The Outsider Chapter 7

The Outsider Chapter 7
by Aldric

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The next day was Thursday and that meant sixth grade gym class. So I was going to have to put up with Chuck Decker again—and the gym teacher from hell. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I hadn't thought to find out who Danielle's little brother was, so I didn't know which gym class I needed to get a boner in. That meant I would have to pop wood in today's class at least. With my luck I'd find out her brother was in seventh grade and I'd have to do it again tomorrow.

I moved to the back of the lockers, although I don't know why since it hadn't helped on Monday. I planned to keep everything in the locker until I needed it but it didn't work out that way. I took my shirt off and hung it on the hook in the locker. Before I could get my gym shirt out of my gym bag Decker grabbed me and pushed me away from my locker and into the center of the room.

"Let us see your might mouse," he said. Knowing I had to comply I pulled my pants down. Chuck held out his hand to me and I removed my shoes and then removed my pants and handed them to him. He handed my shoes and pants to someone behind me. I hoped I'd see them again by the end of class.

I was now standing before the rest of the class wearing nothing but my tiny mighty mouse underpants and a pair of black socks and I was doing all I could to ignore the laughter from the other boys in the class.

"Boy, that's really cute; your mother must be very proud of you. But before you can dress for gym you have to remove the rest of your street clothes," Decker said.

Without pausing I pulled my socks off and then the briefs. I tried to hand them to him but he told me to just toss them behind me.

"Now for a little test," Decker said. Someone behind me pulled a piece of cloth over my eyes and tied it off behind my head. I fought the impulse to pull it off.

"Now you can dress for gym. The only rule is that once you pull something out to put on you have to wear it and you can't take it off again. You have to be dressed and ready by the time Kuntz blows his whistle and calls us out onto the floor. Here's you gym bag." I heard them drop my bag on the floor in front of me—or at least a gym bag; without being able to see I really had no idea if it was mine or not.

Reaching inside I found my jock strap. I pulled it out by the two straps that go in the back so I was able to pull it on. However, as soon as I pulled the pouch up over my balls sharp objects inside started poking me. I started to pull them back down but Decker stopped me. "Remember the rules, once you put it on you wear it," he said.

I could see already that it was going to be a long and painful gym class. I searched in my bag for my shirt and found it. Pulling it on was difficult however since it was too small. I did finally get it over my head but it only came down to my belly button. My gym shorts were no better; they were okay in the waist but I could tell they were very, very short.

The only things left were socks and shoes. Nothing seemed abnormal about them as I put them on. I could hear the rest of the boys trying to hold back their laughter.

Once I stood up Decker told me, "That's good; now just stand there while the rest of us get dressed. We'll take the cloth off when Kuntz calls us."

I stood there and listened to the sound of other boys changing. Locker doors slammed closed and the noise level went up until the locker room door opened and the gym teacher, Mr. Kuntz, blew his whistle. The cloth was removed from my face.

"Okay girls, get your butts out here," Mr. Kuntz yelled. I looked down and saw with horror that I was dressed in a girl's gym outfit—pink blouse and orange shorts. As an added attraction I had one pink and one green sock and bright red shoes. I took a quick peek inside the pouch on the jock strap and saw it was filled with broken egg shells.

"I heard you finally came out of the closet so it's nice to see you dressed appropriately," Decker said to me as he ran past on his way to the gym. I followed reluctantly, wondering what Mr. Kuntz's reaction would be.

I didn't have to wait long. He glared at me as I ran past but didn't say anything at first. As I lined up with the other boys he stood in front and said "One of us doesn't look like the others. Can anyone tell me who the oddball is?"

"It looks like its Peter Coutier, Mr. Kuntz," Decker said.

"And what is different about him?"

"Well, just about everything. He's smaller, weaker, less developed, and, oh yeah, he's dressed like a fag!" Chuck said. He got a good laugh from the class, but not from Kuntz.

"That is unnecessary! Everyone! Down on the deck; pushup position." He made the whole class do twenty pushups.

Mr. Coutier, front and center," he shouted to me. I stepped out of line and approached him.

"Is this supposed to be a fashion statement?"

"No sir, it was just meant as a joke," I answered.

"A joke, huh? You think my class is a joke?"

"No sir, I mean the joke was on me, you know, to get kids to laugh at me. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"How could you possible come into my class dressed like that and think I would approve. Now the joke really will be on you. Take off everything that isn't appropriate for this class."

I quickly stripped off the shoes and socks, followed by the shorts and finally the shirt, leaving me in nothing but my jock strap.

"At least nobody 'stole' your athletic supporter today," Kuntz said, referring to the events from Monday. "Now I'm going to teach you a little respect. You are going to go out on the track field and run laps until I call you back in. If I look out there and don't see you running then you and Mr. Darcy will have another meeting in his office. Get going—and leave the door open behind you."

I ran to the door that led from the gym to the track, knowing that anyone looking outside a window on this side of the building would see me running laps in just a jock. I hoped that with classes in session that few people would be looking but as I got outside I saw that it wouldn't matter because the girl's gym class was outside playing soccer on the field inside the track. Then I noticed that just to make it worse, this was the class my sister was in.

The egg shells were constantly poking me in the balls and my dick. I wanted so much to remove them but doing so would mean exposing myself to the girls. And, I was sure that Decker wouldn't be happy with me. So I ran with the pain and discomfort and the laughter of thirty eleven and twelve year old girls ringing in my ears until the end of class.

The rest of the class was already in the locker room, but Kuntz had a warning for me before he let me go. "Next time you will be dressed appropriately, and there won't be any jokes. I won't be easy on you anymore," he said.

When I entered the locker room most of the class was already in the showers. At least today they didn't seem to be picking on the other outsiders. I went to remove the jockstrap hoping for some relief from the discomfort but one of Decker's goonies stopped me. I was allowed to take a shower but I had to keep the jockstrap on.

As I dried off after showering, the class gathered around me again. "We've got something to help fill out that pouch a little, make it look like you've got something down there," Decker said.

He produced a raw egg from his locker and pushed it inside my jock so that it was positioned between my balls and my dick.

"Now break it," he said to me. "Break it or I will," he said when I didn't move fast enough for him.

I pressed on the bulge and squeezed it, trying to keep it from crushing my balls. Finally the egg broke open, spilling the cold insides into the pouch. The added sections of the shell added to my total discomfort as the egg slowly oozed out along the edges of the pouch.

"Now you can get dressed," Decker said. I went to my locker, too ashamed to look anyone in the eyes. I was surprised to find my gym bag and my clothes in the locker. Well, most of my clothes—the mighty mouse underwear was missing.

Somehow I endured the rest of the day. The egg was drying out and felt horrible, but not as bad as the egg shells that were constantly poking me. But I still had one deed to get through today—I had to visit the boy's bathroom again before I left school.

I entered the one closest to the exit doors and was surprised to find it empty. I decided to quickly clean up the dried egg and get some of the shells out and get out before anybody came in, and nearly made it. I was just heading out the door when a couple of sixth graders headed in. I started to push past them, but then thought better of it. One thing I was sure of was that if I tried to get away and failed it would be a lot worse.

"Boy, you sure don't learn very quickly." "You know the price for using the bathroom, so hand them over."

Since I didn't have my underpants I had no choice but to take off my street pants and hand them to him. One of the other boys was already getting the duct tape from where it was hidden. They gawked at the stains from my jockstrap and one boy even pulled it out to look inside.

"This is really gross," he said, showing his friend. "And the worst part is that you have some hair but a tiny dick. I think you need to shave the hair off until you have a big enough dick to go along with it, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll shave them off," I told him.

"Just to be sure you do, I want you to come here tomorrow morning as soon as the busses arrive and show me. You're to have no hair from your head to your feet. Now let's get the rest of the punishment started."

Just as they started to tape up my fingers, Chuck Decker walked in with two of his friends. "You guys caught him using the bathroom, huh? What do you plan to do with him?"

The kid who was taping my hands had stopped and took a step away. Even though he and Decker were in the same grade, Decker had been held back two years, and was a lot bigger. "I don't know for sure. I guess just drop his pants outside the door again" he said.

"Will you sell him to us for a dollar apiece?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"And how about another dollar for his pants?"

"Yeah, that fine" the boy said, handing my pants over to Chuck.

Chuck dug through my pockets until he came up with my wallet. Opening it up, he pulled out four dollar bills and handed them over. "Pete here doesn't mind paying you off, do you Pete?"

Hoping to get off easy, I answered with a simple "No, I don't mind."

As soon as the boys took the money and left, Decker turned to me, and to my surprise he removed the tape from my hands. "I have a proposition for you, Coutier. You get your choice. I can either tape your hands behind your back and leave, or Tyler here will loan you his sweater until you come to get your pants back. Which do you want?"

"Where are you going to leave my pants?"

"Oh, I'm not going to leave them anywhere, they'll be with me--on the bus. But if you want the sweater, you have to agree to come with us and ride the bus home. So what's it to be, tape or sweater?"

Tyler was a lot taller then me, so his sweater would come down almost to my knees. My own shirt barely covered my groin. And my sister had already told me I had to take the bus home anyway. "I'll take the sweater" I mumbled.

"Good choice, Coutier. Tyler, give him your sweater." Tyler pulled the sweater over his head and handed it to me.

"You smell like an egg sandwich," Decker said. "Take those off and clean yourself before you leave."

I peeled off the jockstrap and headed towards the sinks. "We'll see you on the bus" said Decker. "You better hurry because you wouldn't want to be late and miss it." He picked up my jockstrap and my book bag and left. I hurried to wash my groin as fast as I could before somebody else came in.

The sweater did indeed come to just above my knees. However, with a green sweater, black socks, and black dress shoes, everyone would likely guess that I had nothing on under the sweater.

To add to my horror, as I quickly walked to the bus, my dick started to rise. By the time I climbed the steps there was a noticeable bulge. Hoping for the best, I took a seat right behind the driver, but Scott had boarded the bus right behind me. "Only the nerds sit up here, come on to the back with us."

He didn't give a choice, but instead grabbed hold of my arm and propelled me down the aisle to the back of the bus. My sister and my cousin Ginny smiled as I passed them. I was led to the back seat next to the window, surrounded by Decker and his friends. At least Decker really did have my pants.

"Nice of you to join us" he said. "Tyler wants his sweater back, he's afraid he'll catch cold without it."

I took off the sweater and handed it over.

"You'd better give him your shirt too, just in case it gets real cold back here."

Knowing I didn't have a choice, I unbuttoned my shirt and handed that over as well. That left me naked except for shoes and socks. My dick was sticking straight up, poking me in the stomach.

Decker reached under the seat and pulled up my green back pack with the Pikeland Academy emblem on the back. He pulled out my tee shirt from gym and handed it to me, then began putting all the rest of my clothes into the pack. When he was done, he took a combination lock and locked it closed.

I put the tee shirt on while he finished. "Yep, it looks like a good solid bag and I'm sure that you'd hate to lose it." He handed it to me and said "Put it on."

I slipped my arms through the straps and sat back down, waiting for him to continue.

"That lock needs three numbers to open. You do three things, and I'll give you the combination. Easy as pie, right?"

I sat silently, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm glad to see you're already hard, that saves a lot of time. To get the first number, you need to rub your dick until we get off the bus. Go ahead, start now."

While everyone in the seats around us turned to watch, I began jacking off.

"Go easy now, because to get the third number, you can only cum when I tell you. If you cum before I say to, you won't get the last number."

I slowed down on the rubbing. "And the middle number, what do I have to do for that one?"

"That ones easy—you just get off the bus when we do. So stay hard, exit when you when we get off, and cum on command. Nothing to it, is there?"

Easy for him to say, I had some idea of what was to come. But I continued to rub my dick, just enough to keep it hard, but not enough to cum.

We were fifteen minutes into the ride when Chuck stood up and said "Let's go, here's our exit." His friends all gathered around me so that the driver wouldn't be able to see me as we got off. Not that they had to worry very much, he probably knew anyway.

As soon as we got off the bus Decker and his friends gathered around, along with all the other kids who got off at this stop. We were on a residential street about a mile from my aunt's house. A school bus from the elementary school had just let a large group of kids off a block away and many of them were heading here.

"Okay, you've done fine. Twenty and sixteen are the first two numbers. Now, for the third, shoot!"

As soon as he said that, they all stepped back, leaving me naked in front of all the kids. The hoops and hollering attracted the attention of other kids in the area. I began to stroke harder and faster, finally shooting.

"Twenty-five" shouted Decker as he and his friends ran off. I pulled the pack off my back and started on the lock. I fumbled on the first try and the elementary kids gathered around and started grabbing at me.

The second try opened the lock, and I grabbed my pants as quick as I could. With at least twenty kids laughing and poking at me, I finally got my pants back on. Leaving my shirt for later, I took off running for home.

Ginny and Cassie were waiting for me, and they weren't even trying to hold back their laughter. I figured this would be a good time to ask for a favor.

"I need a razor," I asked.

Cassie felt my face and said, "Dream on, you won't need to shave for a few years at least."

"Not my face," I said, suddenly embarrassed again.

"Then what else do you need to shave?" asked Ginny. Upon hearing the laughter, Scott came out to see how I was being humiliated this time.

"I have to shave my groin and my legs," I said, hating the smile that appeared on Scott's face.

"You have to, as in someone is making you do this?" Ginny asked.

I considered my answers and decided one the one least likely to cause me further problems. "No, nobody is making me, it's just that a sixth-grader suggested it because I would fit in better in his gym class and I've decided he's right."

"Well, in that case, come with me," Ginny said. She took me to the bathroom and gave me all of the necessary equipment, including a lotion to use after I shaved to get rid of the stubble.

"Come out and show us after you're done and we'll see how good a job you did," she said after giving me a few tips.

I carefully used the razor, getting a feel for it on the upper part of my abdomen. Once I had more control and confidence I moved on to where the hair was more noticeable. I saved trying to shave my balls until after I had shaved my legs.

Even though I hated going outside for another inspection, I knew I had to. Scott stopped me in the kitchen and made his own inspection, giving me a thumbs up. "Ask my sister if I can take you to Todd's house and show him," he told me as I headed outside for Ginny's and Cassie's inspection.

Nothing about this whole ordeal had been easy, and this was no exception. As I headed towards the swings I saw that Chuck Decker was with them. Even though he had seen me naked dozens of times, it was still unbearable to have to submit to a naked inspection by my sister and my cousin in front of another boy.

"What's the matter, couldn't you get the lock open?" he asks as soon as he saw me approaching. "Wait a minute, something about you looks different," he said as I got closer. "Did you get a haircut or something?"

All three of them laughed and I knew the girls had told him. I remained quiet and stood in front of Ginny waiting for her to finish.

"Wow, look at him; without the hair he looks like he's ten years old," my sister said. I could feel the blood rushing to my face again. But better there than rushing somewhere else.

Ginny ran her hand across my groin and balls. My dick twitched from the contact but I was far to embarrassed to get hard right then.

"You did a good job for a change," she said.

"You know, he even did a good job in school today," Decker said. "He's almost as smart now as any other outsider. I really think he's making some progress."

My heart lifted with those words, but my sister put me back on the ground.

"I don't think one day is enough time to make a judgment like that; we'll see how he does tomorrow. And he'll be tested again throughout the weekend."

That reminded me. "Scott wants to know if he can take me to Todd's house to show him."

No, tell Scott to invite Todd over here," Ginny said.

"And tell him and Todd they can play that game you enjoy if they want," my sister added. "You know which game I mean?"

I knew exactly what she meant. "Yes," is all that I said.

"What game do you enjoy playing with a couple of ten year- olds?" Decker asked. I couldn't believe he really didn't know, but his expression indicated he didn't.

"Tell him what game you like, and the reason why you like it," Ginny said.

"I like to suck their dicks because I'm queer," I said. I felt completely empty by this point and only the belief that my life might get back to normal made it possible to say stuff like that.

"Oh, I see," he said. He turned to Ginny and asked her, "Is that a good idea?"

"We control it, and it's only allowed to happen here," she said. That exchange showed that my belief that younger kids were prohibited from the initiations of outsiders was well founded and that Ginny was violating some kind of rule.

Ginny apparently saw something in Decker's expression that I had missed because she said to him, "His behavior was totally inappropriate. He even called Cassie an outsider, and in front of her friends too. It was a suitable punishment. As soon as we're convinced he's learned how to act in our town we'll put a stop to it."

If ever there was a time to go and tell somebody what was happening this was it, but I figured that getting Ginny in trouble wouldn't solve my individual problem. Besides, I could always decide to tell later. "I'm going to go tell Scott the good news," I said in a flat voice.

Scott greeted the news with joy and bounded out of the house to go and get Todd. When he came back we went up to his room where I took turns sucking them off until Ginny called us down for supper.

I got through rest of the night with nothing but some minor teasing. One thing that hung heavy on my mind as I tried to fall asleep was that first thing in the morning I was supposed to report to the boy's room for an inspection. I didn't believe it would be as simple as that.