."  She reached into her bag and pulled out a
  digital camera.
  
  I stopped rubbing off and tried to cover up.  "Continue what
  you were doing, or I'll invite these boys to tie you up
  again."
  
  The boys were only too ready to make sure that all the
  attention was focused on me, and none on them.  I returned
  to beating off while Tammy took pictures.  The final one
  caught me just as the last cum I could produce that week
  came shooting out of my dick.  
  
  "There will be pictures available for everyone.  These are
  just like trading cards, girls.  There are plenty of boys;
  maybe you can get a set of all the boys in your classroom. 
  Perhaps even all the boys in your grade."
  
  The smart boys took off.  Two weren't smart or quick enough
  and were dragged to the ground and forcibly stripped.  They
  tied one to the ropes and ordered the other to begin.  Once
  he was done, they swapped him with the one in the ropes.
  
  Meanwhile, I was getting dressed as fast as I could.  Tim,
  Mike, and Tom came over, and when the girls grabbed at them,
  they helped with removing their own clothes.  The girls
  snapped away as each of them beat off for the total
  enjoyment of the girls.  When the camera's memory was
  filled, Tammy gladly provided another flash card so they
  could take more.  Finally the battery went low in the
  camera.
  
  The girls turned their attention to the boy they still had
  bound.  They found more rope, and tied the other boy up so
  that each of them was spread-eagled just as I had been.  As
  Mike, Tom, and Tim grabbed their clothes and we left, I
  could still hear them begging for the girls to stop.  The
  girls obviously weren't satisfied.  I realized why the boys
  had been so interested in me, and I was tempted to stand and
  enjoy their 'punishment,' but I decided the woods didn't
  seem like a good place to play for a while, although it
  appeared the girls would seek out the boys who had escaped.
  
  "Make them shoot it now, then lets do it again.  Let's try
  and set a new record, and see which of them can do it the
  most."  I felt sorry for the boys, but not sorry enough to
  go back and attempt a rescue.  I almost hung around long
  enough just to see if they could shoot more times then I
  did, but figured it was time to leave while the going was
  good.
  
  Besides, I had to find a way to get back at my sister Cheri
  for all this trouble she had caused.  Not just for me, but
  for all the boys in the eighth grade.
  


  
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