Ghost Patrol and Charlie Part 2

Ghost Patrol and Charlie Part 2
By Steam Train
Based on stories written by an author who wishes to remain anonymous, with that author's permission.

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Ghost Patrol and Charlie Part 2

Maybe it was because of the fact that Charlie was currently standing in a corner of his living room, naked and shivering, forced to stand with his back to the wall, his hands on his head, leaving his penis and sac on full display to 15 year old 10th grader Tim Amundsen and three of his friends and fellow high schoolers, 15 year old 10th grader Brian Rozinski and fellow 9th graders 15 year old Rowan Dashworth and 14 year old Billy Templestowe that Charlie was trying to keep his eyes closed.

It helped him avoid the staring eyes but every time he did so, the scene of his humiliating stripping last night kept playing out in his mind, over and over again.

All of the high school boys were staring at Charlie with leers and deep and high pitched cackles, like those of evil witches, as they bantered back and forth their suggestions on how to properly punish Charlie.

"Have him walk down the street, naked and in broad daylight" suggested Rowan Dashworth's recently deepened voice.

"Better yet" boomed the much deeper voice of Brian Rozinski, "March him down the street naked, and then spank him in front of a crowd of his class mates".

"Better yet, maybe they should spank him after we shave off his pubes, after all 'little boys' don't have man hair!" The still high pitched voice of Billy Templestowe added.

Tim smiled slowly at his friends suggestions, especially Billy's who's high pitched voice suggested to Tim that Billy himself would not have much hair to shave off if he was placed in Charlie's predicament.

With an evil smile Tim then calls to Charlie "Boy, out of the corner and to me".

Tim notices how well Charlie is currently behaving, especially the way Charlie after less than a days punishment now jumps to obey when spoken to. How nice that he finally understands that when the word 'boy' is used, it is referring to him.

In front of Tim, the boy is shaking, almost violently, and with good reason. His parents had left for Atlanta early this Sunday morning and since then Charlie has been naked and continuously punished in the privacy of his own house, for no particular reason, except that Tim could and felt like it.

Now Tim adds to his woes by telling Charlie that he agrees with his friends. Charlie needs to seen naked in public as part of his nudie juvie punishment but first he has to arrange for a gathering of Charlie's middle school students to assist in the punishment.

Tim instructs his friends to ring around and spread the word that Charlie will be walking naked down to Riverside Park where he will be publicly punished.

As they do this Tim adds to Charlie's humiliation and embarrassment by informing him that there is no way any boy under his control is leaving the house naked, and not be at full attention. With that, Tim grins and reaches out his hand towards the boy's twitching penis to facilitate an erection. One that is hard, one that will be rocking with each step, one that causes people to stop in their tracks and stare.

A tear appears in the corner of Charlie's eyes, as Charlie finally understands that he will not just be naked in the relative privacy of his own home, but in public, as naked as the day he was born as the high school boys walk him down the street fully aroused.

Noticing the look of realization on Charlie's face, Tim laughs, darkly with approval!

Tim is enthralled with how soft Charlie's young penis is upon first touch. Supple skin, smooth with nary a trace of the hardness that a boy Charlie's age can now obtain. Small, if compared to boys who are older, yet for a boy in the first throes of puberty, it is normal in size, and remains so until Tim's third stroke. So new are erections that friction, any friction, will cause a reaction.

So against Charlie's will his penis begins growing in size. By the fifth stroke, definition is being to occur much to his horror, and much to the amusement of Tim's friends. Small cackles of half laughs followed by cutting and pointed comments, all pertaining to Charlie's growing size and the small utterances of broken sound he is fighting back, as against his will, his shaft becomes a straight line, his full four inches of length now evident to all present!

Tim, again, is eating up these feelings of control, of domination, with all the relish of a child working over an ice cream cone, and a small grin begins to appear as he allows himself another snippet, a memory, from Charlie's stripping.

The picture in his mind is of Charlie, totally naked and crying after being publicly masturbated, as his father grabs hold of Charlie tightly, his hand clamped around his son's arm, as Charlie all but dances a jig as he tries to break free of his fathers hold. He remembers the scene as his father tries to scold Charlie, whilst his mother is still staring at the boy's development. Obviously this is the first time she has seen her son naked since puberty began. The father too is also checking his son out none to subtly Tim remembers if the truth be known.

The way Charlie is dancing trying to break his fathers grip, his package is all but dancing, like a bubble floating in the air. How frantic Charlie became, when his father, finally, had had enough, and without warning threw his son, and his bubbled butt, over his knee. Bringing forth a cry that had it been but one pitch higher might have pierced ear drums.

Tim found himself taking one slow, deep breath, and forcing himself back into the reality of the moment. Still, just this snippet of memory had distracted him long enough that his hand had been moving fast enough, and with enough force, that Charlie was now not just erect, but there was a sheen of white on the pink tip of his erection. Charlie was on the edge of loosing it, he was groaning, and his knees were all but buckling.

Taking his hand off the boy's penis Tim allowed his friends to do the talking for him. This as he watched the boy's hard penis rocking back and forth. Grinning as Charlie was asked if he liked being played with. Then smirking as Charlie sought an answer that would satisfy. All but laughing, when it was gleefully mentioned by Rowan, "Damn little boy, I can't wait to see you walking down the street like this!" and Billy replied "Yeah and without his man hair."

Charlie all but fell to the ground as that idea took hold that he was to be shaved to look like a little boy again, that was funny, at least to Tim and his friends it was. Still, Tim is never one to be out done, so when a moment of quiet finally occurred, he leaned back and in a quiet voice said, "Charlie .... get rid of that white of your pee-pee."

The words pee-pee, when referring to a penis that is long and erect, has a weird ring to it, one that created a moment of loud sound, but just a moment. Then it was time to stare on as Charlie took the second finger of his right hand and with the most gentle of swipes, removed the liquid sheen from his tip. And even that gentle of a touch, so light, on a penis that full, and the boy let of a small groan through almost closed eyes.

However, Tim was not done. In a sharp, almost angry tone Tim demanded, "Little boy! I said get rid of it, not play with it. Now lick your finger clean!"

At that command Charlie's eyes flew open, and his mouth formed a small open circle, still, he did as ordered, if with a fresh glisten in the corners of his eyes. Slowly, inch by inch, he raised his finger until it was at his mouth, then inside his mouth, before closing his lips. And when Charlie was told to suck on his finger, the groans were not from Charlie, as much as it was from Tim's friends, as the small slurping sounds, that unheard but imagined, left them weak in the knees, and lost in their own erotic thoughts.

Again Tim went back into his memories, seeing this time not Charlie over his father's knee, being spanked, although it must be said, that was a treat, what with the way his bubbled bottom bobbed, like a buoy on the waves. Nor was it the sounds of a boy receiving his first real spanking in years, as sweet as those broken cries of distress were. No, it was the aftermath that Tim was focusing on. Charlie's long scream of pain as he was lifted off his father's lap and the utter shame and defeat on the boy's face as he danced and rubbed his bright red bottom, as Charlie's mother stared on with bright eyes, eyes that contained a harsh glint of approval. Eyes that were drinking in her son's growing maturity with a leer she was fighting to hold back. It was this look of shame, of utter horror, that Tim wished to see again and again, and while the current expression upon the boy's face was one of pure shame, it wasn't quite the same as that which he just remembered. The utter horror was missing! Then again, Tim was telling himself, in the form of a promise, the day has just beginning!

Bringing Charlie close to him Tim turned the boy around and let his hands roam across the soft cheeks. Cheeks that were pink from his hand spanking, yet almost cool to the touch. After all, it wouldn't do to start the boy off with a hard spanking, that was for later. No, this was perfect, a light dusting of pink and a hand print on the right side. That and the fact that Charlie erect penis was all but waving at his friend's as he jerked back and forth, under Tim's touch. No wonder his friends were grinning so hard.

Still, he wasn't done, turning the boy around so he was facing him, Tim gave him a moment before darkly asking him, "Charlie. What are you to do when I, an adult speak to you?" How Tim loved the quiet gulp, just as he loved tasting the anger that was floating just below the surface as Charlie was forced to treat him as the adult in charge even though in reality he too was still a boy of only 15 years of age. Almost as much as he loved the broken reply of, "I am to say yes sir ... and do as told, without question ... sir." These were the words Tim needed to hear.

Going to the window Tim opened the curtains, and pulled the shade up. The bright sunlight creating a new dynamic within the room, as Charlie was now, truly, for the first time, on public display.

Calling Charlie over to the large bay window, Tim found himself smiling as the boy did as he was told, be it with feet that were shuffling reluctantly.

In Tim's mind, this was the way it was meant to be. That the boy did as he was told!

He made Charlie stand a mere inch in front of the window as Tim slid the glass open and told him he was to remain there, on display for all who walked by to see and that he had better remain as hard as he was now, or else.

The look on Charlie's face was priceless and turned Tim's smile into a grin. Charlie's look, so close to pitiful horror was the expression Tim just couldn't get enough of.

Whilst in the next few minutes the other boys continued to use their cell phones to arrange an audience for Charlie's punishment a fellow 7th grade classmate who lived a few houses down the block in the opposite direction to Tim happened to be riding by on his skateboard.

What happened next was funny.

The boy was just skating by, all but whistling a happy tune, in love with being nearly thirteen and out on his own on such a fine day, when he happened to glance at the window. From that point forward, you could see how things went hand in hand. The way his eyes flew open as comprehension set in, then the way he fell onto his butt as he forget to keep going with the board. Still, the shocked boy was onto his feet in mere seconds, pointing and yelling out, "Charlie, you're naked!" in a tone that was filled with laughter.

There is no way Charlie wanted to answer, but after a warning from Tim he did so and on instruction through the open window invited his class mate Steve, to come inside. Even so, the weakness to his voice when doing this made the boy sound like a cat singing.

Steve ran up to the front door, board under his arm and was met at the door by Tim who opened it and invited Steve inside.

Steve is a bit of a runt, being short for his near 13 years of age and skinny. The first impression Tim had when looking at him, was to examine him for a runny nose and a dirty face.

Tim then tells Steve that Charlie is being punished for being a bad little boy!

This brought an immediate gleam to Steve's eyes. And the imp that was written all over him came out in full force, as these words were no more out of Tim's mouth when Steve was asking permission to have Charlie turn around, as he wanted a better look!

Giving him an exaggerated wink, and slowly mouthing, "He's all yours." Tim ordered Charlie to turn around.

The hue on Charlie's face was no longer red, it was ashen. Steve is considered the class pest and to make matters worse, Charlie has always considered Steve beneath him, therefore to be exposed in front of him, much less in his current erect condition, this was about as bad as Charlie could imagine it getting. And Steve's reactions were just adding to his discomfort. His face, it appeared to be splitting in two, this is how hard he was grinning. And when he finally spoke, it came out in such a rush he had to re-speak the words to be understood. And what words they were. Taking Tim's cue, and running with it, Steve had just ordered Charlie to come to him; as he wanted to feel his woodie for himself.

It seemed like it took forever for Charlie to reach Steve. He was taking small steps while moving forward, small enough that to the amazement of the room, Steve told Charlie to get a move on and get over to him now, unless he was looking to make matters harder on himself than what they already were.

As soon as Charlie reached his side, Steve's fingers were running through his small tuft of pubes and then his hand moved on his erection, and began stroking it, slowly. Leering, and breathing deeply as Charlie whistled out his low moans of protests through clinch teeth.

It was also evident that Steve knew just how to push buttons. Using language like a knife, such as when asking Charlie, "So dude, how many times a day do you play with yourself", then laughing in his face as Charlie choked, before answering for him, "Well, not to worry. With me around, you will get plenty of practice today!" Before brightly adding, "And if you don't like it. I will first spank you, then I will make you cum! You can cum can't you? I mean you have some pubes!"

"He ain't going to have pubes for long" interjected Billy Templestowe, "Little boys' don't have man hair!"

At this comment the room broke up with laughter, although, if at the words or Charlie's expression, or both it was hard to tell!

Within the next minutes, Steve was bringing Charlie to the edge, and yet again there was a sheen of white on Charlie's penis tip. And of course, he was made to suck on his wet finger yet again. Only this time, Steve was announcing as he did so. Telling all how much Charlie was enjoying this, why look at how deep that finger was being inserted then demanding from Charlie "Where did you learn to suck like that!"

That question really got under Charlie's skin, to the point that he started yelling at Steve!

That brought forth a response from Steve before Tim could react, that was biting. Looking at Charlie he asked him, "Little boy ... who gave you permission to speak?" and when Charlie, looking dumbfounded, gave no answer, Steve came back with a reply for him when stating, "If I was in charge of you, and you spoke like that, you would be over my lap and get the spanking of your life then you would be sucking on a pacifier to keep you from uttering any more words!"

Tim had to shake his head. There was no doubt, no doubt at all, that Steve had spent time in the program, and more than once he suspected. Not that you would ever know it on first glance, what with the hood on his shirt pulled over his head, and the too baggy jeans. If anything, he looked like a poster child from the bad part of town, but his actions bespoke of great experience within the nudie juvie program!

End Part 2