A Little NIP in the Air
By Aldric
Copyright 2010 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry
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A Little NIP in the Air
January 1st, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #1. Day 1 of 3
Obviously, this all happened last night. My blog entry starts at ten seconds before midnight, but it really started hours before that. They tested everything several times to make sure it would go just as planned.
My brother and I could hear the crowd counting down the seconds until midnight, until 2011 started, until the Naked In Public thing went into effect officially. As you can tell from the blog header, I'm Brady Quinn. While I'm a NIP I have to keep this blog. Some adults somewhere review it, but I'm not sure if they will censor it or what. It's got a spell checker (which I need) and helps me with grammar too. Once it gets posted anyone will be able to read it. I'm supposed to put down stuff about how I feel, what it's like to be a NIP, and how I'm making myself better. But that's not me, so I'll just log what I want and the hell with the rest.
With eight seconds to go the hooks in our clothes began to move. The hooks were made to lift our shirts first and my brother and me had to lift our arms. Of course, to make sure we didn't get hurt the clothes were designed to tear away. The output from the camera is broadcast on the city's government site and several large monitors were set up around the front of the court for those who wanted to watch live but didn't get there early enough for a seat.
I think I started to introduce myself but got distracted. I'm Brady Quinn, and I just turned thirteen last month. At the time of the countdown by brother Connor was right next to me. He's nearly twelve; I think his birthday is in March. You can read about him in his own blog.
At six, our shirts were pulled all the way up to our necks. At least for a second or two we didn't have to look at the cameras or the sixty-four people in attendance. I know it was sixty-four because I counted them. I didn't have much else to do while we waited for the New Year to start.
My parents were there along with my father's brother and his two kids, who would be my cousins of course. Britney and Coleen, who are each six months younger than me and Connor.
There are also two or three kids from my class that got in, and one I know who's in Connor's class. And of course, the Dietrich's are here. Mr. and Mrs., and of course, Drew. That little crybaby asshole is the reason Connor and I are here.
Okay, I just tried to delete the last sentence but it won't go away, so I guess I can't edit what I write. I hope whoever reviews this will take it out for me, I really didn't mean to call Drew a crybaby. Or an asshole. He's really a good kid, and Connor and I like him a lot.
The shirts are off our heads now. I didn't hold my head right and it hurt a little before it tore away. Maybe my neck is broken and they'll have to let me go. Fat chance of that I guess. We don't have undershirts on so Connor and I are topless now. I think can feel cold air blowing on me from above.
Drew Dietrich. He's between Connor's age and mine, but he's in seventh grade with me. He's an only child and a mama's boy AND a teacher's pet. He always gets the best grades and will tattle on you even if it didn't involve him. I guess Connor and I did go a little too far, but I don't think becoming a NIP is fair. I think they were just hoping some poor kid would screw up just so they could put on this show for New Years Eve. I probably would have ended up here for spitting on the sidewalk if that was the worst thing they caught any kid doing.
At three the fun really started. This is what the audience has been waiting for. The hooks pull our sweatpants out from the front (they didn't want them to get hung up on any protuberances I guess) and then start to lower them. Our jockey shorts became visible for the first time. That part sucked. I started wearing boxers when I was nine. Connor started at eight. But they made us wear whitey-tighties for the strip show.
Of course, that's what Dietrich was wearing when he ran through Al Stanley's Family Clothing Store. He was spending his Christmas money on new clothes (I told you he was a mama's boy!) and took a shirt and pair of pants to the change room. Connor and I decided, well, I guess I decided and Connor just thought it was a great idea, that we should sneak in and see what we could lift. Drew made it easy for us. I don't know if the hook was gone in the stall he was in or if he just didn't use it, but we saw the new clothes hanging over one wall and his shirt hanging over another. When his pants joined his shirt, Connor grabbed the new clothes and I grabbed the old clothes and we took off. He came running out of there right behind us in nothing but socks and a pair of jockey shorts!
Our sweatpants are now around our ankles and we had been told to step out of them. The urge to put my hands over my middle was strong, but both Connor and I had been warned repeatedly that any covering up during our NIP time would add to our sentence.
As Connor and I left the change area we expected Dietrich to stop, but he just followed us out into the store. The change booths are right in the middle of the store right next to the offices. I yelled at Ali that Dietrich was trying to make it to the front door so he could steal the underpants he had on. Ali, as you know, is Al Stanley's daughter, and she's fourteen. She was in charge of the store that day. She did a wonderful job of catching Drew and holding him and demanding that he return the underpants! It was totally hilarious!
I wonder if she would have gotten them off of him right in the middle of the store if Mr. Rickland hadn't come in right then. He's the school's 'peace officer'-not a real cop, he just plays on in school. But as we found out he does have real handcuffs and does have the power and authority to detain until the real cops do get there.
With one second to go the hooks grabbed our briefs from front and back and started pulling.
Drew Dietrich was crying and said that me and Connor stole his clothes. Technically, Connor didn't steal anything, he had clothes that belonged to Al Stanley's Family Clothing Store and he hadn't left with them so that's not stealing. But Mr. Rickland didn't seem to care about technicalities. Since I had Dietrich's clothes in my hands, my fate was sealed. I gave them up to Drew and he ran back to the changing rooms to put them back on. Meanwhile, Connor and I learned about handcuffs and the non-school kind of detention.
Ali was detained too but she was never charged, probably because it was her father's store. But while she was wrestling with Dietrich I saw her get in at least one good grope of his privates.
At midnight the NIP punishment became legal and Connor and I became the first two kids to be punished under it. The hooks pulled our jockey's apart until they split along the weakened sides, leaving us totally naked in front of the camera and the audience. We could hear the cheer from outside above the clapping from inside the court house.
The reason for the cold air became quickly obvious. My balls had withdrawn back up behind my dick and probably made me look three years younger. I didn't look at Connor but I'm sure the same thing happened to him.
We were walked over to where our parents and uncle and aunt and cousins waited and taken home, where we could go to bed in our new room.
Because of the rules, we're not allowed to have any privacy at all. Our garage was modified to have the door removed and replaced with a glass panel. Additional heat was supplied, and our beds were moved down there. But the light had a dimmer but couldn't be turned off, the bed had a bottom sheet but no top sheet or blankets, and for a bathroom we each had our own bucket. A kid's swimming pool had a hose that got water from the house that we would use for bathing. And a steel folding chair and a card table for us to use the computer to add to our blog or to do our homework.
There was nothing in the garage for us to hide behind. Any time we were in there we would be on display to anyone who wanted to come and watch.
It's one thirty in the morning now and I've just found out how hard it is to pee when your girl cousins are standing there watching. But Connor and I finally took care of business and now I'm exhausted and want to sleep. I'll post more later.
January 2nd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #2. Day 2 of 3
I had a hell of a night. It's ten in the morning and I'm just walking up but I don't feel like I've slept at all. My head is pounding and I feel tense and angry. Connor's bed is empty so he must already be up.
I didn't sleep well because between the light in the garage and the street light outside the glass panel it never got dark. And I'm angry because what woke me up was a mixture of the sun pouring in and hitting my eyes and the laughter of six of my neighbors who were staring at me through the glass pane. They were laughing because I had some morning wood and without covers it was there for anyone to see.
I got up and went inside to use the bathroom only to be reminded that my bathroom was the bucket in what used to be the garage but was now our bedroom. Standing there trying to pee through morning wood while half a dozen kids watch sucks!
All of the downstairs curtains are open, so even though Connor and I can have meals in the house we still don't have any privacy. We are banned from going upstairs for any reason except an emergency.
After eating I had to take my bucket and bring it into the house and empty it into the toilet and then take it outside and rinse it out. The kids of course followed me around, Connor had already cleaned his. Then I had to take a bath.
I didn't want to go outside even though I was allowed to wear a coat as long as it didn't cover my privates. We're not allowed to hang around in the house, so Connor and I retreated to our room. There was nothing to do there, we didn't have a TV and the computer only gave us a few government-approved sites and our blogs. We had a choice of doing nothing, doing homework, or updating our blogs. So I'm here.
There was a note in mine that I don't know if you can see or not, but it comes from Mr. Bog, my handler. Yeah, Bog, as in swamp or quagmire. See? This blog even comes with a thesaurus. Anyway, the note says that this isn't supposed to be a diary but that I'm supposed to talk about NIP and what I think of it and how I think I'm benefiting from it.
Well, I'M NOT BENEFITING FROM IT AT ALL! THIS FUCKING SHIT SUCKS! They'll probably edit that out so that little kids can read it. This will probably be more popular then the Potter books.
My arm hurts where they gave me the injection-oh yeah, I didn't tell you about the stupid injection. PUBERTY BLOCKING DRUGS! That's right; they injected drugs just below the skin in my arm and I guess it must be something that slowly dissolves because it lasts a month. The drugs will make my balls stop producing the hormones that drive puberty. Even after the drugs have gone though my system the effects last for two months after that, so my puberty is on hold for three months. How the hell can that be okay?
My dad told me that the next week or so was a very dangerous time for me because the first effect was that my balls would go into overtime before they shutdown. He said that I was going to be saturated with hormones that would make me irritable. The change might even cause a brief speed up in growth of hair and the other changes that occur. After that they would just shut down and no further development would occur and maybe even some recession. Fuck That!
January 2nd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #3. Day 2 of 4
Shit! No strike that-damn, I can't erase it. As I was making the last entry a text box appeared on my screen that said something like, "Please review the rules of conduct for NIP participants. Swearing is an offensive that can add time to your sentence. You used 3 offensive words, but I decided to only punish you for one of them. Your sentence has been increased by 1 day."
I logged off real quick and turned it back on and it's gone, but I think I'm screwed. I've got to find a way to calm down. When I yelled Connor came and looked at my screen and suggest we both read the rules. He's calling them up on his computer right now.
About the sentence-since what we did was my idea I got three days of NIP and Connor got two. I tried to argue that he had nothing to do with it but they wouldn't listen. He had the new clothes in his hands and that was enough evidence for them to charge him. I even asked if they would knock it down to one day but they wouldn't listen to me. And I guess I'm at four days now because of the swearing. I hope Connor doesn't get any days added because if he doesn't than he won't have to go to school as a NIP. I won't be as lucky.
Connor's a good kid except when he's around me. Unlike other brothers I know, I like him and we almost never argue or fight. This punishment sucks; I wish he didn't have to go through it. They said he wasn't given the drugs because he is a Tanner Stage 2.2, but I don't have a clue what that means. I'm a 3.3 if anyone cares; at least that's what they told us. They got the numbers by asking us a lot of questions about growth and jacking off and other personal stuff and looking at our privates. I think the doctors that examined us were just pervs.
Oh yeah, Connor's telling me to 'Focus.' I'm supposed to be writing about being a NIP and how I feel about it. Connor has to do the same in his blog.
Basically, we have to be naked at all times. I already said we have no privacy at all. If we get caught covering up we can have days added to our sentence. I don't know how that works if a kid just lies about it.
Connor has the rules pulled up for Cycle 1, which is what we are. No swearing, no covering of the privates by any means, complete honesty, and treating peers and adults with respect. Violation of the rules can result in having time added to the sentence, corporal punishment-Connor says he'll look that up later-an increase in the medication time, or change in status to Cycle 2. Repeat violations increase the likelihood of a change in status.
Wow. I guess it's a good thing we did that. I'm sure they told us the rules but I don't remember anything except the medical exam, which was pretty embarrassing. I mean, we were measured in places I've never been measure before and stuff was put up our asses for reasons only god would know. Have you ever even thought about measuring your balls? Connor and I had it done by the medical staff.
My dad just said that Drew Dietrich just came to get me. I forgot, I have to do 'service time' with him on Friday after school and on weekends. Connor does too, but he'll go after lunch. I'll let you know what service time means after I get back.
January 2nd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #4. Day 2 of 5
Well, I'm up to five days now. And I see they don't censor this blog because the words I used before are still there.
Dietrich said he was allowed to touch me. Down there! I didn't think so and I tried to stop him. All I did was grab his wrists. Honest! But that little asshole, damn, that won't erase. I mean that sweet, lovable little boy yelled out and his dad, who was watching from up the street came running over. He called Mr. Bog and another day was added to my sentence just like that.
Dietrich wanted me to have an erection as we walked from my house to his and he touched me to try and get me hard. Okay, he succeeded; I know some of you saw me so there's no point in denying it. I hope you enjoyed the show!
My service time was to clean his bathroom. I had to do the whole thing, including scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, but he found some hair in the drain cover in the shower and made me do the whole room again. He sat in the hall and watched me. He said it was because of the privacy rule, but when I looked at him I swear he had a boner. I mean, his dick can't be very big, it was hardly noticeable in the clothing store, but something was pushing his jeans out.
Connor is there now, he has to clean Drew's room.
I just got another text message from Mr. Bog. It said that what I'm writing about Dietrich was not very respectful and that this was my official warning that I could be escalated to a Cycle 2 status. Also, I had yet another day added because I swore again. I didn't even think that a-- was a swear word.
Rick Worth just stopped over. He's a good friend of mine. It was kind of embarrassing being naked in front of him but I was glad he came by. He's been the only friend brave enough to do that. He was kind of uncomfortable too so he didn't stay long.
Rick said that he had watched the strip show the city had put on featuring me and Connor from the park. He said about a third of our class was there, and the camera showed everything. A lot of the kids said they were taping it to watch again later. Then he said he found out the city had a high definition version of the show that they were selling for fifteen dollars, with half of the money going to Drew Dietrich for 'pain and suffering.' When I asked Rick if he bought one he said 'no' but that his sister did and he watched it. Rick's sister is in Connor's class.
I guess Connor and I are local porn stars now. Just think, last week if we had sexted pictures of us naked to girls we would have been arrested and charged with I think a felony. But now the city was selling it! That's marketing, government style.
I joke about it, but in reality I feel kind of sick about being naked and people having tapes of me naked. And I feel angry that Connor has to live with that too. They said it would be a deterrent to other kids to not commit crimes, but I'm not so sure.
And something else that isn't fair-now that Connor and I are NIPs anything we do can be punished by more NIP time. I mean come on, adding time because I used a swear word? If I wasn't a NIP already they couldn't do anything except complain to my parents. And let's say I get in a fight at school. I'll get more NIP time or worse but the other kid just gets a detention. In fact, I probably get both. It isn't fair. I shouldn't be punished with NIP for things that other kids get away with all the time.
January 2nd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #5. Day 2 of 6
Conner now will have to go to school tomorrow as a NIP. He called Dietrich a queer and that wasn't 'respectful' so he had one day added. He said Dietrich made him get hard too and then while he was cleaning his room he saw Dietrich rubbing his dick through his pants and he definitely had a boner. You can read his thoughts in his blog but he agrees with me, this whole NIP thing is unfair.
Another of my friends, Greg Bloom, stopped over. He said he's been reading the blog and didn't want to come over because he thought he'd make me feel worse. But he saw that Rick Worth came by and so he did too. It does make me uncomfortable, but I'd rather that then sit here with nothing to do. He invited me to go to the mall or to shoot some baskets with me, but I'm not cool yet with being out in public so I told him no but thanks. He told me to chill or I'm going to get in more trouble. And I know he's right. I read back through my blog and I can't believe I wrote that. That's not me, I'm not like that. It's got to be the drugs messing with my chemistry.
We go back to school tomorrow. Connor's going to get a ride but my dad told me I can just take the bus. I know he's pissed at me for getting into trouble. And he had to pay to convert the garage into a bedroom for me and Connor AND lose his parking spot for his car, plus the extra heat and stuff. But he's been reading the blog too and I think he just doesn't like me anymore. Just kidding dad. I know you're disappointed in me. I am too.
January 3rd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #6. Day 3 of 7
It's study hall, so I've got time to write. I have to get out of this program, whatever it takes. I knew it would be bad but I had no idea. My greatest wish right now is that Conner isn't having as much trouble as I am.
It started on the bus. Fortunately Rick Worth was there with me. That little, uh, darling boy Dietrich got on and wanted me to sit next to him, said I was required to do what he said. It turns out that within some limits he was right, but I didn't know that then. So I guess I told him to go F off. I guess you can see from the entry marker that I got another day added for that.
Anyway, when Dietrich insisted I kind of lost my cool and got up and was ready to punch that geeky little face of his in. That's when Rick pushed me back down and got in my face. He yelled and swore and told me that I was going to do what Drew wanted or he would personally force me to.
I was kind of pissed at him for siding with Dietrich. He grabbed me by my wrists and almost threw me across the bus. That finally got my attention. Dietrich made me knee down in front of him on the bus, with everybody watching, and apologize to him. The bus was dead quiet; I don't think anyone had any idea what to do.
I was scared. My Dietrich was doing his best to humiliate me in front of my peers and my friends, my best friend had showed me he wasn't going to let friendship stand in his way, and the bus driver was sitting there with the door open waiting for everyone to get seated. So I did it. I got down on my knees and said I was sorry.
Of course that wasn't good enough for Dietrich. He made me say it again louder, and then he told me to get a boner and keep it hard all the way to school. I was losing it again when Rick pushed me into the seat next to Dietrich and he told me to just do it.
Turns out it was a good thing Rick stepped in or I would have been Cycle 2'd right there. As it is Mr. Bog said I'm right on the edge. I have a meeting with him instead of band later on today.
January 3rd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #7. Day 3 of 7
It's lunch time now. It turns out it out that Rick's involvement on the bus this morning was no accident. Connor had left a message for him to help me and told him I was close to a Cycle 2 which would be a lot worse and that he had to stop me from doing anything bad. Rick knows I'd never be mad at him for trying to help. I'm not. Thanks Rick. And Connor.
School is bad enough when you're in seventh grade. But you can't imagine what it's like when you are the only one there who is naked. I've had the dreams about being in school naked, I think everyone has. But the reality is a whole lot worse than the dreams.
First off, people aren't supposed to touch me. Well, Drew Dietrich is allowed to because he was the one who was 'hurt' by me, but nobody else is. But in a crowded hall it happens. A lot. And I know it isn't always an accident, but what can I do? If I try to stop them then somebody will complain that I'm covering up. If I tell a teacher they won't be able to do anything unless I know who it was that touched me and most of the time I don't know. But just think about walking down a hallway and having people finger your dick or squeeze your balls. I end up being boned much of the time. And I can hardly beat off in the hallway so I can't get rid of it.
And then I can hear the comments. "I saw you on TV." "I heard you're going to go back to being 10 years old again." That and constant comments about the size of my equipment. Or that I have a boner and therefore I must like being naked.
Then there is just the plain old humiliation of being a NIP-being Naked In Public. I'm not allowed to use the rest rooms, I have a bucket assigned to me that I have to check out and use in the hallway, and then empty and clean it. Oh, by the way, someone asked what if I have to take a dump. Connor and I can use a regular bathroom for that but somebody has to be there to watch and we aren't allowed to pee.
I want out of the program. And my arm still hurts and my head is pounding again and I HATE ALL OF THIS CRAP!!!!!!!!
January 3rd, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #8. Day 3 of 7
I don't want to write this but Mr. Bog said I have to. My meeting with him in school wasn't anything like what I expected. Nobody could have expected what happened. And now my friends and everybody in school are going to know once they read this blog.
Mr. Bog wasn't alone. He had a kid from another city with him. He introduced him to me but Mr. Bog said not to use his name. I'll call him Barf because that's what I ended up nearly doing.
Mr. Bog told me how close I was to going to Cycle 2 and that almost anything now could send me over the edge. He said training was required for anyone in Cycle 2 and that that Barf was there to provide it.
I asked him what kind of training and his answer almost knocked me out. I don't want to write this, but like I said, I have to.
He told me that Barf was there to teach me how to 'give oral stimulation to boys.' Okay, I thought I knew what that meant, but Barf made it crystal clear. "I'm here to teach you how to give blow jobs."
That's not a class you'll find on your typical middle school schedule.
Barf was a little older than me, I would guess fourteen, fifteen at the most. He said he was going to start by giving me a blowjob and that then I would practice on him. I told you he made me barf. Well, not really, but almost. I was supposed to pay attention to what he was doing to me and how it felt so that I would know what to do.
So I asked him if he was a delinquent like me and what he did that so that he had to teach classes like this as punishment. He said he was a volunteer. And then I asked him if he was a fag and he said he preferred 'gay.' Of course, I got in more trouble for calling him a fag but I'll talk about that later.
So he brought me over to a couch and told me to relax. This kid was going to suck my wiener while Mr. Bog watched and he wanted me to RELAX? I wanted to run and just keep on running. I think Mr. Bog thought I would. He told me the door was locked.
And Barf did it. He got me hard and, well, I'll spare you the details, but he did it. And the drugs must not be working because I, well, let's just say that Barf was pleasantly surprised at the volume of stuff I shot into his mouth.
But then it was my turn. I refused. I told Mr. Bog there was nothing he could do to make me. He thought differently. He told me there is a Cycle 3 and that it involves anal penetration. Barf teaches that class too and would start my lessons right then if needed. And my consent and cooperation was not necessary for what happens to Cycle 3 kids.
So okay, he was right. He could make me do it. I really don't ever want to take that class from Barf.
Like I said, Barf was older than me. And older meant his penis was longer and thicker and he had more hair. Just looking at it made me want to barf.
But I had to do more than look at it. I had to do what he did to me. Here is what I have to write: "I gave Barf oral stimulation." Now that I've typed that anything more that I want to say is up to me, but I had to say that. And I couldn't just put that in my blog and not explain it, now could I?
But I didn't pass the test. I wasn't good enough. There was a short pause while Barf recovered from his climax and he told me all the areas I had done wrong. I'm not going to go through the list, but one of them had to do with swallowing instead of spitting it out. So I had to do it again.
I did better the second time, but still only got a D. So I had to get more instructions and then he gave me another example. Yes, he blew me again. And then it was my turn. I passed on the third try, thank god!
Barf was excused and Mr. Bog told me again that I was right on the edge of being promoted to Cycle 2. If that were to happen he said that Drew Dietrich would be able to decide who I would do that with and how often I'd have to do it.
I don't know if I'm really that close to crossing the line or if Mr. Bog is just trying to scare me. Mr. Bog, if you're trying to scare me, it's working. I'm terrified. I don't want to ever have Drew Dietrich telling me to get on my knees and do that to him. I'll do everything I can to be better, so please cut me a break if you can. But you don't understand that the chemicals are really messing with my brain. I'm angry all the time and I have nearly a constant headache and I can't think straight.
Oh, that reminds me. I nearly forgot to discuss the medical insert. For calling Barf a fag and for the trouble I caused on the bus this morning (in my opinion, Dietrich caused the trouble, not me) I will be given a second injection of the puberty blocking drugs at the end of the month. The second injection will have enough of the drugs to keep my balls from working for six more months. And the effects will take about four months after that before they go away. That ten plus the one from the one I have in my arm now means won't go back to developing until right around my fourteenth birthday. And there is nothing I can do to change that, it has been ordered. Even doing everything right from not on will not prevent it from happening. If I keep screwing up it could be even longer.
I asked Connor if he knew how long they could keep injecting drugs into me and he said until my sixteenth birthday, and that by then the effects would last about a year longer. I would not start puberty again until I was seventeen.
Connor didn't have too bad a day. The kids in his school made him cry, and he's really ashamed about that, but he got through it without having any days added. It must have been worse than he's saying because I don't think I've seen Connor cry since he was seven. If you look at his blog the entry block says 3 of 3 days. Tomorrow he wears clothes to school. I am glad for him. I'm jealous, but it's okay, I don't want anything bad to happen to him.
I have homework to do (bad grades can also add days) and after the above post I really don't have much I want to discuss. Rick and Greg, I know you're reading this. Please don't come over tonight. I wouldn't know what to say to you. I'm sure the topic would come up-you know-that I'm now a trained cocksucker. I may as well say it first, everyone else is going to.
January 4th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #9. Day 4 of 7
I woke up today before Connor. He's laying there softly snoring. I'm ashamed to write this, but when I thought how once he wakes up he'll get dressed just like any other kid in town and I'll be the only NIPer in town I cried.
Okay, I woke him so he could go and get dressed. He wanted to wait until the last minute, but dad came in to help him move his bed back to our old room. He pleaded with dad to be allowed to stay out here with me but dad wouldn't even consider it. As he left to go to our old room he was crying too. What a way to start the day.
January 4th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #10. Day 4 of 7
Because he reads this blog, Dietrich now knows what will happen if I get made a Cycle 2 NIP. If I had thought about it I wouldn't have said as much as I did. He is doing everything he can to push me over the edge.
He called me a cry baby when he got on the bus. He made fun of Connor for crying too, and that's not fair. Connor rides a different bus to the elementary school so he wasn't even there to defend himself.
He told my friends to take a seat away from us and directed me to a row in the middle. He let me slip past him to the window seat but made me knee on the floor facing him. He made sure nobody was looking and unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He told me to look at it, to lean forward and get a good look. He actually had a little rope of cum dripping down from it and it was hard. He told me that before he was done with me I'd be sucking it.
He grabbed my dick and stroked it till it was hard and told me to keep it that way all the way to school. The girls in the row in front of us heard him and turned around and stared at it, making jokes about it. I looked down and noticed that most of my hair was gone and my dick really did look smaller. I had been warned that the drugs might do that, but being warned and having it happen are two different things.
January 4th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #11. Day 4 of 7
Mr. Bog called me to his office to ask if what I wrote really happened. I told him it did. He told me that he had asked Drew about it and Drew denied doing anything like I said he did. Mr. Bog asked me who the girls were in front of me and I told him. He said if their version matches Drew's I could be in real trouble for lying.
I have a test in Social Studies next period that I have to study for now. If I get a bad grade it could add another day to my sentence.
January 4th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #12. Day 4 of 7
I was worried sick about what the girls would say and I don't think I did well on the Social Studies test. Right after that class Mr. Bog sent a message to me that the girl's version of the events was the same as Drew's.
I don't know what that means for me, but please Mr. Bog, I'm telling the truth. I can tell you what color and style underpants Dean has on and stuff like how big his dick is and how much hair he has. I won't put that in here because I'm supposed to be respectful towards him. But he showed it to me so I know.
January 4th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #13. Day 4 of 8
I've been found guilty of lying. Mr. Bog called me and Drew down to his office and asked me to tell him what I said I could. I told him the color and type of underpants Drew had on. I kind of failed when he asked how much hair Drew had down there because I never got a good look; Drew had just pulled his dick out of the fly so I never really saw his hair. I think saying I could tell how much hair Drew had and then admitting I couldn't counted against me.
Mr. Bog asked Drew to drop his pants. The color and type of underpants were both wrong. I argued that Dietrich, I mean Drew, reads the blog and therefore knew that he might be asked so he must have switched with someone. Mr. Bog warned me about making further accusations unless I could prove them.
He also told me that I've been calling Drew only by his last name and that was disrespectful. He told me that I had been warned about how close I was to Cycle 2 yet I still wasn't meeting expectations. He said I got a 72 on my test, which wasn't good enough. He said he would inform me later regarding whether or not I had been changed to a Cycle 2 but that it didn't look good for me.
I also had to apologize to Drew again in public and ask for his forgiveness. And I got a day added for the poor grade on my test. I want so much to say again that I'm being screwed and that Drew is the one who is lying but I was told if I write that I would be Cycle 2 before dawn, so I won't write it.
Drew told Mr. Bog that my friends had threatened him in school. Guys, if you did, I appreciate the effort, but don't do it again. If he can he'll get you into NIP. And if he can't, he'll find a way to take it out on me.
I was in my room in the garage and saw Connor playing in the front yard with two of his friends. He saw me look at him and looked down. A few minutes later they left to go play somewhere else. Connor, if you're reading this, live your life. Have fun. Don't feel bad for me, remember, it was my idea all along to pick on Drew. You don't have to play at your friends houses just so I don't feel bad.
My friends came over right after Connor left and convinced me to go outside and play catch with a softball instead of sitting in my room. It was uncomfortable for me until I realized that after the first few minutes they were able to look at my face instead of my exposed privates. But I couldn't throw as hard as I normally do. They said it's because I've been sitting on my behind and not doing anything, but I'm worried that my muscle is decreasing because of the drugs. It's another possible side affect.
January 5th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #14. Day 5 of 8
It's Friday and once I get through today I'll have just 4 more days NIP. I have service time with Drew today after school. I am definitely losing my pubic hair. I've started measuring myself too, but I think I'll keep that information private.
I haven't written about how I feel in a long time now. I've really tried to control the swearing and its better. The anger and frustration are dropping away a little more each day and that makes it easier. Would I be a problem-child if I wasn't a NIP? Probably. But it isn't the program that is changing me; it's how easy it is for the program to ramp up once you're in it. I'm scared all the time. I still think the city should dump it. Having kids scared of being made a NIP may sound like a good idea but it isn't.
January 5th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #15. Day 5 of 8
It's nearly the end of the school day now. I didn't have anything to write about in my blog, but Mr. Bog sent me a note saying I should try to keep making entries. The Cycle 2 determination hasn't been made yet. Because it's taking so long I'm guessing that it wasn't as cut and dry as I thought and that there is still hope that I'll remain a Cycle 1.
After I finish this entry I have one more class, and then I get to spend some service time helping Drew. I can hardly wait.
Drew kept my friends away from me on the bus again this morning. He had me sit squeezed in between him and a Cindy Roman. We had a very delightful trip and talked about the birds we saw and how much fun I was having. Nothing wrong or unusual happened during the entire trip to school.
January 5th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #16. Day 5 of 8
I don't want to talk about my service time with Drew Dietrich. His friend John Thompson was there too. There were two things they wanted me to clean and I cleaned them. There is nothing more to talk about regarding my service time over there.
After dinner Connor had one of his friends over. They could have gone to the bedroom and played a game or watched movies or anything, but they came out to the garage and visited me. Connor's friend was kind of quiet at first because he didn't know what to say or how to react, but he never tried to get Connor to leave. Then he said, jokingly, that maybe we should play strip poker. It was the first time I've laughed in days and his friend opened up after that and we talked about a lot of stuff.
Then my friends came over and Connor and his friend took off. It was nice, but boring. I'm still glad they came over. There still hasn't been any word on the Cycle 2 yet, and since tomorrow is Saturday I'm guessing that I won't hear anything until Monday. I have more service time with Drew tomorrow and Sunday and I've already shown them that I'll do anything to keep from getting into more trouble.
January 6th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #17. Day 6 of 15
Okay, I know the header is kind of strange. At this time 7 days were added to my sentence and I'm a Cycle 2. But there is a chance the extra days might go away, we'll see. Connor is making me write what happened.
After going to Drew's house for my service time I was brought back home in the back of a police car. I was angry, barely under control, and Connor took me to the garage while the police talked to my parents. My parents had already been told I was officially a Cycle 2 and they assumed when the police brought me home that I had made it worse.
I guess Connor and I will be switching rolls for a while. I think he's the big brother now. He pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me and held my wrists down until I cooled down and could talk. I struggled as hard as I could but I couldn't budge him. Finally I did calm down and told him what happened. He told me to put it all in my blog. I'll guess I should start from the beginning.
Yesterday when I went to Drew's house for my service time. His friend John was there too. Remember yesterday in the blog I said there were two things they wanted me to clean? The two things were their dicks. They told me that I was going to blow them and that there was nothing I could do about it. If I put it in my blog they would deny it and without proof I'd be in even worse trouble. They also told me that Mr. Bog had told them that I was a Cycle 2 and that it would be official on Monday. So I did it. I blew them each twice for my 'service time.'
This morning they wanted more of the same, but since they had gotten away with it once they demanded more. The only thing that saved me was that Mr. Bog had come to tell me I was officially a Cycle 2 and he walked into Drew's bedroom unannounced.
He found me leaning over Drew's bed sucking Drew's dick while John had his dick shoved up my rear. Needless to say, things changed pretty quickly. Mr. Bog demanded to know what was going on but I was close to exploding and could only see blood. I think he realized it because he took me to a different room and called the police and told them to take me home.
So right now my status is kind of questionable. I was made a Cycle 2 Friday evening effective today. The odd thing is that if Drew had just waited one more day, and if he and John had not escalated into the other part, I would have been blowing them anyway and they wouldn't have gotten in trouble for it. Along with the change in status seven days were added to my sentence.
Now that I've written this I do feel better. I know what everybody is going to say, that I'm a, no, I can't use that word. Kids will say that I'm gay, but I'm not. I did it because Drew was right-if I complained and couldn't prove it I'd be a Cycle 3. I had no choice but to do whatever they wanted me to do.
I'm over being mad. I guess whatever happens just happens and I need to wait it out.
January 6th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #18. Day 6 of 15
Mr. Bog came over. The sentence is a legal process and all of the parts of the law were followed. My change in status was driven by my behavior before Drew and his friend violated the law and it was challenged according to the rules. After hearing the reason why and the counter argument, a five-member panel voted unanimously to change my status and increase by punishment time. What Drew and John did doesn't change that.
But now Mr. Bog tells me that good behavior can change my sentence time too. He wants to hear more positive stuff about me from other people and see more acceptable growth in my blog, but there is hope.
And the whole system is thrown into chaos by Drew being arrested since my service time and Cycle 2 punishment were to be directed by him. That is now out of the question and they have to figure out how to deal with it.
I offered a suggestion. Connor. He's dependable. He's honest. He won't do anything he shouldn't. And he won't cut me any slack (he's driven by both love and fear-once you've been a NIP it's easier to be sentenced a second time).
I told Connor when Mr. Bog left and he refused, saying he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me. He asked me how he expected me to give him blow jobs but I told him I have to do it anyway, why not to him? Better him than someone I don't like.
Anyway, the decision is not mine. Mr. Bog promises an answer today.
January 6th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #19. Day 6 of 14
For maintaining control when Drew was abusing his authority over me Mr. Bog removed a day from by sentence. Yea! First time I've had one removed. That's the good news, but even the bad news isn't bad.
My brother won't be the one directing me. It wasn't a bad idea he said, although he did have some doubts. But Drew Dietrich and John Thompson are now Cycle 2 NIPs and somebody needs to direct them. Since I'm also a Cycle 2, I wasn't being considered. So Connor will be Drew's director. John has both a younger brother about Connor's age who will direct him. I don't envy him, I've heard that John picked on and teased his little brother constantly.
My director will be Rick Worth, my best friend. It was explained to him in terms Mr. Bog said were clearly understood that any lying, cheating, or reduction in my Cycle 2 requirements would result in Rick becoming a NIP. He knows the risk and accepted the job. Of course this means that I will be providing oral services for him and anyone else he directs me to provide them to for the remainder of my sentence.
I honestly am dreading the first time that I have to do it with Rick or anyone else he sends me to, but after doing it with Barf, Dietrich, and John Thompson, I think I'll get through it without complaining. Or barfing.
Rick, something I'm sure you're thinking about is our relationship after my sentence is done. Let me make this clear-I'm being punished and you have been put in charge of part of the punishment. When it's done unless you don't want to be we'll still be best friends and nothing you have me do will change that. I hope that's clear.
January 7th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #20. Day 7 of 14
I had my service time at Rick's house this morning. First he wanted to get something out of the way. The THING. I didn't barf and neither did he. The service project was to clean his bathroom. He makes a bigger mess than Dietrich. But I got it clean the first time and didn't have to do it again.
Drew Dietrich was just getting here when I left. He was crying, I mean, really crying. And I saw Connor's pain. Connor wouldn't have minded being in charge of Drew if he were acting like I did. But seeing him cry and beg-Connor's got a big heart and it was breaking. But I'm sure he did what was necessary. You'll have to read Dietrich's blog. I don't think I will. I don't want to know anything that my brother doesn't tell me directly.
I have to go to the Thompson house and provide oral service to Cliff Thompson, John's brother. I am not looking forward to it. I just realized that I have not been sent anywhere by myself since I became a NIP. I wanted to ride my bike because it's two bus stops away but once I got on it naked I decided it would be a lot better to walk. There are two reasons Rick sent me there. One is he knew I wouldn't want to do it with Cliff. And the other is to make sure John isn't being treated unfairly like I was.
Rick also told me he's allowed to 'rent' me out and keep the money. He's considering it and he said he'll do it if I screw up just one time.
January 7th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #21. Day 7 of 14
Cliff Thompson is not what I expected. First, he's a copy of Connor. They both look alike 'down there' (so he's a Tanner stage 2.2?) and his personality is the same as Connor's. It made it a lot easier for me and I now can report that I don't think we have to worry about John being mistreated by him.
After I 'serviced' him, he made me do his brother. Ouch! I didn't expect or like that. Bad memories. But I did it. Cliff just wanted to watch me suck his big brother. Then he wanted John to do me. Which he did, however...
I guess most of you have seen me. The medication is working and regression is not just possible but occurring. I'm smaller now than Connor and have virtually no hair. My voice is getting higher too. I think if Connor was a Tanner 2.2 I must be a 2.0 now. And it's only been a week. I'm worried about what it will be like in ten months. But John did it. I had to tell him when he was done. There wasn't any other way for him to know.
January 8th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #22. Day 8 of 14
Rick has told me to stop beating around the bush. I give him blowjobs; I don't 'service' him. I sucked John and Cliff Thompson and Neil Sporian yesterday.
Rick has also told me to put the measurements I started in the blog. He got the numbers from my medical file courtesy of Mr. Bog. I was 4.25 inches long then (erect). Two days ago I was 4 1/8 inches long. Today just a hair over 4 inches. Not a pubic hair though. I don't have any of those anymore. Way to humiliate your best friend Rick. Maybe I should tell everyone how big he is! I measure him with my tongue every day.
Just kidding Rick, I know I'm still a clown and not showing the proper respect. But you don't even offer me a cigarette after we do it together. (No Mr. Bog, he doesn't smoke! It was just a joke.)
January 13th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #23. Day 13 of 13
Life has been easier this week and I've earned another day reduction on my sentence. I've still got to do my service time for Rick after school, and then of course blow him. He said he'll invite two of our mutual friends over and I'll blow them too. He never did rent me out, at least I'm thankful about that.
Dietrich is adjusting I hear. I don't read any of the blogs. There's now another NIP, Josh Blake, an eighth grader.
I'm down to 3 and 7/8 inches erect now. I look just like I'm ten years old. Almost everyone has stopped making jokes. I guess I look too pathetic to pick on. But if I don't screw up tonight than tomorrow I can wake up and get dressed just like any other kid. Well, except for Drew, John and now Josh. And dad can have his garage back.
May 16th, 2011. Quinn, Brady Entry #24. Day 123 of 13
I just realized that because my six months of puberty blocking is still in place that my blog is still active. I guess it will be until July and my re-entry into puberty won't start again until around November. I've been clean and sober now for 110 days. Rick and I are even better friends then we were before. I'm not proud that I sucked off him plus three other good friends: Greg Bloom, Eric Dunkin, and the one who begged all of us to never tell. But I did it, they enjoyed it, and we're all still friends.
It looked for a little while like Dietrich was going to become the first Cycle 3 NIP but Connor pulled him through. They've actually become friends. Drew and John look just like me now and they are still on the meds too.
By the way, I'm all of 2 inches erect now. I'm basically eight years old downstairs. All my friends are rapidly getting taller but my growth is much slower. I can't play sports with them now. I do better with the elementary kids.
I've watched Connor as he is going through puberty. Because of where he was on that Tanner scale when we started he never got the medications to block puberty and now his body is working just like it should.
After watching Connor start I'm not sure I want to do it again. He complains of aches and pains, he smells, and he is constantly horny. And I mean constantly! His sheets, well, I'd better leave that a secret. He is fully capable of beating me up these days.
He had his first girl friend, it lasted two weeks. He was in the dumps after they broke up and one day he 'snuggled' with me. Back when we were six and four we used to watch the cartoons in our underwear on Saturday mornings and snuggle together. It wasn't quite the same, but it brought back memories of simpler and perhaps happier times. We did discover that we don't both fit on the couch like we used to though.
Connor argues with everyone, he knows everything there is to know in the universe, and he is the clumsiest kid I've ever known. He's worried right now about how his hair looks because he's going to the fifth through seventh grade school dance tonight. I'm going too, but one of the nice parts about being 8 and 13 at the same time is that I don't have those problems anymore. I still know how to make my dick hard but there doesn't seem to be any point to doing it. I occasionally wake up with a boner, but I don't dream sexy dreams and I don't get distracted by cute girls. I can enjoy myself without being constantly worried about how I 'measure up' and my grades at school are nearly all A's (I have a problem with gym, go figure).
Maybe I should do something wrong just so I can get another injection and delay the 'big change' till later. I won't, but I have honestly thought about it. Who needs all that hair and junk anyway? It wasn't like I was using it for anything except messing up my sheets.
Anyway, I think this will be the last post even though I've got a few months more on the drugs. Thanks to all who have read it. It started out humiliating and thanks to Rick ended up that way too. But I wouldn't do it different now even if I could go back. And no matter what I just said about Connor he and I are as tight as ever. Maybe even tighter. But for now, he's still the 'big brother.