The Outsider Chapter 8

The Outsider Chapter 8
by Aldric

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When the bus arrived at school, I reluctantly headed to what felt like my death. It was no surprise to me that the room was filled; there must have been 25 boys in there from all three grades.

The boy who had taken charge last time I was in here smiled at me as I came in.

"You're showed up; I figured you were going to chicken out."

"I'm here" I replied. "And I remember the price for being in here too." I took off my pants, getting a big roar of laughter as everyone saw the tiny might mouse underpants I still had to wear.

"Quiet!" the boy yelled. "We don't want any teachers in here." He turned back to me and said "Good, you remembered. We don't have a lot of time so let's get on with it. Take your shirt, shoes and socks off."

While I removed my clothing, he was getting the roll of duct tape down. When I was down to just the underpants, I held my hands out in front again as I had the first time.

"Not like that today—put em behind your back."

I turned, putting my arms behind me. He pushed my palms together and then taped them in place.

"Okay, before the inspection begins, we need something for the year book. I wasn't expecting you to be wearing your little boy undies, but I'm glad you decided to, it'll make a lot more interesting picture. Let's step out into the hall for this shot."

Everyone was grinning, everyone except me of course. I was pushed and dragged out into the hall. I saw several of the boys looking both ways before I was brought out, and for a moment I hoped they were making sure nobody was out there. But as they dragged me out, I saw several kids, both boys and girls, standing around. Then I realized they were just making sure no adults were out there.

"Stand up here against the lockers and smile."

Smiling was the last thing on my mind, but I knew that if I didn't they would notice and make it worse. One of the boys had a digital camera, and snapped three quick pictures of me standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a pair of mighty mouse underpants that were a few sizes too small. My privates were hanging out around the edges for anyone to see.

Someone said "take a few of him naked" but the kid in charge simply said "no" and that was the end of it. Once the boy with the camera was done, the leader said "now its time for your inspection."

I though he was going to pull my underpants down right there in the hall. "No, please, not here" I said.

"Of course not here. It'll be done in there" he said, pointing to the girl's rest room. Without another word, he pushed me through the outer door.

I stood for a second between the two doors. The doors opened out, so to get in I had to turn backwards and try and reach the handle to pull it open. I was just starting to pull it when the outer door opened and several of the girls who had been watching in the hall came in.

"Oh, here, allow us to help" one of them said. They were all giggling as they opened the door for me.

Inside there were two more girls, both in the eight grade from their size.

"A boy! What are you doing in here?" one of them asked.

With my face staring at the floor I mumbled an answer. "I need to get inspected."

"Inspected for what?"

"I need to be inspected to see if I'm hairless below my chin" I mumbled again.

"So let me understand this—you want me to inspect you to see if you have any pubic hair, is that right?"

Still not able to look her in the eye, I mumbled an answer.

"I can't hear you. Say what it is you want me to do. Say it clear, so that there isn't any misunderstanding about what you want."

"I want you to check my body to make sure I don't have any hair except on my head."

"How am I supposed to do that? You aren't being very clear."

I realized that I had to state my own destruction. "You need to pull down my underpants and inspect my groin." My pulse was racing because of what was about to happen, and my dick was starting to rise to the occasion.

"Okay, I just wanted to be sure you really wanted me to do this" she said as she reached out and slowly slid my underpants down. As soon as they cleared my dick, it rose up and stuck straight out. This brought a new round of giggles.

"Okay everyone, we need to make sure this boy here is hairless. Everyone come and help check. Look real close, and don't be afraid" she said as she rubbed her hand across my groin. "It feels smooth to me, how about you Karen?"

The girl named Karen ran her hand up from the base of my dick to my belly button. My dick pulsed as she touched me. "It feels fine there, but how about here?" she said as she lowered her hand to my balls.

Meanwhile, the first girl lifted my legs one at a time to get the underpants off my feet. While the first girl gently rubbed my balls, she held them up in front of my dick.

"How about that rod of his—is that smooth too?"

Karen began stroking my dick up and down while all the other girls got in as close as they could to watch. "It feels smooth, but I'd better make sure." It only took a few minutes before I shot. I don't shot much, but the first girl caught it all in my underwear.

"Well, he feels smooth to me, anyone else want to check?"

Immediately another girl moved in and stroked me back to an erection. The older girl gave her some advice on pressure and speed, and again I shot a load into the underpants.

The girls kept taking turns until finally, after the fourth time I'd climaxed, I was empty. The last few girls enjoyed themselves feeling me up.

"Well, I guess you pass the test, I didn't feel any hairs, but what should I do with this now?" asked the girl holding my now filled underpants.

"I've got an idea" she said. She grabbed my balls and began to squeeze until I cried out. As soon as I did she shoved the briefs in my mouth. Everyone laughed except me; I was busy trying to push them out with my tongue.

"Well, the show's over girls. And since boys don't belong in the girl's room, you need to leave." With that, they pushed me back out into the hall.

Some of the boys were still hanging around, and when I came out totally naked with my underpants in my mouth leaking my own cum down my chin, they all gave a quite cheer and began moving off. I didn't have a plan for getting my hands untapped, but the last time I saw my pants they were in the boy's room so I turned around and tried to pull the door open.

With my hands taped together behind my back, I could only get a small amount of pressure on the door handle. When it didn't open the first time, I tried scooting around to get more leverage. Then I realized that someone inside was holding it closed.

I was nearly ready to panic. I was naked in the hallway with my hands taped together behind my back. I couldn't go anywhere like this. I looked around at the few boys and one girl who were having a great time watching me and wanted to ask for some help but with my underwear stuffed in my mouth I was completely gagged.

Just then a boy up the hall whistled and another ran over to the door to the boy's room. "Teacher!" was all he said, but whoever was inside heard it. The door opened and I was pushed inside.

Roland, the boy who had been caught pushing me out into the hall on Monday was inside. "Get in a stall and stay quiet."

I entered the stall furthest from the door and Roland closed it and used a coin to latch it from the outside. I then heard him enter the stall next to me.

Moments later, the hallway door opened and a boy's voice said "All clear, he went on by."

Roland opened his stall door and said "Thanks for the warning. You want to do something to him?" Roland opened the stall door to let me out.

"Na, I've seen enough. He's all yours. But be careful or you'll get caught again." Once the boy who had been on guard duty left, I stood facing Roland.

"The girls took longer than I figured they would, and I don't want to get caught again so I guess you get off easy." Roland had climbed on a sink and reached up into the ceiling tiles. He dropped my clothes down, replaced the tile he had lifted, and jumped down. "If you want me to get the tape off your hands, you have to promise to do something I saw done to another outsider. Or if you don't want to promise, you are free to go whenever you want. So do you promise or not?"

I had no idea what he had planned, although I knew it didn't matter, I didn't have any real options. I tried to ask him through the gag what I was promising, but I could only grunt.

"I'm not touching your underpants. Just nod your head if you promise and I'll peel the tape off. But decide quickly before I head for my first class."

Knowing it was inevitable anyway, I nodded my head up and down.

"Good choice" he said as he immediately started removing the tape from my hands. "This afternoon we have an assembly. I want you to sit next to me. During the assembly, I'm going to ask for your underpants. When I do, you have one minute to hand them over. If you don't do it in one minute, then it's the same as refusing, and I'll tell everyone in school."

The last of the tape was removed and I quickly pulled the underpants out of my mouth. Roland was already heading out the door, but suddenly turned around and came back in. "By the way, I see you are in a bathroom again—you know you aren't allowed to be in here." He kicked my underpants towards the door. "I'll take these as your forfeit. Whatever it takes for you to get these back isn't my concern. You'd better be wearing them when I see you in assembly." He kicked the mighty mouse underpants out the door as he left.

I rushed to get dressed before someone else came in and hit me for being in a bathroom again. And once I was in the hall I found that by some miracle nobody had noticed the underpants. I grabbed them, hoping I wouldn't lose them in seventh grade gym class.

I managed to make it to homeroom without any problems. I was getting better at predicting the movements of the adults in the school, and as long as they were around I was safe from further humiliations.

The first announcement was that sixth period classes were canceled and in their place would be a school-wide assembly for honors awards.

When the first period ended, I followed my homeroom teacher as she walked down the hallway towards the gym locker room. This was going to be the real test because this was one place where I couldn't stay near adults.

I was surprised that I only endured some general kidding in the locker room. I nearly forgot that I had never found out what grade Danielle's little brother was in, so I couldn't take a chance it wasn't this class. That meant I had to get an erection.

Oddly enough, even that went unnoticed. In fact, about a third of the boys in class also had boners, something I had never noticed before.

The rest of the day passed by with me getting more and more nervous about what Roland would do to me. When sixth period finally arrived I headed for the auditorium.

I quickly spotted Roland waiting for me and he lead me to seats in the center of the auditorium.

Once everyone was inside and seated, the lights dimmed and the principal had everyone welcome the student inductees to the school's honor society. Twelve kids, eight girls and four boys, came on stage. The principal introduced each one and read some of their achievements. When he got to the last one, a girl named Debbie, he invited her up to the microphone.

Debbie took over, describing what it takes to get nominated, and what selection means. See was just a few seconds into her speech when Roland said "Now. You have one minute."

At first I barely understood, and then I remembered his warning not to exceed the minute. I kicked off my shoes, and then hesitated for a moment.

Here I was, seated in the middle of about 400 kids, about to take off my pants and underpants. I looked around and saw a few kids looking at me, and knew they had been told what was going to happen. Then I looked up on stage and saw that Debbie was looking right at me. I knew that something was up.

"You have thirty seconds left" Roland said, looking at his watch.

Knowing I couldn't put this off, I undid my belt and slid my pants down. It was a little difficult getting them off in the small room between the seats. The girls who were seated in front of me turned around to see why I kept bumping the back of their chairs.

"You only have ten seconds left" Roland said. "You know what happens if your late." He began counting down from ten.

I quickly grabbed my boxers and got them off as fast as I could. I dropped them in Roland's lap just as he said "zero."

In my haste meet Roland's time count; I didn't see that someone grabbed my pants. Feeling like everyone in the auditorium was looking at me, I frantically searched for them.

Just then, I heard Debbie say that it was customary to invite any new students to come up on stage so that their classmates could meet them. With that she said "So will Cassie and Pete Coutier please come up on stage?"

I was stunned. I knew I had been set up. Now I was naked from the waist down while being called up on stage. I froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my sister making her way forward.

"Come on, Pete, don't be shy. I know you're out there somewhere" Debbie said. I looked up and she was staring right at me. I realized that she knew where I would be and that the whole thing had been timed. That was why Roland had a stopwatch on me, not because he would count it as a refusal, but to make sure I would be naked just as I was called out in front of the entire school.

As Principal Darcy started across the stage to help look for me, Roland handed me a pair of gym shorts. "Here, you can borrow these. But I'll want them back later."

I pulled them on just as Mr. Darcy pointed to me and called me to come up. My dick was getting hard, and made a tent out of the thin fabric of the gym shorts.

As I approached the stage, I saw Mr. Darcy's jaw drop.

"What is the meaning of this!" he shouted at me. "We're having a nice ceremony here and you choose this time to embarrass all these fine people?"

I felt like telling him that it was I who was embarrassed, not them, but once again, I knew that would only make it worse. I could see by the smile on her face that my sister, who was already on the stage, was enjoying this.

Then my gym teacher, Mr. Krutz, came over and pulled me up on stage by my ear. "Aren't you the same boy I had trouble with just yesterday?" he asked as he pulled me up to the podium.

"Yes" I said as quietly as I could, but the microphone picked it up so that my answer boomed through the auditorium.

"Stay right here, and don't move" Mr. Krutz said, leaving me facing the back of the podium while the entire school looked on. Mr. Krutz and Mr. Darcy held a short conference, and then Krutz quickly left the auditorium.

Darcy walked up to the podium. "Boys and girls, I am really sorry to have to interrupt your assembly like this, but some students just have to go out of their way to cause problems. Even when approved by a parent, I normally avoid the administration of corporal punishment in public, but Mr. Krutz has convinced me that this time it is warranted."

I gulped, loud enough that it could be heard over the principal's discussion. I was going to be spanked in front of the entire school.

Then Krutz came back into the auditorium holding a cane. I immediately recognized it as the one Darcy had used on me two days ago, and how much it hurt. "Please, sir, not with that" I begged. Again, the microphone picked up my words so that everyone heard them.

"Stand over here, and spread your arms and legs" he said, pointing next to the podium. "If you move, I'll have to go and get the stocks you needed the last time. Do you want that?"

"No, I don't" I said, again my words echoing through the auditorium. "But does it have to be with that cane?"

"If I hear another word from you for any reason except to answer a question, I'll lower your shorts and paddle you through your underpants. You are wearing underpants today, aren't you?"

Knowing that lying was going to make it a lot worse, I whispered "no sir, I'm not."

"I can't hear you, Coutier, speak up."

"No sir, I'm not wearing any underwear today" I answered, this time loud enough for the microphone to broadcast my answer.

"This is just too much! After the other day I'd have thought you would have learned how to behave in this school. I guess we'll have to make your education severe enough for you to remember it in the future."

With this, he pulled the gym shorts down to my ankles. The students in the auditorium erupted with a cheer as my back side was exposed to them. But my thoughts were on my sister and the other twelve kids on the stage—my front side was on display for them. Debbie especially was smiling brightly at the show.

Without a word of warning, Mr. Darcy swung the cane, connecting right across the middle of my backside. The pain was far worse then last time, and I took a step forward before I realized that placed me closer to the girls on the stage.

"Don't move, or I'll send someone for the neck brace" Mr. Darcy said. Again without warning, he hit me again.

Tears immediately began to run down my cheeks, and only the thought that he might turn me around and display my front side to the entire class enabled me to keep my arms straight out to the sides.

"That was better. You're half way through already" he said, hitting me for the third time.

Once again, I only barely was able to keep my arms up. Somehow I endured the last three strokes of the cane.

"Now, Mr. Coutier, pull your shorts up. I guess the student body knows who you are by now, so you can return to your seat. But you had better be properly dressed the rest of the time you are in this school, do you understand?"

I understood all right. I pulled up the shorts and quickly made my way back to my seat next to Roland. As I made my way down through to the center of the row, several people took the opportunity to pinch my butt, bring fresh tears to my eyes.

My pants were folded across the seat when I got back to my chair. "That was too cool" Roland said. "But I want my shorts back now; I'll need them for gym tomorrow."

I realized that I was going to have to expose myself one more time. This time I sat on my pants to make sure they wouldn't be taken as soon as I gave up the shorts. Just as I handed the shorts to Roland, the assembly broke up, and everyone rose and started making their way to the exits.

I hurried as fast as I could to get my pants on, but I couldn't get my first leg through. I tried the other leg, but it wouldn't come out either. I took the pants off while people filed past laughing at me and examined the cuffs.

While I was up on stage, someone had been busy. Both cuffs had been sewn shut. It only took a few seconds to pull the wide-spaced threads apart, but it was more seconds that I had to spend in total humiliation.

But when I tried to zip my pants up, I realized what else had been done. The bottom teeth on the zipper were torn and crushed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the zipper started.

That meant I had to go home with my pants unzipped and without any underpants. I decided to skip the bus and walk. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice I wasn't alone.