I Promise Again, part 5
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
 *****
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 depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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 Somehow, Jared endured the rest of the day.  Twice someone
 pulled the front of his shorts down and laughed about him
 still being hard, and word of what had happened had spread
 across the school.  By the time he got home he just wanted
 to lock himself in his room and hide forever, but of course
 he couldn't do that, the door to his room had been removed.
 
 Lois came over and she and Ashley made him tell the story
 twice, each time making him beat off for them when he got to
 the part where he did it in school.  Finally, they got bored
 and left him alone.  He checked his web page and with some
 relief found the video was gone, but his password still
 didn't work.  He checked his email next, and found a letter
 from Shawn that had already been read, so he knew that Adam
 was still monitoring his mail.  The letter was just Shawn
 asking him again to think about just stopping before
 something got out of hand like had happened in gym class.
 
 On Friday, Jared decided the same shorts he had worn Monday
 would work, especially if he didn't wear a belt.  They were
 baggy and would slide off and back on again quickly.  Then
 he wore the same shirt he had worn to the lake a week ago.
 He had forgotten that Adam had pulled the bottom two buttons
 off, but he didn't have time to replace them now, even if he
 did know how to sew.  It was the longest shirt he owned, and
 it was going to have to do.
 
 He had trouble paying attention in class, and the events
 from yesterday had not been forgotten by the other kids in
 school, so he had to endure almost constant teasing.  But at
 lunch, Adam handed him the card he had given him.  Written
 on it was "best gym class ever, please feel free to repeat
 it whenever you want" and it was signed.  At long last, he
 had one of his four cards back.
 
 He boarded the bus at the end of the day, and Shawn joined
 him near the middle behind the driver.  "Do you want me to
 get off at the same stop where you do?" Shawn asked.
 
 "No, this is hard enough already.  Besides, your stop is a
 long ways after mine.  Just ride it home, I'll be okay."
 Jared saw his sister take a seat near the back of the bus on
 the right-hand side where she would be able to watch him.
 Shawn handed him the card, already signed.
 
 As the bus approached the stop before Jared's, he began
 removing his shoes and socks.  He had worn slip-on shoes and
 short socks to make it easier and quicker.  He had the
 inside seat, so when he slid his pants and boxers down,
 nobody noticed.  He wrapped everything up tight, and the
 moment the bus stopped he tossed it out the window.  This
 caught the attention of the kids behind him, and as Shawn
 blocked the aisle to let Jared out, he heard someone say
 "Boner boy is up to something again."
 
 He stayed close to the kids in front of him, and the bus
 driver was watching the mirror so he didn't see Jared's bare
 butt as he bent over to go down the steps.  Kids were
 already gathering around as the chatter picked up, but
 because of the shirt none of them realized that Jared was
 basically naked.  He picked a spot just out of sight from
 the driver and saluted the bus.
 
 The last kid out the door hurried along the bus as it
 started to drive off.  "Boner boy doesn't have any pants on,
 he threw them out the window" he yelled out.
 
 Most of the kids had wandered off towards home, but a few
 were still around. The closest one lifted Jared's shirt,
 exposing him to the kids still on the bus.  A yell went up
 from the bus as it drove off, and a crowd of kids were
 leaning out the windows.  But once the bus was past him,
 Jared broke off the salute and pulled his shirt down,
 running to get his clothes.
 
 But they were gone.  At first Jared thought the boy who knew
 he was naked had gotten them, and it was apparent that was
 what the boy was planning, but the clothes were gone before
 even he got there.  He came running up to meet Jared.
 
 "Where are they," he said, grabbing Jared.  "I saw you throw
 them out, so who got them."
 
 Jared was struggling to get free, wondering the same
 question.  "I don't know who has them.  Believe me; I want
 them more than you do!"
 
 By now there were four kids, three boys and a girl gathered
 around, and the last boy off the bus explained again what he
 saw.
 
 "Well, you're not getting off that easy" one of the kids
 said, and began pulling at Jared's shirt.  Jared tried to
 resist, but all of them helped, and the buttons popped off
 allowing them to pull the shirt off his back, leaving Jared
 once again totally naked.  He was three blocks from home,
 and he didn't even hesitate, he just took off running
 hearing the laughter behind him.
 
 He ignored the yells from the two kids he passed, and
 maintained his speed until he was in his own back yard.  He
 ran up to the door, but it was locked.  And then he
 remembered that his wallet and house key were in his pants.
 And the wallet contained his two very hard earned pledge
 cards.  Unless he could find out who had the wallet and get
 it back, it was over, everything he had gone through was for
 nothing.  He began thinking that Shawn was right, maybe it
 was time to just stop anyway.
 
 He knocked on the door, knowing his sister should be home by
 now, but she didn't answer.  He tried to stay out of sight
 of his neighbors while he tried to think of what to do.  He
 was ready to break a window when Lois and Ashley came from
 Lois's house next door.
 
 "Lose something?" Ashley asked him.
 
 Jared was close to tears by now.  "Somebody took my pants,
 and my key is in them."
 
 "Well, that's what you get for throwing your clothes out a
 window like that.  I can let you in if you'll give me your
 allowance next week."  Both he and his sister received an
 allowance of $50 a month, payable at $10 a week plus an
 extra ten at the end of the month.  Next week was not the
 end of the month, so it would cost Jared $10.  He quickly
 agreed.
 
 "And, I can forget to tell mom you lost your key if you give
 me the following weeks allowance too, plus an additional
 $20, all payable in advance."  This one would cost $40, but
 he didn't want to try to explain to his mother how he lost
 the key.  He could get the spare key from the house and have
 a copy made.  There was $75 in his drawer and he remembered
 that he had $25 in the wallet too.
 
 He agreed to the further blackmail, and Ashley let him in
 and followed him to his room where he got the money from his
 drawer.  He counted out $50 and gave it to her, upset at how
 much money he had lost in just the last week.
 
 "Nice doing business with you, anytime you get locked
 outside again, just look me up."  Ashley smirked and started
 to leave, but Jared called her back.
 
 "I want to quit, I'm tired of this.  It keeps on getting
 worse, and there doesn't seem to be a way out.  And if you
 and your friends try and stop me, I'll tell mom."
 
 "Tell her what?  You don't have any proof, and believe me,
 we all have alibis.  We also have witnesses that you were
 streaking at the clothing store and other places.  Are you
 forgetting that everything we have done to you is for
 nothing if you don't honor your promise?  Who's been telling
 you to quit, Shawn?"
 
 "Nobody has been telling me."  This time the tears did break
 out.  "I earned two pledge cards today, but they were in my
 wallet.  I'll probably never see them again, so I have to
 quit anyway."  He got up and pulled the drapes shut on his
 windows.  "And I'm done with your stupid rules about being
 naked with the curtains open all the time I'm at home too.
 And tomorrow I'm putting the door back on."
 
 He put on a pair of boxers and told his sister to get out.
 She left, but warned him he was making a mistake.  He stayed
 in his room, skipping dinner, and eventually fell asleep.
 
 Jared came awake as his arms were being pulled behind his
 back.  It was dark in his room, and he was moving too
 slowly.  The cuffs snapped closed on both wrists, and a gag
 was forced into his mouth.  The boxers he had put on the
 night before were pulled down and off, and then he was
 lifted to his feet.  He was still trying to clear the fog of
 sleep from his head as he was bundled out of the house and
 into a waiting car.
 
 A blindfold was quickly wrapped around his head as the car
 was driven off.  They drove for half an hour before it
 pulled over to the side of the road and stopped with the
 engine still running.  Jared was pulled out, still
 blindfolded, and the car drove off.
 
 He was being pulled across an area with tall, wet grass that
 he could feel tickling the bottom of his balls.  His feet
 scraped across the rough ground, and he could feel several
 cuts from sharp objects.  Finally, they stopped moving and
 the blindfold was pulled from his face.
 
 It was early dawn, the sun hadn't even climbed above the
 horizon yet, but he could see shapes even though they were
 in a wooded area.  His sister, Lois, Tina, and two of Lois's
 friends who had been at her birthday party were there.  A
 rope was quickly tied to each ankle, and his feet were
 pulled apart as the ropes were tied off to trees.  Without a
 word, Tina showed him a small fish hook.  Jared wanted to
 run, but that was not an option.  She got down in front of
 him and he jumped as she poked it through the skin on the
 side of his balls.  He jumped even more when she poked a
 second one through the other side.
 
 Something cold touched his back, making him jump a third
 time.  Something was being written on his back.  Lisa told
 two of the girls to come over and grab two small trees.  She
 had them bend the trees towards Jared, and when they were
 bent to where she wanted them she tied off the line running
 from each hook to a tree, telling each girl to hold on to
 the trees.  Jared was muttering "please don't" but she
 ignored him.
 
 "Release one of his arms, would you Ashley?" she asked.  The
 handcuff on his left wrist was removed; leaving the cuffs
 dangling from where they were still locked to his right
 wrist.  "Grab hold of each of these trees, and tell me when
 you have them" she said to him.  Jared grabbed the trees,
 and when he said he had them, the other girls let go.  Jared
 tried to relax one, but it immediately pulled tight on his
 balls.
 
 "I didn't give you more than in inch of slack" she said, "so
 you need to keep a tight grip."  She walked behind him and
 said "Oh, look here, it says 'please tickle me' on your
 back."
 
 "NO, please don't" yelled Jared, but she poked him in the
 ribs.  He almost let go of one of the trees.  The other
 girls took turns tickling him as well, laughing as he begged
 them to stop.  "Please, I'll do what you want, please don't
 leave me like this" he begged.
 
 Ashley went over to the river and came back with a bucket of
 water which she poured over his head.  She made three trips
 in all, pouring the cold water down on him.  Jared shivered
 as the cold water evaporated from his body in the cool
 morning air.
 
 Lisa pulled a knife out of her pocket and opened it, driving
 the blade into a tree between Jared's hand and the rope that
 ran to his ankle.  Any time you want to go for the knife,
 all you have to do is grab it before the tree swings back.
 
 "It's about 6 o'clock right now.  We've watched, and a lot
 of kids play in this area.  If any of them set you free, you
 can come on home.  If not, we'll be back at noon to see if
 you're ready to continue honoring your pledges."  Ashley was
 smiling at him, her most wicked smile.  "Expect some changes
 around home."
 
 They turned to leave.  "Please don't leave me" Jared
 pleaded.  "I was just mad, I didn't really mean it.  I'll
 earn all the pledge cards, I promise.  PLEASE DON'T LEAVE
 ME!"
 
 Lisa turned back to him.  "You had better keep your
 promises.  We will pick on you constantly, at home, at
 school, and at play if you refuse to follow just one
 instruction.  You were warned about this before; this is
 just a reminder for you.  Think about that while you're
 here."
 
 Jared cried for a while after they left.  He began to shiver
 so bad he thought his hands would slip off the tree.
 Finally the sun broke through the trees and began to warm
 him.  He had no sense of time except for the movement of the
 shadows.  He was now in full sunlight, and could feel it
 burning the areas normally protected by clothing.  His
 wrists were beginning to tire from holding the trees.
 
 Finally he heard a noise and three boys, ranging in age from
 7 or so to about 10 came into the clearing.  "Wow, look at
 this" they yelled as soon as they spotted Jared.
 
 "Please help me, cut the fishing line" begged Jared.  The
 boys traced the fishing line from the trees to his balls,
 and bent over to look close.  "Aww, man, look at this; he's
 got hooks in his balls" said one of the boys.
 
 "It says to tickle him" said a boy from behind him and
 before Jared could yell no they all poked at him until they
 saw the true nature of the trap.
 
 "Stop, wait a second," said the oldest boy, "Look at how the
 fishing line is tied in the trees.  If he lets go, it will
 rip his balls apart."
 
 "That's right, so please take the knife and cut the line"
 Jared begged.
 
 The littlest one reached for the knife, but the older one
 stopped him.  "Wait a second, what if whoever did this to
 him doesn't want him free?  Maybe if you cut that line
 they'll put a hook in your balls and string you up too."
 The youngest boy covered his balls and stopped reaching for
 the knife.
 
 "Let's go get Roger; he'll know what to do."
 
 Before Jared could stop them, they ran off.  But they were
 only gone for what seemed like about 20 minutes before they
 were back, this time with a boy about Jared's age.  Jared
 looked close, and then realized the boy was in his gym
 class.
 
 "Well, look at this, its boner boy" he said, checking out
 the hooks and line.  "Looks like somebody caught a strange
 looking fish."  He pulled slightly on one of the trees and
 laughed as Jared tried to hold back as the hook stretched
 his sack.
 
 "I'll bet you sure would like to be free of this.  I can see
 your wrists shaking, you can't hold on too much longer I'll
 bet.  Pull up some ground boys, let's wait and watch the
 show.  I want to see what happens when he lets go."  He sat
 down, and the other three boys joined him.
 
 "Please Roger, cut me loose."
 
 "I don't know, like Mike here says, maybe if I cut you free
 somebody will do the same thing to me.  It isn't worth the
 risk."
 
 "They're gone, the ones who did it.  Nobody is going to get
 you.  Please, Roger, let me out of this."
 
 Roger whispered something to Mike, and he went running off.
 "I'll give you a five minute break, but that's all for right
 now" Roger said, and he got up and had the other two boys
 help him.  They took the strain off Jared's arms, and he was
 able at last to rest them.  The five minutes passed quickly,
 and Roger told him to grab them again.
 
 After a few more minutes, Mike came back with a digital
 camera, and Roger started taking pictures.  "These sure
 would look good in the locker room in gym" he said.
 
 "What do you want from me Roger?" Jared asked.
 
 Roger considered the question for a minute.  "How about for
 starters, you forget to bring your gym clothes to school
 both days next week."
 
 "But the teacher said he would make us participate in our
 underpants" Jared said, and the other boys laughed.
 
 "That's right, and on those days, you will be wearing a pair
 of Mike's underpants.  I'll bring you a couple of pair on
 Monday."
 
 "Okay, I'll do it.  Now can you cut me loose?"
 
 "Well, there is one more thing.  You like to take a dare, or
 so I heard in gym class Thursday.  I'm going to bet you that
 the lock from the locker room to the hall can't be opened
 without a key, and you're going to bet it can be done with a
 small piece of plastic.  I'm going to dare you to go out the
 door and prove it.  Of course, you'll be naked when you do.
 Who knows, maybe you really can open the door without a
 key."
 
 "You won't let me back in, will you" Jared said as the
 younger boys laughed again.
 
 "I'll think about it.  Do you want me to cut the line or
 not?"
 
 "Cut the line please" was all he could say.
 
 Roger told the boys to grab the trees and then told Jared to
 put his arms behind his back.  Jared knew what was coming,
 and wasn't surprised when the handcuff closed around his
 free wrist.  Roger then used the knife to cut the fishing
 line, cutting it off as close to the tree as he could.  He
 didn't untie the ropes binding Jared's ankles to the same
 trees.
 
 "A deal's a deal; I cut the line just like you asked.  Don't
 forget your part of the deal though or the pictures will
 start showing up everywhere."
 
 "Please Roger, finish untying me, don't leave me here like
 this" Jared pleaded again.
 
 "No, I think I've got you as close to free as I care to.
 Maybe you can cut a deal with these guys."  Without another
 word, Roger turned and left.
 
 Jared started at the three remaining boys, wondering what
 they were thinking.  His question was soon answered as Mike,
 the oldest, told the other two to take up the ends of the
 fishing line.  "Walk out to the sides, and hold them so they
 are tight, but not enough to hurt him."
 
 When both boys were positioned, he ordered Jared down to his
 knees and unzipped his pants.  "If I yell out, I want you
 guys to pull on the lines as hard as you can."
 
 "What are you going to do Mike?" asked the youngest one.
 
 "Don't worry about it, just do like I told you."  He stepped
 up close to Jared and pulled his flaccid penis out of his
 underwear.  "Put it in your mouth.  If you bite me, I'll
 have them rip your balls off."
 
 Jared worked around the front of the kid's pants until he
 was finally able to get his lips around the boy's penis.
 Only an inch or so stuck out past his pants, so all he could
 do was hold his lips right behind the glans.  He figured the
 kid didn't know what to do, and he wasn't going to help, so
 he did exactly as ordered; Mike's penis was in his mouth.
 
 After a few seconds Mike said "This isn't working.  Try
 blowing on it."  So Jared let it drop out of his mouth and
 began to blow on it like it was a candle he was trying to
 put out.
 
 "Are you going to pee in his mouth Mike?" the youngest one
 asked.  He still had hold of the fishing line, but he had
 moved next to Jared so he could see what was happening.
 
 Mike jumped up, pushing his penis back inside his pants.
 His face turned bright red.  "What are you doing up here
 when I told you to stand back there?"
 
 "I was just trying to see what you were doing.  Can I pee in
 his mouth too?"
 
 "No, that's gross.  I wasn't peeing, I was, uh, I was doing
 something else.  But now I'm done, okay?  But you are not
 going to pee in his mouth."
 
 The middle aged boy had dropped the fishing line he was
 holding.  "Were you making him suck your weenie Mike?  I
 want to try that too."
 
 Mike suddenly realized he had another option.  "You guys get
 back in place and do what I told you.  And this time, stay
 there until I say you can move."
 
 The middle boy didn't move.  "You can't order me around like
 you can Glen.  You don't even know how to do it.  You have
 to get your weenie hard first.  Watch me."  He began to
 unfasten his pants.
 
 "What makes you think you're such an expert?  It doesn't
 matter if you're hard or not, what difference could that
 make?"
 
 The youngest boy, Glen, had moved back to watch, and even
 Mike was staring at the other boy as he dropped his pants
 and began to pull down his boxers.
 
 "Some kids were talking about it when I was at youth camp
 last summer.  They told me it feels really good, like
 playing with yourself, only better."  He stepped out of his
 boxers, unashamed at displaying his erection to his friends.
 He stepped up to Jared and pushed it against Jared's lips.
 "Open up and suck on it."
 
 Knowing the pain they could inflict on him if he refused,
 Jared opened up, taking the boy's entire 3 inches into his
 mouth.  Locking his lips around the shaft, he drew in his
 breath while using his tongue to tickle the head.  But he
 didn't slide his lips along the shaft, he was going to wait
 until one of them discovered that was necessary too.
 
 "Oh, yeah, that does feel good.  It kind of tickles" the boy
 said, squirming as Jared's tongue worked around the bottom.
 After a few seconds he pulled out of Jared's mouth.  "It
 feels good, you try it" he said to Mike.
 
 "Uh, I guess I don't feel like it right now.  Maybe later."
 Mike was clearly embarrassed.
 
 "You're afraid we'll see your tiny dick!" the middle boy
 said, laughing.
 
 Glen had already dropped his pants and was taking off his
 briefs.  "I don't care if you see mine.  I want to feel
 funny too."
 
 Mike grabbed him, pulling his briefs back up.  "No you
 don't, not out here.  You don't take your clothes off
 outside.  Come on, put your pants back on, we're going home.
 
 Glen complained, but complied with his brother.  As they
 were leaving, Mike looked back at the remaining boy.  "Are
 you coming with us, or are you going to stand out here naked
 all day hoping someone comes and ties you up by your balls
 too?"
 
 The boy shrugged his shoulders, and then put his boxers and
 shorts back on to join Mike and Glen.
 
 "Hey, what about me, can't you untie my ankles, please?"
 Jared yelled to them.  Mike turned around and said "sucks to
 be you today, doesn't it" and then they were gone.
 
 Jared tried leaning back as far as he could, but his legs
 were spread just far enough that he couldn't get his
 handcuffed hands on either knot.  He looked around for the
 knife, spotting it near where the fishing line had been tied
 to the tree on the right.  Roger must have dropped it as
 soon as he was done with it.  But no matter how hard he
 tried, Jared could not reach it, his left leg pulled up
 tight when he was still several feet from the spot.  He was
 stuck here until someone else came along.