I Promise, Part 1
  By Aldric
  
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com
  
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  I Promise, Part 1
  
  Shawn met up with Jared in front of the hardware store. 
  Jared had a short fishing pole and a tackle box while Shawn
  had brought bait and lunch.  It was hot, even for August,
  with the temperature at ninety already and it was only ten
  in the morning.  The boys had decided yesterday to hike out
  to a small pond that Shawn knew about a mile up the hill
  along the train track.
  
  Jared wasn't sure about Shawn.  Although they were the same
  age, 13, they had never been friends, and had even been
  adversaries a few times in their lives.  Jared was small and
  slender with blond hair.  He had braces on his teeth and
  wore glasses.  Shawn was larger, more athletic, and seemed
  to have a perfect body.  But about a month ago Shawn had
  approached Jared and invited him over to his house where
  they fooled around on his computer and shot baskets in the
  driveway.  Shawn started to show up more frequently, and now
  they spent most of the day together.  Jared didn't have any
  real friend, so while at first he distrusted Shawn, as the
  days turned into weeks and Shawn and he continued to have
  fun, he began to look forward to being with him.
  
  They turned onto Evan Avenue, which became highway 302 at
  the town limits, to "go catch some fish and some rays" as
  Shawn had said.  Jared noticed the group of girls hanging
  around the ice cream store and he wanted to cross the street
  to avoid them, but Shawn called out a greeting and walked
  right up to them.
  
  Two of the girls walked past Shawn and approached Jared.
  
  "Where you going dork?" asked Liz.  Her real name was
  Elizabeth, and teachers and her parents called her Beth, but
  to her friends she was Liz, (as in lizard, thought Jared). 
  She was 15, and already had a day-light driving permit.  She
  had been his primary antagonist since first grade, teasing
  him every chance she got, which encouraged others to tease
  him as well.  Fortunately, she was now in high school, so he
  didn't have to put up with in school for another year, but
  she lived near him, so he couldn't escape her completely. 
  Jared took the approach he normally used when Liz and her
  cohorts were around; he stared at the ground and avoided
  speaking if possible.
  
  "Come to play with my tits some more perv?" asked Tina as
  she stepped in front of him, trapping him between Shawn and
  Liz.  Tina had moved here two years ago, and Jared had
  immediately gotten himself on her bad side.  It was her
  first day in school, and someone had just asked Jared where
  the office was.  He reached out to point the way, and jabbed
  his hand into the top of her shirt, pulling it down and
  partially exposing one of her breasts.  She called him a
  pervert and slapped his face so hard his glasses went flying
  across the hall.  'Perv' became his third nickname, right
  behind 'dork.'  The first nickname, 'spiderboy,' had lasted
  for 3 years.  It had been given to him by Liz in third grade
  when he got pantsed in school on a day he was wearing
  Spiderman underpants.  Tina was 14, and was one grade ahead
  of Jared.
  
  "I'll bet he's hot" she continued, "but I know how to cool
  him down.  How about a little bit of ice cream?"  She
  reached out and grabbed hold of the front of Jared's pants
  and underpants and dropped her ice cream cone inside. 
  "There's something to keep spiderboy from getting too
  excited."  Jared had thought that name had been forgotten,
  but apparently not.
  
  "But you owe me for that cone" she said.  "Thirty five
  cents."
  
  Jared stood there, trying to ignore the cold sweeping down
  inside his pants.
  
  Liz stepped around behind him and reached her hands into the
  pockets of his shorts.  "I'll see if he has anything" she
  said as she reached around and crushed the cone against his
  groin, spreading the ice cream around.  "Nope, I don't feel
  anything in here" she said, finally pulling her hands out. 
  "Come on; let's let the dork go play with his friend. 
  Anyone here up for going to the pool?"
  
  As the girls walked away, Jared shook as much of the crumbs
  and ice cream as he could out the legs of his shorts.  "You
  shouldn't let them do that stuff to you" Shawn said as they
  continued down the street.  "They're starting to think they
  can do anything they want to you, its going to keep getting
  worse unless you stand up for yourself."
  
  "If I do nothing, they have their moment of fun and go away. 
  If I fight back, then I'm afraid of what they might do to
  me.  Besides, what can I do?  I'm not as strong as Liz, and
  even Tina's little sister could probably beat me up."
  
  "Don't ever let them find out your afraid of them, or let
  them get something on you.  That Liz is cunning and
  dangerous.  She could sure be cruel if she knew she could
  get away with it."
  
  Jared didn't speak again until Shawn changed the subject. 
  The crumbs were rubbing on his crotch, and the ice cream was
  sticky and gooey.  Combined with the heat, the walk was
  miserable.
  
  When they finally reached the pond, Shawn said "Take your
  clothes off and clean them in the pond, we'll hang them out
  to dry while we fish."
  
  "I don't know" said Jared.  "What if somebody comes by?"
  
  "Nobody comes by here.  And if you're worried about the
  bitch squad, you heard them; they were heading toward the
  pool.  From the way you were walking, I can tell you have
  crumbs and crap all inside you pants.  Just take them off
  and rinse them, and I'll hang them on a branch in the sun."
  
  Jared was still hesitating.  "Come on, I'll skinny dip too
  if that's what's bothering you."
  
  "Okay, what ever.  You're right." Jared unsnapped his jeans
  and slid them and his briefs down to his ankles and stepped
  out of them.  "At least I sure hope you're right.  This
  feels weird standing out here naked.  Let me wash these out
  and you can hang them over there for me."  As he got in the
  pond, his shirt started getting wet too, so he took that off
  as well.  After a little bit of rubbing and soaking, he
  handed the wet pants and underwear to Shawn, along with his
  shirt.
  
  While Shawn was hanging them on branches to dry, Jared
  cleaned the sticky mess off his groin.  When Shawn came
  back, he ducked down in the water, ashamed of his body.  He
  was 13, but still small down there, with just a small
  dusting of hair.  Shawn started pulling off his clothes and
  dropping them on the ground.  As he ran to the pond, Jared
  took a look, and saw that Shawn penis was longer and thicker
  than his own, and that Shawn had a visible patch of dark
  hair above his penis.
  
  They played around in the pond for a bit, and were just
  thinking about getting out when the girls showed up.
  
  There were three of them, Liz, the leader; Tina, second in
  command; and a friend of Jared's sister named Lois, who
  lived next door to him.  Lois a bratty little 11-year old.
  
  "Shawn, if you're brave enough to get out of that pond and
  walk up here, you can get dressed and go.  We have business
  to discuss with the dork" Liz said to announce their
  presence.
  
  Shawn hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Jared and
  said "Sorry Jared, I really like you.  But I don't want
  trouble with them, I'm out of here."
  
  "Tell somebody I'm here, would you" Jared whispered to him,
  but apparently Lisa heard it as well.
  
  "Yes, Shawn, do that.  Go to his house and tell his sister
  he's out here and needs her help" she said.
  
  Shawn looked back at Jared, who was shaking his head back
  and forth.  He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, covering
  his genitals with his hands.
  
  "Nope, none of that.  If you want you're clothes, you're
  going to have to put your hands on top of your head and ask
  us to give them to you," Liz said, gathering up all of
  Shawn's clothes.
  
  Reluctantly, Shawn raised his hands to his head, and walked
  slowly up to the three girls, who were inspecting him as he
  approached.  "Could I have my clothes?" he asked, standing
  there.
  
  As he stood there, he began to get an erection.  The four
  girls hadn't said anything, and he was just about to ask
  again when Liz looked at Jared and said "Tell you what,
  perv.  Your friend here is getting hard; if you'll come up
  here right now and give him a blow job, we'll give you all
  your clothes and go away and leave you alone.  In fact,
  we'll never pick on you again or call you names.  All you
  have to do is come up here and suck on it till he shoots."
  
  Jared had moved back to the deepest part of the pond trying
  to keep hidden.  As normal when confronted by the girls, he
  was looking down, and didn't say anything.
  
  "I'm offering you a really good deal here.  A lot of life
  just for a few minutes sucking dick.  But I'm not going to
  wait all day.  I'm going to tell Shawn to start beating off. 
  If he cums before you get here, the deal is off."
  
  She looked at Shawn and said "What are you waiting for, get
  started."
  
  Jared didn't know whether or not to trust the girls.  If she
  was telling him the truth, it was almost worth it.  But what
  would happen if they told other kids, or if Shawn told? 
  Still, he was trapped here naked; he needed any break he
  could.  He could see Shawn's hand moving back and forth and
  knew that he had to make up his mind quickly.
  
  He decided to chance it, rushing out of the pond.  The girls
  were even surprised at his boldness.
  
  "Oh god, I think he's going to do it" Lois said.
  
  "No he's not, he's too chicken" Liz said.  Shawn had stopped
  pumping his dick when Jared came up, and Liz told him to
  keep going unless Jared started sucking him.
  
  Jared dropped down in front of Shawn, and started to move
  his head forward, but just couldn't do it.  He was backing
  away in shame as Shawn arched his back and started to shoot.
  
  "Good show" Liz said, flinging his clothes at him, "now get
  dressed and get out of here, and take all of his clothes
  with you.  Don't drop any along the way or we'll be looking
  for you next."
  
  "And tell his sister where he is and that he needs her help"
  added Lois.  "Did you hear me?" she asked as Shawn started
  running down the trail, still pulling on clothes.
  
  "Yeah, I heard you.  I'll tell her."  He grabbed all of
  Jared's still-wet clothes and headed towards the railroad
  track at a fast run.
  
  "Nompfff" Jared tried to shout, but Liz cupped her hand over
  his mouth.  "You should have taken me up on my deal.  It
  wasn't a trick" she said to him.  He tried to squirm out of
  her grasp, but Lois came over and grabbed his balls, giving
  them a gentle squeeze.
  
  "Just stop moving and I'll let go, but you try to run or
  yell, and I'll show you how strong my grip is."
  
  Jared stopped twisting around and stood still, and Liz
  dropped her hand from his mouth.  "Well, let's see what we
  can do with a naked pervert" she said, making Jared's
  stomach drop at the thought of what the girls might do.
  
  "Please, I'll do anything you want, just let me go" he said,
  his voice breaking from his fear.
  
  "We haven't even started, and already he's begging us" Lois
  said.  "But I like the idea of him doing anything." She
  stood back and looked him in the eyes, pulling his chin up
  when he tried to break contact and look at the ground.  "Are
  you saying that you would agree to do anything the three of
  us asked, if only we set you free?"
  
  Not able to lower his head to avoid looking at her, he
  became brave enough to answer her.  "Depends on what you
  want me to do, I suppose" he said.
  
  "No, that's not good enough," Tina said.  "I mean, we can
  already make you do anything we want now.  But a promise
  from you to do anything at our bidding, that would be a
  bargaining chip towards your freedom.  What restriction did
  you have in mind?"
  
  "Well, I, uh, what you wanted me to do with Shawn, that I
  guess" he didn't have time to think, and his brain was all
  filled up so that he couldn't think straight anyhow.
  
  "No blow jobs?  Girls, can we agree that we don't make him
  give any blow jobs?"  The other girls all agreed.
  
  "And you'll let me go?"
  
  "Well, not for just one promise.  But if you sign a pledge
  to each of us to do anything we want when we tell you to do
  it, then we'll promise to never pick on you again after you
  complete the task.  Is that a deal?"
  
  Jared was still confused, this was moving too fast.  "Yeah,
  I guess."
  
  "How do we know he'll do it later if we let him go now?"
  asked Lois.
  
  "Good question.  I think we're just going to have to find a
  way to convince him it's really in his best interest to
  honor the promises he makes.  We need something now to show
  him how bad life could be for him if he were to back out of
  the deal later."
  
  "Just so you understand, we're going to be very mean to you
  now, just to show you how mean we can be.  But first, the
  cards.  When you complete an ordered task, you get one card
  back.  When you have all the cards, we will leave you alone
  forever.  But back out on a promise, and what we're going to
  do to you today will serve as a reminder of what will happen
  to you."
  
  She took some business cards she had in her wallet and wrote
  on the back "I promise to do what the holder of this card
  tells me to" on the back of each one.  "Just sign these
  cards and soon you can be on your way."  She handed him a
  pen and he started signing.  One thing he didn't do was
  count the cards, and he signed four of them without even
  realizing it.  Liz passed a card to each of the other girls,
  keeping the last two.
  
  "Now we need to show you we mean business, just to make sure
  you will honor those pledges.  Put your hands behind your
  back."
  
  Thinking that freedom from the constant teasing and
  embarrassing things Liz and Lisa had done to him could come
  to an end soon, he agreed.  His hands were roughly pulled
  behind his back, where he could feel a plastic band get
  wrapped around each wrist and pulled tight.  His wrists were
  crossed, and another band tied the two together.  When they
  let him go, Lisa showed him what she had used, white plastic
  cable ties.  "No way to get them off with out cutting them"
  she said, smiling.
  
  Standing behind him where he couldn't see what they were
  doing, he heard them open his tackle box.  He had a knife in
  his there, but didn't expect them to leave it where he could
  use it to free himself.
  
  Without warning, Liz reached between his legs and grabbed
  his balls, pinching a tiny bit of loose flesh at the bottom
  of his sack.
  
  "This might hurt a bit" she said, and Jared felt a sharp
  pain as she shoved a small hook through the skin.  She
  picked up the tackle box and put it in his hand, telling him
  to hold it.  It was far heavier then it should be, Jared
  guessed they had filled it with rocks.  She then ran the
  mono line that was tied to the hook and tied it off to the
  tackle box.
  
  "Don't let go, the line is only about one foot long" she
  told him, giving a slight yank on the line which pulled on
  his balls.  
  
  Next she brought his pole over, and set it down between his
  legs, then grabbed his balls again.  He tried to get away,
  but a squeeze from her took all the fight out of him.  He
  cried out as another hook was pushed through a tiny bit of
  skin in his ball sack.  His pole was place in the hand not
  holding the tackle box.
  
  "I guess now you know how a fish feels.  At least now you
  won't have to leave them behind" she said, smiling at him. 
  I hope you enjoy your trip home."  With that the girls all
  left.
  
  He tried to take a step, but the pole swing out, causing one
  of the hooks in his ball sack to pull back.  The line she
  had used was 10 pound test, and he knew it wouldn't break. 
  Squatting down, he tried to set the tackle box on the ground
  and straighten up, but the line was cut at the length Liz
  had said.  It didn't even leave him enough room to fall over
  sideways and just lay there, so he had no choice but to pick
  the heavy box back up and struggle to stand.  Walking was a
  real struggle, and every time he took a step he could feel
  the pole sway between his legs, pulling on the hook in his
  balls.  Moving even slower now, he headed for home.
  
  He was making lousy time, guessing he had spent half an hour
  just getting back out to the trail to the highway.  The
  tackle box was getting harder and harder to hold because of
  the rocks they had added to it, but there was no way he
  could rest his hands.  He had no idea what he would do once
  he reached the highway except to hope someone would stop and
  cut him free.  He didn't even see his sister standing next
  to a tree off the side of the trail until she spoke to him,
  and that caused him to nearly drop the tackle box.
  
  "This is a sight I've dreamed about for years, ever since
  you pulled my pants down and spanked me in front of my
  friends."
  
  Jared was both pleased and sickened.  Pleased because
  Ashley, his sister, represented freedom from the very heavy
  box, but sickened because he had tormented and teased her
  for years.  "You were seven years old, and you deserved it. 
  But if you want to hear me say I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry. 
  If you want me to beg, I'll beg.  But please cut this line
  so I can put the box down, my fingers can hardly hold it."
  
  Ashley walked behind her brother, pretending to check out
  the box.  In fact, she had been briefed by the other girls,
  and told to get to him quickly because maybe they put too
  many rocks in the box.  They had given her the knife that
  had been in his tackle box, and once she was behind him she
  secretly cut the line running between his balls and the
  tackle box.
  
  "I don't know, there should be something in it for me.  That
  box doesn't look too heavy."  "She pressed down on the top
  of it, causing Jared to cry out for her to stop.  "You want
  me to carry the pole for you?" she asked, giving that a
  short tug.
  
  "Please, stop, they put little fishing hooks in my balls. 
  But there's a knife in my box if you can just get it open."
  
  "I don't know, I wouldn't want to get in the way of Beth's
  plans, she might get mad at me.  I'd have to have something
  to make the risk worth it."
  
  "Please, I can't hold this box much longer, what do you
  want, I'll do it."  He could feel tears beginning to pool in
  his eyes, and the muscles in his hand were starting to shake
  from the strain of holding up the tackle box.
  
  "Well, now, let me think" Ashley said, setting down on the
  ground.  "I've got to plan this properly, you know, to make
  it worth while."
  
  "Please Ashley, if you need to think about it, just put the
  box in my other hand.  I'm serious; this will tear a hole in
  my sack.  Please, you can think about it, I'll still do
  whatever you come up with because I'll never make it home
  like this anyway.  Just please help me."
  
  The tears were now running down his face, and she could see
  the box shaking in his hand.  It was time for her to execute
  the plan she had spent the last two hours thinking up.  
  
  "Okay, here's what I want you to agree to.  You give up all
  privacy in our area of the house; that means you don't close
  any doors except the outside one.  You go to the bathroom,
  you take a shower, you change clothes, but the door stays
  open."
  
  Their house had a separate living area intended for their
  grandparents to live in, but their grandparents had died a
  few years back.  Because the main house was small for them,
  their parents stayed in the larger portion, which was where
  the kitchen and living room were while she and Jared shared
  the smaller building.  They each had a big bedroom, a game
  room with a TV and computer, and shared a bathroom.  Since
  over the years they had proved that they could go to bed on
  time, keep the place clean, and not sneak out at night,
  their parents almost never checked up on them.
  
  "In addition, you leave the drapes open in your room all the
  time, and you put a nightlight back in there.  I can come in
  your room whenever I want without asking you for permission,
  and so can my friends.  Are you with me so far?"
  
  "So far, you mean there's more?  Never mind, just say it; I
  can't say no, just hurry."
  
  "Once you go back there for the night, you strip naked, and
  you stay that way until you go into the main house again. 
  If you want to watch TV, play games, or get on the computer,
  you do it naked.  And you sleep naked too.  This applies
  even if you have a friend over, unless I give you permission
  to stay dressed."
  
  Jared's mouth was hanging open and he was shaking his head,
  but his eyes were admitting defeat.
  
  "Oh, come on, it's not like you're going to be more naked
  than you are right now.  Do we have a deal?"
  
  "For how long does this last?" he asked, knowing he was
  going to agree anyway.
  
  "Until I say you can have your privacy back.  You earn it
  back by how you treat me and my friends.  Maybe a week,
  maybe longer.  If you piss me off, maybe until you're
  eighteen.  That box does look heavy; do we have a deal or
  not?  If we do, just repeat back what you're agreeing to so
  that I know you have it right."
  
  "Okay, I give up, I can't hold this any more.  I leave my
  curtains open all the time.  I don't close any doors.  If
  I'm going to be there for any length of time, I'm naked.  I
  sleep naked, and I put a night light in.  And I do it even
  if I have a friend over unless you give me permission not
  to."
  
  "And when does it end?"
  
  "Please hurry!  It doesn't end until you say it does."  His
  arms were really shaking now, and he was starting to squat
  down to lessen the inevitable drop, but his legs wouldn't
  let him remain squatted for long, so he kept rising back up.
  
  With a sly smile, Ashley walked over and said "Let's see how
  hard it is to slide these things off."  She started trying
  to slide the plastic cable tie off, but was deliberately
  pushing down at the same time.  Her brother kept yelling for
  her to stop, but suddenly he screamed as the box slipped out
  of his hands.  But he kept going down until he fell over. 
  Fearing something had happened; Ashley turned him on his
  side, but then noticed he was already coming back around. 
  He had fainted from the fear.
  
  He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't get leverage with
  his arms still tied behind his back.  "Uh, omygod, my balls,
  what happened?"  He was speaking a thousand words a minute
  until Ashley put her hand over his mouth.
  
  "I caught the box as soon as you dropped it, your balls are
  fine.  At least I think they are, I'll need to take a look."
  
  "No, no, that's okay, just undo my arms,uh-"
  
  She ignored him, lifting one of his legs to gain access to
  the back of his balls.  "They're little tiny hooks, but she
  poked them all the way through.  I'll have to cut them off." 
  She reached in his tackle box for a pair of snips.
  
  Jared was yelling bloody murder, but she continued to ignore
  him, getting back to the base of his ball sack, and taking
  her time getting a good look at her brother at the same
  time.  "You know, it's not a good idea to squirm around like
  that when some one is cutting stuff next to your balls." 
  She pushed the first hook a little deeper through him, then
  snipped off the barbed end and pulled it out.  The hole was
  so small there wasn't even any blood.  The second one was
  remove just as easily.
  
  "Here, hold still for just a second longer, I'll have to
  clean that" she said, grabbing his first aid kit.  Jared was
  again asking her to leave it, he could do it, but she
  ignored that too.  She squeezed a drop of antiseptic cream
  on his balls and began to rub it in.  She noticed that his
  dick was responding even though he must have hated it.  She
  decided to put some more on and rub a little higher.
  
  "There" she said, putting everything back in his box and
  taking out the rocks that had been used to weigh it down,
  "now we can go home."  She pulled him to his feet, noticing
  that his penis was sticking straight up rubbing against his
  belly.
  
  "But what about my arms, aren't you going to undo them too?"
  
  "And next you'll want me to get you some clothes.  When will
  your demands end?  I'll tell you want; I want to learn about
  boys.  I want to know more about that thing of yours, how
  you masturbate, what hurts, what feels good, and mostly how
  to make you beg.  In exchange for your clothes and cutting
  your hands free, you're going to teach me all of this."
  
  "How am I supposed to do that?"
  
  "Your body becomes mine.  I touch you anywhere I want.  I
  can order you to masturbate, and you have to do it.  If you
  don't I'll find ways of getting you to.  But it's more fun
  to just be able to tell you to do it.  Agreed?"
  
  Jared was feeling sick.  He normally either ignored Ashley,
  or teased her.  It was other girls that made him unsure of
  himself.  But now that Ashley had the upper hand, he found
  himself using the same pose he normally used on Liz and her
  gang.  He was staring at the ground, and staying quiet.  But
  she passed the knife across his lowered gaze and asked him
  again if he agreed, and he softly answered "yes."
  
  She cut his hands loose, and said "No better time to test it
  then now, you're thing is already hard, show me how you beat
  it."
  
  "Beat off" he said quietly.  When she made a face he
  explained "You said 'beat it,' the proper phrase is beat
  off."
  
  "Whatever, just do it, show me how it's done."