Danny Gets Stripped Naked!

Danny Gets Stripped Naked! 2

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Danny Gets Stripped Naked!
[Alpenhorn, 2018]

Glossary
bum - buttocks
crew - a gang of homeless kids banding together
goolies - testicles
swimmers - clothing for swimming
VR - virtual reality
willy - penis

Part 2

Danny was afraid.

(Even though I am always called “Daniel” in real life, I like to be called “Danny” in these VRs.)

A ten-year-old homeless orphan boy is often afraid.

He was desperately running. The cobblestones of the street were freezing cold on his bare feet.

(Brrr, my feet really are cold. These are top-notch effects.)

He had to reach an area where his crew (the Badgers) were in charge---where they could protect him from the rival crews.

It was late at night. The streets of London were empty. This part of town had the new gas lighting, so Danny could see pretty well.

(Gas lights in 19th century London. A nice touch. I’m glad I thought of that.)

Danny looked forward to reaching safety, where the Badgers defended a space under a bridge.

He was shivering. Light snow was beginning to fall. He was wearing only his sleeping clothes---a droopy pair of boxers,

(Those droopy boxers. One of my best ideas.)

a droopy pair of boxers, and an oversize T-shirt. Every few minutes he had to pull the boxers up so they would stay on.

(Were there boxer shorts in the 19th century? Or T-shirts? Probably not. Certainly not a T-shirt with Albert Einstein on it. Should I change this? Not now. Maybe next time.)

Oh, no! As Danny cut through a narrow alley, someone stepped into the space ahead. Martha. Her crew, the Weasels, was the chief rival of the Badgers. Danny turned around to go back. But there was Amber, another Weasel. Only brick walls on either side. Ambushed.

‘Well, well,’ said Martha. ‘What is this? A lowly Badger in Weasel territory.’

(She could call me Danny the Sneak.)

‘Well, well,’ said Martha. ‘What is this? Danny the Sneak. A lowly Badger in Weasel territory.’

Danny squeaked.

Amber cackled. ‘Now that we have him, what should we do to him?’

Escape was hopeless. Martha grabbed one of Danny’s forearms, Amber grabbed the other. They lifted him up, so his feet could not touch the ground. Squirming and kicking did not help. Those girls were strong!

(Martha should be getting breasts. That’s right, good. I really like Amber’s hair in ringlets like that.)

Three more Weasels showed up. Mary Lou, Mary Sue, and Karla.

(No, not Karla. I don’t like her any more. Replace her with ... let’s see ... How about Richard, my cousin? I liked how his bum looked in his swimmers last summer. That’s him. Clothes off. Dress him in rags as a homeless urchin. Cover him in dirt like the others. His hair should be a bit longer. Yes, like that.)

Three more Weasels showed up. Mary Lou, Mary Sue, and Richard. All of these kids were about Danny’s age. Within a year or two.

Mary Lou and Mary Sue poked Danny in the ribs. That hurt. Richard slapped Danny in the face. That was insulting.

(Ow ow ow. The pokes and slaps certainly feel real.)

They were all making suggestions of what to do with him: Drop him off a building. Throw him in the Thames. Put him into the pen with Maximilian, that well-known vicious dog.

Then it happened. Danny’s boxers just slid down his legs. To his ankles.

(I wonder how the VR does that? Make my real boxers slide down?)

‘Thanks for the suggestion, Danny,’ said Richard. ‘That’s a great idea.’

He stooped down and pulled the boxers over Danny’s feet. The T-shirt hung down to mid-thigh level. But Mary Lou and Mary Sue pulled the shirt up, up, over his head, over his hands, and completely off.

(I like how it makes Martha and Amber switch hands, so my shirt can come off.)

Danny had been stripped naked!

(It’s too dark---how can they see my willy? Put a light here in the alley. Not like that! One of the gas lights.)

Danny had been stripped naked! A gas light right there in the alley lit everything.

Danny shivered uncontrollably. It was getting colder. He kicked and squirmed. But it didn’t help. Martha and Amber still held his arms firmly.

(I am really shivering now.)

‘Let me get a look at this willy,’ said Mary Lou.

Mary Sue and Richard knelt down, too, for a close view.

(Make my willy longer. Not that long---it looks silly. OK. And thicker. I can be a stud in my own VRs, right? How about circumcised? No, I don’t like it, put it back.)

‘Mighty interesting, isn’t it?’ said Mary Sue with a smirk.

‘And see the bollocks?’ said Richard.

(Perhaps it is childish to say “goolies” and not “bollocks”. But Richard is a child. I think he actually would say “goolies”.)

‘And see the goolies?’ said Richard.

(Let him say “helpless goolies”. He is thinking of what he will do to me later.)

‘And see the helpless goolies?’ said Richard.

The kids made crude remarks about his private parts, and Danny began to feel strange down there. His willy was growing. Sticking out right in their faces. All they had to do was look at it, and it would salute them.

Mary Sue laughed. ‘Now I know what we should do to Danny the Sneak.’

(Mary Sue can add doing something to my willy and my goolies!)

Mary Sue laughed. ‘Now I know what we should do to Danny the Sneak. And his willy. Even his goolies will get some.’

She ran her hand slowly up and down on the inside of Danny’s naked thigh. Mary Lou did it on the other thigh. Martha and Amber ran hands over Danny’s naked sides and tummy.

(Aaaah. Mmmmm.)

His willy was turning red. It was twitching and trembling. Danny was wheezing. He could hardly wait for what they would do.

(Wheeze. Grunt.)

Danny’s willy was ready. Richard slowly moved his hand toward it, while Danny watched, helpless.

RRRRRRR. An electronic beep. END OF SIMULATION.

(That “erogenous touching restriction” is a pest. I want to go further. It will not even let me have Martha or Amber put a hand on by bare bum! What a ridiculous restriction.)

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