Getting Boys Naked Chapter 1
by Aldric

Copyright 2006 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story is entirely fictional. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. The creation of this story did not contribute (greatly) to global warming. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to [email protected]. This story has been copyrighted by the author.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.
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Chapter one, the idea.

Brandy remembered exactly when the idea first got started. One of her two best friends, Gwen, had just returned from camp and had IMed her and their other best friend Nicole and invited them to join her in a private chat room.

"You'll never guess what I saw at camp!" she wrote. Before either Brandy or Nicole could respond she typed "I got to see a boy totally naked!"

"So what," responded Nicole. "I've sat for dozens of kids and seen most of them naked. It isn't a big deal."

"But this boy was an eighth grader, not a little kid. He was being punished or something and he was tied to four stakes pounded into the ground so that he was spread out. And when me and two other girls passed by they invited us to come and see him. I even got to touch him!"

"What did he do?" Brandy asked. Having just turned fourteen the idea of seeing boys naked interested her a lot.

"He couldn't do anything, he was tied to the stakes," Gwen wrote.

"No, I mean, what did he do to get punished like that?"

"Who cares," Nicole typed in before Gwen could answer. "He's a boy, which should be reason enough. All boys over the age of ten should be naked whenever possible."

"I don't know what he did but it was so cool to see him that I didn't care. And you should have seen his face when three girls were invited to see him. It was clear it was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. Nicole, maybe if you get elected for student government again you can pass a 'naked boy' rule for school!" Nicole had been the president of the student council last year in eighth grade.

"Keep dreaming cause I think I might have trouble getting that one approved by the principal. But wouldn't it be cool if it were true? Could you imagine making boys come to school naked?"

"And not all of them on one day," Nicole typed in. "Just a few every day. That would make it even more humiliating!"

It was late and they had to get off, but the seeds of the idea had been planted and the idea had excited Brandy so much that she had stayed up for hours researching the idea. When they got together the next day it was the first thing each of them wanted to discuss. Brandy quickly explained what she had found and a few ideas that might make it work.

"But we can't babysit for them. The boys I want see are in our school and our grade. Nobody is going to have a fourteen year old girl babysit for a fourteen year old boy," Gwen said.

"You're right, of course," Nicole said after a moments thought. "But what if we don't babysit for them. What if we get boys who are always in trouble and mouthing off to their parents and stuff and convince their parents that we can teach their boys proper respect? All we have to do is convince them that it works, show them the stuff Brandy found and let us try it."

"But the stuff I found just involves a mild shock when the kid is repeatedly out of control. No parent is going to allow us to strip and humiliate their son," Gwen said. "And that is the purpose of this mission, right? I don't want to get involved with curing the world of boys like Trent Hosender."

"Maybe not cure him, but I would sure like to see him naked and helpless like that kid you saw at camp!" All three girls pictured Trent tied up and naked and giggled.

"God, I nearly wet myself just thinking about it," Nicole said with a sigh. "But obviously we don't tell the parents everything we plan to do. We just stick to a proven method and ask them to give us a week or two."

"And if they have trouble after we've 'corrected' their son we can 'train' him again for free!"

"You mean you're thinking of trying to get paid for this? Gwen asked. "I like that idea."

"Of course we have to charge them; otherwise they would think we had an ulterior motive. Which of course we do; we just don't tell them that part."

"We need a practice victim to start with just to see if the idea works. And the first set of parents will be the hardest to convince. Once we are successful with one boy it would be a lot easier to convince other parents it works," Nicole said.

"Then I know just were to start," Gwen said. "We start with Lloyd."

Lloyd was Gwen's twelve year old brother. She explained that he had been talking back to her mother recently and refusing to do stuff around the house. His mother had tried spanking him but he laughed at her while she did it. She had tried washing his mouth with soap, but that didn't work either. Besides, Gwen explained, her mother was open to new ideas and willing to try almost anything. The girls decided to buy the equipment they would need first before saying anything to Gwen's mother.

The package arrived four days later. Gwen, Brandy, and Nicole met in Gwen's room to go over their sales pitch. They were safe upstairs, Lloyd hardly ever came up there; his domain was the basement where his room was.

Who wants to try the collar first?" Gwen asked. "We need to know what it feels like before we show it to my mom."

Brandy agreed to go first. The collar was a slightly modified model from a type originally designed to train dogs not to bark. It had a tiny probe in the front that delivered a shock from a battery pack on the back. The girls had decided to spend the extra money to buy two controllers and they put batteries in each one while Brandy fastened the collar around her neck.

"Okay, let's try the first setting," Brandy said. Gwen pressed and released a button on her controller.

"Oh," Brandy said at first. "It surprised me, but it really didn't hurt. Kind of like getting pinched. I thought it would be a lot worse that that."

"That was just the first setting; are you ready for the second?" Brandy nodded her head and Nicole used her controller.

"It was a little worse, but still not bad. I'm not even sure it would get my brother's attention. Skip the third setting and go to four," Brandy said.

Gwen made the adjustment and pressed the button. This time Brandy stood up and grabbed at the collar. "Yeow!" she yelled. "That one hurt. I don't think I want to try five or six."

"Give me the collar," Nicole said, "and I'll try five. But make sure you only hold the button down for an instant." She and Brandy switched and Brandy hit the button.

"Shit!" Nicole said. Her hands were also pulling at the front of the collar. "That does hurt. I think we can forget about the sixth setting." She started to take the collar off and then stopped. "Go back to the second setting but this time hold the button down for a couple of seconds."

Gwen did as Nicole said. "Oh, yeah, this is unquestionably getting my attention," Nicole said. Gwen released the button. "I think the idea is to hold it down longer rather than use higher settings."

They played around with it a few more times and then practiced the sales pitch they were going to use on Gwen's mother.

Their practice was unnecessary. They showed Gwen's mom the research studies and Gwen put the collar on and gave her mom the controller. After watching her daughter's reaction she put the collar on her own neck and played with the settings on the controller. The girls tried to stop her when she went to position four but she ignored them and gave it a try.

"I think this might just do the trick," Gwen's mom said. "But I need to know that I can trust you to never set it above position three."

"Don't worry mom, we all tried it ourselves and we know what it feels like. We will only use the first setting in most cases; the second only if really necessary. What we found out is holding the button down longer is better than a higher setting."

"Also, we need to keep Lloyd from taking the collar off or removing the batteries. For that we need your permission to put these two locks on the catches." Gwen handed her mother the locks. They looked tiny and fragile but were not.

"They're made of industrial stainless steel and he can't break them off. Since they go on the back he can't see them to try and cut them off."

Gwen's mom considered everything the girls had said and quickly made up her mind. "Lloyd, come up here please," she called down to the basement.

"I'm busy doing something right now mom," was the response. "Whatever you need can wait until later."

"I promise you mom, we can change that attitude of his without hurting him."

"Then you don't even have to wait for him to come up. Go on downstairs and interrupt whatever game he's playing and get started. I have to go to work now, but if you want to impress me with success then try to get him to clean his room."

With that the adventure began.