Boy Toy

Boy Toy 1 to 13

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Part 1

It was the worst day of his life.

Even closing his eyes, pinching himself and slapping himself across the face did not snap Howie out of his nightmare. He knew it had to be a nightmare. On the other hand, dreams were usually illogical, containing sequences which simply made no sense and everything which had led to his current predicament had followed a clear and logical path. Was it possible this was no dream and he was actually wandering a school hallway stark naked?

Life had always been unfair to Howie. When it came to looks and athletic prowess, nature had not been generous. He was five feet four inches tall with slightly above average weight caused by a few extra pounds around his belly and butt. Due to a sedentary lifestyle spent sitting in class or in front of a computer, he had no muscular development. His face was nondescript, nothing jarring but nothing particular pleasing either. He had mousy brown hair, brown eyes and an average sized nose and mouth. Girls would not look at him twice. At fifteen, he had never gone on a date. If not for the painfully ugly boys such as the morbidly obese Larry Fenster, he would be rock bottom in his class.

There were other boys who came close. Timothy Lee was an extremely cute, elfin boy, perfectly proportioned for a ten-year-old, though he was fourteen. Bobby Short was also a nerd, but at least he was smart and could be counted on to help with math homework and computer assignments. His brother, Evan was handsome, athletic and popular, which meant Bobby was present when the jocks met at the Short home.

Howie had no siblings - popular or otherwise - who could introduce him into a social circle. Though he spent a lot of time on his computer, it was only to play online games, not something which would be helpful in raising grades. As a result, he was painfully shy, particularly around girls. Though he longed to begin a conversation, he couldn’t think of any interesting topic with which to break the ice.

The one subject he excelled in was creative writing. So when the students were assigned to write a story, Howie poured himself into it. He was disappointed when Mr. Barnes forgot to collect it on the due date and reminded the teacher. The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

“Suck up!” “Teacher’s pet!” others hissed.

As usual, Robert “Bobo” Bodkin, the school bully, didn’t have his story ready and was given an incomplete. He glared at Howie, his meaning unmistakable. There would be a reckoning later.

It happened after gym. The boys were required to shower after their strenuous activity. For Howie this meant running slow laps around the gym, one for each of the three or four the others did, and doing a few jumping jacks. Larry would probably die of a heart attack if he ever had to move any faster than a lumbering elephant and there was no way he could get both feet off the ground at the same time. Nevertheless, all the boys were required to shower.

Bobo stripped off in the locker room and paraded his hairy chest and substantial manhood proudly to the showers. Most of the others removed their clothes quickly and wrapped towels around their waists which they took off once inside the stall. Howie removed his underpants only after securing a towel around himself. He was ashamed of his skinny shaft which resembled a pencil with two marbles suspended beneath. Bobby Short did likewise and a rumor had circulated around the school that he had a tiny mushroom. It had even been discussed among the girls. There was also speculation that Timothy Lee was completely hairless, just like the ten-year-old he resembled. Thus far Howie had managed to avoid becoming the topic of such conversations.

Larry would have undressed under a towel if he could manage it but his bulk made that impossible. So he stripped in a far corner away from all the others who gave him as much room as possible. The sight of all that pale blubber was nauseating. His belly hung almost down to his knees, concealing his penis, assuming he had one. For all Howie knew, Larry could actually be a girl. He had never seen the fat boy standing at a urinal.

Howie had no time to contemplate Larry’s idiosyncracies. He had to shower, dress and claim a workstation in the computer room before other members of the gaming club showed up for the last period of the day. If he arrived late, he would either be forced to take one of the quirky machines which randomly locked up or simply watch as others played. Bare beneath the towel, he headed for the shower. His biceps were seized in a powerful grip from behind.

“If it isn’t the teacher’s pet,” Bobo sneered. “Whaddaya mean reminding him about the paper and getting me an incomplete?”

“I’m sorry,” Howie said contritely. “I worked hard on my story and wanted him to read it, so I spoke without thinking.”

“That doesn’t erase my incomplete.”

“What can I do about that?”

“You can think before you talk! I’m gonna give you a reminder. After today, you won’t forget again. Someone get that door.”

He indicated one of the emergency exits. It could only be opened from inside the room and led to a hallway. One of his buddies quickly pushed the bar to unlock and throw it open. Bobo marched Howie to the doorway.

“You can’t just throw me out in only a towel!” Howie protested.

“You’re right,” Bobo said, pulling away the towel before shoving him out.

Now Howie found himself standing in a school hallway stark naked. This had to be the worst day of his life.

After his initial panic, he began breathing evenly and letting his heart rate return to normal. He was not in a main corridor where passing students were likely to see him. This particular one ran east to west until it hit walls. On the other side of those walls were the corridors leading to the back half of the building, including the gym. The only way to get to the gym was to take a bisecting corridor north, then turn left until he reached a hallway south which led all the way to the gym. Along that route he was sure to be seen by many students. The only doors which opened into this hallway were the emergency exits of the gym and the supply closets.

For the time being, he was safe. Surely the boys would open the door and let him back in? But as minutes passed and this didn’t happen, it appeared unlikely. What if someone told the other students where he was and in what condition? Would this empty hallway suddenly fill with girls coming to stare at him? He couldn’t take that chance.

He tried each door but found them all locked. When he passed a cross corridor running north to south, he first peered around it before crossing to the other side. He could hear and occasionally see students in the parallel hallways and made sure none of them noticed him. Finally he found one unlocked closet. It contained a number of tools, bottles of cleanser and a mop. Could he walk around holding a bottle of cleanser in front of his crotch? The mop would provide more coverage but the thought of holding that filthy thing against his privates made him nauseous. The tools would be of little use. He felt so frustrated, separated from his goal by a matter of feet with no way to reach it except to walk across half the building. Wouldn’t this be a great time to develop the power to walk through walls, as he sometimes did in his video games?

Along with that thought, came an idea. As he crept down the hall, he had passed large vents for the central air conditioning system. He had seen similar vents in the gym. If he could gain access to the duct from this side, it was very possible that he could exit through a vent in the gym. In short, he would be able to walk through walls!

Examining one of the vents, he saw that one side had hinges and the other thumbnail screws. These were designed to be opened so workmen had access to the system to make repairs and change the filters. He turned the screws until the panel swung free on its hinges, then climbed inside. With the duct to his right, he could now look for another to his left which should lead to the gym. It was cold in the breeze which wafted from the air conditioning system. The only illumination came from the light filtering through the ducts. He saw one just ahead on the left and moved toward it. He peered inside and his heart started pounding. He was looking into the girls’ locker room.

To his dismay, the room was empty except for a few dawdlers. These were there unattractive girls with body issues who delayed until everyone left so they could undress with some semblance of privacy. There were four girls in the room but one was the female equivalent of Larry - assuming Larry was male - and the other was Timothy Lee’s twin sister, Samantha, who also resembled a ten-year-old. The other two were worthy of his interest.

Fourteen-year-old Cassie Yeats, a classmate, was something of a nerd, with her black plastic glasses, bargain-brand jeans and sneakers. Her hair in a long ponytail behind her, was a shade between dark blonde and brown. A few pounds over her ideal weight due to a sedentary lifestyle, her round face made her appear heavier than she was. She lived a block away from him. She had owned a dog and used to bring it to the veterinary clinic where Howie’s mother worked. When they were younger, they had played together but as they aged, they both became shy and withdrawn. Howie had immersed himself in video games to the exclusion of all else. Cassie also had an interest in computers but on the programming side. Howie had even thought of asking her out, if he could ever gather the nerve. Other than the two girls who were treated as practically another species, until recently Cassie was considered the second most pathetic girl in her glass. Under her towel, she was currently pulling up the slightly large jeans she wore to conceal her excess poundage. Howie caught a clear flash of her white underpants. Then she dropped the towel and her bra was on display as she pulled on her shirt.

Near her was Mara Wolf, who until recently had been the least desired girl. Like Cassie, she had been slightly overweight, wore unflattering clothes and glasses and didn’t make much effort to improve her appearance. She also tended to speak like she had swallowed a thesaurus. Barely thirteen, she was one the smartest students in school and the boys in her class wanted to sit next to her, particularly during a test. For a long time Mara had harbored a crush on Chris Martin, the class hottie. He tolerated her presence because she helped him with homework and let him cheat off her on tests.

Then some older girls, including Chris’s sister, Stella had taken Mara under their wing, given her a make-over and helped her choose a wardrobe. She exchanged her glasses for contacts, lost a few pounds and now she was actually cute, putting Cassie in last place. Something even more unusual happened during the transformation. Chris now seemed to have a crush on her. It didn’t make sense since he could have his pick of any girl and though cute, Mara was far from beautiful. Still Chris followed her around, sat with her during lunch when she invited him and basically seemed to do anything she asked. What was stranger is that Mara had made it clear he was not her boyfriend. She was only his math tutor.

Now she was standing in her underwear, in the process of getting dressed. It was not the type Howie expected. The bra was light blue and it matched her thong. Howie appreciated her body which was not rail-thin like most girls her age. Without being fat, her curves were abundant and her bosom larger than typical for thirteen. He wished he had his cell phone with which to record the scene but that was in his locker. Howie watched her pull on a bright blue midi skirt and a white tee shirt. She sat down on a bench and donned blue socks, giving him another flash of her thong. His body responded, reminding him that he was still naked and shivering from the blast of arctic air produced by the AC. Just as the final bell rang, he moved to the next vent several feet away.

This one opened into the boy’s locker room, which was currently vacant. All he had to do now was climb through the vent into the room and get his clothes from his locker. This ordeal would soon be over. That’s when he discovered the problem. The thumbscrews which released the vent were on the other side. Though he could fit his hand through the vent, no amount of contorting would permit him to access the screws.

There was a discarded towel on a bench just a foot away from the vent. Though he strained, his reach was just a few inches too short. He remembered the tools in the janitor’s closet. There was definitely one which would let him hook that towel and pull it through the vent. Wrapped in the towel, he could venture into the hallway, return to the gym and retrieve his clothes.

With this in mind, he returned to the vent he had opened. Peeking out into the hall, he saw it was still empty. Cautiously, he emerged from the vent. Then he stopped. Lying on the floor in front of the emergency exit through which he had been ejected were his gym shorts and shirt. Why were they there?

One scenario came to mind. After pushing him out, Bobo had gotten dressed and come out to continue the humiliation. Not finding Howie or hearing squeals which would indicate he had ventured into another hallway, Bobo decided he was hiding in one of the closets and had locked it from the inside. He had tossed the clothing in the hall to draw Howie out. Around the corner in the bisecting corridor, other students - female - were waiting to jump out and ambush him.

But what if there was another reason? Perhaps Bobo had thought about the consequences of a boy darting out naked into an occupied corridor and explaining the reason for his unclad state. Bobo was sure to be expelled. Maybe he had opened the door to let Howie back in and finding him gone, had tossed out the clothing to give him something to wear when he came out of hiding.

If this was a continuation of the prank, the others would be watching the clothing, waiting for him to show up. He headed the other way, to the unlocked janitor’s closet. Then strategically concealing his parts with a large bottle of cleanser in front and a mop in back, he walked to the clothing. When no one jumped out to jeer at him, he decided the second hypothesis was probably correct.

He dressed hurriedly. Now he wore a shirt and pants but was still barefoot. He returned the cleanser and mop, tightened the screws on the vent he had opened and cautiously crept down the bisecting hallway which led past supply rooms and administrative offices. Because school was out, there were few people in the building and he was able to avoid them. In the gym he changed into his school clothes before heading for home.

Once in his room, he let out a sigh of relief. He had narrowly escaped the sort of crisis which would have destroyed his entire high school career. Then he began thinking of what he had seen through the vent. The vision of Mara in her bra and thong was indelibly etched in his mind. It seemed that despite what had happened, today had been his lucky day.

Part 2

Howie couldn’t get the image of what he had almost seen, had he arrived just a few minutes earlier. The athletes and cheerleaders would have been there. He might have seen his first pair of live breasts or even a bare crotch. Could he get into the vent again?

The idea obsessed him. When could he do it? It would mean cutting at least the next class and getting marked absent. It would ruin his nearly perfect attendance record. Besides, he couldn’t afford to skip class since it wouldn’t be easy for him to catch up. The school would send a letter to his parents. They would demand to know where he had been.

Then he thought about his own recent experience. Despite what happened, he had only missed a meeting of the computer gamers club. Hardly anyone had noticed. If he was going to do it, Friday was the perfect day. Classes ended early and all he had in the afternoon was gym and club. The athletic teams and cheerleaders also practiced that day, which meant there would be plenty of girls in the locker room.

Next he pondered how to carry it out. If he left via the emergency exit during gym, someone was sure to notice and question him. He finally hit on the idea of entering the gym during lunch period when it would be empty and using the emergency door then. He thought of entering a vent in the gym itself but decided that was too risky. For one thing, it took some time to get it open and there was always the chance someone would come in and catch him at it. He would have no decent explanation for being in the vent. For another, suppose the vent swung open while he was inside and some curious boy would stick his head in to find out why or screw the cover shut. There was little chance that anyone would check the vent in the practically unused hallway.

Remembering how cold it had been, he would pack a jacket in his knapsack. It would look suspicious if he wore it around school but once inside the vent, he could put it on if he grew chilly. He would take his digital camera. It was small and could capture images and video in twelve megapixels, far superior to the quality of his cell phone camera. It also had a zoom lens.

His cell phone rang. This was surprising. Outside of the members of the gaming club, he had few friends and none who had ever found a reason to call him. His parents were home. So who could it be? Checking the display he saw that it was Jerry Carter. This was even more surprising. Jerry was one of the more popular boys a grade above him and not a friend, though they were not enemies. They simply had nothing to do with each other.

Jerry was another student who had undergone an amazing transformation. When he was younger, he had been cute, with his auburn hair and green eyes. He had been generally friendly, a decent ball player and in the top third of the class academically. Then as he entered puberty he had turned into a rude, sullen youth who talked back to teachers, failed classes, arrived to school unkempt and often wore the same clothes days running.

The reason for this abrupt change was public knowledge. After losing his job, Jerry’s father had turned into an angry drunk who abused his children verbally and physically. One day he assaulted Jerry’s twin sister, Jeannie for refusing to give him more money for whiskey. The police had been called. Mr. Carter was sentenced to some time in prison and served with a restraining order to stay away from his family. Jerry had taken it hard and his personality had changed drastically.

One Monday morning he had shown up in school in clean clothes, with his hair neatly trimmed. He apologized to his teachers and others he had insulted and became once again the polite student he had been previously. Now good-looking, he had first taken up with Carla Hicks, the prettiest girl in school - though arrogant and not very bright - before trading her in for Stella Martin, the second prettiest who was nicer and smarter.

Rumors circulated around the school that the amazing transformation had been effected by his sister, Jeannie who had enlisted the help of her friends, Stella Martin and Taneisha Edwards. According to the story, the trio had forced him to wash his clothes, tied him to a chair and given him a haircut. They had threatened to do worse if he backslid. Since Taneisha was a muscular five foot ten, Howie could believe it.

“Hey, Jerry, what’s up?” Howie asked, trying to sound casual. “I didn’t know you had my number.”

“I got it off your cell phone at school. I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay.”

“As you can see, I did.”

“Did you find your gym uniform in the hall?”

“You put it there?”

“I thought pushing you out in the hall naked was way over the top. I opened the door to let you in but you weren’t there. I guess you were hiding in a closet.”

“I was.”

“That’s why I left you the uniform. I figured it would give you something to put on so you could get back into the gym. I would have left all your clothes there but then I thought, what if you already found another way to get back to the gym and then you had nothing there. This way you were covered either way.”

“Thanks, you’re a life saver. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

“I have some idea of what humiliation feels like and no one should have to go through being naked in public.”

“Thanks again.”

Mystery solved, Howie returned to working on his plan.

Jerry Carter knew full well the embarrassment of being seen naked by the opposite sex. On the day his sister and her friends decided it was time to make him join the human race, they had first wrestled him down and spanked him until he agreed to clean his room and wash his clothes. Upon being released, he refused to comply, so they stripped him to his underwear and forced him to carry out the required tasks. He had attempted to make a run for it which resulted in his being stripped naked. He had remained in that state until his room was cleaned, his clothes washed, he had been given a haircut and a bath. The humiliation had been acute. But when he received compliments on his improved appearance and even an offer of a date from Carla Hicks, he accepted that his sister and her friends had his best interests in mind. Now they were friends, he was even dating Stella and no one ever brought up the past.

“You’re lucky Jerry tossed out your gym uniform last week,” Bobo said on Monday. “If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen next time.”

Howie made certain not to do anything which would upset Bobo or his other classmates.

Until Friday morning, he wasn’t sure he would go ahead with his plan but when he woke up he knew he just had to do it. He stomped down the stairs holding the bannister and groaning.

“I think I pulled a muscle in my leg,” he said.

Since he very rarely missed a day of class, his mother accepted it.

“Maybe you should stay home today,” she suggested.

“I can’t afford to miss math review.”

“If you’re sure you can handle it, I’ll drive you to school.”

“I can handle everything except gym.”

“I’ll write you a note excusing you from gym today,” she said, as he knew she would. “What time should I pick you up after school?”

“I’ll call you.”

He limped from the car to the administration office where he dropped off the note. Now the coach wouldn’t question why he wasn’t at gym. When the lunch bell rang, Howie grabbed his knapsack and made his way to the gym. If anyone asked what he was doing there, he would say he had forgotten something in his locker the day before. But as he expected, no one was there. He quickly left via the emergency exit. After making sure no one was in the corridor, he opened the vent and climbed inside. Pulling on the jacket, he made his way to the vent from which he could look into the girls’ locker room. It was empty but he knew that would change once lunch was over. Taking out his digital camera, he selected video mode. Giggles and chatter sounded as girls entered the room. It was show time.

The first group were the athletes, the girls on the basketball, track and soccer teams. They continued their conversations as they casually peeled off their school clothes and changed into uniforms. They did not wrap themselves in towels first. Most stripped to their underwear, which in many cases were bikini panties or thongs. A few exchanged their regular bras for sports bras. Howie panned his camera from person to person, using the zoom feature to close in. Taneisha was one of the girls who took off her bra and her firm, dark breasts with the chocolate chip nipples were magnificent, as was her muscular butt. Gladys Webb, Bobo’s girlfriend, was an Amazon in every sense of the word. Her face was attractive enough despite a strong, masculine jaw and her clothed body had always appeared feminine but now Howie could see her bulging muscles. Was she one of those bodybuilders? Hugging her would probably feel like embracing a stone statue. Howie wondered if she was stronger than Bobo.

The cheerleaders did not disappoint him. There were curvy bodies with large breasts, taut bodies with small ones and every type in between. Carla Hicks was a blonde vision who could easily be a professional model. Stella Martin was just as pretty and perfectly proportioned but at five feet tall, she lacked the height.

Then the younger girls arrived. Fourteen-year-old Lindsey Hicks was a skinny version of her older sister and already showing the promise of developing into a beauty. Her best friend, Marsha Curry, was cute and would be pretty when she got her braces off and lost a few pounds. Mara Wolf was there as well. They had no problem stripping to their underwear, a skimpy pink set for Lindsey, blue bra and thong for Mara and basic white for Marsha. Once again Cassie stood in a corner and changed beneath a towel, finishing last.

After she left, the athletes returned to shower. This time they stripped completely. Taneisha’s magnificent breasts were matched by her firm, naked butt and curly crotch. Every inch of Carla Hicks was gorgeous, down to the blonde fuzz between her legs and the strawberry tattoo alongside. Not a tattoo, Howie realized, but a birthmark.

Where had he heard something about a strawberry? Oh, right, when Carla was teasing Bobby Short about his tiny mushroom, he had retorted with a comment about her strawberry. She had gone pale until he added that he was referring to her nose. It had made no sense at the time since her nose was perfect. Now Howie understood that Bobby had meant her birthmark. How had he known? Had he actually seen it? Then he recalled that the Short brothers were friendly with Carla’s sister, Lindsey who hated her. She must have told them about it.

Howie’s pencil threatened to burst through his zipper as he feasted his eyes on the exposed flesh. The girls marched to the showers, many not bothering to cover themselves. Buttocks jiggled as they moved out of sight. As some girls left, others returned and proceeded to dress, so he had plenty to stare at.

Then the younger girls returned. Lindsay was slender with two buds about the size of egg yolks on her chest. Her blonde pubic hair was so sparse, her slit was completely exposed. Marsha’s breasts were the size of half grapefruits and she had dark curls in the juncture of her legs. Her belly and buttocks were generous. Mara’s breasts were slightly smaller, with only a tuft of brown hair at her crotch. Her body was curvaceous but not fat. Howie thought it was the best of the three.

Then they walked to the showers. Lindsey and Mara wrapped towels around their chests but the opening left them exposed in back. Marsha tossed a towel over her shoulder covering one boob and her pubes but nothing behind. Cassie wrapped herself completely. When they returned, the other three removed the towels and casually dressed while chatting. Once again Howie decided that the day Bobo had thrown him naked out of the gym had turned out to be the luckiest day of his life.

Cassie stood wrapped in a towel as her friends dressed. She and Mara appeared to be having a discussion. Finally the others left and she stood alone. Howie prepared to leave. He knew she would get dressed under the cover of a towel, so it was pointless to remain. At most he would catch a flash of white underwear. After what he had seen that day, the prospect held little interest.

She dropped her towel and something shocking happened which completely altered his life.

Part 3

Cassie carried her tray of food through the lunchroom looking for a seat. There was a time she always sat with Mara in the corner reserved for the rejects. Then her friend had undergone the amazing transformation and become popular, so she now sat with Lindsey and Marsha at a better location. Mara invited her to join them but Cassie felt out of place there. She was shy and quiet while these girls were vivacious and garrulous.

And the topics they discussed made her blush! Not long ago Lindsey had asked hypothetically what to do if she had a boy slave who had to follow her every command. In response to Mara’s questions, she had said the boy was older and hot. Mara had immediately come up with a detailed list of embarrassing tasks. Just remembering made Cassie’s panties damp.

Cassie suspected Mara had already given it a lot of thought. Perhaps it had been more than just thought. There were rumors that she had something on Chris Martin, the school hottie. Despite his amazing looks and athletic prowess, he followed her around like a puppy and even seemed afraid of her. Could Chris actually be her slave?

Then on several occasions Cassie had seen the Short brothers accompany Lindsey and Marsha into the Hicks home and exit later looking exhausted. Bobby would qualify as older and Evan as hot. Could these be who Lindsey was referring to?

All three girls had recently gained a new confidence, particularly around boys - even Mara who was once a shy wallflower like her. Cassie wished she could be so self-assured. She wanted someone to take her for a make-over and transform her into someone boys would find interesting. In her fantasies, she wished she had her own boy toy who would carry out her every command.

Mara waved her over and Cassie was relieved that she wouldn’t have to sit alone in the corner.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Definitely. I prefer not to talk about my friends behind their back.”

“Does that mean you were discussing me?”

“Correct. We are of the opinion that you could benefit from a little confidence boost.”

“And just where would I find that?”

“Have you tried looking within?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Cassie, look at me. I’m not any prettier than you...”

“Of course you are! You must notice the difference between the way the boys look at you and at me.”

“That’s only because of my make-over. Stylish clothes, contact lenses and a dab of make-up go a long way.”

“So you think if I got a make-over, I’d become popular?”

“That’s just the start. You still need the attitude. A shy wallflower in stylish clothes is still a wallflower.”

“And where do I find the attitude?”

“It comes from within. You have to walk around projecting, ‘This is me - take it or leave it. I know who I am and if you were smart, you’d want to know me too.’ You don’t get anywhere staring at the floor, afraid to make eye contact, acting like you’re not worth talking to. But you’re right that appearance and the right clothes help. How about we take you for a make-over on Sunday?”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. Someone did it for me. It’s only fair that I pass it on.”

After further debate they agreed to meet at ten. They would start at the beauty salon run by Taneisha’s mother. Since Tani was still in training, she took on her own projects in the morning, working under her mother’s watchful eye. Having seen the results of her work on Mara and others, Cassie knew she had nothing to worry about.

“After the styling, we’ll get you lenses and help you choose a more suitable wardrobe. Next week you’ll have boys asking you to sit with them.”

“Sure,” Cassie said sarcastically. “And will one of them volunteer to be my slave, so I can try all those things you described?”

Mara smiled. “You never know.”

“How much will all this cost?”

“Tani doesn’t charge for the styling but she accepts tips, so twenty five to fifty dollars will cover it. The eye exam and contacts another hundred. The clothes depends on you.”

“I have almost four hundred dollars saved up from babysitting. Will that be enough?”

“If it isn’t, I’ll lend you the difference. No hurry to pay it back.”

“Thanks.”

Later they met in the gym. Cassie was astounded at the bare flesh displayed and how the girls could strip so nonchalantly. She put on her gym uniform under a towel.

“That’s something else you’re gonna hafta change,” Mara said. “No hiding under a towel. We’re all girls here. You don’t have anything we haven’t seen.”

“But mine isn’t as attractive.”

“First, I disagree. Second, you think we care?”

“Maybe not you but I know the girls are constantly judging who has the smallest boobs or the fattest butt. Gladys and Carla always make insulting comments.”

“And why should you care? Remember your new mantra? ‘This is me - take it or leave it.’ In any case, you don’t have the smallest boobs or the biggest butt, so you have nothing to worry about. But when you insist on changing under a towel, like you have something to hide, you better believe girls will talk.”

After gym the other girls stripped off quickly and headed to the showers. Mara and Lindsey wrapped towels around their chests. As they walked, the opening in the back fluttered, leaving their rears to play peek-a-boo. Marsha tossed the towel over her shoulder so it covered one breast and her crotch, leaving the rest fully exposed. Cassie wrapped herself completely, removing the towel only when she was in the shower stall. She dawdled inside so she was the last to return to the lockers. Her friends were fully dressed before she had even started. Mara was the last to leave.

“Remember what we talked about. You have to stop hiding and start showing more confidence. Sunday we transform you into a butterfly but that won’t help if you don’t display the attitude to match.”

Mara left and Cassie was alone in the locker room. She started to pull on her panties under the towel then stopped. Mara was right. She had nothing to be ashamed of. It was time she recognized that. What better time than now, when no one else was around, to demonstrate her new attitude?

Unaware that she was being watched, Cassie dropped her towel.

Howie’s eyes bulged as he beheld secrets Cassie hadn’t even shared with her female friends. Because she didn’t resemble a Barbie doll, he found her body more womanly than the stick-thin cheerleaders. Her pear-shaped breasts sagged only slightly. He enjoyed the sight of her mounded belly and the triangle of brown curls between her legs. She bent one knee, giving him a clear view of her crotch as she thrust her foot into basic white panties.

Howie twisted into position to get the perfect angle, leaned forward and used the zoom lens to close in when Cassie froze. For a moment she stared right at him. Howie held his breath and remained motionless. Surely she couldn’t see him in the dark space behind the vent? After a moment, she snapped out of her reverie and finished dressing. Then she stepped out of his line of sight. He heard the door open and shut as she left.

He let his breath out in an explosive sigh of relief before heading for the open vent from which he would emerge. He pushed against it but it appeared to be stuck, so he pushed a bit harder. That was when he realized it wasn’t stuck. A janitor must have passed by, noticed that it was insecure and turned the thumbscrews. Unless someone came by and released him, he was trapped there, possibly until Monday.

He tried not to panic as he considered the possibilities. He was right near the supply closets, so there was a good chance the janitor would return. But how would he explain what he was doing in the vent? He could say he had been hiding from a bully. What if the janitor did not return? In a few hours his parents would call the police to report him missing. They would undoubtedly search the school. If they found him in the vent, they wouldn’t just take his word about hiding from a bully. They would question him as to who had made the threat. Bobo hadn’t spoken to him at all that day and he wasn’t even supposed to be in gym. What if they spotted the digital camera and put it all together? Maybe he should delete the videos immediately.

A shadow passed by and then stopped in front of the vent. Someone was here. Help was possibly at hand.

“Oh my gosh! Howie? You’re the perv?”

He looked through the vent into Cassie’s furious face.

He wanted to explain and claim it wasn’t what it looked like, but it was exactly what it looked like. He had always been tongue-tied around girls and the situation he was in didn’t help. So he remained silent.

“What am I gonna do about this? I should just leave you there and call the police. You know what’ll happen? You’ll be arrested and declared a sex offender. Your name will go on the list and that’s forever.”

“Please, don’t,” Howie croaked. “It’ll destroy my life!” He suddenly realized just how much trouble he was in. A basketball grew in his stomach.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you destroyed mine!”

“I’m sorry for what I did but I don’t see how I destroyed your life.”

“Because you have no idea of the humiliation you just put me through!”

“I’m sure it was embarrassing, but it’ll pass. In a week or a month you’ll forget about it. It won’t follow you your whole life.”

“How do you know? Until today I never showed my body to anyone, not even other girls. Just today a friend told me I had to loosen up. I decided to do it when no one else was around and just my luck, a perv was spying on me! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life and that memory will come back every time I see you at school. That’s years! And I hafta worry about who else might see that recording. So yes, you ruined my life!”

“I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out. And I was just looking, not recording, so you have nothing to worry about it,” he lied.

“Of course you recorded it! Pass me your cell phone! I want to make sure you didn’t email those videos.”

“You’ll see,” Howie said, almost smiling as he slid his phone through the grill. “There are no videos.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing here,” Cassie agreed after examining the device. “And you didn’t send any emails recently. So where’d you hide it?”

“What makes you think I was recording?”

“Because I saw a red LED move in the vent.”

When Howie moved to get a better angle on her, she had seen the light and understood instantly what was happening. Instead of screaming, she had carefully considered her response and decided to continue getting dressed as if she hadn’t noticed. She determined that the voyeur must have entered through one of the vents and the one in the boy’s locker room was too public for him to have used it unseen. That left those in the nearly empty hallway. She used the emergency exit in her locker room to enter that hall and locate the vent with the unattached screws. She twisted them shut, trapping Howie.

“Hey, this camera doesn’t have a red LED!” she exclaimed. “You must have a digital camera on you. Hand it over.”

“If I had such a camera, it would be evidence against me,” Howie noted. “Why would I turn it over to you? The best thing I could do would be erase it.”

“The police have methods to retrieve erased media,” she said. “Besides, I thought you didn’t want the police involved.”

“I don’t.”

“Then I suggest you do what I say. If you cooperate, I might decide to leave them out of it.”

Howie breathed a sigh of relief as his internal basketball shrank to a baseball. Maybe his life wasn’t yet over. He slid his camera through the vent. He watched Cassie’s facial expressions as she viewed the videos. They ranged from shock to horror to disgust. Finally she looked at him with tears in her eyes and rage on her face. He saw no mercy.

“I think I’m gonna hafta call the police after all!” she sobbed. “You deserve a major punishment for this and I can’t think of any other way you’ll get it. At the very least, you should be expelled. But in order for that to happen, I’ll hafta tell the principal and he’ll call the police.”

“Please don’t tell him!” Howie pleaded.

“And hafta see you every day for the next few years? Hey, I just thought of something! Instead of telling the principal, I’ll just show this video to every girl who’s on it, particularly Taneisha and Gladys. I’ll do it right now and let them know where you are.”

“No!”

Howie couldn’t begin to imagine the hell they would put him through. At the very least they would strip him naked, beat him and record the entire event. His imagination couldn’t even conceive of what they would do to him next. And they might do it over and over, warning him that if he went to the principal, they would go to the police with the video he had recorded.

Cassie suddenly understood the power she held over him and realized her fantasy had become reality.

“So you don’t want me to go to the police or the principal or the other girls on that video? That means it’s up to me to decide an appropriate punishment.”

“I’ll do whatever you want!”

He had no choice. She owned him.

Cassie smiled. She would be getting her boy toy after all.

Part 4

“Meet me at the vent by the girls’ locker room. I’m sure you know the way.”

She had to go around the long way to the gym, making sure to avoid the few people still in the building and stopping at her locker first. Finally she stood on the other side of the vent.

“Your digital camera is in my locker,” she told him. “You’ll get the camera back later but not the media card. I’m keeping that for evidence.”

“You said you weren’t going to the police!”

“And I won’t...if you do everything I say.”

“I already said I will.”

“Good. Take off your shirt.”

“It’s cold in here!”

Though the central air unit was no longer operating since school was over for the weekend, a residual chill still remained.

“You won’t be in there for too much longer. The faster you obey, the sooner you get out.”

To take off his shirt, Howie had to remove his jacket. He now stood bare-chested.

“Now what?”

“Push it through the grill.”

She pulled from her end and a moment later, his shirt was on her side.

“Now your pants.”

“No!”

“Would you prefer I call the girls?” Howie shivered and it wasn’t just from the cold. “Come on! I haven’t got all day!”

“Do you think this is easy for me? During gym, I undress under a towel!”

“So did I until today! Then some pervert spied on me and recorded it! Now you’ll see how that feels!”

First, he had to remove his sneakers. Then Howie unzipped his pants. At her command, he fit it through the grill. She pulled it across to her side.

“Now the underpants!”

Howie’s hands trembled so badly, he was barely able to insert his thumbs into the waistband. Could he really do this? But he knew he had to. It was Cassie or just about all the girls in school. It was a few minutes of humiliation now or a lifetime as a registered sex offender. The boy who couldn’t even talk to a girl, who undressed beneath a towel, was about to strip in front of a girl in his class. Slowly, he slid the garment to his ankles, bending down to complete the task and hesitating to rise and reveal all.

“Pass it here!”

In a moment it was on her side of the grate. Save for socks, he stood naked in the duct, with only a jacket and a pair of sneakers to put on, neither of which would provide the necessary coverage.

Cassie grabbed his clothing and disappeared from sight. Howie panicked. Was this her plan - to leave him here naked while she called the other girls? She returned moments later empty handed.

“I hid your clothes,” she reported. “Now I’m gonna let you out. You can’t escape, unless you plan on running home naked. Then I still have your video to show the other girls. If you try anything - like twist my arm to get me to give it up - I start screaming. The building may be almost empty but there are a few janitors at work. One of them is sure to come in. Then you’ll hafta explain why you’re naked attacking a girl in the girls’ locker room. That’ll put you on the dangerous sexual predators list.”

“I’m not gonna try anything,” he promised.

“Of course not. You can’t.”

She turned the thumbscrews and opened the vent. Howie climbed through, carrying his sneakers and knapsack. He held the latter against his crotch.

“Do you have a knapsack fetish?” she asked. “Put that down!”

Howie dropped it and tried to cover up with his hands.

“None of that!” she chided. “Put your hands down. In fact, put them on your head.”

Face aflame, he complied. The nightmare had grown worse. Now he wasn’t naked in an empty hallway at school, he was naked in the girls’ locker room and a girl in his class was there to witness it.

Cassie stared. Aside from the infants she babysat, this was her first, live, adult-sized penis. At least she assumed it was adult-sized, having no basis for comparison. In her estimation it was about four inches long with a cap on the ending resembling a pink mushroom. It extended from a nest of curly brown hair. A wrinkled sac hung suspended beneath. She wanted time to explore it and do all the humiliating things Mara had described but she knew a janitor could enter the room at any time.

Howie flinched as she took out her cell phone and snapped several images. She ordered him to turn around, then snapped several more.

He was far from a prime example of male perfection, Cassie decided. He had no muscles to speak of on his arms or chest and his ribs were clearly visible. His rounded tummy bulged slightly as did his rear, which jiggled when he moved. But he was a boy and he was naked and he was hers. Her very own boy toy.

She asked him to look at her over his shoulder so there would be no question of who the bare behind belonged to. She changed the mode from photo to video and panned slowly up and down his body, focusing on his crotch and rear. When she judged she had enough material, she stopped recording.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she said, before disappearing behind the lockers and returning with his clothes.

He dressed hurriedly while she watched. He was relieved to finally pull up his pants.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” she asked.

“What?” The question caught him by surprise.

“I know your mom is on duty at the clinic. I assume your dad will be visiting private clients, correct?”

Howie nodded. His father worked in a department store photography studio during the week and did private jobs on weekends.

“That means you’ll be home alone.”

He had a sinking feeling he knew where this was heading.

“I have a lot of work to do,” he claimed.

“You mean a lot of games to play.”

“I have appointments with other gamers online.”

“Cancel them.”

“That’s gonna be hard.”

“It’s gonna be harder playing online games in juvie,” she pointed out. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, around eleven. If anyone asks, we’re studying.”

“Studying what?”

With a smirk, she answered, “Biology.”

Cassie preceded him out the door and after making sure no one was about, motioned him to exit. Neither wanted anyone to see him leaving the girls’ locker room. Though they were headed in the same direction, they did not walk together. Howie trailed a block behind her.

He had difficultly sleeping that night, haunted by what had happened and what still awaited him. Cassie was too excited to sleep. Tomorrow she would get to try out all of Mara’s ideas with her very own boy toy.

Cassie awoke early on Saturday after a night filled with erotic dreams. She took a luxurious shower and then spent time blow-drying and combing her hair. She examined her wardrobe critically. Most of her clothing consisted of slightly large jeans to conceal her excess poundage but she did own a few nicer outfits. She chose a denim skirt which fell just short of her knees and a light blue button shirt. A pair of light blue knee-high stockings completed the ensemble.

“Cassie, you look very pretty today!” her mother remarked in surprise. “Any special plans?”

“I’ll be studying with a classmate.”

“Mara Wolf?”

She paused. “Howie Stiller.”

“How nice!” Her mother’s smile grew broader. “You haven’t mentioned him in a long time. I didn’t know you two were still friends.”

“We’re not exactly friends but we have a math test coming up and two heads are better than one.”

“How true. So where will you be studying?”

“At his house.”

“Will his father be home? I know his mother will be working at the clinic today.”

“Mom, you’re so old fashioned! His dad will be popping in and out but trust me, I have no romantic ideas about Howie!”

“What if he has them about you?”

“He’s so shy, he could barely nod when I asked if we could study together.”

“Sue, leave her alone,” her father said. “You know we can trust her, and certainly around Howie.”

“I’m not so comfortable with it. In our day, a couple wasn’t left alone in the house on their first date.”

“Mom, it’s not a date!”

“It’s a study date, isn’t it?” her father asked rhetorically.

“All study and no date.”

But her parents’ words made her wonder. Why had she taken so much time getting ready this morning and putting on her good outfit? Who was she trying to impress? Certainly not a pervert upon whom she was about to get revenge.

After a nearly sleepless night, Howie got out of bed and took a shower. He examined his face in the mirror, happy not to find any zits. Then he carefully went through his closet and chose his best pair of pants and nicest shirt. With a few hours until his “date” with Cassie, he thought about going online but decided to clean his room instead.

“Howie, since when do you care about your room?” his mother asked. “I’ve been after you to tidy up for the longest time.”

“I figured it was about time I did.”

“And what’s with the outfit? Usually you just throw on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. Is something special happening today?”

“Uh..I’m studying with a classmate.”

“Who would that be?”

“Cassie Yeats.”

“It’s been years since I heard that name! Are you two friends again?”

“We’re classmates and we have a test coming up.”

Howie’s parents didn’t have the slightest problem with a girl coming over when they weren’t home. They were just excited that he would be doing something other than online gaming. But as his father left, he wished Howie good luck with his studying.

Howie wondered what had gotten into him. Why was he trying to make a good impression on a girl who considered him a pervert and was coming over for revenge?

Heart pounding, Cassie walked up to Howie’s house at exactly eleven and rang the bell. Pulse racing, Howie let her in. For a long moment, they regarded each other in silence.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Cassie asked. “Haven’t you seen a girl in clothes before?”

He blushed. “I’m sorry for staring but you look different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, your hair is brushed differently and you don’t usually wear a skirt. You look really pretty today.”

“So you think this skirt is pretty?”

“It’s not just the skirt. It’s how you look in it.”

“But I bet you think I look better out of it.”

He flushed. “Not at all!”

“Come on, admit it! You didn’t peek through the vent to see girls in their skirts!”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“And you’re about to be a lot sorrier! Now let’s go up to your room.”

Part 5

She followed him down the hall. He opened the door and ushered her inside. She took in the computer system on the desk, the science fiction and gaming books arranged on the shelves, the spotless floor and neatly made-up bed.

“You really keep your room clean,” she noted. “I half expected to find empty pizza boxes and dvds all over the floor.”

He tried to keep his face impassive. While his mother would never allow empty pizza boxes on the floor, a few hours ago there had been books and dvds scattered about.

“My room isn’t usually this neat,” he admitted.

“So you cleaned up in my honor?”

He blushed. “My mom always makes me clean up for visitors.”

“So you consider me company? I’m really flattered.”

She unstrapped her backpack and dropped it in a corner with a thud.

“That sounded heavy,” he commented.

“It’s got textbooks in it.”

“Why’d you bring so many? A few is all you need for appearances.”

“I thought as long as I’m here, we might actually get to study. There are some subjects you’re better at and some I’m better at. Two heads are better than one.”

Howie stared again. Last week he couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to her and today they would be studying together and...other things. Why hadn’t he spoken to her before? Cassie was having similar thoughts except that knowing what he had done, she was no longer interested in any kind of friendship. He was her boy toy, plain and simple.

“Here’s your camera back,” she said. “I copied the photos and video you shot, then deleted them. I did a thorough job. Don’t bother looking for them because even the NSA can’t recover them. Now let’s get comfortable,” she said, kicking off her shoes. “Take off your shoes and just about everything else.”

The moment of reckoning had arrived. He removed his shoes and socks, then his shirt. His hands shook as he unzipped his trousers and let them drop. He stepped out of them.

A claxon went off in his mind. “There’s a girl in your room! A girl you know from class! And you’re standing in front of her in your underpants!”

Similar thoughts were going through Cassie’s mind. “You’re in a boy’s bedroom! He’s wearing just underpants and soon he’ll have on even less!”

Now it was time to follow Mara’s list. She walked around him, taking in the sight of his paunch and rounded behind. She could imagine what it felt like to squeeze it. Why imagine when she could find out? She reached out her trembling right hand and placed it on his seat.

Howie started. A girl had her hand on his crack! A moment later, she squeezed gently. One of her fingers made contact with the sensitive spot just behind his penis. Then she pulled out the waistband. Though she was standing behind him, Howie knew she was staring at his butt.

Next she moved to stand before him, her eyes drawn to his bulge. She put a palm between his legs and cupped it. Howie squeezed his eyes shut. This could not be happening! A girl in his class was holding his sack! And it was about to get worse!

Cassie couldn’t believe it either. She held Howie’s sack in her palm! And it was about to get better! She inserted her fingers in the front of his waistband and pulled it forward. There was his twitching penis. She lowered his underpants, kneeling as she did so. She examined it closely. It resembled a fleshy carrot about four inches long, with a pink mushroom at the end. Below it dangled a wrinkled sack.

Tears found their way between Howie’s closed eyelids. He was beyond mortified. A girl he knew was kneeling between his legs and examining his most private part. He could feel her breath on it. Then it was in her hand and she was gently squeezing it, feeling the texture. Her other hand came up and cupped his sack. Despite the humiliation, the tactile sensations took effect and he expanded.

Strange sensations suffused Cassie as well. She was holding a penis in her hands! Not just any penis, but that of a boy in her class! It twitched like a small animal and grew. Her nipples extended and something pulsed in her crotch.

“If you don’t stop,” Howie croaked, “there’s gonna be a mess all over you.”

She released him and stepped back hastily. Howie felt a measure of relief. At least she was no longer holding him. But it was only a slight measure since he was now completely erect. He closed his eyes and imagined sitting in ice water, visualized Larry Fenster naked, anything to reduce the size. Eventually he succeeded. Cassie stared in amazement at the show he put on and recalled the next item on her list.

“I think we should begin with the traditional spanking,” she announced, sitting in a chair and patting her lap.

“What!?” Howie shouted in shock.

“You behaved like a naughty little boy; you should be punished like a naughty little boy.”

With no other choice, Howie draped himself across her lap, feeling ridiculous. Her skirt was hiked up so his penis was inserted into the juncture of her thighs. It was now trapped between the damp cotton across her crotch and her bare skin. He grit his teeth as she began kneading his rear.

Cassie stared at the bare male behind before her. She put her hand on it and rubbed gently. Then she began squeezing. She felt his penis swell in her crotch.

“None of that!” she admonished, slapping him.

Howie jerked at the sting of her palm against his rear. She gave him four more. Then she rose, dumping him to the floor. He stood up, no longer extended.

“Wow! Can you make it go up and down at will?” He was too mortified to reply. “I bet I can!”

Once again she wrapped her hand around his penis and tugged gently. He had no choice but to follow her as she led him around the room.

“Hey, it really works!” she exclaimed. “You can lead a boy by his balls! Now get down on your hands and knees.”

“Are you gonna spank me again?”

“No, that was a one-time thing.”

Feeling silly, Howie complied. She straddled him and sat on his back. His entire body flushed with shame to match his face. He was on the floor of his room being a naked pony for a girl in his class! She slapped his butt and shouted, “Giddyup!”

“You said no spanking!” he protested.

“I couldn’t resist just once.”

She stopped slapping him but kept her hand on his crack. Mara was right, Cassie decided. Riding a boy was so much better than riding a horse. Particularly a naked boy. She had hiked up her skirt so only her panties came between her crotch and his back. Her bare thighs rubbed against his sides. The play of his muscles beneath her and the feel of his ass against her palm as he moved was exciting. She wondered if he could feel the heat and dampness pooling in her loins.

Howie wanted to die of shame as he crawled around the room carrying his female classmate on his back. Her hand was pressed against his crack. Beneath her weight, he felt heat and moisture. Then it dawned on him that yesterday he had been too shy to even talk to a girl. Today he was literally between a girl’s legs. A strip of cotton was all that separated her vagina from his body. Her bare inner thighs were pressed against his sides. The thought sent his blood racing and made his penis rigid. Humiliation wrestled with arousal. He decided he might as well take any pleasure he could from the experience.

By the third revolution of the room, he wasn’t taking much pleasure. Cassie was not a light girl and she grew heavier with each foot he crawled. Finally he collapsed beneath her. She kept her seat on his back as he gasped for breath. He discovered that lying on the floor with her on him was actually somewhat titillating, except for the being naked part. And then there was the discomfort of his enlarging manhood trying to drill its way through the floor.

Cassie backed up and sat on his generous rear. It was both soft and firm, like the most comfortable cushion. The fire in her loins grew. To Howie it felt like her naked behind was pressed against his, causing further engorgement. He squirmed to reduce the pressure. She rose.

“Now get on your knees in front of that mirror,” she ordered.

Puzzled, he got into the requested position. He felt extremely foolish, regarding his reflection in the glass. Covered with sweat from his exertion, carpet fibers, cookie crumbs and other assorted detritus adhered to his skin. Beneath the paunch resting on his upper thighs, his penis jutted out. She smirked from above and behind him.

Cassie moved forward until the back of his head pressed against the juncture of her legs. Then she straddled his neck. Still keeping both feet on the floor, she lowered herself until she was sitting on his shoulders. As he assumed more of her weight, Howie almost doubled over.

“Now stand up,” she commanded.

“I can’t.”

“You haven’t even tried.”

Howie strained but couldn’t lift her for more than a second and more than an inch. She was a solid girl.

“I told you I can’t!” he gasped.

“So am I fat or are you a weakling?”

“I’m a weakling,” he answered diplomatically.

“Maybe you should spend more time with physical activity,” she suggested, still sitting on him but keeping more of her weight on her own legs. The pressure of his neck against her crotch was indescribably arousing. “I know - I’m being a hypocrite. I’ve decided to become more active myself. At least today you get some exercise.”

She stood and Harvey sighed in relief.

“Now lie on your back.”

He did so, conscious that he was completely revealed. Cassie pondered her next move. Could she really bring herself to do what Mara had suggested? It would mean exposing herself but Mara had insisted it was worth it. She decided to proceed.

Howie was shocked when she sat on his belly. With her legs splayed, he could see right up her skirt to her panty-covered crotch.

“Go ahead and look,” she said. “You’ve already seen more of me and I’ve seen and felt a lot more of you. Want a closer look?”

She scooted forward until the white stripe of her panties filled his vision. They were so damp, they were almost transparent. Then she sat on his face.

Howie shook his head and gasped in an effort to breath. Her smell was overpowering but also somehow intoxicating. An alarm went off in his brain, “You’re practically kissing a girl’s pussy!” Cassie moaned as she rode his face, while lightning bolts danced in her loins. An electrical shock tore through her and she fell forward to the carpet, breathing heavily. Howie greedily drank in air.

He was relieved when she announced it was time to study. At least his torture was over for the moment. But then she added that he couldn’t study in that condition, sweaty and covered in dirt. He needed a bath and she was going to give him one.

She did a thorough job, soaping him all over, particularly below the waist. Being bathed by a girl in his class was the ultimate humiliation, he thought. Then he remembered all the degradation to which she had submitted him and decided that maybe other things were worse. When she lathered up her hands and transferred the suds to his penis, it became an iron bar and finally exploded. He decided that maybe some things were better.

When she held his pulsing manhood in her hands, Cassie felt she had achieved Howie’s ultimate humiliation. She was certain he truly regretted what he had done and would never violate a girl’s privacy again.

“Now go to your room and get dressed,” she said. At his look of surprise she added, “Did you expect to study naked? That would make it difficult for either of us to concentrate.”

While he dressed, she washed up. She really needed a cold shower but wasn’t going to take one in his house. She returned to his room where she opened her knapsack and removed a textbook.

“I thought we’d start with math since we have a test on Tuesday.”

She couldn’t be serious! Howie thought. After what she had put him through, did she really think they could casually study together like ordinary classmates? But after a while he discovered he could put those feelings aside - at least temporarily - and concentrate on the work. They found that in math, they complemented each other. What Howie didn’t understand, Cassie did and where she had difficulty, he could elucidate. After some time spent working together, Cassie suggested they individually tackle the problems at the end of the chapter and compare results. With a few exceptions, their answers were identical. They discussed the ones where they didn’t agree and discovered where a mistake had been made.

“Hi, Mom!” Cassie answered her phone. “We just finished reviewing math. I think we’ll both do well on the test. We still have a few other subjects. Talk to you later.” She disconnected. “That was my mom checking in,” she explained unnecessarily. “Now shall we move on to history?”

“I didn’t think you needed help in history,” he remarked, knowing she was at the top of the class in that subject.

“I don’t but maybe you do.”

She tested him on the material, helped him fill in the blanks and corrected him when he made an error. His phone rang.

“Yes, Mom, we’re still studying. We just finished math and history. Yeah, okay.” He disconnected. “That was my mom checking in. She said we can order pizza for lunch.”

“Why can’t moms untie the apron strings?” Cassie asked rhetorically. “What do they think is going on?”

“Uh..maybe what already happened,” Howie said.

Cassie burst out laughing. Howie couldn’t help himself and joined in. She had a sweet laugh. He couldn’t believe he was sharing a joke with the girl who had so thoroughly humiliated him. He couldn’t believe he was doing something as normal as studying casually with a female classmate - if anything about this situation could be classified as normal. It was too bad he hadn’t spoken to Cassie before this. Maybe they would have been friends. But after what she had put him through, there was no chance of it happening now.

Cassie couldn’t believe Howie had just made a joke about his predicament. She expected him to be too mortified to speak. Yet he had held his own during their study session. He was certainly smart. Perhaps they could have been friends. But when she thought about how he had climbed through the air conditioning ducts to spy on the girls, she knew it could never happen. She could never be friends with a pervert. He was her boy toy, plain and simple.

Howie ordered pizza delivered from the local store and they took a break for lunch. While they ate, they chatted about inconsequential things such as school, teachers and the students. They discovered they shared many of the same problems. While Howie was ridiculed by the jocks such as Chris Martin and Bobo, Cassie suffered similarly from Carla Hicks and Gladys Webb. Howie mentioned a few bullying incidents but omitted being thrown naked out of the shower room. Once again he was astounded that he was sharing pizza and casual conversation with the girl who had tortured him only an hour ago.

Lunch complete, they returned to their studies, covering science - which they were both equally good at, social studies - where Cassie was a bit better, since she seemed to have a better memory for facts, and computers - where they both shone.

“I guess that’s it for now,” Cassie said.

“Did you already complete your creative writing assignment?”

“It’s as good as it’s gonna get. I usually get B’s.”

“Let me take a look at it.”

“Writing isn’t a subject where two people can work together.”

“Sure it is. Haven’t you seen books written by two authors?”

“But we’re not being asked to collaborate here.”

“I know that. I just thought I might give you some pointers to make it better.”

“Oh,” Cassie seemed surprised at the offer from the boy she just mortified. “Okay.”

She handed him her paper. Howie wondered what had prompted him to volunteer. Was he just trying to curry favor so she would go easier on him? The assignment was to write about an experience which evoked a powerful emotion. Howie knew what he could write about now: the humiliation he had just undergone. But he had chosen an incident from his youth. Cassie had written about the time her older brother had fallen from a tree and dangled about thirty feet from the ground, held by one leg. She had seen him from her bedroom window and run to call her parents, certain that he would be dead by the time they reached him. But he had hung on long enough for her father to put up a ladder and get him to safety. After the incident, she had nightmares for weeks about people she knew falling out of trees and dying.

“When I was six years old, I was up in my bedroom one day playing tea party with my dolls,” she began her story. “I happen to look out the window and saw my thirteen-year-old brother dangling by one leg from an oak tree. He was about thirty feet up. He was calling for help but no one could hear him. I understood that the fall could kill him.”

“I understand why it had a powerful effect on you,” Howie said, “but your paper doesn’t convey it. It’s too matter-of-fact. You want the reader to feel what you were feeling at the time. I would write it like this:

“He dangled head first about thirty feet off the ground, held by one foot caught on a branch. I knew if it broke, I would lose my brother - my only sibling. Please God, I prayed, don’t let him fall. Thirteen is too young to die.”

“You’re right. That’s much better!” she exclaimed.

“Cut right to the emotion and the drama,” Howie advised. “Later you can mention that you were only six and just happened to look out the window. By then you’ll have already caught your reader’s attention and pulled him into your world.”

Together they rewrote the paper.

“This is great!” she said. “I think I might even get an A! Can I see ours?”

Howie handed it over. He had written about the loss of his grandfather when he was eight. He so eloquently described the bond they had shared, Cassie could feel his pain and mourned the man she had never met.

“Don’t change a word,” she said, tears in her eyes. “It was perfect.”

“I guess that’s it for today, unless you had something more in mind.”

Cassie had been about to call it a day and go home before Howie practically invited her to do more. She considered her options. It had been several hours and her initial excitement had faded. She was ready for another session so she could return home to shower. But could she really do this after he had been so helpful? Then she thought about him climbing through the AC duct to spy on her and decided she could.

“Okay. Take off your clothes.”

“Again? Haven’t you punished me enough?”

“For spying on me, yes. But you also spied on fifty other girls. Do you want me to tell each one to get her individual revenge?”

“No! You promised not to say anything!”

“Exactly. But that makes me the surrogate for all fifty. So no, you haven’t been punished enough. Now get those clothes off.”

Once again Howie stripped in front of his grinning classmate. This time he found it a bit easier. Again he found his manhood encased in a female hand. It immediately began to stiffen. After a minute or two of manipulation, she released him. She ordered him to his hands and knees and rode him around the room until he collapsed.

“Bath time!” she announced and gave him his second bath of the day, paying particular attention below his waist until he exploded.

“I had a lovely time,” she said gaily. “We should do this again. Next week Saturday or Sunday, depending on which day your mom will be working.”

“So you’ll be doing this fifty times?”

“I wasn’t planning on keeping count. I’ll tell you what, when you can carry me on your shoulders around the room, you’ll be a free man.”

Then she was gone and Howie stood in his room wondering if he would ever be free of her. He was determined to begin exercising.

Part 6

“How did your study session go?” his mother asked at the supper table.

“Fine,” Howie replied. “We covered a lot of ground.”

That’s right, he thought sarcastically, about eight times around my bedroom floor.

“That’s nice. I’m glad you two are friends. Cassie’s a sweet girl.”

Sure. A sweet girl who stripped me naked and molested me.

“Maybe next time you can invite her over when I’m home.”

I’d love to, Mom, but she’ll only come over when you’re not home, since you’d never approve of what she does to me.

He didn’t take a shower before going to bed, as he usually did, since he had already taken one and two baths that day. In bed he reviewed what had happened and what he could expect to endure in the future. When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of being caught naked in the girls’ locker room and being spanked and ridden by all the girls, even the ugly, fat ones. For some reason, he found the dream arousing. At one point, he was on his back on a bench and girls were bouncing on his belly. Cassie sat down on his pelvis, invoking the most intense pleasure. He awoke in mid-orgasm. Had she not milked him twice the day before, he would have needed another shower.

He spent the morning surfing the net for weight loss and body building ideas. He learned that a good set of weights would cost him about two hundred dollars. It would take him a while to obtain the funds and he didn’t want to lose time. He set out on a power walk around the area.

“How did the studying go?” her mother asked.

“Very well,” Cassie answered. “We not only covered math, history and computers, Howie even helped me with my creative writing paper.” And biology, she thought, suppressing a smirk.

“He’s an excellent writer.”

“He’s also smart. I learned a lot from him today.” Particularly sex ed.

“Maybe next time you can study here.”

“Maybe.” If you and dad won’t be home.

Cassie’s dream was similar to Howie’s. She was naked in the boy’s locker room but so were all the boys. They permitted her to touch them all over and gave her horsey rides. She straddled their backs, shoulders and bellies. Her excitement mounted, coming to a peak when she rode Chris Martin, the best looking boy in school. She woke up flushed and hurried to take a cold shower. At ten she rang Mara’s doorbell.

“Prompt and reliable,” her friend noted, opening the door. “Let’s get moving. Taneisha’s waiting for us.”

As they walked to the mall, Cassie saw the boys they passed smile at Mara or send her looks of interest while completely ignoring her. Her friend noticed.

“It was exactly the same way when the girls took me for my make-over,” she said. “It was very different on the return trip.”

Taneisha quickly seated Cassie and set to work under her mother’s watchful eye. An hour later, Cassie’s chair was turned so she could look in the mirror. The change was dramatic. She still had long hair but the blondeness had been highlighted and the tresses now ended in gentle curls. Judicious use of makeup emphasized her cheekbones and made her appear about ten pounds lighter.

“Wow! You look amazing!” Mara exclaimed.

Cassie thanked Taneisha profusely and tipped her fifty dollars. They moved on to the opthalmologist where Cassie had an appointment. About half an hour later, she walked out with contact lenses.

“I can hardly feel them! And everything looks so much clearer. I’m not seeing the dust and scratches like on my glasses!”

“And you look so much better, too,” Mara added. “Those glasses looked kinda dorky and added a few pounds to your face.”

“They only weighed about eight ounces.”

“You know what I mean. Now to finish the transformation - clothes.”

Mara chose bright red and bright blue midi skirts which didn’t quite reach her knees, tee shirts and button shirts which went with both skirts and socks to match. She talked Cassie into buying shoes and sneakers which complemented the clothing.

“Don’t the skirts seem a little tight?” Cassie asked.

“Aren’t you planning to lose a few pounds?” her friend responded.

“So are we finished?”

“Except for underwear.”

“Why do I need new underwear to look attractive?” Cassie squealed.

“You need new underwear to feel attractive. I told you, it’s all about attitude. You have to feel sexy to act sexy. And you can’t feel sexy in Hanes basic white. You know why they call it Victoria’s Secret? Because the secret to her sexiness is that she knows what she’s wearing underneath.”

Mara helped her choose bikini panties and matching bras in light pastel colors. She suggested a package of thongs which Cassie rejected but Mara took anyway.

“It’s my gift to you,” she said. “You’ll thank me later.”

Cassie had to borrow almost a hundred dollars from Mara to cover the cost of her purchases. On the way back Mara kept whispering, “Don’t look but those boys are totally checking you out.”

“I know,” Cassie said, holding her head high. Then she turned to smile at them.

“It’s about time you wore something other than jeans,” her mother said upon inspecting the items, except the thongs which Mara held in a bag. “This will certainly complement your new style. Mara, I can’t thank you enough!”

She insisted on repaying Mara immediately for the money she had advanced.

“So are you ready for the math test?” Mara asked. “I have time if you want to study.”

“I studied yesterday.”

“It doesn’t help if you study by yourself. Who’ll catch your errors?”

“I didn’t study by myself.”

“So who were you with?” Cassie remained silent. Mara went on, “A little birdie told me Howie Stiller was seen entering your house in the morning and leaving in the afternoon.”

“Okay, I studied with Howie! He’s actually pretty smart!”

“Is studying all you did?”

“Come on, Mara! It’s Howie! I’m surprised he even had the nerve to talk to me.”

“How did this study date come about?”

“I saw him struggling in class with a math problem and showed him the solution. He said he was nervous about the test. I said so was I. So we arranged to study together.”

“And that took hours?”

“It wasn’t just math. We also covered history and computers. Howie even looked over my creative writing story and improved it a lot.”

“Sounds like puppy love.”

“Mara! It’s Howie!”

“What’s wrong with Howie?”

“For one thing, he’s a dork!”

“People would say so are we. Okay, we’ve taken steps to overcome that but deep down we’re still dorks. Howie’s just taking a little longer to get past it.”

“But it’s more than just looks or his inability to talk to girls.”

“Then what is it?”

Cassie couldn’t tell Mara it was because she had caught him peeking into the girls’ locker room. For one thing, she had promised Howie to keep quiet about it if he did what she asked. For another, Mara would be furious and want revenge. Would she want to join in on their games? That would complicate things. Would she tell others? This would destroy Howie’s life and take away her boy toy. She decided to change the subject.

“Why haven’t you and Chris Martin hit it off? He’s gorgeous and it’s obvious he has a crush on you.”

“It’s not exactly a crush. He only wants what he can’t have. All the cute girls in class have a crush on him. Until recently, so did I. I was just too pathetic for him to consider. Then I had my make-over and now it drives him crazy that there’s a cute girl who doesn’t like him.”

“I don’t have to ask why you don’t like him.”

“He’s a nasty jerk and he’s stupid. Before my make-over, he used to make fun of me and I was too pathetic to reply. I was even too pathetic to walk away and stop helping him with math.”

“So why don’t you do it now?” Cassie asked. “If you don’t even like him, why spend time with him?”

“If you don’t like Howie, why are you spending time with him?”

“We’re helping each other. But Chris has nothing to offer you.”

“He does. Status. As long as he shows interest in me, others find me interesting.”

“So you’re getting something out of studying with Chris - who you don’t like - even though he can’t help you at all. I’m getting even more from studying with Howie and though I don’t like him as a boyfriend, I don’t dislike him.”

“I guess that makes sense. But what if he likes you? Isn’t it sort of cruel to lead him on?”

“I’m not leading him on and I can guarantee you that he doesn’t like me. We’re just classmates studying together.”

“Whatever you say. But today I felt you were showing more confidence and that was even before the make-over. Whether you admit it or not, I believe it has something to do with Howie.”

It does, Cassie thought, just not the way you expect.

“I’ll meet you here tomorrow,” Mara said. “I want to see all the reactions.”

Cassie took her time getting ready the next day, brushing her hair, inserting her lenses, putting on make-up and donning her new blue outfit. Mara was waiting at the door to walk her to school. Along the way, students they knew and even a few they didn’t smiled and waved.

“Much different than yesterday, right?” Mara asked.

“How do you know they’re not just waving at you?”

“Cassie, is that you? You look great!”

They turned to see the Three Musketeers, best friends Jeannie Carter, Taneisha Edwards and Stella Martin. Jerry Carter, who had called out the compliment, walked alongside his girlfriend, Stella.

“Thanks,” Cassie said shyly. “Taneisha did it.”

“She does great work, right, Mara?”

“But I need a good canvas to work with,” Tani added.

“Still think everyone’s just smiling at me?” Mara whispered.

After a night filled with dreams both humiliating and erotic, Howie showered, dressed in another of his better outfits and combed his hair.

“Someone cares about his appearance today,” his father commented. “Is it picture day at school?”

“No,” Howie answered.

“I think he’s trying to make a good impression on his study partner,” his mother remarked.

“Not all all!” Howie protested. “I don’t even really like her!”

“For someone you don’t like, you sure spent a lot of time together.”

“We were studying!”

He grabbed his knapsack and rushed out. In truth he didn’t know why he had bothered to dress up. Who was he trying to impress? To Cassie he was just the boy she could torture. She didn’t care what he wore. She would make him take it all off anyway.

When he reached school he stood by his locker and watched the main entrance. He wasn’t sure who he was waiting for. Mara came in with girl he at first didn’t recognize, though she looked familiar. He took a second glance and his jaw dropped. They passed him on the way to their own lockers.

“Cassie?” he ventured in a half-whisper. The girls turned in his direction. For a long moment, they stared at each other. Finally, he mustered up some courage. “You look really nice.”

After a second of surprise, she smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered back.

“Hey, look!” Carla exclaimed loudly, “Mara dressed up her dog and brought it to school!”

“You mean one of them is Mara?” Gladys asked sarcastically. “I thought it was two dogs.”

Normally Howie never spoke to girls and certainly not Carla - the prettiest girl in school, or Gladys - the scariest. But something moved him this morning, perhaps the tears forming in Cassie’s eyes.

“Just because you’re a cheerleader, it doesn’t give you the right to make fun of someone!”

“Sure it does! Cheerleaders rule!”

“Maybe in high school. But one day when you’re asking ‘Would you like fries with that?’ and Cassie owns the fast-food chain where you work, you’ll wish you had been nicer to her.”

“Oh my gosh! Did the little dork just squeak?”

Laughing, the two girls walked away. Cassie turned to Howie and nodded her thanks before heading off with Mara.

“I think he likes you,” Mara whispered.

“And I can guarantee you he doesn’t,” Cassie responded.

She wondered if it was possible he did even after what she had put him through.

Howie wondered how he had gained the courage to speak up on her behalf and why. He hated to see the tears in her eyes but after what she had done to him, why did he care?

Cassie stopped at her locker to exchange some of the books in her knapsack for others she would need for her first class. Mara continued down the hall to her own locker.

“Cassie, is that you? You look fantastic!”

It was Levon Harris, handsome athlete, mathlete and popular student. He was walking with Chris Martin. Cassie’s smile grew so wide, it threatened to split her face.

“It’s amazing what they can do with make-up these days,” Chris added. “They can even make Cassie look human.”

“Chris, cut that out!” Levon snapped. “Didn’t you learn your lesson? Sorry, Cassie. I don’t know why I’m walking with this jerk. I forgot how stupid he was.”

But Cassie wasn’t listening. She was already running to the restroom, hoping to make it before the tears started flowing. It was bad enough being insulted by the two stuck-up girls but Chris was the best looking boy in the school and her secret crush.

A murmur filled the hall as the incident circulated among the students. Howie overheard Evan Short repeat it to Lindsey Hicks. Consumed with anger, the formerly timid Howie didn’t even consider that Chris was stronger than him and an athlete before reacting. Entering the classroom, he yanked on the other boy’s shoulder.

“What the hell sort of comment was that?” he demanded.

To his surprise, Chris didn’t slug him.

“I know,” he said. “It was stupid and I’m sorry I said it.”

“Well, don’t tell me. Tell Cassie.”

“I would but I think it’s too late.” He was staring behind Howie with fear in his eyes.

“Why is that?”

“Because Mara knows.”

Howie turned to see Cassie and Mara in the room. It was obvious that Cassie had been crying. But now they were both staring at Chris with an expression not of anger but anticipation.

Part 7

Immediately after hearing the insult, Cassie ran to the restroom and barricaded herself in one of the stalls. Sitting on the toilet seat lid, she sobbed. A knock sounded at the door. Looking down, she recognized the shoes under the partition.

“Not now, Mara. I need a moment.”

“Fine, take your time. I just wanted you to know you’re being silly.”

The tears stopped abruptly. “Why is it silly to cry after being publicly insulted?”

“Because it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. Just a few minutes before, Carla and Gladys insulted you and you didn’t seem to care.”

“Because they insult everyone.”

“So does Chris.”

“He hasn’t insulted me before. In fact, he’s never spoken a word to me.”

“Because until now you were beneath his notice. You know what he said to me after I got my make-over. He said I looked like a star - Miss Piggy. That underneath the make-up and hair it was just a pig.” Mara’s voice cracked as she remembered. “I reacted the same way you did. I found a place to cry. Back then I still had a crush on him.”

“You mean you don’t anymore?”

“I told you he’s nasty and stupid.”

“He’s also gorgeous.”

“His looks don’t make up for his miserable personality. Anyway, after what happened, there’s no way I could ever look at him with anything but contempt.”

“I wish I could feel that way.”

Mara considered for a moment. “I think it’s time you did. How’d you like to humiliate Chris even worse than he did you? How’d you like to teach him a lesson about the proper way to treat a young lady?”

“I’d love to but how?”

“Let me finish my story. There I was sitting under a tree sobbing my heart out when the Three Musketeers found me. Stella told me she had something important to show me at her house. We sat around her laptop and she said she was about to show me some embarrassing videos of Chris, like him taking a bath. I didn’t understand why watching an old recording of baby Chris taking a bath would make a difference. Then she showed me. The video was recent.”

Cassie gasped. “You saw him naked?”

“And more.”

“But how..?”

“Remember how Jerry Carter was after his dad got arrested and had to stay away from their home?” Cassie nodded. “He stopped cleaning his room or helping around the house. Jeannie and her mom stopped doing his laundry in the hope it would force him to get his act together. It didn’t. He just wore the same clothes for days and became more obnoxious.

“One day Jeannie couldn’t take it anymore. She brought Stella and Taneisha over to teach him a lesson. First, they tried to force him to clean his room. He tried to make a break for it. So they stripped him to his underwear and watched over him until he cleaned his room and washed his clothes. Tani even gave him a haircut against his will.”

“He must have been furious!”

“He was. Until he came to school the next day looking very different. Carla even asked him out. So he decided they had done him a favor and got with the program.”

“If Carla asked him out, why is he with Stella?”

“Because he quickly figured out that Carla was a stuck-up piece of work. But he’s not the focus of the story. Chris was even more obnoxious than Jerry. His mom was at her wits’ end. When she saw what happened to Jerry, she gave Stella and her friends the go-ahead to try the same thing on Chris.

“First, they spanked him over his clothes and told him he would get more unless there was a major change in behavior. He responded by threatening Stella about what he would do the minute her friends left. They decided he needed another lesson. When they went upstairs, he was taking a bath. So they picked the lock on the door and walked in on him. That’s when they shot the first video.”

“He must have been absolutely mortified!”

“That was only the start. They dragged him out of the tub and put him through a series of humiliations. Remember that day we were discussing what we would do with a boy slave?”

Cassie nodded. “I knew you couldn’t have come up with it on the spur of the moment. So that’s what they put him through?”

“Exactly.”

“And you got to watch the entire video?”

“I also got to record my own video,” Mara said with a smirk.

“Oh my gosh! How’d that happen?”

“The Musketeers made a deal with Chris that as long as he behaved, no one else would see that video but if he didn’t, they would do it again and bring in more participants. After what he said to me, they decided he’d crossed the line, and since I was his victim, I would get to participate.”

“So what did you get to do to him?”

“Anything I wanted. It was me and him alone in his room.”

“And he went along with that?”

“He didn’t have a choice. If he refused, Tani would come up to enforce it while Stella would call Carla Hicks to join us. You can bet Chris wanted to avoid that.”

“Oh my gosh!” The thought made Cassie’s panties damp. “I bet you relive the memory every time you see him, and so does he.”

“What makes you think it only happened once?”

“How many times did you do it?”

“I’m still doing it!”

“You’re still punishing him for an insult he made months ago? I know it was nasty, but still, aren’t you taking it too far?”

“This has nothing to do with the insult. I’ve been tutoring him in math. In the past, he would constantly daydream and I ended up filling in his homework. Now we start our sessions with him in his underwear. I find it keeps him more grounded. If he daydreams, I make him bend over the table while I sit on him. If he zones out again, I pull down him underpants and spank him. At the end of the lesson, he has to pay me for my time with his. That means horsey rides and ..other things.”

“Oh my gosh! You’re so lucky!”

“So are you.”

“What do you mean?” Cassie asked in shock. Mara couldn’t know about Howie!

“Chris just insulted you. He needs a behavior adjustment. Tomorrow we have a math test. That means I’ll be tutoring him tonight. You’re gonna join us.”

Filled with excitement, Cassie followed Mara into their classroom. She saw Howie chatting with Chris and he saw her. The look she directed his way was not what he expected. Instead of anger, he saw anticipation.

During lunch, Cassie passed up the spaghetti and dessert for salad and an apple.

“I want this skirt to fit properly,” she whispered to Mara by way of explanation.

As they walked to their seats, they passed Howie. His tray contained salad and a banana. He and Cassie glanced at each other’s tray and exchanged meaningful looks.

“It’s a good start,” Cassie said approvingly. “Now we both have to get out from behind our monitors and get some exercise.”

“I researched weights yesterday,” Howie said. “Now I have to save up some money so I can buy a set.”

“My brother’s set is in our garage. You can borrow it if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“My brother doesn’t use it since he’s away at college. My dad would love to get rid of it but Kevin might want it when he eventually moves out. So you can certainly borrow it.”

“Uh, thanks,” he replied, surprised she had made the offer. “I’ll hafta ask my dad when he can help me pick it up.”

“Why can’t you pick it up yourself? I’m only a block away.”

“Doesn’t it weight like two hundred pounds?”

“You don’t hafta take it all at once. Bring home the barbells with twenty pounds tonight and come back for some more later when you’ve built yourself up to manage it.”

“Sounds like a plan! Thanks! So when should I come over?”

“Better meet me right after school. I’m studying math with Mara later.”

“For someone you claim not to like, you two seem to be pretty cozy,” Mara commented as they walked away.

“Howie needs a weight set and we have one we’d like to get rid of! That’s all!”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Mara said with a smirk.

After school Howie met Cassie in front of the building and they walked to her home together. Despite the intimate time they had spent together, for some reason they found nothing to say to each other and walked in silence. In Cassie’s garage, Howie removed all but twenty pounds of weight from a barbell.

“Thanks again,” he said as he set out for home.

Once home, Howie followed the instructions he found online and did a number of reps with the weights. He followed these with sit-ups and push-ups. If he raised the number gradually each night and added more weight to the barbell, eventually he would be able to carry Cassie on his shoulders. If she was telling the truth, she would then make him a free man.

Since Mara lived closer to the Martins, Cassie walked to her house and they set out together. Mrs. Martin answered the door when Mara rang the bell.

“Hello, Mara! So you’re here to help Chris pass his math test tomorrow? How nice!”

“This is my classmate, Cassie,” Mara said. “She’ll be joining us tonight.”

“Yes, I was told you would be helping. Chris is up in his room. I’m going out to do some shopping. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Have a good night.”

“What did she mean she was told I would be helping?” Cassie asked once the woman left.

“Hi, Cassie!” Stella Martin greeted her. “We heard about Chris’s nasty comment today.”

“Nasty and inaccurate” Taneisha added.

“Well, of course,” Cassie agreed. “I don’t mean to brag, but after all, it was your work and you do great work.”

“After we heard what he said, I suggested to Mara that you join her for tonight’s session,” Stella said. “But she was already on top of it. Chris wasn’t told you were coming but he probably suspects. He’s stupid but he can’t be that stupid. He has to remember what happened when he insulted Mara.”

“And your mom is okay with it?” Cassie asked incredulously.

“She was the one who asked us to take charge and except for a few slips, it’s working. Now Chris will learn for the second time that when he insults a girl, he’ll get back a lot worse.”

“Obviously the lesson I taught him didn’t take,” Mara said. “Maybe the third time’s the charm.”

Cassie followed Mara up the stairs. She was shocked at first when her friend opened a door and entered Chris’s room without knocking. Then she recalled that after what Mara had done to Chris, he no longer had any privacy where she was concerned. He was sitting in a chair at a desk reading a math book, wearing a white tee shirt and sweat pants. Cassie thought he looked particularly cute. Already her heart was pounding.

“Cramming now?” Mara asked. “Why don’t you just pay more attention in class?”

“What she doing here?” Chris asked, jerking his head in Cassie’s direction.

“She’s here to help tutor you.”

“She doesn’t know math as well as you.”

“She’s not here to tutor you in math but in psychology.”

“We’re not taking psychology.”

“Then science. We’re doing a variation of Pavlov’s experiment. Every time you humiliate a girl, she teaches you a lesson. How many times will it take before you learn to stop doing it?”

“No way!” Chris protested.

“You asked for it when you made your comment.”

“Well, I won’t let her near me and I’m stronger than both of you.”

“Tani’s downstairs and she’s stronger than you. She’ll bring up Jeannie and your sister, not that she needs their help. And while she’s holding you down, I’ll be happy to call Carla Hicks. I’ll ask her to invite Lindsey and where Lindsey goes, Marsha goes. So it’s the two of us or eight of us. Your choice.”

Chris stared at the floor, knowing he had no choice. “Okay,” he grunted.

“Cassie, set your cell phone to video mode. You’re gonna want to record this.”

Chris grimaced as Cassie took her friend’s advice.

“Now, Chris, get into your study uniform,” Mara ordered.

Still looking at the floor, he stripped off his tee shirt. Cassie took in his golden perfection and well-developed chest. It was quite a contrast to Howie.

“Keep going,” Mara urged.

Chris expected it to be easier this time. After all, he had shed his pants in front of his sister, Jeannie, Taneisha and Mara numerous times. But this was Cassie, one of the most pathetic girls in his grade. Actually not so pathetic any more, he realized. Like Mara, she had undergone an amazing transformation and her new look was making it harder for him. He steeled himself and decided to use the ripping-off-a-bandaid approach. Thrusting his thumbs in the waistband of his sweat pants, he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them.

Cassie almost gasped when she beheld the handsomest boy in school, the subject of her long-time crush, standing before her in only a pair of white underpants. Unless he had stuffed something in there, he was well-developed all over. Her pulse pounded at the thought that she would soon find out.

“Can we get started now?” Chris asked, sitting in one of the two chairs at the desk.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mara asked. “Where is Cassie supposed to sit?”

“Uh...I’ll get another chair,” Chris offered, standing up.

“No point. You don’t need one. You just bend over the desk...” When Chris hesitated, she asked, “Should I call Tani?”

He put his palms on the desk and bent over. Cassie drank in the sight of his firm backside in the tight underpants.

“As long as you’re in position, I believe someone owes you a spanking. Cassie, what do you think?”

She needed no further urging. Her palm was itching to feel that behind. She placed it across his crack and squeezed gently.

Chris cringed. Now a second girl in his class was making his butt her plaything. The squeezing stopped and was replaced by a sharp pain as she slapped him. She repeated it three times, making him jump with each blow.

“Good thing you weren’t planning to sit down,” Mara remarked, which caused Chris to flush and the two girls to giggle. “Shall we begin the session?” She sat in one chair while Cassie took the other. “No, Cassie, you won’t be sitting in the chair. There’s a much better seat available.”

The pounding of Cassie’s heart beat in time with the pulsing in her crotch. She stood on the chair behind Chris and lifted her skirt to waist level before boosting herself on to his back. She almost moaned aloud. Only a strip of cotton separated her crotch from his back. It was just like in her erotic dream. She was riding the best looking boy in school!

Chris did moan aloud. He had finally become used to Mara doing this and now it was Cassie. She weighed more than Mara, probably by no more than ten pounds but it made a difference, particularly when she would be sitting on him for an hour.

Cassie rocked back and forth, pressing her most sensitive area against his warm back while small jolts of electricity danced in her loins. Chris tensed against the strain, then felt her vagina through her thin panties and a tingle developed in his own crotch. Beside him, Mara droned on but he didn’t hear a word she said.

“So what’s the answer, Chris?” she asked, jolting him back to reality. He hadn’t even heard the question. “Zoning out again? There’s only one way to handle that. Cassie, get down. Tonight you get to do the honors.”

Cassie slid off his back slowly, reluctant to dismount but anticipating what came next. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down to expose his firm, white buttocks. She tried to take them all the way down but found their progress blocked by a protrusion in front.

“Turn around, Chris!” she ordered.

Chris groaned as he complied. His bulge had almost doubled in size. Cassie pulled the front of his waistband forward to clear it, then pulled the garment completely down, kneeling as she did so. She was now staring at a naked Chris from inches away. Surrounded by golden fuzz, his penis was thicker than Howie’s, with a plump sack beneath. She couldn’t wait to fondle it. But she first had a task to complete. Turning Chris around, she slapped his bare butt three times, watching pink hand prints appear.

“Now can we continue?” Mara asked.

“How can I concentrate with Cassie on my back?” Chris whined.

“Fine. Cassie, for the rest of the session, you can sit in the chair. There will be time for fun and games later.”

They continued studying with Chris struggling to pay more attention while Cassie watched her hand prints fade from his buttocks.

“That’s it for now,” Mara said finally. “It’s play time!”

Part 8

“Turn around, Chris!” Cassie ordered.

He did so slowly, blushing furiously. He was stark naked in front of two girls in his class. How long would this go on and how many more girls would eventually get to see him like this? He cringed as Cassie grasped his penis in her right hand and cupped his sack with her left. How had his private parts become public property?

His was thicker and longer than Howie’s, Cassie noted, and it was still growing. After a moment, she released him.

“I’d hate to have a mess on my new skirt,” she said.

“I was about to warn you,” Mara said.

“You didn’t have to. I took sex ed. Okay, Chris, walk across the room.”

As he did so, she cupped his bottom and followed him. The feel of his gluteus maximus against her palm as he moved sent tingles to her loins.

“Your butt is so hard compared...” she caught herself. She had been about to say “compared to Howie.” She hoped Mara hadn’t noticed.

“Compared to who?” Mara asked.

She should have known Mara would pick up on it. She recovered quickly.

“Larry Fenster.”

“You touched Larry’s butt?”

“No way! But I don’t have to touch it to know how soft it is.” She hoped that was enough to dispel suspicion. “Okay, Chris, down on all fours.”

He groaned, knowing what was coming next. Cassie hiked up her skirt and mounted him. She slapped his butt and shouted, “Giddyup, horsey!”

Once again a mortified Chris crawled naked around the room with a female classmate riding him, her hand pressed against his derriere. Cassie weighed more than Mara, probably about the same as Jeannie Carter who he had carried several times, though not as much as Taneisha who he had also been forced to carry.

After two revolutions of his room, Mara said, “Hey, Cassie, move over!”

Cassie had to remove her hand from Chris’s behind in order to slide forward. She put one foot in front of each of his shoulders while Mara seated herself behind her on Chris’s back. He groaned as he strained to carry both girls. Eventually he collapsed. Mara rose immediately. Cassie backed up to sit on his behind. It was much harder than Howie’s.

“I’ll sit here until you’ve recovered so we can go on to the next event,” Cassie said.

After a minute, Chris decided there was no point in delaying. The faster he finished, the sooner they would leave. He indicated his readiness to continue.

“Get on your knees!”

Chris groaned again, knowing what coming. When he was in position, Cassie straddled his shoulders and sat down. Chris struggled to his feet. Cassie delighted in the feel of his neck between her legs as he carried her. After a while, he collapsed to his knees and she dismounted.

“I guess it’s bath time!” Cassie announced.

“Did you forget what comes next?” Mara prodded her.

“I know. But I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because he’ll see my panties!”

She was wearing one of her new ones and it was a lot more revealing than the pair she had worn with Howie.

“So what? I’m sure he’s seen panties before. You’ve seen a lot more of him.”

“But it’s so...intimate!”

“That’s the whole point. You’ve got to loosen up a little to get back a whole lot. Believe me, it’ll be worth it. I’ll go first. Okay, Chris. Assume the position - face up on the bed.”

Chris lay down with his head at the foot of the bed. Mara backed up until she was straddling his head. She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a light blue thong. Chris’s face was only inches below her crotch. Cassie stared in disbelief as Mara sat. She bounced up and down, pushing Chris’s head into the mattress. He shook his head violently as he tried to breathe. Mara’s face flushed and she moaned aloud. Then she fell forward as tremors shook her. While Chris gasped for breath, she sank to the carpet, breathing heavily.

“That is the best part of the evening!” she exclaimed when she recovered. “If you wimp out, you’ll regret it.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” she decided, and Chris groaned again.

He looked up as she straddled his face and his vision was filled with the sight of a vagina barely covered by a moist strip of pink cloth. He was not expecting her to be wearing bikini panties. Then her crotch was pressed against his mouth and her substantial weight came down on his head. Her smell was similar yet different than Mara, powerful yet arousing. It dawned on him that this was the third girl to press her pussy against his face. The thought caused him to stiffen even further.

Cassie was carried on waves of ecstacy even beyond that which she had experienced with Howie. She couldn’t believe she was sitting on Chris’s face! Her crotch was pressed against that gorgeous countenance! Bolts of lightning tore through her and she staggered off him. Her knees buckled and she sank to the carpet. It took her a minute to recover.

“You were right,” she said to Mara. “That was amazing!”

“Now it’s time to leave. Good night, Chris. Good luck on the math test tomorrow.”

“Are you gonna leave me like this?” Chris protested, indicating his erection.

“Poor boy, you’re right. We’ve had our fun so it’s only fair you have yours.”

“It’s the only good thing about the experience,” he admitted.

“Fine. It’s bath time. Cassie, you’ve babysat before. I’m sure you know how to give a boy a bath.”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go.”

Taking their cell phones, they followed Chris down the hall, his flagpole leading the way. On the way they passed the open door to Stella’s room where she, Jeannie and Tanisha were chatting.

“Enjoy your bath, Chris!” Jeannie called out.

He flushed and started to cover himself, then realized it was pointless. They had already seen and touched all his secrets. He filled the tub with water and climbed in. The girls lathered him with soap, Mara taking the rear and Cassie his front. Despite the humiliation of being bathed by two female classmates, their ministrations had the desired effect. Cassie was thrilled to hold his throbbing member while it practically exploded in her grip. The girls washed their hands, retrieved their books and prepared to leave.

“Cassie, I hope you had a good time!” Stella called out. “And don’t take this personally, but I hope you never have reason to visit again. Though knowing Chris, you probably will.”

“That was incredible!” Cassie exclaimed on the way home.

“Better than Howie?” Mara asked.

Cassie stopped abruptly. “What makes you say that?”

“Elementary, my dear Watson. Last week you couldn’t talk to each other. Saturday you spent a whole day together.”

“We were studying!”

“Like Chris and I were studying. I could tell you had some experience. First, you knew to let go of Chris before he erupted.”

“I told you I took sex ed!”

“That wouldn’t be enough to remember during all the excitement. I forgot the first time until Chris reminded me. And then your comment about how his butt is hard compared to someone else. I know you weren’t thinking of Larry.”

“You’re really overanalyzing!”

“Am I? I saw the way you were walking on Sunday even before your make-over. You had a certain confidence you never showed before. And then the way Howie looks at you in school, like he’s in awe of you and afraid of you at the same time. It’s the same way Chris looks at me. And the way you speak to Howie, like you’re the goddess who can crush him but chooses not to, that’s the same way I speak to Chris. So what do you have on Howie?”

“Who said I have something on him? Maybe he just likes me and wants me to do things to him.”

“Then he wouldn’t act afraid of you.”

“He’s afraid that I’ll tell someone exactly what we did on Saturday.”

“Why should he be afraid? Wouldn’t it be your secret too? Unless you made him do it, the same way I made Chris, by holding something over him.”

“Congratulations, Sherlock Holmes!” Cassie said sarcastically.

“So what do you have on him?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not? I thought we shared everything. I told you about Chris!”

“Because Chris did something rotten to me!”

Cassie paused. Hadn’t Howie done something rotten to Mara, even if she didn’t know about it? Why should she keep his secret from her best friend after Mara had shared Chris with her? But how would Mara react? She might get so angry, she would confront Howie and the story would become public. Howie’s life would be destroyed and Cassie would lose her boy toy.

“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll tell you. But you hafta promise you won’t get angry and that you’ll never tell anyone else, ever.”

“Sounds really serious. But why would I get angry?”

“Believe me, when you find out what Howie did, you’re gonna hit the roof.”

“What did he do that could affect me? Cheat on a test and ruin the curve?”

“Worse than that. He saw our curves.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Remember Friday in the locker room when you gave me that speech about attitude and not hiding under a towel?” Mara nodded. “Well, I took your advice. After you left, I dropped the towel. And the first time I bared myself, I discovered a peeping Tom in the A/C vent.”

“OMG! You must have been mortified! And furious!” Then a thought struck her. “How long had he been there?”

“Long enough.”

“OMG! He saw me too?”

“Almost definitely.”

Cassie decided not to mention the video. There was no telling how far Mara would take her revenge if she knew about that.

“Almost?”

“Okay, definitely.”

“And you expect me not to get angry? That pervert! So what did you do?”

“I made him a deal. I’d keep my mouth shut if he agreed to become my boy toy.”

“And he agreed to that?”

“He knew if I told the principal, he’d be expelled, the police would be called and he’d end up with a record. Not to mention what Tani, Gladys and the other girls would do to him.”

“So what did you do to him?”

“Everything on the list. Except for the shoulder ride. He couldn’t manage that.”

“And when are you getting together with him again?”

“Either Saturday or Sunday, whichever day his folks won’t be home.”

“Let me know when. I plan on participating. Until then, don’t say anything to Howie. I’d love to see the look on his face when he finds out.”

“Did you say anything to Mara?” Howie asked Cassie the next day.

“Why would you think so?”

“Because she’s been giving me funny looks.”

“She figured out something happened between us. She thinks you have a crush on me.”

“More like you’re crushing me,” Howie muttered. “Did you tell her she’s wrong?”

“I tried but she knows something’s up. So what’s it gonna be this weekend, Saturday or Sunday?”

“Neither. My mom is home Saturday and my dad is home Sunday.”

When Cassie reported to Mara during lunch that Howie’s house would be unavailable the whole weekend, she first seemed upset. Then she smiled and told Cassie to wait a moment. She crossed the cafeteria to chat with Stella.

“Tell Howie to make himself available on Saturday,” she said when she returned. “We’ll be meeting at the Martins’ house.”

“Why there?”

“Mrs. Martin won’t be home and neither will Stella. Chris will have to go along with anything we ask and Howie has no choice.”

“How will you explain Howie to Chris or Chris to Howie?”

“We don’t have to. They’ll each know we have something big on the other. If they want to exchange confidences, that’s up to them, but I don’t believe they will. Certainly not Howie. He knows Chris has a big mouth.”

“Why would you want both boys together anyway?”

“Double the boys, double the fun. This will give me a chance to try something I’ve been fantasizing about: boy horsey races.”

Both Howie and Cassie found the math test easy. A few days later when they were given their grades, Howie received a 92 and Cassie a 94. Mara achieved her usual 100 and Chris squeaked by with a 72. It was less than what he had gotten in the days when Mara had done his homework for him and let him cheat off her tests but better than his failing grades during the periods when she had refused to help him.

“Why are we here?” Howie asked that Saturday morning.

Cassie had invited him to study with her, if demanding that he show up at her house could be considered an invitation. When he arrived, she surprised him by setting out for another destination, leaving him no choice but to accompany her to the Martin home.

“We’re joining a study group,” she replied. “Chris Martin and Mara Wolf.”

Howie smiled in relief. Obviously today he would be spared another humiliating session. She wouldn’t do it in front of others. Cassie caught his smile in her peripheral vision and smirked inwardly. He was in for a shock.

Chris answered the door. Mara was already there. She must have just arrived, since Chris was still wearing a tee shirt and pajama bottoms. Howie glanced quizzically at the other boy’s attire, wondering why he would wear pajamas in the presence of two female classmates.

“I just told Chris that we would be studying as a group,” Mara said.

Cassie noted Chris’s smile. Obviously he also thought Howie’s presence meant he would be off the hook. The group gathered in Chris’s room where there were still only two chairs at the desk.

“Let me get two more chairs,” Chris said.

“Two is all we’ll need,” Mara said.

Chris stared at her. “But Howie’s here.”

“He won’t need a chair and neither will you. Cassie and I might not need them either. That depends on you and Howie.”

“You can’t expect me to...in front of Howie! And why would he..?”

“Haven’t you figured it out? We have something on you and you’ll do anything to make sure it remains a secret. Well, we have something on Howie, too. Something even bigger.”

“You told her?!” Howie shouted at Cassie.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Cassie replied. “She mostly figured it out. Anyway, she’s my best friend and she shared her biggest secret with me.”

“But you promised!”

“And I did my best to keep it but she knows me too well. Anyway, don’t forget what you did involves her as well. She has a right to know.”

“So are you gonna tell all the girls? Then everything you made me do was for nothing!”

“Howie, before you say another word, remember that Chris doesn’t know what we’re talking about,” Mara pointed out. “He also has a big mouth. I’d suggest you shut up before he figures out what we have on you.”

“But this isn’t fair!”

“Neither is what you did. This is a done deal. You have no say in the matter. You’re gonna do everything we say or what you did will become public knowledge. So it’s up to you. Are you staying or leaving?”

“Staying,” he choked out after a pause. “But you hafta promise me two things. First: this is a one-time thing. I’m not gonna hafta deal with Mara again.”

“I don’t see where you’re in a position to make demands,” Cassie began, but Mara interrupted.

“That’s fine with me. I’m only doing this out of curiosity and to teach you a lesson for what you did. Once will be enough. I’ve got a better candidate anyway.” She put a hand on Chris’s shoulder. He didn’t know whether to smile or scowl. “What’s your second condition?”

“Neither of you ever tells anyone else. Not even one more person. You hafta swear to it. I don’t want to hear that Mara told her next best friend and she told the next one, because then there’s no point to this. I might as well just walk out right now and face the consequences.”

“Cassie is my best friend and the only reason she told me is because one, I wormed most of it out of her and two, I shared my biggest secret with her - my arrangement with Chris. And I wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t insulted her at school, just as she wouldn’t have told me about you if it hadn’t involved me. So you can trust both of us to keep your secret. Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin the great thing Cassie’s got.”

Now Howie didn’t know whether to smile or scowl.

“So do we understand each other?” Mara asked. Howie nodded. “Okay, let the games begin!”

Part 9

“Okay, boys,” Mara began, “get into your study uniforms.” As Chris pulled off his shirt, Mara explained, “Howie, that means underpants.”

Blushing furiously, Howie slowly took off his sneakers, then his shirt and pants. He stood next to Chris, conscious that he was in front of two female classmates in just his underpants, aware that they were comparing his body to that of the athlete beside him. He was ashamed of his scrawny chest, pot belly and pudgy rear. Chris practically preened, flexing his muscles. Then it occurred to him that he was standing in his underpants in front of two girls. His smile turned into a frown.

After noting the differences between them, Mara approached Howie and inserted her fingers in the waistband of his underpants. He squeezed his eyes shut and flushed over his entire body as she pushed them down. Simultaneously, Cassie did the same to Chris. Both boys went crimson as the girls cataloged their differences.

“I believe Howie’s is longer than Chris’s but it’s skinnier,” Cassie noted.

“Definitely,” Mara agreed, wrapping her hand around Howie’s penis. “Can you get me a piece of paper. I have the urge to write something.”

“You’re right. It does sort of look like a pencil.”

The girls went on in this vein, giggling while measuring and manipulating the parts being discussed. Then Mara ordered the boys to turn around. Now they compared Chris’s firm butt with Howie’s generous one, squeezing both as they did so. Howie was glad he was not facing them so they couldn’t see the tears escaping his eyes. Then he felt a sharp pain as Mara slapped his backside. She did it twice more.

“That’s for...what you did to me!” she said.

“What did he do?” Chris asked.

“Nothing,” Howie sobbed. He didn’t want the big-mouthed boy to know.

“Hey, baby, are you crying?”

“Hey, Chris, I wouldn’t talk if I were you!” Cassie interjected. For some reason she felt protective of her boy toy. “I heard you bawled like a baby the first time this happened to you.”

Chris flushed and became silent. Now Mara ordered the boys to get down on all fours. While Cassie mounted Chris, Mara straddled Howie.

A myriad of confusing thoughts flew through Howie’s mind. Once again he was being a naked horsey for a female classmate. A girl a year younger than him was turning him into her plaything and he had no choice. At the same time he realized that another nearly bare female crotch was pressed against his back. Mara was wearing a thong and she might as well have been naked. He could feel everything and it was raising the lead in his pencil.

“We’re going to have a horsey race,” Mara announced. “To the opposite wall and back.”

“What does the winner get?” Chris asked.

“A great horsey race! If you haven’t figured it out, either Cassie or I will be the winner. But the loser will be the horse who comes in second. He’ll hafta carry the both of us around the room.”

Howie’s stomach dropped. There was no way he could win against Chris. He could barely carry one girl, much less two. Still, Mara weighed less than Cassie, so he was determined to give it a try. At Mara’s signal, the boys crawled for all they were worth. Chris beat him to the finish line by several feet.

“Sorry, Howie, you lose,” Mara said.

She slid forward and put both her legs in front of his shoulders. Howie strained with the pressure on his arms. Then Cassie sat behind Mara on his lower back. Hard as he tried, Howie could only crawl a few feet before he collapsed under them.

Chris laughed. “You’re such a weakling!”

“You couldn’t manage the two of us either!” Cassie reminded him.

“But I got a lot further than he did.”

“Just for that, you’re about to do it again.”

“But I won the race!”

“This will be a lesson in learning to keep your big mouth shut.” Cassie rose from Howie’s back and mounted Chris. “Come on, Mara.”

“Give me a moment.” She backed up and sat on Howie’s butt, bouncing up and down. “You’re right. This is much softer than Chris’s.”

Howie could not feel more degraded. He lay face down flat on the floor, with a girl sitting on him and commenting on his backside. Then he felt the pressure of her nearly naked butt against his and his pencil threatened to drill through the floor. After a moment, Mara rose and joined Cassie sitting on Chris. He strained to carry them and collapsed before reaching the wall but smiled in triumph at beating Howie.

“Shoulder rides!” Cassie shouted.

Groaning, the boys knelt next to each other. Cassie straddled Chris’s shoulders. He lifted her and carried her across the room. Mara sat on Howie’s shoulders. He struggled and managed to lift her off the floor but could not rise to his feet.

“Looks like we’ll be doing this for a long time,” Cassie commented.

“Give me time!” Howie protested. “I’ve only been working out for a week!”

“Now the best part of the event, face rides!” Mara announced. “Chris, assume the position!”

Chris lay face up on his bed with his head at the edge. Cassie raised her skirt and sat down on his face. Howie watched her bounce, his pencil growing longer. At the same time he felt something akin to jealousy stir within him. Cassie shouldn’t be doing something this intimate with anyone but him. Then he reminded himself that he had no claim on her. She wasn’t his girlfriend, just the girl who tortured him regularly. Cassie finished and stood up. Chris rose from the bed.

Now it was Howie’s turn and it dawned on him that it would be Mara sitting on him. The thought both thrilled and terrorized him. Yet another girl would be humiliating him. At the same time, this would make the second girl to press her pussy into his face.

He lay across the bed while Mara straddled him. Looking up he saw almost her whole nude, shapely backside. Then her barely concealed vagina behind the strip of her thong filled his vision as she sat down. He breathed through the familiar, overpowering scent as her weight came down on his head. After a minute of bouncing, she stood and then sat on the carpet to recover.

“The final event, bath time!” she called out. “Let’s go, boys! Come on, Howie! ” she urged, when Chris walked out of his room toward the bathroom but Howie continued to lay on the bed.

“I’m not gonna march naked through someone else’s house!” he protested.

“No one’s home and they’re not coming back for hours. Let’s go.”

Pencil preceding him, Howie followed Chris to the bathroom, where the other boy had already started to fill the tub.

“Now get in.” Chris stepped into the tub. “Howie, you too.”

“I’m not taking a bath with him!” both boys protested almost simultaneously.

“Hey, you’re not taking a bath like to get clean. This part is our little favor to you.”

“I don’t care! You’re gonna have to do us one at a time!” Chris shouted.

“Okay. But first let’s go back to your bedroom for one more event. First, Howie’s gonna sit on your face, then you’re gonna sit on his.”

“No way!”

“It’s that or you both get into the tub right now.”

Looking ill, both boys climbed into the tub, moving to opposite ends as much as possible. The girls set to lathering them up, Mara working on Howie and Cassie on Chris. Howie was mortified at having his younger, female classmate massage every inch of his skin, probe his buttocks and fondle his penis. Chris was less bothered, having gone through this several times in the past, with four different girls, including Cassie only recently. It didn’t take him long to reach orgasm. With his back to Howie, he exploded.

Despite the humiliation, Howie gave himself over to the tactile sensations and let go. Eventually he found release. The girls washed their hands at the sink.

“Now you guys clean up after yourselves and then come join us,” Mara said. “We still have some studying to do.”

To the boys’ relief, the study session was conducted clothed. Because Chris needed a lot of extra attention and both Cassie and Howie wanted to be gone before Stella returned, they left when Mara began to review the math.

“Thanks a lot!” Howie said sarcastically on the way back.

“I already explained to you why I had no choice in the matter. And Mara already promised this was a one-time thing. After this, she’ll stick with Chris and I’ll stick with you. Though I’m sure you understand why I would prefer Chris.”

“Maybe I’d prefer Mara.”

“So you want us to trade? I don’t think Mara will go for it. Besides, it’ll be really hard to explain to the Three Musketeers why I’m taking over for Mara and why she’s with you. But if you really want someone else instead of me, I can tell another girl what you did and see what she wants to do about it. Would you prefer Carla Hicks?”

Howie would prefer no one subject him to those humiliating sessions but if he had to undergo them and had a choice of tormentor, he would certainly prefer the beautiful Carla to Cassie. Then again, Carla had a mean streak and her idea of retribution would probably be extremely painful and not the least bit enjoyable. And Carla would undoubtedly tell the other cheerleaders. In retrospect, he had been lucky to have been caught by Cassie and not Carla.

“You haven’t answered my question. Do you want me to ask Carla?”

“No way! You promised you wouldn’t tell!”

“Exactly. I promised and - except for Mara where I really didn’t have a choice - I kept that promise. I could have made it a lot worse for you. I could have screamed and brought people running. I could have involved the school and the police. I saved your hide. It would be nice if you showed me the slightest appreciation.”

“You also put me through the most humiliating experience of my life and you’re continuing to do so.”

“A lot less humiliating than going to juvie, being branded a sex offender, getting expelled from school and having everyone know you’re a pervert.”

“Okay, you’re right. I appreciate what you did for me.”

“And you want me to continue dealing with you and not someone else.”

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“Okay. Cassie, I’d like you to continue dealing with me and not someone else.”

“Good. So let me know later this week if we’re meeting Saturday or Sunday.”

“What if my house won’t be available?”

“Then we go to the Martins. But this time Stella and her friends will probably be home. That means they’ll need an explanation.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“You’re creative. Come up with a good story. Either that or pray your house is available.”

Howie greeted his mother, brought a yoghurt container up to his room for lunch and ran up to his room to do some more weight lifting and push ups. Then he went out to jog around the park. He returned home to take a quick shower and study. He realized that more than half the day was gone and he hadn’t played a single online game. He just didn’t feel like it. He lifted weights again. He wanted to get in shape as quickly as possible and be free of his predicament.

Sunday morning he woke up to some muscle pain from his previous day’s exercise. A hot shower did much to alleviate it. He did a few more reps, then decided to jog before the heat of the day settled in. As he circumnavigated the park clockwise, he passed Cassie running the other way. They both stopped.

Cassie smiled. “I told you I was planning to get more physical.”

“I’m doing the same. Could I pick up some more weights?”

“Sure. Wanna jog home with me?”

As they headed to her house, they passed neighbors who smiled at them.

“They must think we’re together,” Howie said.

“Does that bother you?”

“I guess not.”

“Well, it bothers me. I don’t want people to think I’m the girlfriend of a perv.”

“But they don’t know.”

“But I do.”

After that they continued in silence. At her garage, he took another twenty pounds of weights and headed home.

The writing teacher returned their assignments. He announced that two in particular were worthy of being read aloud in class. Then he called on Cassie and Howie to do so. Other students also though they were well written and emotional.

“I sense a certain similarity in style,” the teacher said. “Particularly in the opening paragraphs. They both get right to the point, describing immediately what was happening and why it was so important to the writer.”

“Howie helped me with that,” Cassie admitted.

“Thanks,” she told him after class. “I never received an A Plus in writing.”

“You’re welcome,” Howie responded, hoping she was thankful enough to finally let him off the hook.

“I need some help with my next assignment,” she continued. “So when are we meeting this weekend?”

Apparently not.

“My house is available Sunday,” he replied stiffly.

Several weeks went by during which Cassie and Howie studied together every weekend, usually in his house but twice in hers when her parents were away for the day. It was strange, uncomfortable and exciting for him to be naked in her room and be bathed in her tub. What was even stranger is that once these sessions ended, they studied together casually like normal classmates. They also chatted between classes. Other students assumed they were friends or perhaps more than friends. True to her word, Mara never mentioned her one session again.

Bobo and his sycophants made insulting comments to Howie about Cassie, assuming she was his girlfriend. Carla and Gladys did the same to Cassie about Howie. The pair chose to ignore them and didn’t correct those with a false assumption about their relationship.

Howie continued exercising and lifting weights. He noticed that his pants were getting looser particularly around the belly and butt while his shirts were getting tighter. He was disappointed to step on the scale and not see a weight loss. Cassie’s new skirts which had been a tad tight now fit her perfectly and Howie commented on it.

“Since I started eating healthier and exercising, I lost eight pounds,” she said proudly.

“And it shows,” he told her. “You have cheekbones now. When you had that make-over, you went from plain to cute. Now you’ve gone to pretty.”

“Thank you!” she said. “So I guess you’re not so upset that it’s me and not Carla Hicks.”

“I already said that weeks ago.”

“While we’re on the subject, I noticed you’ve lost a little weight around the middle and you’ve filled out around the chest and biceps.”

“As you know, I’ve been jogging and working out with your brother’s weights. But somehow I haven’t lost any weight.”

“Remember biology? You’re replacing lighter fat with heavier muscle.”

He smiled. “You’re right. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

“For the same reason you’re better at writing. You’re the creative one. I’m better at memorizing facts. That’s why we make a good team when we study together.” Then his good mood was broken when she added, “Now get those clothes off. I want to feel how firm your butt is.”

Part 10

At lunch one Thursday, shouted curses drew everyone’s attention to the serving counter. Bobo stood there, his shirt heavily stained with spaghetti sauce, berating Timothy Lee.

“You stupid little twerp! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”

“Uh..Bobo. I hate to point this out, but you bumped into him,” Jerry said.

“Because the little shrimp sneaks up on people. Why should I hafta walk around looking down to avoid stepping on him? It’s his job to watch out for normal sized people! Look at my shirt! You’re gonna pay for that, shrimp!”

It happened during gym. Timothy was on his way to the showers as Bobo returned. The large youth grabbed the diminutive boy by an arm and pulled off the towel wrapped around his waist. Howie couldn’t help taking a look. Though Tim possessed a perfectly proportioned body suitable for a ten-year-old, contrary to popular belief, he sported dark curls in his crotch. He flushed at his sudden exposure, then began to shriek as Bobo ordered one of his sycophants to open the exit.

“If you keep squealing like that, the girls will come running to find out why,” Bobo said with a wicked grin. “If I were you, I’d shut up.”

Timothy became silent as Bobo shoved him through the door and pulled it shut. Jerry Carter picked up the towel Bobo had tossed on the floor.

“Don’t even think about it, Carter!” the bully snapped. “I’ll toss you out naked , too!”
Jerry dropped the towel. Howie sauntered to the locker area, doing his best not to attract Bobo’s attention. He found Timothy’s gym uniform on a bench near his locker. It was easy to determine whose it was because it was the smallest one there. Rolling it into a ball and tucking it under his arm, Howie strolled casually out of the gym. Once outside, he moved at a rapid pace down the hall and to the corridor just outside the emergency exit. He found Timothy curled in a corner, sobbing silently and desperately covering himself with his arms. His eyes opened wide when Howie tossed him his uniform.

“Why’d you help me?” Timothy asked as he dressed.

“Bobo did the same to me last week.”

“I heard about that. Jerry Carter threw out your uniform.”

“Yes. Just FYI, the second closet over there isn’t locked. If he does it again, it would be a good place to hide until help comes.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.”

“Now do me a favor. If Bobo asks what happened, tell him a janitor brought you clothes from the lost and found. Don’t mention my name. I’m already on his hit list.”

“Got it.”

The next afternoon as Howie headed toward the showers, his arm was seized in a viselike grip. He turned to see Bobo’s enraged face. Behind him stood Timothy, rubbing his arm and gazing at Howie with tears in his eyes and a look of terror on his face.

“I just found out who helped Timmy yesterday after I said whoever helps him gets the same treatment,” the bully said.

“I’m sorry,” Timothy cried. “I tried to tell him a janitor brought me clothes but someone told him I came back here in my gym uniform.”

“Why’d you tell him it was me?”

“He said he would dislocate my arm and throw me out naked so I couldn’t get dressed even if I had clothes!”

“Now you’ll learn the penalty for crossing me!” Bobo shouted. “And anyone who helps him gets the same!”

Still holding him by one arm, he yanked off Howie’s towel with his other hand, leaving him standing exposed. He nodded at one of his buddies who opened the emergency exit. A moment later, Howie was shoved through it and the door shut behind him. He was once again naked in a school hallway.

Howie breathed deeply and tried not to panic. He could hide in the unlocked closet and wait for help to arrive. But how long would that take? None of the boys would aid him after Bobo’s very effective demonstration. A janitor might not come along for hours. Maybe that was his best bet, to wait a few hours until the building cleared and then try to make his way to the gym and hope no one saw him. Then he thought of another plan. The unlocked closet had some useful tools. He remembered a large screwdriver about eighteen inches long. He could enter the vent and use it to hook one of the towels the boys left on the benches in the locker room. He retrieved it from the closet. Then he turned the thumbscrews and climbed into the vent.

He crept down the cold, dark passageway to the light of the first vent. Even before he peeked in, the sound of female chatter told him it was the girls locker room. There were Lindsey Hicks, her friend, Marsha, Cassie, Mara and Timothy’s sister, Samantha getting dressed after their shower. Samantha was doing it under her towel, embarrassed at her undeveloped body. The others were at various stages in their preparation. Howie stared at bare boobs, backsides and curly pubic hair. He first felt a little guilty watching Cassie, then remembered what she had put him through. Eventually Cassie and Mara were the last ones left. Howie waited until they were fully dressed before hissing through the grate.

“Who the hell is that?!” Mara shouted.

“Don’t shout! It’s Howie!” he called back in a loud whisper.

“I can’t believe this! You’re peeping again?”

“If he was peeping, would he be calling us?” Cassie asked logically. “What’s going on?”

“Can you pass me a towel? I’m naked in here!”

“What are you doing in there naked?”

“Bobo threw me out of the gym again. Please, I’m freezing! Just get me a towel and I’ll tell you the details later.”

“Just climb through,” Mara said, opening the vent on her side.

“Into the girls’ locker room?” Howie asked in shock.

“No one’s here but us.” And we’ve already seen what you got, was her implied meaning.

Howie climbed through, stunned at the turn of events which now had him naked in the girls’ locker room for the second time, this time with two girls. He consoled himself with the thought that though they were looking at him, he had gotten a good look at their assets as well. He spotted a towel on a bench and hastily wrapped it around his waist.

“So what’s this about Bobo?” Cassie asked.

“Just get me out of here and we’ll talk later.”

“Fine.” Cassie opened the main door and peered outside. “There’s no one there. It’s safe to leave.”

Howie stepped out and ran down the hall to the boys’ locker room which was now empty. He went to his locker and got dressed. Cassie and Mara were waiting for him when he exited the building. As they walked home, he told them about his experiences with Bobo.

“So you discovered the A/C vent when you got locked out of gym?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I thought you had schemed and planned for a way to spy on the girls and came up with crawling through the vent. I didn’t realize you sort of stumbled over it accidentally.”

“So what does that mean? You no longer consider me a pervert?”

“I still consider you a pervert. Just not as big a one as I originally thought.”

“I can’t believe boys!” Mara exclaimed. “First, the idea that it’s funny to push a boy naked into a school hallway. Second, that the bully gets away with it. If someone pushed a girl naked into the hallway, she’d be expelled. How does your coach allow this?”

“He leaves when we hit the showers,” Howie explained. “And on Fridays he leaves even earlier. That’s why Bobo feels safe doing it.”

“You mean the coach doesn’t even know?” Cassie asked.

“Oh, I’m sure he heard about it. But as long as no formal complaint is made, he’ll look the other way.”

“So why don’t you make a complaint?”

“What good would it do? If Bobo gets suspended, he’ll take it out on me even worse when he gets back.”

“What if he gets expelled?”

“I doubt they would expel a boy for that.”

“What if he did worse? Like sneak into the vent to spy on the girls?”

“It sounds like you have something specific in mind.”

“I’m coming up with an idea. I’ll work on it and we’ll talk about it this weekend.”

“Good thing we were able to help you out,” Mara said.

“You’re right. Considering this is the second time he’s done this to me, I should have been prepared. I should have left a bag with a spare shirt and pants in that closet. Better yet, in the vent. The janitor might find it in the closet and toss it. I’m gonna do that Monday.”

Because Howie’s parents would be home both Saturday and Sunday, the three of them met on Saturday at Cassie’s house. Howie was particularly gratified to find both her parents home. He assumed this meant he was off the hook. He went upstairs and suddenly found himself growing excited. He never dreamed the day would come when he would be invited to a girl’s bedroom to spend time with not just one but two cute girls. A girl’s bedroom was very different than a boy’s. And today he was invited as a friend, not a slave boy. Then Cassie remarked that she was in the mood for a horsey ride.

“Your parents are right downstairs!” Howie protested.

“I know, and they promised to stay there. But just in case, your clothes stay on today.”

Feeling foolish, but less so than when he was naked, Howie crouched on the floor. Cassie mounted him and rode him twice around her room.

“Now on your knees.”

She sat astride his shoulders as he struggled to lift her. To their surprise, he managed to get to his feet but when he tried walking, he collapsed.

“You’re getting there,” she said approvingly.

“Howie,” Mara said, “when you were at the vent yesterday, how long were you standing there before you called out?”

“Not long,” he lied unconvincingly.

“But long enough.” He didn’t even try to deny it. “Since you spied on me again, I believe you owe me something.”

“I didn’t set out to spy on you! I was forced to go to you for help!”

“And you saw me naked.”

“And you saw me naked, so we’re even. You promised Cassie it would only be one time!”

“I promised Cassie in return for her telling me about you but yesterday I found out about you on my own. Our deal doesn’t cover yesterday.”

“If I had known you would do this, I would have waited for you to leave before calling Cassie!”

“We would have left together, so you would still be stuck in that vent.” She paused for a moment, then laughed. “I’m only having fun with you. This is just a little payback for seeing me naked again. A deal is a deal. But I can’t believe all the effort you went to just to avoid having me sit on you! Most boys would welcome the opportunity. What’s the matter, Howie? You can’t possibly be gay.”

“Of course not!” Cassie retorted. “Would a gay boy spy on the girls’ locker room? And you saw his reaction to some of the things we did to him.”

“Could be a natural reaction to stimulus.”

“It wasn’t!” Howie said.

“So why are so upset at the idea of a pretty girl sitting on you?” Mara asked.

“That’s not what upsets me. It’s what you do afterward.”

“What - the bath? I thought that was the best part.”

“It is,” he admitted.

“So why would that upset you? Besides, we already told you we can’t do anything like that today. So all I would have done was sit on you.”

“Against my will.”

“But if you enjoyed it, it wouldn’t be against your will.”

“Don’t you get it? If you asked me as a friend and I liked the idea, that’s one thing. But you forced me.”

“As I said, I’m sticking to our deal. I’m not forcing you to do anything. So now I’m just asking you as a friend.”

“How can we be friends after what you did to me?”

“What about after what we did for you? If you recall, yesterday we got you safely to the boys’ locker room and never told anybody you were in the air duct spying on girls.” Seeing the mixed emotions on his face, she continued, “So what’s it gonna be, Howie? Do I get my horsey ride out of friendship?”

Feeling foolish, Howie crouched on the floor and Mara mounted him. She rode him through two revolutions of the room. A number of thoughts raced through his mind. A pretty girl was sitting on him and he was doing this voluntarily. He wasn’t naked. This wasn’t revenge, it was just an enjoyable game.

“I told you boys were easy!” Mara giggled, rising.

“Howie, you just cost me ten bucks,” Cassie complained. “She bet me she could talk you into offering her a horsey ride.”

In some ways, this was more humiliating than having done it naked and under threat. He had been tricked into it! But having a pretty girl sit on him had been pleasurable. Now watching both girls giggle, he recalled Mara’s words and realized she had played this little prank on him out of friendship. He had friends! And not just friends, but smart, cute, female ones!

“Now let’s get to the real reason we’re here,” Howie said. “What am I gonna do about Bobo? You said you had an idea.”

“Actually, you gave it to me,” Cassie said. “Remember how terrified you were of what would happen if people found out you were peeping the girls? What do you think would happen if a rumor spreads that Bobo was doing it?”

“How exactly would you spread that rumor?”

“I could say I saw a boy in the vent on Friday and it looked like him.”

“That could backfire. He has friends who know he never left the gym except to go home. I was the one with the opportunity to go through that duct. In fact, I did.”

“So we’ll hafta to be a little vague on the rumor and we’ll hafta back it up with evidence.”

“What sort of evidence?”

“How about we plant a video on his cell phone and get Gladys to see it?”

“How do you get hold of his cell phone? Then, even assuming it’s not password protected, if you copy the video to it, he could find it and post it on the net. That’ll embarrass a lot of girls.”

“I was thinking of editing it to show just Gladys and Carla. They deserve to be embarrassed.”

“You’re right but if he likes Gladys, he could find it and delete it and there goes your evidence. And how would you get Gladys to see it on his phone?”

“I didn’t say it was gonna be easy.”

“I think you’re on the right track,” Mara said. “You’re idea needs a little tweaking.”

They discussed it for a while and a plan began to take shape.

“Okay, we’ve pretty much covered everything,” Cassie decided. “Now it’s time for the best part of the event.”

“May I remind you that your parents are downstairs?” Howie said.

“And true to their word, they haven’t come up.”

“But what if they do?”

“We’ll have to react quickly. But today your clothes are staying on.”

“Then how will you give me a bath?”

“I’m not giving you a bath.”

“You said that’s the best part of the event.”

“For me, not for you. Now take off your shoes and lay across the bed.”

Howie’s excitement level climbed. He was laying across a girl’s bed. The sheets carried her scent. Then his face did as her crotch made contact. Because he wasn’t naked and was seeing more of her than she was seeing of him, he reveled in the experience.

“Hey, Howie,” Mara said once Cassie rose. “As long as you’re there, would you mind doing it for me - as a friend?”

“Uh..I don’t mind if Cassie doesn’t.”

“No, be my guest.”

Because she was barely covered in her thong, this session was even more arousing. She was nearing completion when Cassie whispered, “someone’s coming!” Mara threw herself off Howie and sat on the carpet in front of it, while he rolled off the bed and fell face down beside it.

Cassie laughed. “You should see the looks on your faces!”

Just then her mother entered the room with a tray of snacks and drinks.

“Glad to see you’re having a good time. Howie and Mara, why are you on the floor?”

“I was doing pushups and Mara was helping me count.”

“I noticed your chest seemed to be broader. I heard you borrowed Kevin’s weight set.”

“Yes. It seems Cassie and I both got interested in physical activity.”

“Keep it up. The results look great on all of you.”

When she left the room, they all burst out laughing, three friends having a good time.

Later that week, Howie noticed Bobo smirking at him. That Friday as he was returning from his shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, he found the bigger boy waiting for him. Bobo stood between him and the locker where he had left his clothes. Howie weighed his options and there was only one safe path left. He turned and ran through the emergency exit.

Once again he was in the empty corridor but at least this time he still had a towel. Hidden in the A/C duct was a bag containing a tee shirt and pants. He climbed through the vent. As he did so, the emergency exit crashed open and Bobo stepped out.

Bobo ran up to the grate. With a wolfish grin, he turned the thumbscrews, locking the opening.

“Have fun sitting there all weekend,” he said.

“I’ll just walk down the duct and knock on all the grates until someone lets me out,” Howie said. “Then I’ll hafta explain to the principal why I was in there and how many times you’ve done this.”

Enraged, Bobo began turning the thumbscrews. Howie moved down the duct as the bully opened the vent and climbed in.

“I’m gonna pull that towel offa you, then I’m gonna drag you out in front of the girls’ locker room!” Bobo vowed.

“You’ll get expelled!”

“If that happens, it’ll be worth it.”

Part 11

The first call came only hours later from Jerry Carter.

“Howie, is it true?”

“I’m not supposed to talk about it while the investigation is ongoing.”

“Then don’t give me the details about that. Just tell me is Bobo really expelled?”

“So it would appear.”

“Was he really caught recording the girls in the locker room?”

“That goes into the area I shouldn’t discuss.”

“I heard he was caught in the act.”

“So you know as much as I do.”

Cassie and Mara fended off similar calls, including some reporters. They were waylaid when they ventured out of their homes and all three were surrounded by questioners when they arrived at school on Monday. Carla and Gladys were nowhere to be seen, still embarrassed over their connection to the tawdry story. The principal made an announcement over the public address system.

“Attention students! It pains me to reveal that there is truth to a story reported over the weekend. It appears a student gained access to the central air conditioning duct and used it to record girls in the locker room. That student has been expelled. Efforts are being made to recover and destroy any copies of the video which may have been made. I remind you that distributing or even possessing photos or videos of unclothed minors is a serious crime. Any student found with such material will be summarily expelled and face criminal charges. If you were sent such files, delete them immediately. Any student found in the A/C duct will be expelled regardless of the excuse given for being there.

“One further thing. If any student harasses any of the victims of this crime, they will be dealt with harshly. This includes crude comments, double entendres or anything meant to embarrass them. Don’t even mention the video. Don’t tell them if you saw or didn’t see it. It’s bad enough they have to live with the humiliation of knowing it existed.”

Over the weekend, a lot of students were emailing that video to each other. It may have been posted to a private facebook page but it had become public. As the investigation progressed, everyone began denying they had it. Howie wondered how many boys were hiding that video on flash drives just in case their cell phones or computers were checked. He knew it was too much to expect that all copies had been deleted.

When Bobo chased him into the duct, Howie moved to the next vent about twenty feet away leading into the same hall. Again he blessed the foresight to have unlocked it in advance and then sealed it shut with a strip of clear packing tape. He pushed and the tape released the door. Bobo moved quickly as he shut the door but not fast enough. Howie turned the thumbscrews, locking it in his face. Then he ran back and locked the first vent before Bobo could get to it. Now the bully was locked in.

“You better let me out of here if you know what’s good for you!”

“Why? So you can pull off my towel and bring me to the girls’ locker room? I’m a lot safer with you in there.”

“The longer I’m in here, the worse it’ll be for you when I get out!”

“Then get out! Just not in this hall.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“If you follow the duct, you’ll come to a door leading to the A/C unit and outside behind the building. Just be careful when you pass the next vent. If the girls see you, they’ll think you went in there to spy on them.”

“What girls?”

“Some of those vents feed into the girls’ locker room.”

Howie could see the lust light up in Bobo’s eyes.

“I’ll be seeing you later,” the bully said. “Count on it.”

Howie removed the strips of tape from both vents and unlocked the one through which he had entered. Knowing one of Bobo’s cronies would be waiting for the bully to return, Howie knocked on the emergency exit. It was opened immediately.

“Where’s Bobo?” a bully-in-waiting named Karl asked.

“He suddenly remembered he had something important to do.”

Howie returned to his locker to text Cassie and get dressed. He was leaving the building when the screaming started.

Robert “Bobo” Bodkin paced the floor of his small bedroom and wondered how it had all gone wrong so fast. Friday he had been the school athlete, with cheerleaders fawning over him. Then he had chased Howie into the duct and his world had been turned upside down. First, Howie had locked him in the A/C duct and told him the exit was at the other end. Then he mentioned to be careful when passing the vent at the girls’ locker room. That was enough to set Bobo’s mind afire. He made straight for that vent.

To his disappointment, there were only four girls in the room. One was Timothy’s sister who undressed under a towel. Bobo didn’t care to see her scrawny body anyway. The other was the elephantine girl whose name he didn’t know. He referred to her as Lariet and joked that she was Larry’s twin sister. She didn’t use a towel but he wished she had. Then there were Mara Wolf and Cassie Yeats. Not long ago they were ugly dorks and he wouldn’t have cared to see them either, but recently both had undergone amazing transformations and were actually cute. To his chagrin, they also changed under towels.

Then Cassie dropped hers. He was disappointed that she was already in her underwear. Still the knowledge that he was seeing something she would want kept private amused him. Maybe Mara would be next. He pulled out his cell phone. The sign-in screen appeared, consisting of a grid of dots. He quickly scrawled a capital B with his finger to unlock it. He clicked on video recording mode and put Cassie in the frame.

He was so focused on Cassie, he hadn’t noticed Mara move out of his range of vision. Suddenly she was standing at the side of the vent, screaming that someone was recording them. He was so startled, he almost dropped his cell phone. He ran toward the exit Howie had mentioned. There was the door leading outside. He pushed but it was locked. Since he was inside, he glanced down to find the release lever and saw that this door needed a key to unlock it even from the inside.

With shaking hands, he erased the video he had just recorded. If he was caught, he didn’t want it found on his phone. Then he turned and ran back the way he had come, passing the grate to the girls’ locker room again. He heard a female voice shout, “There he goes again! I think it’s Bobo!” He reached the vent through which he had entered the duct and pushed. It opened easily. As he crawled through, his arm was seized in a viselike grip by a security guard. He was dragged to the principal’s office. Cassie and Mara were already there, obviously distraught.

“I caught him climbing out of the A/C vent,” the guard said.

“So it appears Ms. Wolf was correct,” the principal said. “There was a disgusting miscreant peeping into the locker room. Mr. Bodkin, whatever possessed you to do such a thing?”

“I wasn’t peeping!” Bobo insisted.

“You were too!” Mara insisted. “And recording it!”

“Check my phone!” Bobo said, tossing it on the principal’s desk. “You won’t find anything on it!”

“You probably erased it but I know what I saw!”

“Everyone, please!” the principal snapped. “Allow me to conduct this interview. Mr. Bodkin, if you were not in the duct for illicit purposes, why were you there?”

Bobo was great at coming up with a story under pressure.

“I followed this other kid in to see what he was doing but he locked me in and ran away.”

“And I suppose you didn’t get a good look at this boy and have no idea who he is,” the principal said sarcastically.

“Oh, I know who he is. Howie Stiller.”

“And you expect me to believe he’s the one who peeped at the girls?”

“She said he was recording. As I said, there’s nothing on my phone.”

“And as I said, you must have erased it!” Mara shouted. “I saw the boy recording us and while it was dark and I couldn’t positively identify you, he had your build and your curly hair, which don’t resemble Howie’s in the slightest.”

“She’s correct, Mr. Bodkin. No one would mistake Mr. Stiller for you even in the dark. I’m satisfied that regardless of what may or may not be on that phone, you were spying on the girls and that is just disgusting. This on top of all your other escapades leaves me with no choice. You are summarily expelled from this school. As for what further penalties you may face, I leave those to the authorities.”

Almost as if awaiting their cue, a uniformed police officer and a tall, blonde man in a suit entered.

“Mr. Bodkin, meet Detective Hicks, who also happens the be the parent of two of our students.”

“I have had the displeasure of meeting Bobo in the past,” the detective said. “So you graduated from bullying and vandalism to voyeurism. And this time you recorded your crime, which should make prosecution easier.”

“There’s nothing on that cell phone!” Bobo repeated for the third time.

“We’ll see. I took a course on recovering data off electronic devices. If you erased it, I’m going to find it.” Bobo paled at that. “Now that this has become a police matter, I’m required to bring you down to the station and call your parents before I can question you further. I’m also required to advise you of your rights, so for now, don’t say anything. Officer Rowley, take him to the car. In the meantime, I’d like to speak with any witnesses present and collect the names of those we should be contacting.”

The nightmare became more intense from there. He was taken to an interview room and his parents contacted. His rights were read to him in their presence and recorded. He continued to stick to his story. Detective Hicks returned from interviewing witnesses.

“You tried to sell us a story about how you followed this kid, Howie Stiller, into the duct and he was the real culprit. That doesn’t track. The witness who saw you said it looked like you and you don’t look anything like Howie. We also found out why you and Howie were in that hallway; you were trying to throw him naked into the hall, as you had already done twice before. You also did the same to a boy named Timothy Lee. So how long have you been spying on the girls?”

“This is the first time! And it’s all Howie’s fault! He’s the one who told me about the vent leading to the girls’ locker room! Before today, I never knew about it!”

“Ms. Wolf says she was aware for some time that someone was peeking into the girls’ locker room. She claims it started over a month ago and she knows of at least two occasions, both of them on Friday afternoons. Some coincidence, wouldn’t you say?”

“Well, it wasn’t me!”

“I think it’s time we brought in a lawyer,” Bobo’s father said.

Questioning was halted until one was located and brought to the station. He first met with the Bodkins privately and urged Bobo to tell him everything that happened, as accurately as possible.

“I’m on your side,” he said, “but I can’t represent you effectively if you lie to me.”

Bobo detailed all the events from when he chased Howie out of the gym.

“So after the Stiller boy locked you in, you did peek at the girls and you did record them. You’re lucky none of them were actually naked. Otherwise you could be facing serious charges. Right now, even if they can prove it, the charges are light enough that we can still make a deal. Let’s bring that detective back in.”

Mr. Hicks re-entered the room and questioning continued.

“So, Robert, you first claimed you were following Howie into the duct to see what he was up to. Now we know you were chasing him in order to strip him naked and he climbed into the duct to escape. You claimed you weren’t spying on the girls and recording them but we found the video you thought you erased, showing Ms. Yeats in her underwear. Or will you claim Howie recorded it on your phone?”

Bobo flushed and looked at the floor.

“Very well, Officer,” the attorney said, “we now know Robert was indeed recording girls getting dressed. But they were not naked, so the video itself would not be evidence of a crime.”

“Tell that to Ms. Yeats, who feels very much the victim of a crime. Now, Robert, you also claim Howie locked you in the duct?”

“Yeah.”

“So how was it unlocked when you were climbing out and the guard caught you?”

“He must have unlocked it later.”

“And this was the first time you ever did this, correct?”

“That’s right.”

“So explain the other deleted video we found on your phone, one taken several weeks ago. This one shows two girls actually naked. One of them is my fifteen-year-old daughter.”

Bobo stared. “I don’t know anything about that!”

“Of course not. And by coincidence, it was deleted just a few minutes before you climbed into that duct. I can guess why. You were afraid if you were caught, we would find that video and realized you had done this before. So you deleted it in order to pretend this was your first offense.”

“I never did that!”

“But before you deleted it, you wanted to make sure you kept a copy, so you posted it to the private facebook page set up by the school athletes - the male ones, of course.”

“I didn’t do that!”

“So someone else snuck into the duct with your phone a few weeks ago, recorded two girls getting dressed, left it on your phone for a month and you never noticed it...”

“I wouldn’t have if it was deleted!”

“It wasn’t deleted until today, just before you climbed into the vent! So this mysterious person also knows about your facebook page and the password to get in...”

“All the guys on the team know it!”

“So someone on the team framed you, using your phone. This person also knows the password to your phone. Do all the guys on the team know that?”

Bobo had no answer.

“This is what will happen now. You’re going to be held here overnight. Tomorrow you’ll be going in front of a judge who will decide what charges will be brought and what bail will be set. I’ll give you a few minutes for your lawyer to explain it to you.”

His attorney and his parents berated him both for what he had done and for lying about it to them.

“I just finished telling you I can’t represent you effectively if you’re going to lie to me! Are any more surprises going to come up between now and your court date?”

“But I’m telling the truth! I never went into that vent before and I don’t know how those videos got on my phone!”

“Stuck a sock in it, Bobby!” his father said. “The judge won’t be so gullible! Own up to what you did, say you’re sorry and throw yourself on the mercy of the court.”

“Your father’s right,” the lawyer seconded. “The judge doesn’t want to hear stories. He wants to hear you admit your guilt and show remorse. Anything else and you’re off to a juvenile detention center.”

He spent a miserable night tossing and turning on a jail cot. At least they gave him his own cell. The next day he was taken to the courthouse where the charges were read and some of the evidence presented. He followed the advice of his parents and attorney. If even they didn’t believe him, no judge would. So he admitted his crimes and offered apologies. Because he was a minor, he was released to the custody of his parents to await trial. He was cautioned to stay away from anyone connected to the case, particularly the girls who would be witnesses against him. And thus he was confined at home, pacing his room and wondering what happened. But one thing he was sure of: Howie Stiller was behind it.

“I love it when a plan comes together!” Howie exclaimed, repeating a tag line from an old show he used to love.

The trio had ironed out all the details between them. Cassie had taken the video Howie recorded the day she had caught him and clipped out the segment with Carla and Gladys, the two girls they all felt deserved public embarrassment. She stepped down the resolution to look more like it was taken with a cell phone, since Howie’s camera was far superior. Then she copied it to a media card and set the file date to the same date the video was taken.

Mara had gotten the garrulous Chris chatting and learned about the athletes’ private facebook page and the password. They got to chatting about some of the boys and Bobo in particular. Through devious questioning, Mara got Chris to mention that Bobo’s cell phone password was so obvious, all his friends knew it. He just drew a capital B on the dotted grid.

Mara also spread a story that she had seen a male shadow at the vent of the girls’ locker room on two occasions. She wanted to make sure her friends were covered at the proper moment.

While Bobo was taking a shower, Howie inserted the media card into his phone and posted the video to the facebook page. It turned out he didn’t even need the password since Bobo’s phone was programmed to log in automatically. After posting the video, he deleted it from the phone. He knew the police could recover deleted videos easily and they would also find the facebook posting after checking the phone. He made sure Bobo saw him returning from his shower and ran out of the gym hoping to be chased.

“What if he doesn’t chase you?” Cassie had asked.

“Then he’ll get in trouble for the video posted on facebook.”

“What if he catches you?”

“I’ll hafta make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“What if he doesn’t climb into the vent but just locks you in?”

“Good point. I’ll open a second vent in advance for an escape route. Better yet, I’ll open them both in advance and seal them shut with tape, so they’ll look closed but be easy to open. After Bobo goes in, I’ll take the tape off and unlock one.”

“How sure are you that Bobo will peek into the girls’ locker room?”

“One hundred percent. This is a guy who likes to strip boys naked.”

“Boys not girls.”

“If Bobo’s gay, he’s an amazing actor. I’m just saying he loves to see nudity and I’m sure he prefers female nudity.”

Then they discussed what would happen when Bobo was actually at the grate. They agreed it would work best if his attention was held by a girl actually showing something and better if he recorded it. Neither girl wanted to expose herself, particularly since there was always the possibility of the video getting out. They decided one of them would show some underwear. After some debate, Cassie reluctantly volunteered.

“But I’m gonna be wearing basic white that day,” she said. “I’m not letting Bobo see me in bikini panties.”

“He doesn’t deserve to,” Howie agreed. “Besides, it might give him a heart attack.”

The girls giggled. Howie couldn’t believe they could be plotting and laughing together after what they had done to him.

Next they worked on the stories they would tell. Cassie’s was easy. She was in her underwear getting dressed when Mara screamed. Mara would say she saw the glow of a cell phone and a boy she was pretty certain was Bobo running away. Howie’s was more complicated and they had to rehearse it. When Detective Hicks questioned him, he was prepared.

“Tell me what happened Friday in the gym?”

“Bobo tried to throw me naked out of gym for the third time. Only this time, because the first two times didn’t work out the way he wanted, he planned to drag me to the entrance of the girls’ locker room.”

“Start from the first time.”

Howie described the first time, then his rescue of Timothy which led to the second time. In his version, the first time he had hidden in the janitor’s closet until Jerry threw out his clothes and the second time he had found some rags in the closet and used them for cover but managed to get to the gym without being seen.

After the second time, Howie decided to hide a bag containing pants and a shirt in the closet. Then he worried the janitor would find it and bring it to lost and found. So he looked around and noticed that the vents were on hinges. He opened one and hid the bag inside.

“Now we come to Friday,” the detective said. “Describe what happened.”

“As I said, Bobo chased me out of the gym. I ran straight to the vent and climbed in to escape him and get my clothes.”

“Weren’t you worried he would lock you in?”

“That’s what I was hoping he would do. I’d call for help later but at least I wouldn’t wind up naked at the girls’ locker.”

“So what happened next?”

“He climbed inside after me. I was trapped. He grabbed me and yelled at me to get out of there. He told me to stay out of the duct and then let me go. I couldn’t believe it but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. Then Bobo said I should just knock on the back door and Karl would let me in. If Karl asked where he was, I should say he just remembered something important he had to do.”

“So you knocked on the door and Karl let you in. Where did Bobo go?”

“I wasn’t paying attention but I thought he went back into the duct. Now I know he did.”

“He claims you were the one who went into the vent to peek at the girls. In fact he says you must have been the one who did it at least twice before.”

“Naked? It was freezing in there!”

“Right. It wouldn’t make sense. Thank you. You’ve been very helpful.”

Howie discovered later that the thorough detective had interviewed Timothy, Karl, Jerry and other boys. Their statements corroborated Howie’s.

Now the friends could breathe easier with their tormentors gone. Though they knew Carla and Gladys would eventually return, they hoped that after a very public humiliation, the female bullies would keep a low profile. As for Bobo, Howie expected to never tangle with him again. Unfortunately he was wrong.

Part 12

Carla and Gladys returned to school on Tuesday. Due to the principal’s announcement and Gladys’s formidable muscles, no one dared say anything to them directly but some students smirked and in other ways led the girls to believe they had seen the videos. For a few days, the girls walked the halls mostly in silence.

On Thursday as he arrived, Howie found himself face to face with the pair. From the way they were looking at him, he wondered if they knew or suspected he had a hand in their humiliation and he grimaced. They took it as just one more boy sending them a secret message.

“What’s with the face, Howie?” Gladys asked. “Not man enough to come out and say it directly?”

“Uh...I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You know exactly what we mean. The principal said anyone who makes a comment will be penalized, so you’re making faces instead.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t making a face at you. I was trying to convey how upset I am at the whole situation.”

“Sure you are,” she said sarcastically.

“Look, I’d like to explain myself but then I could wind up in trouble for just mentioning... well, you know.”

“So go ahead and explain. I promise I won’t tell the principal.”

“Okay. I’m sure you know I was also on the receiving end of Bobo’s humiliating pranks. It was a stroke of luck that I didn’t end up naked in front of the girls’ locker room. So I know all about embarrassment. I feel bad for you.”

“So you didn’t go have a good look?” Carla asked.

“I’m not one of the jocks. I don’t have access to that facebook page. And I did not ask anyone to show it to me.”

“So instead of a thousand boys seeing that video, there were only nine hundred and ninety nine. What a relief!”

“First of all, I don’t think it was anywhere near a thousand. It only went to a private facebook group and your dad shut it down an hour later. He went after all the boys with access to that page. Anyone with brains would have deleted it. So I guess you only hafta worry about boys with access who don’t have brains.”

“Which is all of them,” she said, but she smiled. “Thanks for putting it in perspective.”

Howie couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with the prettiest girl in school and was not too nervous to speak. He couldn’t believe she had smiled at him.

“If you take this the way it was intended, there’s a silver lining here,” he added. “If the video was of me, even if it was posted on Youtube it would have only gotten three hits. Yours was posted on a private page and you’re worried about how many people saw it. At least you know you’re popular.”

She smiled again. “That’s one way to look at it. You know, you’re not a bad guy. I’m sorry for calling you a dork.”

“Me, too,” Gladys added.

“Did you? I don’t remember.”

They had actually done so more times than he could count but right now he was ready to forgive them, particularly since he had more than gotten his revenge.

Bobo was going stir crazy. Other than his night in jail and the court appearance, he had been confined to the house for a week. He had tried contacting friends, using the house phone since his cell had been confiscated as evidence, but they had hung up as soon as they heard who it was. No one wanted to associate with the pervert.

The shunning and the terror of his impending sentence were taking their toll. On top of that, the lack of physical activity was driving him crazy. As an athlete, he couldn’t bear to stand still for so long. Despite his promise to his parents not to leave the house, he decided to take a basketball and visit the local park. In addition to the regular court, there was a smaller court which was often vacant because it only had one basket. Surrounded by tall hedges, it afforded a modicum of privacy. Few people would see him and he would be left alone. He would shoot a few hoops and relieve some of his tension.

As expected, the court was empty. Through the hedges he could hear the sounds of a basketball game in progress on the other court. He began tossing the ball but his heart wasn’t in it and he missed more than he made. Finally, he decided to call it quits. Tucking the ball under his arm, he stepped out onto the path leading to the exit when he saw a familiar figure headed his way. His lips twisted into a wolfish grin as he recognized Howie Stiller. It was payback time.

Howie was jogging through the park as he did several times a week. He had asked Cassie to join him but she had already been invited by Mara to watch a girl’s basketball game. As Howie jogged down the path leading past the courts, a figure stepped out in front of him. He barely had time to register it was Bobo when he was grabbed.

“Just the guy I’ve been looking for!” Bobo rejoiced. “It’s like fate delivered you into my hands!”

Howie was dragged behind the shrubbery of the court and thrown to his back on the grass. Bobo held him down with a hand on each shoulder and a knee on his chest.

“Tell me how you did it!” he demanded.

“Did what?”

“You know darn well what! How did you get that video on my phone and on facebook? I guess you took my camera while I was in the shower. How did you know my password and the one for the page? How did you even know about the page?”

“Listen to yourself! You sound paranoid! Why would I even do that?”

“To get me back for throwing you out of the gym naked last week!”

“I heard that video was recorded at least a month ago! Do you think I took that video and then held it for a month in case you did something to me?”

Howie saw the confusion in Bobo’s eyes. Then it cleared.

“I did the same thing to you a month ago!”

“So why would I wait a month to get you back if I already had the video?”

“I don’t know! I just know you did it! And now it’s payback time!”

Bobo released Howie’s arms and grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt. He began to pull the shirt over the smaller boy’s head. Howie tried to fight back until Bobo punched him in the stomach. When the wave of nausea passed, he was bare chested. Then Bobo kneeled on Howie’s legs. The pain was incredible. Howie felt his sneakers being removed.

Next Bobo gripped both of Howie’s pants legs at the ankles. He stood, turning the smaller boy almost upside down, and the pants began to slide off. Howie grabbed the waistband and held on. Bobo grinned and continued tugging. The first inch of Howie’s underpants was revealed, then the next.

“I’m gonna strip you naked right in this park!” the bully gloated.

Behind Bobo Howie could see girls running over. Soon his worst nightmare would come true - he would be naked in public in front of females. His pants were now at crotch level. Howie closed his eyes and tugged with every ounce of strength.

Suddenly there was no opposing force on the other side and his waistband was back where it belonged. Simultaneously he heard a grunt of pain. He opened his eyes to see Bobo on the grass with Gladys kneeling over him, twisting his arm behind his back. She obviously was stronger than him.

“Are you okay?” Cassie asked Howie. He nodded, still too stunned to speak. “I was watching the basketball game when I saw you jog down the path and right into Bobo. I told Gladys and Tani what was going on.”

“Thanks. I’m lucky you were looking or I’d be pretty humiliated right about now.”

“Bobo’s humiliated his last person,” Tani said. “It’s time he got a taste of his own medicine. But I think there’s at least one other person who should be here. Someone call Carla.”

Laying face down on the ground with Gladys twisting his arm behind his back, Bobo heard what Tani said and a chill went down his spine. She couldn’t possibly mean...? He thrashed like a wild man.

“Tani, I could use some help here!” Gladys shouted.

Tani walked over and planted a foot on Bobo’s calf. She began to apply her weight.

“You’re breaking my leg!” Bobo screamed.

“Then stop fighting. This is gonna happen. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

Bobo wanted to cry as more girls continued to arrive.

“Listen, Gladys, I never took that video!” he protested.

“Right, even though it was on your phone and posted from your phone ten minutes before you were caught. And you never peeked into the girls’ locker room, even though you were seen there and caught coming out of the vent. Just how stupid do you think I am?”

Bobo remained silent, knowing talk was useless.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything!” He groaned, recognizing Carla’s voice. “I brought something that could help.”

“Fantastic!” Gladys said. “Why don’t you go ahead?”

A moment later, Bobo felt handcuffs snap around his wrists. Gladys let go. She no longer had to hold him.

“You can get up now.”

Bobo rose slowly, completely defenseless with his hands secured behind his back. He was surrounded by a ring of girls. Cassie, Mara, Carla’s sister, Lindsey, her friend, Marsha, Samantha Lee, even the elephant girl were there.

“What are you all doing here?” he shouted. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

“You recorded us in the locker room!” Mara yelled.

“You were under a towel!” He retorted without thinking.

“And that makes it okay? And not everyone was under a towel!”

“Okay, so a few of you have a beef with me but I haven’t done anything to most of you!”

“How do we know?”

“Because there were only four of you there!”

“That day! What about the other days?”

“I only did it the one time!”

“We already know you’re lying!” Carla interjected. “What about the time you recorded Gladys and me?” Bobo realized it would be useless to deny it. Their minds were already made up. “Now hold very still. You don’t want to get cut.”

She took a box cutter out of her pocket and slipped out the blade. Then she slowly cut his shirt open from neck to belly. She slipped it over his shoulders so that it dangled behind him. She couldn’t remove it completely because of his cuffed hands.

“Now sit down!” she ordered. Bobo complied. “I’m going to take your shoes off so we can remove your pants. If you kick me or give me any problems, we’re going to cut your pants off and you’ll have to go home without them. Understand?”

Bobo nodded. He sat fuming as the girl removed his sneakers. He could have kicked her but he knew it would be futile. His hands were cuffed behind him and there were a dozen girls who would jump him if he tried anything.

“Now stand up!”

When he did so, she began removing his belt.

“Don’t do this!” he begged. “Please don’t do this!”

“Thanks to you right now everyone is talking about me. I want to give them something else to talk about.”

Then his pants were at his ankles and he stood in front of a crowd of girls wearing just underpants, socks and a torn shirt.

“Step out of those pants!” He had no choice. “Gladys, I think you should do the honors.”

Gladys approached with a smirk. She inserted her fingers in the waistband of his underpants and slowly lowered them. Bobo finally understood what true humiliation felt like.

“Not bad,” she said. She moved aside so the other girls could get a good look. Bobo cringed when he saw cell phones recording. “Now turn around.”

He thought this would be easier because he wouldn’t have to face them but when he turned he realized that there had been another group behind him who was now facing him. Then he felt a searing pain in his backside.

“That’s for peeking at me!” Gladys shouted. A second slap followed. “That’s for recording me!” After a third slap, “and that’s for posting it!”

Carla went next. Then the other girls joined in.

Slap! “That’s for peeking at me!” Slap! “That’s for stripping my brother!”

The pain mounted. Bobo finally began to weep.

“Hey, crybaby!” came an unfamiliar voice along with a resounding slap, “that’s for peeping me! And here’s one for calling me elephant girl!”

Bobo cringed at the realization that elephant girl had felt his butt. Then there was a moment’s respite.

“It looks like everyone’s had a turn!” Gladys announced. “Howie, what about you?”

Bobo’s breath caught until Howie responded, “Thanks but I’ll pass.”

“Hey, are we too late?” a female voice called out.

“No, just in time!” Gladys replied.

He began to sob as two more girls joined in. Then he felt the handcuffs coming off.

“Put on your pants and go home!” Carla snapped.

“When the cops find out what you did, you’re all gonna be arrested!” he shouted as he dressed.

“What about what you tried to do to Howie? He’s a witness in the case against you. That makes it witness intimidation which is a felony. Didn’t the judge explain that to you? If the cops find out about it, your bail is revoked. You go right back to jail until trial and you don’t collect two hundred dollars. And when the prosecutor brings it up at trial, any deal is off the table.”

Bobo knew she was correct and for that reason he couldn’t tell anyone. Still sobbing, he ran home. Luckily his parents were still out. He didn’t want to explain that he had broken their rules and gone outside or what happened afterward. He ran to the bathroom to sit in a cold bath and soothe his burning butt. He had gone from school hero to neighborhood laughingstock. At least two dozen girls had seen and slapped his behind. He hadn’t even seen all of them. Now whenever he passed a girl, he would have to wonder if she was one of them. He would never live this down. There was only one option open to him. He knew what he had to do.

“Thanks for saving me from major humiliation,” Howie said.

“Again,” Cassie reminded him.

“That’s right - again.”

“You should thank Gladys too.”

“Thanks, Gladys.”

“De nada. It gave me the chance to get Bobo back.”

“Thanks for not waiting another minute. That would have been humiliating.”

“I couldn’t allow that to a nice guy like you.”

Howie recalled their conversation and appreciated how serendipitous it was. Cassie and Mara fell into step with him as they headed home.

“How did it feel to see Bobo get his comeuppance?” Cassie asked.

“Good at first, but I started to feel sorry for him. Did you see his butt when they finally stopped? It looked like a baboon’s.”

“It looked like a gorilla’s when they started. Did you see all that hair?”

“You got in a couple of good smacks. Was his butt harder or softer than Chris’s?”

“Softer,” Cassie giggled. “It’s even softer than yours.”

“Really? That’s not how I remember it,” Mara said. “Maybe I should refresh my memory.”

“Hey, you promised!” Howie reminded her.

“So will you let me do it as a friend?”

“If you reciprocate.”

“Uh...never mind.”

The girls giggled together.

Howie walked them to Cassie’s home. He stood on the front stoop, wondering what would happen now. Had their relationship changed? Were they now friends or was he still Cassie’s slave?

“You know why I helped you?” Cassie asked, smiling. Then answering her own question, she said, “I wanted to maintain my exclusive. See you tomorrow.”

He had his answer.

Part 13

Bobo stood in the defendant’s box with his attorney. On the bench behind him were his parents. The judge entered and everyone rose. When they were seated, the bailiff called the case.

“Remember what I said,” his lawyer whispered, “admit your guilt and show remorse.”

After the details of the case were read, the judge said, “I understand the defendant is prepared to plead guilty.”

“Correct, Your Honor,” his attorney said.

“Young man, in your own words, please tell us what you did.”

“Uh...a few weeks ago, I climbed into the A/C duct in school and spied on some girls getting dressed.”

“And recorded them,” the judge prompted.

“And recorded them.”

“How many times did you do this?”

“Uh...once.”

The judge and his lawyer glared and he knew without looking that his parents were wearing the same expression.

“Young man, according to the evidence, you ventured into the duct at least twice, though it was probably three times or more. You made at least two recordings of underage girls in a state of undress, one of which you posted to the Internet.”

“I didn’t take that video or post it!”

“It was found on your phone and posted from your phone.”

“I don’t know who did that!”

“You confessed to the police that it was you!”

“I just wanted to go home.”

“So you lied to the police?”

“Uh...yeah.”

“And to your attorney?”

“Yeah.”

The judge now glared at Bobo’s attorney. “Did you explain to your client that it’s too late to change his plea? We are at the sentencing state, not the trial.”

“I told him, Your Honor.”

“In view of the fact that you still haven’t acknowledged your actions or shown remorse, I am sentencing you to six months of detention, after which your case will be reviewed.”

He brought down his gavel as an officer moved to cuff Bobo while his mother wept.

“Why?” his father asked. “Your lawyer told you what would happen!”

Bobo smiled. For at least the next six months he would not encounter any of the girls who had so humiliated him. He had gotten what he wanted.

“You must be relieved Bobo got sent off to juvie,” Cassie commented, as she rode a naked Howie across his room.

“Yeah,” Howie agreed, “but I’m also sort of surprised. I thought he would make a deal of probation and maybe house arrest. I heard it was all in the bag and then he blew it by refusing to admit guilt in front of the judge, even after his confession.”

“Why would he do that?”

“I think he decided he’d rather go to juvie than live here and face all those girls who humiliated him.”

“That sort of makes sense.”

They were still meeting at Howie’s home on days his parents were away and having their “study” sessions. These hardly bothered him. Stripping in front of her was no big deal. He had done it many times and had seen her naked as well. Carrying her on his back like a horse was no longer an ordeal. She had grown lighter while he was getting stronger. He concentrated on the pleasurable aspect of it. Trying to carry her on his shoulders was like part of his exercise routine and he enjoyed lifting her more than a metal weight. The rest was even better, particularly the climax in the bathtub. Strangely enough, once the slave boy portion was done, they treated each other like friends.

“Shoulder ride!” Cassie called and Howie got on his knees.

She straddled his shoulders. He heaved and rose to his feet as he had done before. So far he had not managed to carry her across the room without collapsing. Today he succeeded. He lowered her to the floor.

“This means you’re a free man,” she said.

“Actually I was a free man from the day Bobo got arrested,” he said, sitting on the bed in preparation for what came next. Actually, he wasn’t sure what came next today.

“You figured that out?”

“Of course. If you told anyone you caught me in the locker room weeks ago, they’d want to know why you lied about Bobo. If you showed anyone the video you took from me, they’d figure out you must have helped with the frame. So you can’t get me in trouble without also doing it to yourself. I think that’s called a Mexican Standoff.”

“If you knew that, why’d you continue with our sessions?”

“For the same reason I pretended I couldn’t carry you across the room, though I was able to do it a few weeks ago. I’m afraid of what happens now. Do we remain friends? Do we still study together?”

“I assume this means you’d like to.”

“Yes. I don’t have too many friends and I haven’t had a girl friend...I mean a friend who’s also a girl.”

“So you wouldn’t want me to be your actual girlfriend?”

“I don’t think that would work.”

“Why not? I think we have a lot in common.”

“Girlfriends don’t sit on their boyfriends,” Howie pointed out.

“Sure, they do. I see them do it all the time,” she said as she sat on his lap.

“On their laps, not their backs.”

“I bet quite a few of them play horsey.”

“But not naked. Or not only one of them. Cassie, I have very mixed feelings about you. I don’t know how I can even like you after what you did to me, but somehow I do.”

“What about what you did to me? And you did it first. But I got over it.”

“Because you did much worse to me.”

“That’s the nature of revenge. It has to be worse to make you even.”

“But we’re not even close to even. Every time I look at you, I have to remember that you forced me to strip in front of you, touched me all over and rode me like a pony.”

“If it bothers you so much, why haven’t you gotten dressed yet?”

“I didn’t think our session was over.”

“I told you you’re a free man. You can get dressed right now.”

“Don’t you want to finish?”

“This isn’t about what I want; it’s about what you want. Do you want to finish?”

“I guess I do.”

“Then it couldn’t be so terrible.”

Confused, he lay down face up on the bed. He heard the rustling of cloth and twisted his neck to peer behind. He saw a flash of light blue as her bikini panties slid down her legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“This may be the last time we do this so I wanted to make it memorable.”

She straddled his face and he saw her bare crotch only inches above. A moment later, it was pressed against his face. It was incredibly arousing for both of them.

“That was intense!” Cassie gasped, recovering on the carpet.

“For me too.”

“Now we get to your favorite part. Go start the bath running. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Howie stepped into the tub and adjusted the water. A moment later Cassie entered the room, stark naked. Howie stared at the pear-shaped breasts which thrust firmly from her chest, her now taut belly and the neat triangle of curly brown hair at the juncture of her legs.

“I said I was going to join you,” she said, grinning. She stepped into the tub. “We’re gonna try something different this time. Before I do you, would you like to lather me up?”

Howie couldn’t trust himself to speak so he nodded.

“There’s just one condition. In my opinion, this makes us even. So if you go ahead, it makes a statement about our relationship.”

“This says you have a boyfriend.”

In retrospect, the day Bobo threw him naked out of the locker room might have been the luckiest day of his life.

(End of File)