Undies for Sale Parts 1-3 (nc, spanking, masturbation, femdom)
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 Part 1: Eighth Grade
 
 Eighth grade, the first time I've been the boss around
 anything.  Next year I change schools and go to high school,
 and I start over again at the bottom, but until then I've
 got this year to enjoy.  Now, instead of having to do
 whatever the big kids tell you to do (or suffer the
 consequences), I'm the big kid.  All the little kids walk
 the halls in fear of me and the other members of my class.
 I'm on the top.
 
 All this was going thorough my mind as I looked through my
 backpack.  I was spending the night at Tim's house tonight,
 and I was positive I had a pair of clean underwear hidden in
 the bottom.  Everything else was there, just the underpants
 were missing.  I was worried about it, because when I packed
 this morning before school, it was the only ones left that
 didn't have my initials printed on the waist band.  All the
 others were used at summer camp last summer.  If someone had
 them, then it wouldn't take long before they would be flying
 from the flagpole.  That would be about the most
 embarrassing thing someone could do to an eighth grader.
 The last time a pair of my underpants flew from the pole was
 when I was in sixth grade.  A little different then about
 thirty seconds before they went up the pole I had been
 wearing them.  And the eighth graders who were raising them
 had my shorts too.  I had to stand there and salute my
 underwear until they reached the top of the pole and the
 ropes were tied off before they would give me back my
 shorts.  I remember standing at attention in more ways than
 one.
 
 But most likely I just forgot to put them in the pack this
 morning.  They were probably still lying on my bed.  Still,
 it could be a minor problem as Tim and I and Mike, who was
 also coming over, stripped down to our underwear for a while
 before bed and talked and stuff, and you wanted to be sure
 and have a clean pair so that no piss stains or racing
 strips showed.  I decided that I would stop at the boys'
 room and make sure the pair I was wearing was clean enough.
 
 Inside a stall, I inspected them.  A little yellow spot in
 the front, okay in the back.  I could try and get by, or I
 could take a pair from Tim's room when nobody's looking and
 change into those.  He and I are about the same size.  That
 decided, I pulled up and left, making sure before I walked
 out that I had zippered my fly.  Walking around with your
 fly unzipped marked you as a target, even if you were an
 eighth grader.  If you were lucky, someone would only ask
 you about barn doors and horses or some such thing.  If you
 were having a bad day, two or three boys would hold your
 arms behind you while someone pulled your underpants open
 and exposed your dick.
 
 As I left the school and headed for the bike rack, I saw a
 bunch of girls hanging around.  They acted like they were
 waiting for me, and never wanting to pass up a chance to
 score some points with the girls, I hurried over to them.
 
 "Come out to the field with us Jon" asked Traci, one of the
 cutest girls in my class.
 
 I looked at my watch.  I was supposed to meet up with Mike
 at 3:30 and we were going to ride to Tim's house together.
 I had a couple of minutes to spare.  "What's up?  I only
 have a few minutes.  What's going on in the woods?"
 
 "You can help us ea, earn, er . . " began Crystal.  She was
 choking on her words.  Another girl helped out.  "We just
 need your help for a few minutes.  It won't take long.  It's
 too embarrassing to talk about here.  Please just come out
 to the woods with us for a minute that's all it will take."
 
 Too embarrassing to talk about, huh?  Okay, I was hooked.  I
 followed the five girls across the soccer field and into the
 woods.  We had only gone past a few trees when one of the
 girls gently kicked me in the back of my knees, causing me
 to fall over backward.  I landed on the ground with a thud,
 but before I could move, two of the girls sat on my chest.
 I could feel someone untying my shoelaces while another hand
 was undoing my belt.
 
 "What're you doing?" I yelled.  "Come on, let me up."  One
 shoe slipped off, and cold hands were reaching inside the
 top of my pants trying to unsnap my jeans.  I tried to bat
 one of the girls on top of me with my arms, but I had no
 leverage.  I tried to roll sideways, but they used fingers
 in my armpits to tickle me into submission.  The other shoe
 came off, and I could feel my zipper going down.  My dick
 had risen to full attention, and I could feel the hand
 lowering my zipper slide across it.
 
 "Oh, his thing is right there!" said Traci.  To emphasize
 her point, she grabbed it through my underpants.  Meanwhile,
 one of the girls sitting on top of me began to unbutton my
 shirt.
 
 "Hey, cut it out!  Please don't do this, I've never done
 anything to you girls."  No luck, my jeans were now being
 pulled down past my knees.
 
 "Oh be quiet.  It's not what you think, we just need
 something.  Then we'll let you go.  It'll only take a
 minute, just like we said."
 
 My jeans came off, and down went my briefs.  All the girls
 gave a little scream as soon as I was exposed.  I could feel
 my dick jerking in time with my pulse.  This was something
 that should be happening to the little kids, not to me.
 "Hey, come on, I'm an eighth grader.  Can't you do this to a
 little kid?"
 
 As soon as my underwear cleared my ankles, they all jumped
 off me.  I immediately started to stand up, which is what
 they expected, as they then took my shirt, leaving me naked
 except for my socks.  The first girls were already running
 across the soccer field, the girls with my shirt headed off
 at an angle.
 
 "We don't want you to chase us.  Your clothes are up in that
 tree.  By the time you get them, we'll be gone.  And thanks,
 you've really helped us."  I looked in the tree Crystal had
 pointed to, and could see my shoes and pants hanging from a
 branch.  Another girl dropped my shirt in the middle of the
 soccer field.
 
 I actually started to run after them anyway, but as soon as
 I reached the edge of the trees I stopped and remembered
 that I was totally naked. "Damn" I thought.  "Just when
 things were going so well, I get stripped by girls!  How am
 I ever going to live this down?"
 
 I walked back to the tree.  My pants were just beyond reach,
 but my shoes came down easily.  I needed to put them on in
 order to climb the tree to get my pants.  Good thing I could
 climb trees, I don't know what I would have done otherwise.
 I decided I had better get a move on, this area was used by
 a lot of kids, and eighth grader or not, if I got caught out
 here with my pants up a tree, I'd be playing hide-and-seek
 for them until after dark.
 
 
 Part 2: Tom and Kurt
 
 It took five minutes to get out to the branch that held my
 pants.  A sharp stick poked me in the balls, but didn't tear
 the skin, thank God.  Finally I got them down.  I looked all
 around for my underpants, but couldn't find them.  Again, I
 though about being found out here without pants, and started
 pulling my jeans on over my shoes.  I wasted more time
 struggling with them; finally I realized that I wasn't going
 to get them on over my shoes.  But now I couldn't get them
 back off over my shoes either.
 
 As I sat back down on the ground to work at getting them
 off, a stick poked my bottom.  I jumped back up swearing at
 it.
 
 "What're you doing out here without your pants on?  Did the
 big kids take them?  They did that to me out here once and
 threw them up in a tree."
 
 I knew I had been taking too long.  I looked around and saw
 a boy that I guessed was about 11 years old.  "Ya, the big
 kids did it to me, and now I've got them stuck over my
 shoes.  Help me pull them off, okay?"
 
 He bent over and grabbed the bottom of my jeans and began
 pulling as hard as he could.  "How come your thing is hard?"
 
 I had forgotten about that.  Before I could think up a
 suitable answer, I heard another voice.  This one I
 recognized, and knew I now had a new problem.  "Run!" I said
 to the kid who had been helping me.
 
 He stood and ran, but only got four steps before one of
 Kurt's friends grabbed him.  Kurt Rasner had been my
 tormentor since we were in fourth grade.  He had been set
 back twice, so he was 11 then and I was 9.  Now we were both
 eighth graders, but he was 15 to my 13, and much bigger than
 me.
 
 "Well, well, things are really getting bad when sixth
 graders are depantsing eighth graders.  Jack, help him off
 with those jeans."
 
 I stood up ready to defend myself, but tripped over the
 jeans that were still bound up with my shoes and fell flat
 on my face.  My ankles were raised and I slid about 2 feet
 across the ground on my balls before my jeans finally came
 free of my shoes.  Before I could get up, by shoes were
 pulled off too, and then, just for good measure, my socks as
 well.  Now I really was completely naked.  At least my fear
 of Kurt had caused my erection to subside.
 
 I looked over at the boy who had been trying to help me; the
 other boys were just finishing up removing his clothes.  He
 was trying hard to hold back tears, but was not being very
 successful.  I didn't blame him, I felt like crying too.
 
 "Now, we wouldn't want anything to happen to these here
 clothes, so I'll tell you what we'll do.  I'll put them in
 the back seat of my brother's truck, which is over at the
 high school.  It's a black '92 Chevy Blazer.  But school
 lets out at 3:45, so you had better get there before he
 leaves, or you'll have to come to my house to get them."
 
 He and the other boys took off running with our clothes.
 Without shoes, there was no way we could keep up.  I slowed
 to a walk.  The boy now had tears dripping off his chin.
 "Hey, what's your name?"
 
 "Tommy.  I mean Tom.  My name is Tom."
 
 "Well, Tom, try and hang in there.  This'll work out
 somehow.  But we need to move a little faster.  Can you
 speed up some?"
 
 "I'll try, but it really hurts my feet.  Are we going to
 have to go home naked?  I've got sisters, and I don't want
 them to see me."
 
 "I'm gonna try and get our clothes back.  When we get close
 to the school, you stay hidden.  I'll run and try and find
 our clothes, and when I do, I'll bring you yours and then
 walk you home.  Okay?"  At least the tears had slowed down.
 I was already going to be real late meeting Mike; I might as
 well get this kid home safe.
 
 "Would you really do that for me?  Or will you just get your
 clothes and leave mine in the car?  After all, I've seen you
 pick on other kids.  I don't want to have to go to that
 kid's house."
 
 "I really will bring your clothes back to you.  I have
 picked on kids, but that's what eighth graders do.  But
 you've been picked on enough today.  Besides, you were
 trying to help me, so I'll help you.  And I can run faster
 than you, that's why I'll go.  But I promise you, if I find
 the Blazer, I'll bring your clothes to you."  By now, we had
 reached the border of the trees with the high school.  I
 looked out into the parking lot, trying to spot a black
 Blazer.  Unfortunately, I wasn't real sure exactly what a
 Blazer looked like.  Tom solved that problem for me.
 
 "There's one, over there, and it's black."
 
 I looked where he was pointing, and saw a black SUV.  It
 didn't look anything like what I though a Blazer would look
 like.  "Are you sure that's a Blazer Tom?"
 
 "Ya, my dad has one."
 
 That was good enough for me.  Reminding Tom to stay in
 place, I headed as fast as I could go across the field
 towards the parking lot.  About the same time I stepped on
 pavement, I heard the bell ring, and kids started pouring
 out.  I tried to move faster.
 
 So far, only a few high school kids were entering the
 parking lot.  Most of those that saw me just laughed, but a
 few pointed me out to other kids.  My cheeks were burning
 bright red as I made my way to the Blazer.  Just before I
 got there, I saw someone who bore a resemblance to Kurt get
 in.  I started moving faster, but the Blazer started backing
 out.  I changed direction, hoping to cut off the Blazer
 before it could leave the parking lot.
 
 The only thing that saved me was that so many people were
 trying to leave at once that the Blazer had to stop for
 traffic.  Just before it was free to move, I stepped out
 from behind a car and jumped right in front of it.  The
 driver looked surprised, and then started telling me to get
 out of his way.  I stepped around to the side and he started
 forward, so I climbed up on the running board.
 
 "What the hell are you doing?"
 
 "I'm looking for my clothes.  Your brother hid them in
 here."
 
 "Get the hell off of here.  I don't have your clothes, and I
 don't have a brother.  Now GET DOWN!"  He gave me a gently
 push, not enough to knock me off, but enough to let me know
 he could.  I stepped off the running board and he sped away.
 
 Horns were honking all around me, and I was the subject of
 several catcalls and worse.  My dick was rising towards full
 hard again.  Dejected, and not sure what to do, I started to
 head back to the woods.  As I looked for a way through the
 crazy mix of cars, I spotted another black Blazer.  Ignoring
 the traffic as much as I could, I ran towards it.  As I
 approached, the back door opened.  Kurt and a girl were in
 the back, and a second girl was sitting behind the wheel.
 
 "Nice job.  Very nice, you're much braver than I guessed.  I
 forgot, you didn't have to hurry my brother has track
 practice tonight.  He won't be leaving for hours yet.  But
 don't leave, come inside and we'll go for a ride."
 
 I looked inside, but didn't see my clothes and started
 looking back towards the woods.
 
 "Oh no, don't leave.  My associates are up there.  I figured
 you'd leave the kid.  Now get in here."
 
 
 Part 3: Parking Lots and Fire Drills
 
 I could hear one of the girls telling him to leave me alone,
 but at this point I was more worried about Tom.  "Leave Tom
 alone.  You've got me, I'm thoroughly embarrassed, what more
 do you want?"  I got in the back seat and Kurt and the girl
 moved so that I was between them.  The third girl started
 the truck up and pulled out into traffic.
 
 "I don't think we've scratched the surface of thoroughly
 embarrassed yet, but I'll make this short.  Where are your
 underpants?"
 
 "What?" was all I could say.
 
 "It's a simple question.  You should know that the longer
 you delay, the worse it is for Tom.  And for you.  So once
 again, where are your underpants?"
 
 What was all this about my underpants?  "I don't know.  Why
 on earth do you care about my underpants?"
 
 "I don't.  She wants them.  You're name is Jon, isn't it?
 You weren't wearing them, they weren't in the clothes I took
 from you, and they weren't anywhere around the tree.  So
 where are they?"
 
 I looked at the girl he had indicated.  She looked about my
 age, and she was staring at my dick.  I covered it up with
 my hands.  "Some girls in my class took them."
 
 "Holy shit, you call yourself an eighth grader?  Girls took
 them?  Boy, are you in trouble."
 
 "Where's my clothes, and why all this interest in my
 underpants?"  I was getting very close to tears now,
 understanding how Tom had felt.  Tom, that reminded me, Kurt
 said something about Tom being in for more trouble.
 
 "Your clothes are in the dumpster behind our school.  Until
 my friends hear from me, they will keep telling Tom what
 they are going to do to him.  They will scare him very much.
 As long as you're doing what you're told, Tom is relatively
 safe, only he doesn't know that, so he's scared and getting
 more scared by the minute.  This will all end as soon as you
 can produce a pair of your underpants to Tammy here."
 
 Tammy I knew that name.  She was in my grade at school.
 This was getting worse.  Tammy whispered something to Kurt.
 
 "Okay, so somebody beat her to it.  Here's how you can save
 Tom.  First, Tammy wants you to show her your dick.  So
 bring it out where she can see it.  Point out its best
 features, show her everything about it.  Do a good job, and
 I'll tell you the second thing she wants before Tom runs out
 of time.
 
 This was bad.  I lifted my hands from my groin.  I tried to
 talk, but no words would come out.
 
 "No, you aren't doing well enough.  Get it up here where she
 can see it.  Show it off, talk about it.  Show her what
 happens when you rub it.  You're running out of time."
 
 I rose up higher off the seat, pointing my dick towards her
 face.  "This, um, this is my dick."  I paused, not sure what
 to say, and not wanting to say anything.  I noticed that the
 truck was heading towards the shopping center.  The though
 of being naked caused me to cover up my groin with my hands
 again.
 
 "Poor Tom, left alone with just my friends to torment him.
 He'll probably die of fright there and all because you
 aren't proud of your dick.  Here's the deal.  From now on,
 every time you cover your dick, this takes longer and gets
 worse.  Every time me or one of the girls tell you to do
 something, you do it immediately or I'll get bored and call
 my friends and tell them to tie up Tom over by the projects.
 
 "I don't know what you want."
 
 "I want you to show her everything about your dick where the
 most sensitive spots are on it, how big it is, how often you
 measure it.  Tell her what you think about when you beat
 off, and show her how it works.
 
 This was getting worse.  I had to find a way to do this.  At
 least next year when I have to take public speaking, it
 won't be as bad as this.  I gave it my best try.
 
 "This is my dick.  Its four and three-quarters inches long.
 The top is really sensitive, especially along the bottom
 right here.  When I beat off, umm, I guess I think about
 girls."  I was just ready to start to rub it when she
 reached over and ran her fingernail along the spot I had
 said was most sensitive.  My dick jumped wildly, and I
 nearly shot right then and there.  I reached down to block
 her hand from touching me.
 
 "Uh, uh, uh, there'll be none of that."  Kurt took my arms
 and pulled them away.  "Now I told you it would get worse.
 I'm feeling a little lonely.  I want you to walk over to
 that car there and invite the driver over."
 
 The truck had parked in a fairly empty area of the shopping
 center.  There was one car where Kurt was indicating.  "And
 I want you to WALK, with your arms at you side.  If you run,
 or if you cover up, we'll drive off."  Kurt opened his door
 and got out, pulling me out with him.
 
 I was very naked, with the hardest erection I had ever had,
 standing in the middle of a parking lot with cars driving
 by.  No one seemed to have noticed me, so I walked quickly
 over to the car.  As I approached, the window came down.
 Inside was another girl.
 
 "Kurt asked me to invite you over."
 
 The girl couldn't stop giggling.  Without a word, she rolled
 up the window and got out, locking the car.  We walked back
 to the Blazer together.  Kurt got in the front seat, and I
 got in back between the two girls.  
 
 "Very good" Kurt said.  "You did just what I asked.  This is
 Donna, and Donna, this is Jon and that's Tammy.  Jon was
 just about to show Tammy how he plays with himself."
 
 I started to rub it again, but again Tammy grabbed my hand.
 "You said you think of girls when you play with it.  Who
 specifically do you think of?"
 
 "Um, sometimes Xena, and sometimes Traci."  The truck pulled
 out of the parking lot.
 
 "Traci Goldstein?" asked the second girl, whom I had nearly
 forgot about.  All I could do was mumble a weak "Yes."
 
 "Oh, wait until I tell her I watched you beat off thinking
 about her."
 
 Those words did it more than anything else.  I could feel my
 balls heave, and tightened my grip.  My stomach twisted, and
 I shot loads of cum.
 
 The truck moved through town and back in the direction of
 school. But before we got there, we pulled into a small
 county park.
 
 "Jon, do you know what a fire drill is?" asked Kurt.
 
 "I think so," I answered apprehensively.
 
 "Tell you what, we're going to practice it here.  When you
 hear me call it out I want you to get out, walk around the
 truck, and get back in.  That's all there is to it, okay?"
 
 We continued driving through the park until Kurt pointed to
 a space next to a basket ball hoop where 3 boys of about 10
 years old were shooting hoops.  As we pulled in, Kurt yelled
 "Fire drill!"
 
 I started out towards the back of the truck and noticed the
 boys shooting baskets hadn't noticed me yet, but as I came
 around the front the hysterical laughter coming from inside
 the car attracted their attention.  As they looked at me, my
 mortification increased and I covered up my groin without
 thinking
 
 "Look, they're making that kid run around naked" called one
 of the boys, and they all came running over to get a better
 look.  As I came back to the door and reached to get in, I
 found it locked.
 
 "I warned you about covering up, now didn't I?" asked Kurt
 through the window.  "Now I want you to go over and play a
 game of pig with them.  If you can beat all three, you can
 get back in, but if you get a pig then they can decide what
 to do with you."
 
 In stunned disbelieve I slowly followed the boys back onto
 the court.  "This is going to be so cool" said one of them
 as he flipped me the ball.  "You shoot first."
 
 Two of the boys were not good shooters, and even though I'm
 too embarrassed to shoot well, both of them are quickly
 eliminated.  The third boy, however, is good, and it's my
 shot as both of us have a "PI" from missing the other's
 shot.  I decided to try and find his range so I moved out
 behind the foul line and sunk an easy jumper.
 
 "Too easy" he says, and puts it through with the ball
 touching nothing but net.  I moved back 10 feet and sunk
 another.
 
 "Getting harder" he says, putting it off the backboard and
 into the net.  "But not hard enough to beat me."
 
 I'm getting desperate, knowing that somebody is bound to
 drive through the park eventually.  I moved back 15 feet
 further and shot again.  The ball hit the front of the rim
 and rebounded right to him.
 
 The boy grabbed the ball in the air and ran under the net,
 tossing it up over his head and behind him as he passed.
 The ball rolled around the hoop two times before falling in.
 I've never even tried a shot like that.
 
 "Stand right over there, and I'll toss you the ball just
 like I caught it," he said, pointing to where he started.  I
 moved to the spot and caught the ball, took two steps under
 the basket and flipped it up over my head.
 
 I didn't need to turn around; the loud yells of joy from the
 three boys told me I had missed.  Kurt and Tammy got out of
 the truck and congratulated the boys.  "What do you want to
 do with him?" asked Tammy.
 
 The three boys held a short conference.  After reaching a
 consensus the one who had made the winning shot said "We
 want to spank him until he cries."
 
 "Sounds good to me" said Kurt.  He led me over to the front
 of the truck and had me stand on the bumper with my hands on
 the hood.  That left my backside sticking out in the air.
 
 The boys took turns slapping my ass with their hands.  It
 was getting sore and starting to burn, but I was determined
 not to let a bunch of 10-year olds make me cry.  The boys
 were also getting tired and bored.
 
 "I don't think you're getting through to him.  Try this" I
 heard Kurt say.  I couldn't see what he had handed them, but
 the boys responded with new enthusiasm.
 
 I heard the belt whip through the air just before it hit.
 The pain was more than I was ready for and I jumped up on
 the hood.
 
 Kurt pulled me back into position.  "That one doesn't count,
 he moved" Kurt said.
 
 The next one wrapped around my hip and nearly hit my balls.
 The pain was more than I could withstand, and I let the
 tears flow out to end it.
 
 "Okay, you made him cry" said Kurt.  I started to get up but
 Tammy pushed me down and said "Hold it, the other two still
 get their turn."
 
 The next kid nearly missed, and only the end of the belt
 hit, but it curled between my butt cheeks and hurt even more
 than the others.  I cried out and stood up, but Kurt pushed
 me back down.
 
 "Good one.  Doesn't count though because he moved again."
 
 Somehow I endured two more hits without moving.  The tears
 were now flowing freely down my face.  Kurt grabbed my arm
 and pulled me up in front of the three boys.  "Tell them
 thank you" he told me.
 
 I mumbled a quick thanks to each boy while staring at the
 ground.  They laughed and said, "sure, anytime."
 
 "Hey, what school do you guys go to?" asked Tammy.
 
 "Crestview Junior High, why?" answered the boy who had made
 the winning shot.  "Pierman Elementary" said the other two.
 
 "Crestview, huh" said Kurt.  "Jon here goes to Crestview
 too.  Maybe you'll see him around.  Sure would make a great
 story to tell your friends how you spanked an eighth grader,
 wouldn't it."
 
 "Boy, it sure would, but who would believe us?"
 
 "Tell you what; we'd rather you not tell too many people
 about it as long as Jon here leaves you alone.  But if he
 doesn't do what he is asked to do, then we might ask you to
 tell your friends.  And they'll have no problem believing
 you we'll give you these."
 
 I watched Kurt show them a series of pictures.  There was
 one of each boy slapping me.  I turned and looked at Tammy,
 and saw the Polaroid camera for the first time.
 
 "Okay, Jon, lets get going" Kurt said as he pushed me toward
 the back of the Blazer.  As we left the park and headed back
 towards the school, we were stopped by a school bus coming
 from the other direction letting kids off.  We no more than
 got stopped in front of the bus when Tammy yelled "Fire
 Drill!"  The girls looked at me expectantly but I couldn't
 muster up the courage to get out.  "You'd better get your
 little ass out there right now, Jon, or we're tossing you
 out and taking off!"
 
 Once again, I get out and did the drill.  Obediently I had
 my hands behind my head and made the turn around the front
 of the Blazer just as two high school girls crossed in front
 of the bus towards my side of the road.  They were staring
 and laughing so hard they could barely walk.  As I got to
 the back of the Blazer the door was locked.
 
 "Go stand behind us and salute as the bus drives by" ordered
 Kurt.  Afraid they would drive off and leave me naked on a
 road used by most people leaving the school, I did it.  Loud
 cheers and laughter poured from the bus as it drove by.
 
 "Okay, okay, you've done good.  Now for the second thing you
 need to do to save your friend.  When Tammy here asks for
 you underpants tomorrow, you give them to her, right then on
 the spot.  Got it?"
 
 "You can't be serious.  She could ask anywhere.  I can't
 strip down and  "
 
 "We have plenty of time for some more fun and games if you
 need more convincing that you are to do what you are told.
 How would you like to practice a fire drill at the light on
 First and Main?"  I indicated I didn't want to do that.
 "Then you'd better give you underpants to Tammy when and
 where she asks for them."
 
 By now we had reached my school.  The girl driving pulled
 around back and Kurt opened the door and pushed me out.
 "Just remember to do what you're told" he said as I walked
 off.
 
 I headed out and went towards the trees, hoping I would find
 Tom soon.  As I got closer, I could here him sniffle.
 
 As I walked in, I saw that Tom's arms were tied to a branch
 just over his head, and he had welts on his back from a
 short rope they had been hitting him with.  "Well, I guess
 that ends the fun" said one of the boys with Tom.
 
 "Not necessarily.  There's no reason we can't tie them both
 up.  I' bet this one would be just as cooperative, once we
 applied the proper persuasion.  What'll you say Randy?"
 
 "I say we'd better do what Kurt told us to do."
 
 With that they left heading back towards where Kurt had
 dropped me off.  It only took a couple of minutes for me to
 have Tom's arms freed.  Tom was very glad to see me again.
 
 "I tried to call you and say they had our clothes up here,
 but you couldn't hear.  They threw them in the dumpster over
 there.  How could you do that run naked through the parking
 lot like that?  Man, I couldn't have done it."
 
 He finally ran out of words and we walked over to the
 dumpster, which was in a fenced-in area.  Kurt and his
 friends had already driven out.  I tried the gate, but it
 was locked.  We'd have to climb the fence, which would be
 easy with clothes and shoes on, but not while naked.
 
 I was half way up when I heard Mike's voice behind me.
 
 "What the hell are you two doing playing around here dressed
 like that?"
 
 "Don't even ask."  I climbed back down.  "Please climb over
 and get our clothes for us."  Mike and I had been good
 friends for years.
 
 It wasn't long before we were dressed again.  Mike
 apologized for not being able to find my underpants, and I
 didn't bother to tell him they weren't in the dumpster.  We
 walked Tom to his house, and then headed over to Tim's
 house.  Mike asked a couple of questions, but when I didn't
 give answers he backed off, knowing I would talk about it
 when I was ready.