Learning His Lesson Part 2
by Aldric

Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com

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Chapter 4 The Next Morning

Brian had heard Brad trying to get comfortable much of the night. 
Brad normally slept on his side, but since Brian had left his
arms bound to his neck, he was unable to do anything except lay
on his back.  But when Brian first noticed the light streaming
through cracks in the blinds, he could hear his brother gently
snoring.  Brian pulled the covers off his brother, noticing that
Brad had a morning erection.  He opened the shades and left to go
get some breakfast.

While he was eating, his mother asked him about how things went
last night.  He told her he was still really angry with Brad for
what happened in the gym, but he was controlling his anger so
that things did not get out of control.

"You know" his mother said, "This isn't designed to go on for
weeks and weeks.  We agreed to this to give you a chance to get
some revenge, you deserve that, but you need to remember two
things.  First, you need to be honest about grading him.  You are
allowed to do as much as you want within the rules for a day, but
then you have to start backing off and let him get back to a
normal life to see how much he has improved.  And second, you
need to be very sure to follow the rules.  There is no reason for
any infraction, and if you get caught, you will spend some time
living in hell just like your brother is.  So you really need to
keep your anger in check and make sure that what you do doesn't
result in problems."

"I know that mom, I sure don't want to end up like he is, and I'm
being real careful.  But Melissa gets too carried away.  I had to
stop her twice yesterday."  Brad was starting to think that
making the videotape yesterday had been a real big mistake.  He
decided he needed to get rid of the tape the first chance he had.

"I plan to have the same talk with her too, but since you've
warned me, I'll be more forceful.  Remember, she's a year younger
than you, and she's a girl who has permission to embarrass the
heck out of her oldest brother.  If you're there and she goes too
far, you need to stop it or I'll have to consider you guilty
too."

Brian agreed to keep close tabs on his sister, and Matt too, but
told his mother that Brad was going to spend the day with them.

"Yes, I know, Mrs. Kirby called and told me.  I told her to have
the same talk with her kids too.  She doesn't think Niccole will
be a problem, or even Matt, but Matt and Melissa together get
into enough trouble as it is.  If they are together, you should
check on them from time to time."

"But mom, that's not fair.  I don't want to be Brad's babysitter. 
I want to spend some time with my friends, and I've got some
stuff to line up to make Brad suffer some more.  Besides, it
isn't right that I should get in trouble for something they do,
if they go too far, and then make them go through the program. 
Together - that would serve them both right."

"I hear you, and I didn't mean to imply that you were in trouble
for things they did, but if you are in a position to stop them
and don't, that's where you get into trouble.  And you don't have
to be there all the time, but the longer they have alone, the
worse they become, so check up on them once in a while.  And
here, this will help."  Brian's mother opened a cabinet and
pulled out two collars.  "These were in case we needed them for
you or Melissa.  I'll warn Melissa, and tell Matt's mother to
warn him, that if you have to keep stopping them that you are
permitted to place a collar on one or both of them. BUT THAT'S
ALL, just the collar.  If I come home and she's wearing one, or
you tried to put one on but she wouldn't let you, then I'll have
to consider her for some time in the program until she can learn
to apply better judgment.  That should help to keep them in line. 
But don't use this unless it is really necessary, and you had
better be able to prove there was a problem.  Understand?"

Brian agreed, at least the direct reminder would help keep him
from constantly having to step in and stop her and Matt.  He told
his mom Brad's attempting to fake an orgasm and that they had
used the short strap and that Melissa was supposed to give Brad
five strokes yet this morning.  She said she would talk to
Melissa as soon as Melissa got up.  "Oh, by the way, I saw that
you kept Brad tied up last night.  He can't sleep well like that,
and he's going to need some rest, so don't do it two nights in a
row."

"I won't" Brian replied.  "But I thought we were supposed to tire
him out some so that he's cranky in order to see if he's
learning."

"That's right, but don't get him too tired, you have to give him
a chance. Besides, the constant embarrassment will tire him out
enough.  Look, I know you've already made up your mind to
continue this another 24 hours, which doesn't surprise me.  From
what you've said, it certainly will be justified.  But I want to
warn you again to be fair.  Just remember that if your dad and I
need to override your vote you can lose your right to have a
decision."

"Okay mom, I won't let my anger cause me to make bad decisions. 
I can be fair too, but I've got to get some fun out of this,
after all it is his punishment."  Brian put his dishes in the
sink and headed out to the garage.  He decided the first thing he
had to do was to lose the tape he had hidden, but the van was
gone.  Brad came back into the kitchen.  "Mom, where's the van?"

"Oh, that's right, you dad had to take it to work this morning. 
His car has a flat, so he left it in the driveway.  With all the
new construction going on, several cars have gotten flat tires
this week.  Today is Mrs. Kirby's turn to drive to work, but if
you could, have Brad put the spare on, would you?  Then when I
get home from work I can take it over to get it fixed"

"Um, sure mom, I will."  But Brian was already feeling like he
was on real thin ice.  He knew he had to get that tape as soon as
possible.

Right after Brian left, a loud cry of pain from Brad's room
caused his mom to jump up from her coffee to go see what was
wrong.

Melissa had waken up and looked in Brad and Brian's room to see
if they were up yet.  Brian was gone, but Brad was still asleep,
with no covers on and his penis sticking up against his belly. 
Melissa saw the strap still tied to his collar and remember that
she owed him five more slaps with it this morning.

Brad woke up as Melissa sat on his chest and pulled the strap
free from the collar.  Without warning, she slapped it hard
against his penis, and the end snapped across his balls with a
loud smack.  She knew immediately from his loud scream that she
was in trouble.  "Please don't tell mom I did that.  Please! 
Don't tell, and I'll forget about the rest of the spanking and go
easy on you today."

Brad was fighting back tears, struggling against the binding to
try and rub the welt that was forming on his ball sack.  "Okay"
he said through the pain.  "But I want some answers.  I want to
know some of the rules.  Either that, or I tell."

Just then their mother entered the room and saw Melissa with the
strap in her hand and the red welt on Brad.  "What happened!" she
demanded.

"I owed Brad five spankings today.  I only had one to go, but he
twisted and I accidentally hit him in his balls.  I didn't mean
to."

Their mom looked doubtful.  "Brad, what happened?"

Brad discovered that he was even more embarrassed at being seen
naked by his mother than he was by his sister, but there wasn't
anything he could do about it.  But the pain was subsiding, and
now he had a chance to get some control back in his life.  "It's
like she said mom.  It really hurt, and I tried to make her miss. 
I don't think she meant to hit me there."

Mom thought about it for a second.  She wasn't sure if the story
was true, but Brad didn't deny it.  She guessed he was using it
for an advantage, and decided it would be better to find out
during her private talk with Melissa.  Since Brad supported her
story, she would let it pass with a warning able going too far,
and a second one about letting Brad manipulate her.  "Okay.  Undo
Brad's arms and come to the kitchen for breakfast.  Brad, you
need to go take a shower."

"But mom, I just had one . . ."

She cut him off in mid sentence.  "Brad!  One of the things you
are supposed to be learning from this experience is to DO WHAT
YOU'RE TOLD.  I didn't ask when you last had a shower, I said to
get in there and take one."  Just then she spotted Kevin, Brad's
best friend, across the street delivering the morning papers. 
"Melissa, go ahead and chain his arms up again."  She waited
until Brad's arms were once again bound to his neck.

"Since you can't seem to follow instructions yet, go out to the
curb and get the paper from Kevin when he gets here.  And since
you have so much to talk about any other morning while I'm
waiting for my paper, you will stay out there and answer all of
his questions.  You cannot say or do anything to make him leave;
instead you will stay there on the curb until he decides its time
to get back to his route.  If I find out you said anything to
make him leave, I'll really be angry."

The idea of having to walk outside completely naked with his
hands bound in broad daylight was bad enough, but to have to
explain to his best friend what was going on was more then he
could stand.  Tears burst froth from his eyes again, this time
from shame rather than from pain.  But his mother had no sympathy
for him.  Taking the strap from Melissa's hand, she hit him
across the buttocks, making him jump.  "Unless you are on the
curb before he gets here, I'll come out and spank you in front of
him.  Now get!"

Brad hurried out, not wanting to let it get any worse than it
already was.  He reached the curb just as Kevin pulled up on his
bike.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kevin asked though his laughter. 
He and Brad were good friends, but seeing Brad naked on the
street with his arms tied to a collar around his neck was too
much for him to not laugh.

Brad had to stand out there and tell Kevin everything that had
been done.  While he was talking, Niccole came out and walked
over to get her family's paper from Kevin.  "Nice outfit today,
Brad.  But aren't you worried about getting a sun burn?"  She
stood there and stared at him as she and Kevin shared a laugh. 
Just to make it worse, Brad was getting hard, and then Matt came
out.

"Oh, look, Niccole, he must really like you.  He's got a boner
again."

This caused a new round of laughter.  Then Matt brought out his
most prized possession, the key to the locks on Brad's wrists. 
"Watch this," he said as he undid one of Brad's wrists.  "If he
gets a boner, anyone can make him beat off.  So go ahead, Brad,
right here.  Beat off."

"I can't believe you're doing this," said Kevin as Brad commenced
rubbing his penis.  "You're letting a little kid make you beat
off in public.  Man, are you a wus or what!"

"Yeah, like you would do something different if you were in his
place" said Niccole.

"First, I wouldn't be in his place.  Nobody could make me do
that.  And second, if this little faggot here tried to make me
beat off, I'd take his clothes and leave him naked just like we
did to Brian in the gym."

"Is that so Kevin?"  Brad's mother had come up behind him without
Kevin being aware she was there.  "Neither Brian nor Brad ever
said you were involved in that stupid stunt.  Thanks for owing up
to it."  That wasn't really true, Brian had told everything that
had happened, and nobody had asked Brad, but that didn't matter. 
"Now that you've implicated yourself, I'll be having a little
talk with your mother about this."

Kevin realized he had said something he shouldn't have.  But
nobody would ever do to him what was being done to Brad, would
they?  "Um, I'd better go and finish my route" he said, mounting
his bike and riding off.

Thanks to the scene in the front yard, Brad's mother had been
given plenty of time to have a long talk with Melissa.  Melissa
had finally confessed that she had intended to hit 
Brad's balls, but she didn't know it would hurt that much.  Her
mom told her that if Brad hadn't backed up her story, she could
be outside with him.  Then she warned her about not letting Brad
use the lie to manipulate her.  She offered Melissa a way around
the promise tell Brad that she had decided to tell the truth, and
either Brad would have to admit he had lied, and therefore suffer
the penalty for a second lie, or just forget about it, but there
was no deal.  This, she knew, would be completely unfair to Brad,
and she explained to Melissa why that was part of his lessons. 
He had given up a chance to get her into trouble and had not
gotten anything for it.  But she reminded Melissa that Brad would
not be expected to lie to protect her ever again if she took this
action.

"As soon as you are finished out here Brad you can come back
inside," she said, picking up the paper from the curb.  She saw
him try and hide his erection from her, and decided to make him
suffer even more.  "Actually, it's nearly time for me to go to
work, I think I'll just stay here and wait from Matt's mother to
pick me up."

Brad couldn't believe he now had to beat off with his mother
watching.  His penis began to go soft.

"If that goes soft before you are done, we will come out here and
do this every morning and evening until you get used to it."

"Yeah, just think, Niccole can come and watch you twice a day,"
added Matt.

Matt didn't realize it, but he just made life easier for Brad. 
The thought of Niccole watching him allowed him to get hard
again.  Just as Matt's mother was pulling up, Brad was able to
cum.  He turned immediately to go into the house and avoid being
seen by Mrs. Kirby, but his mother waited until she got to the
driveway before calling him back.  "Oh, Brad, come back and get
the paper and take it up to the house like I told you to do
before."

Brad had to turn and walk back to the curb with his mom and Mrs.
Kirby both staring at him.  Matt realized what had happened, and
let out a yell of joy.  As Matt bent to pick up the paper with
his one unbound hand, Matt stopped him and gave the 'hands up'
command.  Brad immediately straightened and raised his arm.  That
reminded Brad's mother that she needed to talk to Matt.  "Matt,
let that go for now.  Ride to the corner with your mom and me,
would you?

As they drove off, Brad headed back towards the house.  With only
Melissa there, he was a little worried, but since he had
protected her earlier, he figured he could get through the day a
little easier.

When he entered the house, Brad walked over to his sister and
asked her if she would undo his other arm from the lock.  After
she did, he asked if she would take the collar off, but she
wouldn't.  "Oh well, he thought, at least my arms are both free
for the first time since last night."  "I'm going to up and get
dressed," he said, looking at her for a reaction.

"No, sit down.  While you were out playing with yourself, I
picked out what you will be wearing today."  Melissa was pleased
to see Brad's face redden.  She handed him something out of the
very back of his bottom drawer.

The boxers were terrible, with pictures of animals on them, and
about two sizes too big.  They had been a gift from a well-
meaning aunt, but other than making Brad write a thank you note,
their mom had never mentioned them, let alone make him wear them. 
Brad looked at them with a sense of dread, but finally took them
from her hands.  "Okay, what else?" he asked.

"Oh, just a tee shirt" she said, tossing him one that had come
out of the rag bin because it was too small for him and Brian
didn't want it.

"Aw, come on.  I thought we were going to get along better after
what happened this morning" Brad tried.

"What happened this morning is that you tried to trick me into
telling you the rules that you are supposed to know."

"But I lied for you, to keep you out of trouble" Brad replied,
his voice rising.

"You lied?  You'd better be careful admitting that.  The
punishments grow worse and the straps longer each time you lie."

"Okay, then I'll tell mom the truth."

"I already told mom what happened, that I hit your balls not
realizing it would hurt you so much, and that I asked you to
cover for me.  She was mad at me, but since I told the truth and
you didn't, nothing is going to happen to me.  And the truth is,
you lied.  If you want to tell mom that, go ahead.  She should be
at work by in a few minutes, call her up, and tell her you lied. 
The only part of the deal I'm going to keep is to not declare
your statement a lie, so nothing happens to you either.  Unless
you want to admit to lying.  So either call her and find out what
happens, or get dressed.  You have some work to do today before
you go to play with Matt."

The feeling of betrayal brought Brad's anger out.  "Damn you,
this isn't fair.  You broke the rules, and we made a deal" he
shouted at her.  "I ought to . . ."

"You ought to what?  Mom was right; you aren't ready yet for any
better treatment.  I was really going to let you dress in these"
she held up a pair of his favorite boxers, a good pair of shorts,
and a nice shirt that she had hidden behind a chair "but you
don't deserve them.  So wear what I gave you or go naked!"

Despite his best effort, Brad could not stop himself from crying. 
He couldn't believe his little sister had tricked him.  "Please,
give me another chance.  I won't yell at you again," he said
through his sobs.

"The purpose of your punishment is to get you to do what you're
told and to stop acting like a bully.  You'll get more chances
later; everything we do to you is a test.  As soon as you start
showing respect, this will be over."

"I try, but it takes time to change.  You don't know how
embarrassing this is for me.  Give me another chance, please."

"How embarrassing do you think it was for Matt when you pantsed
him in front of the all the neighbor kids?  And how about Brian? 
And they didn't even do anything.  You brought this on yourself. 
Learn from it!"

Brad reluctantly gave up and pulled on the boxers.  He noticed
that the fly had two buttonholes, but both buttons were missing. 
The tea shirt barely stretched over his chest, and didn't even
come down to his navel.  He knew he must look like a fool, he
certainly felt like one.  The boxers slid low on his hips, and he
had to keep pulling them up.  "At least tell me this: was Brian
allowed to video tape me last night?"

"What? No way.  No pictures of any type are allowed at all.  But
he couldn't have, I was right there.  You must be lying again,
and I won't protect you from this lie."

"I heard him start the hidden VCR for the nanny cam.  He
blindfolded me so I wouldn't see him, and you were out of the
room."

"What's a nanny cam?  What are you talking about?"

Brad showed her where the equipment was hidden.  He looked, but
there was no tape in the VCR.  But he turned it on, and showed
why Brian made him stand and lie in certain spots.  "It's been
here since we were little kids, so that mom and dad knew how our
babysitters treated us.  I showed it to Brian a year ago.  It
even explains why he only undid my left hand.  I'm right handed,
but he knew if I used my right hand it would block the shot when
I was beating off.  So he left that one tied up and I had to use
my left hand."

Melissa had never known about the camera, but Brad's description
made sense to her.  The blindfold hadn't made any sense, and she
had sensed that Brian's reason for it was a lie when he said it. 
"Are you really sure this happened?  I mean, you know it
happened, not just you think it did?"

"I know what I heard, I've heard it before.  Brian started up the
both the camera and tape recorder."

"Brad, I'm going to tell mom about this, but this is a serious
accusation you are making.  If you can't prove it, and mom or dad
agree with him, well, I can't say what happens to you, but it's
bad."

"Then don't say anything until I find the tape.  That will prove
it."

"No, you've accused him of violating one of the rules.  He could
be in big trouble.  I'll look for the tape, and if I find it then
I'll give it to mom.  I just hope you're telling the truth."

"Of course I am."  Then Brad had a thought.  "Wait a minute;
you're enjoying what's happening to me.  If you tell mom what I
said, and there's no tape, then you get more.  How do I know you
won't protect Brian?"

"Brad, now you're accusing me of participating in violating the
rules, you're getting in deeper.  Besides, if there is a tape,
Brian will have a collar on by tonight.  And to have both of you
at my mercy, now that would be a dream come true.  No, if I find
a tape, he's toast.  But while I look, you're supposed to change
the flat tire on dad's car, and then you're going over to play
with Matt."

"Can I have something to eat first please?  I didn't get any
dinner last night."

"I'm sorry; I guess Brian and me forgot.  Yes, make anything you
want, but I'll only give you 45 minutes.  Then you need to do
what I said."

"So I'm not in trouble for asking?"

"No, you said please, and you had a good reason.  You aren't my
slave; you're still my brother.  You just have to learn to do
what you're told even when you don't want to or you don't think
you're getting your own way."

As he was making breakfast, he told her all of Brian's hiding
places that he knew of.  As he finished eating, he started to get
up and go change the tire, but then he figured he should clean up
his mess.  He was just heading out the door when Melissa came
into the kitchen.  "Oh, good, you're right on time.  I was just
going to tell you to head out.  And even better, you cleaned up
after yourself.  Maybe you are getting better.  But bad news, I
looked everywhere you said, but no tape.  But thanks to you, I
did find something else that will get him in trouble.  Come in
and wash up after you change the tire and I'll show it to you."

Brad worked hard, glad his arms were free.  It didn't take him
long to change the tire and put jack back in the trunk.  When he
went in and washed his hands, Melissa came to him with a playboy
magazine open to the centerfold.  Brad had seen it before, in
fact, he had given it to Brian.  But the picture stirred up his
penis, and with nothing to restrain it stuck right out though the
open fly.

"Perfect, that's exactly the reaction I was hoping for.  Off you
go now to see Matt, and don't dawdle; I want you to get there
while that is still hard.  He's in the fort out back, and he has
his walky-talky with him, I told him you were on your way.

Chapter 5

The fort was a fairly well made collection of scrap wood from
various new home construction in the area, set just behind the
property line between the two houses.  The area behind them
hadn't been developed, and was mostly trees and brush with trails
leading off to several areas.  Since it was secluded, Brad was
very nervous heading out to be with Matt without his sister or
brother along.  But Matt knew he was on his way, Brad guessed
that his sister had told him about his boner, so he didn't have
any choice but to show up with it sticking out the front of the
boxers.  Brad tried to stick it back inside, but with the large
opening and no buttons, it wouldn't stay.  The boxers slid down
to his hips every few steps, so he walked along holding them up.

As he penetrated the first row of trees, he heard a noise from
the brush off to his left.  As he started to turn, he heard a
voice say "keep looking straight ahead, you're my prisoner."

Brad didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded like a young boy,
so it was probably one of Matt's friends.  Brad stopped walking,
but kept facing forward.  He felt something cold poke him in the
back.  "Don't make any sudden moves or I'll have to shoot you. 
My partner is going to blindfold you.  Go ahead Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith was obviously shorter than Brad because he had to reach
to tie the blindfold around Brad's eyes, but once he did Brad
couldn't see anything.  He could hear the boys start giggling
from in front of him and knew they were staring at his penis. 
Then he felt one of them slid something over his penis and pull
tight.

"Okay, prisoner, you're coming with us.  The general will want to
interrogate you personally."  There was a gentle tug from
whatever was tied to his penis, so Brad walked along.  After just
a few steps he heard one of the boys whisper to the other, then
the cold object was poked in his back again.  "Put your arms up
and kept them there, or I'll shoot you."

After a dozen steps, the boxers had slid down so that only his
boner was holding them up.  The boys stopped him, and slid them
off, pulling the line tied to his penis through the opening. 
They made him step out of them, then they tugged again on his
dick, so off they went again, only now Brad was wearing only the
tiny tea shirt and a pair of shoes.

They walked slowly along for about ten minutes.  It felt to Brad
like they made several turns, but he couldn't be sure.  Finally,
the tugging stopped, and as Brad stopped he felt something
snapped onto the loops on his wristbands.  Immediately after
that, his arms were pulled up and apart till he was being pulled
straight.

"Spread you legs" someone said, and Brad spread them out as much
as he could, increasing the force on this arms.  Then his legs
were tied and pulled farther apart, so that the lines attached to
his wrists supported much of his weight.  Brad was unable to move
more than an inch in any direction, so he was completely at the
mercy of the kids that had captured him.

The blindfold was removed, and Brad saw that he was surrounded by
at least a dozen kids ranging in age from eight or nine up to
maybe fourteen.  Four of the kids he could see were girls, and he
could hear more kids behind him.  The boy who had taken off the
blindfold then poked him in the side with the open end of a
bottle, making Brad jump.  "Good thing you did like you were
told, or I woulda shot you."

Brad studied the faces of the kids, realizing with horror that he
recognized most of boys as kids he and Kevin had picked on
several times in the past.  With even greater horror, he saw that
the oldest girl was Sandra Haggerty, who had been in several of
his classes at school.

And it was Sandra who Matt turned to, saying, "General Haggerty,
as promised, my men have captured a prisoner for you to
interrogate."

Brad's heart fell; this event would be spread all over school. 
He'd never be able to look a girl in the face again.  Sandra
walked slowly up to him, looking all over him.  She pulled the
tee shirt up as high as she could, then reached out and ran her
hand across his groin, making his penis jump.  "He has hair here;
we will start by removing it.  Someone take care of it."  A quick
discussion was held, and one of the kids went running off back
toward the houses.  Brad's penis continued to twitch as Sandra
walked around him, feeling his chest, his arms, and then gently
squeezing his buttocks.

When she got back around to his front, she reached down for his
penis again.  Brad looked down, and saw that a thin ribbon with a
slipknot was tied around the middle of his dick.  She loosened it
up, with Brad's dick jerking up and down with each touch, and
then slipped it all the way to the base of his dick, pulling the
ribbon tight.

"What is your name, prisoner?" she asked, looking him in the
eyes.

"Brad Weslo" he answered.

"And what grade are you in at school?"

"I just finished seventh grade," he answered, wondering why she
was asking stuff she already knew.

"And who is the prettiest girl in the seventh grade, Brad Weslo? 
Answer loudly now, we have a big audience here."

Brad was stuck.  He liked Crystal Albury, but he was afraid of
what would happen if he didn't say Sandra's name.  Then there was
that thing about lying.  "Crystal Albury" he said, watching for a
reaction.  His arms were already growing tired, and he knew they
hadn't even started on him yet.

"Not me?  Are you sure?  Or do you want to change your answer?"

Brad knew that this was a lose-lose situation, so he stuck by his
first choice.  "Crystal. But you are second."

"So I'm prettier than every girl in class except for Crystal. 
That's good to know."  Brad had that sinking feeling in his gut
again, knowing that this statement would be spread through the
school next year.  "Now, who's the dumbest boy in school?"

Brad didn't even need to think for that one.  "Me" he answered
softly.

"You need to speak up; everyone wants to hear the interrogation. 
But not counting you or your best friend Kevin, who is the
dumbest kid in school?"

Without thinking, Brad just blurted out the name of a boy from
his brother's class.  "David Penn."

"And why do you think David Penn is stupid?"

Brad had no idea, he had just picked the first name he could
think of, but he was given a few seconds to think about his
answer as the boy who had ran off earlier came back holding a
plastic safety razor.  "Did I miss anything?" he asked as he
handed the razor to Sandra.

"No, we were waiting for you.  But Brad was just about to tell us
why he thinks David Penn is the stupidest kid in the entire
school, weren't you, Brad?"

"I guess he probably doesn't get good grades."

"You guess, or you know he doesn't?"

"Well, I don't know, so I just guess he doesn't."

"So do you really think he is dumb, or were you lying to us?"

Brad was stuck again.  Matt knew the rules about lying, but the
fact was Brad didn't know anything at all about David Penn.  He
decided to be almost honest.  "I don't really know anything about
him; I just wanted to give you an answer hoping you would let me
go."

"So you lied, is that what you're saying?"

"No, not really.  I mean, I don't think he's dumb, he might be,
but I don't know.  But I wasn't even really answering the
question, it's just that I'm scared and embarrassed right now,
and I just chose a name at random."

"So you're scared of me?  Okay, we'll let that go for now, but
think, who do you really think is the dumbest boy in school?"

Brad thought for a few seconds.  "Well, Bug Fierro is kind of
slow.  I mean, everyone picks on him, and he falls for the pranks
all the time."

"Bug Fierro, is that what you call him?  I think is name is
Steve, isn't it?  And what pranks have you played on him?"

Brad just kept getting in deeper.  "Yeah, I guess his name is
Steve, but everyone I know calls him Bug.  When we were in fifth
grade, my friends and I spilled water on his pants in the rest
room so that it looked like he wet his pants."

"And are these the same friends that stripped him down to his
underwear on the bus this year and tossed his clothes out the
window?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," said Brad, not liking where this
conversation was going.

"How do you think he felt about that?"

"Well, probably not as bad as I do now."

"Well, let's find out.  Steve, come up here please."  Steve
Fierro stepped up from behind Brad.  "Steve, how did you feel
about when Brad here did those things to you?"

"I hated him.  I always wished someone would do that to him so
that he knew what it felt like, but I was afraid of him.  He told
me he would get me worse if I told on him."

"Well Steve, I can see why you would be scared, after all, Brad
was never alone, was he?"  Sandra didn't wait for him to answer. 
"Steve, this is kind of an embarrassing question, but it would
help if you could answer it honestly.  Do you have hair on your
groin yet?"

Steve's face reddened, and he looked down at the ground as he
softly answered "No, not yet."

"Do you think it's fair that you are the same age as Brad and he
has hair and you don't?"

Steve had figured out what was coming, and looked up, a little
happier now.  "No, that's not fair."

Sandra handed the razor to Steve.  "Then, why don't you correct
the problem then."

Brad only had a few strands of hair, just barely visible above
his penis, but he was proud of them and didn't like losing them. 
The first few strokes with the razor caught and burned until one
of the girls produced some hand lotion that helped lubricate. 
Very quickly, Steve scraped off the hair on Brad's groin and then
ran the razor across his balls.

When he was done, the girls were all called up to see how smooth
Brad's groin was.  The several pair of hands rubbing across his
groin caused him to try and twist and turn, but he couldn't get
away.  When one of the girls ran her hand down his rock-hard
penis, he thought he was going to shoot, but only a tiny bit of
cum leaked out.  As had happened the night before, Brad could
feel the strongest need to be able to beat off, but wasn't able
to.

Sandra looked at Steve and stated "I thought you said he could
cum with that around his dick?"

"I think it needs to tie across the top of his balls too, like
this."  Steve took the free end of the ribbon and wrapped it
twice across his balls, tying it off tightly.  Sandra stroked
Brad's still jerking penis, and Brad's cum shot out in several
weak spurts that did not relieve Brad's need to jerk off.  "Well,
I thought it would work," said Steve, walking away with a frown,
not realizing that his plan did indeed work.

Sandra lifted Brad's chin until he was looking straight ahead
instead of the ground.  "Here's the punishment for picking on
Steve here.  For the rest of this year, you are not allowed to
have pubic hair.  If anyone sees that you do, then we will hold
you down and shave you, and make you stay that way for another
year.  Do you understand?  From now until New Years day, you stay
just as smooth as you are now."

Brad was already seeing the implications.  This fall he would be
starting eighth grade, and he would be the only kid in the
showers after gym with a bald groin.  "But what if my time, I
mean, you know, my punishment time, end before then?" asked Brad,
hoping.

"Doesn't matter.  This has nothing to do with that; this is this
gang's punishment for picking on several of these kids.  Stay
hairless like now, or we'll see to it you get another chance."

Sandra then called all the kids together.  "Here's the deal for
all who want to stay.  The girls are going to come up here one at
a time, and either rub his dick like I did a minute ago, or do
something to make it jerk like this."  Gail used her fingernail
to trace an imaginary circle around the base of Brad's dick.  His
dick rose ever harder.  Whichever you do, you have to do it for
five seconds.  If you make Brad cum, or orgasm, then you have to
take off an article of clothing.  But if you can do it for five
seconds without getting him off, then you can choose any boy here
and they have to take off one article of clothing.  And there's a
bonus, if you can make Brad make noise, like this" Gail again ran
her nail around Brad's dick, but faster and a little deeper until
Brad moaned, "then you get a one-clothing item bonus.  And if you
can get him to beg you to stop, then it's worth four items of
clothing.  We keep this up until two kids are naked."

Sandra walked behind Brad and started giving him a shoulder
massage.  "Here's where you come in," she said to Brad.  "Once we
have two naked kids, Brad has fifteen minutes to hide their
clothes.  Then the naked kids have a half hour to find them.  If
they do, they can get dressed, and poor Brad here will have to
get tied back up and we'll play again.  But if they don't, then
Brad can wear their clothes home, and they stay naked until they
either go home or find some clothes to wear.  So it's a real
challenge.  Any questions?"

"What if one person finds the other person's clothes but not
their own?"

"Oh, I was assuming that Brad would hide them in the same spot,
but good question.  I guess the person who found the cloths could
wear them, and Brad would get the pair that didn't get found." 
The person who asked the question nodded his head indicating the
answer was acceptable.

"Who goes first?"

"We'll let Brad pick each girl, except that he can't choose one
twice until everyone has had one turn."

"Do you have to stop after five seconds?" one girl asked.

"Another good question.  No, in fact if you want to make him beg
you almost certainly will have to go longer.  But misjudge and
you lose."

A boy asked, "How do we know if she was trying for one, three, or
four items of clothes?"

"I hadn't thought of that," Sandra said.  While she was thinking,
Steve volunteered an answer.  "She has to say which one first,
and if she says three or four, she has to keep going until either
he loses or shoots."

Several of the kids nodded and said 'good answer' and so that was
decided.  There weren't any more questions, so Sandra said "This
is a scary dare for the losers, so if anyone doesn't want to
play, they need to leave now."  Two kids, both boys of about
nine, walked back to the perimeter and stood there.  "No, leave
the woods.  If you are brave enough to risk losing, then you are
going to miss out on seeing someone else lose.  If you don't
play, and we catch you hanging around here, we'll strip you naked
and take your clothes with us.  So either stay or go home."  Both
boys looked at each other, shook their heads, and walked off."

"Okay, I guess the rest of us are fair game.  Brad, who gets to
start?"

Brad knew he wasn't going to enjoy this, so he had spent the
questioning period trying to develop a strategy.  He decided the
only way he could win was if he got to see one or more of the
girls naked too, and he would rather see one of the older girls
naked than one of the younger ones.  He was more likely to be
able to withstand the younger ones, so he wanted the older girls
to have to go last.  "That girl over there" he said, pointing his
nose a girl of nine or ten.

The girl blushed deeply, but looked eager at seeing Brad close
up.  "Just one item" she said, and then ran her finger around
Brad's groin.  Brad swayed on the ropes and his penis jerked
while the other kids counted to five, but he had no trouble
keeping from shooting.  The girl looked at a boy her age and said
"Sammy, you lose."  The boy she chose yanked off one shoe and
threw it up near Brad.

Brad indicated the next girl, and she decided to try for three. 
She also ran her fingers around Brad's groin, but very softly. 
Between the tickling and the bumps on his dick, Brad could hardly
contain himself, and after a few seconds groined.  The girl
stopped right away and looked at Sammy.

"That's not fair," he said, but everyone else said tough, there
was no rule that said they couldn't do the same boy every turn. 
Sammy pulled off his other shoe and both socks.

The next girl was about twelve, but overweight.  Brad would
rather have one of the other girls lose, so he hoped she would be
quick because Brad knew he was likely to shoot at the first
touch.  "I'm going for four," she said proudly.  Brad moaned
silently, and then braced himself as she reached for him.  But
she surprised him by grabbing his penis with her left hand and
using her fingernail to lightly scratch around his piss hole. 
Brad pulled so hard he thought he would dislocate his arms. 
Without even being aware of what he was doing he shouted "Oh,
god, stop!"

The girl looked at Steve.  "This is for calling me Miss Piggy
last year Bug."  Steve blushed deeply, and took off his shoes. 
Then everyone saw that he wasn't wearing any socks.  Off came his
shirt, and he had no undershirt on.  That left his pants, which
he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped, and then, turning his back to
most of his audience, pulled them off.  He was wearing a pair of
white briefs, and the outline of his boner was clearly visible. 
The girl got a loud cheer as she stepped back down.

Meanwhile, Brad was leaking precum and needed to shoot.  He was
sure that any touch at all would bring him off, so he called on
Sandra.

Sandra didn't hesitate, but stepped over and said "just one." 
Then she used two fingers to rub each side of Brad's dick, making
sure to not pull the skin back.  The feeling didn't help Brad's
effort to cum, and after five seconds she stepped back and said,
"sorry Bug, but I guess you just learned the price for calling
people names."  Steve face went even deeper red as the kids all
chanted "take em off, take em off" and he hooked his fingers into
the waist band and pulled them down and off, tossing them on the
pile and standing there trying to cover his boner with his hands.

Brad was still desperate for a sexual release, so he called on a
girl from the same grade as him.  But she had been paying
attention to what Sandra had done and also choose just one.  Her
touch was a little stronger, and Brad felt like he could almost
get off as the kids were counting out the forth second.  "Keep
going, please," he said softly, but she stopped as soon as the
count reached five.  "Too bad I didn't try for a three, I got him
to beg.  But let's see, there are so many good choices here.  You
Keith" she said to the biggest boy there.

"Me? But I thought I was your boyfriend! How could you?"  But he
was smiling as he took off a shoe.  But at least one girl noticed
that he also wasn't wearing any socks.

Brad's strategy wasn't working.  Next he went back to a younger
girl and choose one of his sister's friends.  Last year her top
had come off when they were all running around playing tag and
she had blamed Brian for pulling it off.  She didn't have any
tits then, and probably still didn't, but Brad had to try
something.

As she walked up, she bravely said "Four!" and proceeded to try
just what the last two girls had done, but her grip was stronger,
and her hand pulled the skin taught, until after two strokes Brad
could feel his orgasm start.  But although he felt like he was
cumming, the ribbon around his dick and balls prevented most of
the cum from being ejaculated, and he was left still very much
needing to beat off.  But the girl had lost, so off came her
shoes and socks.

There was only girl left, one that Brad didn't know but appeared
to be about his age.  She came up and confidently called out for
a three.  She used her left hand to clamp down on Brad's dick
right behind his head, while she used long fingernails from her
right hand to rub against the skin of the head.  Once again, Brad
couldn't stand the feeling, and was yanking at the ropes.  "Ahh,
ahh, oh, stop, stop" was all he could say, and the girl let go. 
Brad could feel even more cum backing up, but as soon as she
stopped he couldn't do anything to gain release.

The girl didn't even hesitate, pointing at Keith.  "You lose
four, take them off" she said with a smirk.

Keith was mentally counting the items of clothes he had left, and
realized he would be naked.  About the same time, his girlfriend
saw the lack of socks.  "Wait a minute" she said with a big
smile, "it looks like you lost it all!"

The crowd of kids began chanting again and Keith stood there
looking very embarrassed, but finally he stripped off all of his
clothes and joined Steve in trying to cover up with his hands. 
Several of the boys tried to pull their arms free, but both boys
hung on and for the most part kept their privates hidden.  Once
the kids quieted down, Sandra had an idea.  "Okay," she said,
"the losers have to untie him so he can go and hide your
clothes."

"Both boys immediately realized that would mean they would be
exposed, and tried to complain, but the other kids all started
yelling and cheering and they finally gave in.  They both tried
to turn their backsides to the kids, but the crowd kept moving
around to get a look at their dicks, especially the girls.  While
they worked on the knots, Keith said just loud enough for Brad to
hear but not the other kids "You'd better hide my clothes where I
can find them, or I'm gonna get you as bad as I can every chance
I get."

But Brad really wanted his clothes; Steve's would never come
close to fitting him.  After being naked for the better part of
the last sixteen hours, he really wanted some clothes to wear.

As soon as Brad was free, he reached down to try and pump his
dick to release pent up pressure.  Sam saw him do this and walked
up and said "Hand's up!"  Brad looked at him in disbelieve, but
reluctantly raised his arms.

"If you do that again, I tie your arms up there, then it won't be
as easy to hide the clothes."

Sandra pushed two plastic bags into his arms that contained the
pants, shirt, and underwear of Sam and Keith.  "You have fifteen
minutes.  If you aren't back here by then, then they are allowed
to get dressed and we start over."

"But I don't have a watch on" Brad said.  "How will I know how
much time I have?"

Sandra looked at her watch.  "Fourteen minutes 47 seconds" was
all she said.

Brad hurried away, trying to think where he could hide the
clothes.  Not sure of the time, he rolled a log over and put
Bug's clothes in its place, then pulled the log back.  He used a
few precious seconds to cover up the exposed parts of the bag
with leaves.

Then he looked harder for a place to hide Keith's clothes.  He
was concerned about the threat Keith had made, but he wanted the
clothes too much to give in.  But trying to keep mental track of
the time, he was afraid he was taking too long.  He saw a split
trunk about six feet off the ground and tossed the bag up there,
hoping the Keith wouldn't look up as he hunted.  Then he hurried
back.

"Back already?  You still had five minutes left" Sandra said. 
"Okay you two, you have thirty minutes.  Lots of luck."  Both
boys took of as fast as they could while still trying to keep
their midsections covered.

While they were gone, Brad kept hoping for a chance to beat off
as his dick was still rock hard and the feeling in his balls was
getting more and more intense.  But Sam kept an eye on him the
whole time.

Steve was back first, fully dressed, and he was only gone ten
minutes.  There was a mixed response from the kids, but Steve was
happy to be dressed again.  Ten minutes later, Keith returned,
pants on and buttoning up his shirt.

"Okay, we start again.  Let loose the ropes and string our
prisoner up again, we have a new game," yelled Sandra, to the
cheers of the other kids.  Brad didn't want to play this game all
day; he felt he would explode if he couldn't get the ribbon off
his dick.  But it took just a few minutes for him to be strung
out taunt again.

"Okay, this time around, each attempt is worth two, four, or six
articles of clothing.  So Brad, who goes first this time?"