Chris’s dad, Felix had noticed his son had been a tad moody for a few days after the zoom call that had ended with Chris covered in his own cum after masturbating to a spectacular climax sat on his dad’s lap in front of the webcam.
Felix resolved to have a word with Chris. He wondered whether his son’s glum expression had something to do with Chris feeling as though he’d let himself down after he told Felix the reason he’d not masturbated for nearly a week. It turned out that Chris had subscribed to a website that encouraged teen boys like Chris to stop masturbating as a way of enhancing their athletic performance. Boys on the site openly shared their experiences about keeping to their self-imposed chastity, logging when they masturbated and seeking support when they most needed it in order to help them stick to the regime. There was considerable debate about whether it was okay to edge; some boys arguing that it was too dangerous; too easy for horny young boys to get carried away, reach the point of no return, unable to stop themselves from ejaculating.
Felix was partially right in his assessment of the reason for his son’s mood. But then he remembered that Doug, the son of Felix’s old friend, Frank, must have seen Chris masturbating when he appeared next to his dad on his screen and called out, “Hiya!”. Doug was a classmate of Chris, but as far as Felix was aware the boys didn’t see much of each other outside of school, which was a shame as he and Frank were such close buddies in their teens. So it had been a bit of a surprise when Felix heard Doug add the words, “... see you at school tomorrow!” as if they were real good friends. But what was even more surprising, if that were really the case, was the reaction of Chris. To Felix it seemed as if Chris was none too pleased to be reminded that he’d be seeing Doug the next day. Felix couldn’t understand why it could possibly have anything to do with Doug having seen Chris splatter himself with boy-juice. From his own boyhood experiences Felix knew at that age boys were always wanking off together. It was no big deal to see a buddy spray cum everywhere. The thing was not to get caught in the firing line, so as to speak, unless it was intended…
Felix shrugged and said to himself, “Who knows? Maybe Chris was in for a bit of harmless ragging the day after,” No big deal, he thought. Still he knew it was best to wait until Chris was ready to talk about what it was that was troubling him.
In the meantime Felix had been in touch with Bert, the father of Donnie the fourteen year old boy who was having the same trouble that Chris had had with a tight foreskin. Felix had asked whether he’d started the exercises that he had helped Chris to demonstrate during the zoom call and which had led to Chris masturbating to a climax.
“Look, why don’t we set up another call,” Bert had said, “I can show you… Donnie’s a shy boy… you know what they’re like at that age… not like Chris the other day!” he chuckled, “I reckon it would be better to do it over a call, rather than having him come over to show you in person… maybe get Chris in on the call. It’d help if Donnie could see that Chris wasn’t embarrassed about showing us how it’s done…”
“That’s not a bad idea, Bert… Chris has been a bit funny the past few days and if we set up a call that would give him something to take his mind off whatever it is that’s bugging him,” Felix replied, then after a pause added, “Do you think any of the other guys would like to be in on the call… everyone was so supportive of Chris when he lost it and shot his load all over himself… even got some on my shirt, the little sod… mind you they’re all spunk factories at that age, so I wasn’t that surprised, just lucky most of that boy-gloop landed on him…”
“Yeah, that was a hell of a lot of juice… Does he always spunk up so much?” Bert asked, “Donnie’s not quite in that league yet… not by a long way, but he is a wet-cummer now though.”
Felix explained to Bert about the website to which Chris had subscribed. Although Felix had been told in confidence, he reckoned it was the only way he could deal with the question. “I told Chris that its just impossible for a teen boy to go without masturbating for so long… a few days, maybe, but not total abstinence… heck, that’s just asking for trouble, like you and the guys saw!”
“Do you think he’d been edging?”
“Could be… that might explain why he was so horny. How do get on with Donnie? Is he okay with talking about stuff?”
“You mean jerking-off sort of stuff?”
“Sure… I’ve always been pretty open with Chris about masturbation… I mean as long as he doesn’t make too much of a mess, or at least doesn’t leave a trail of teen boy-juice everywhere, I don’t mind. Do you talk to Donnie much about jerking-off?” Felix persisted in asking.
Bert chuckled again: “You should see how Donnie blushes when I even mention masturbation… as I said, he’s very shy and self-conscious at the moment… not like some of us at that age as I seem to recall…”
Felix laughed: “Yeah, I remember… Happy days!”
“Okay, that’s what we’ll do,” Felix summed up, “We’ll set up another zoom call and I’ll ask around… see if anyone wants to join us for the call… meantime I’ll have to find out what’s bugging Chris…”
“Good luck with that… and tell Chris from me that he really was helpful on that call.”
“Will do!”
The next day Chris had some chores to do for his parents, so he changed into some old clothes, what his dad called Chris’s ‘fatigues outfit’, so that he didn’t have to bother how dirty he got. To look at him dressed in an old sleeveless crop-top and a pair of skimpy, criminally short boy’s shorts and a pair of clear plastic sandals, you would have thought Chris was at least two years younger than his actual age and certainly not sixteen which he was just over a month ago. But then if you were Chris and had been told to mow the lawn, sort out the recycling and clean the kitchen floor and help dad in the garage, you’d have asked yourself what the point was in risking your best clothes? Especially your first ever pair of denim jeans which you got for your sixteenth.
It was in the garage that Felix broached the subject of another zoom call with Donnie and his dad, Bert.
To say that Chris was less than enthusiastic would be an understatement and it was an uphill struggle for Felix to convince his son to participate in some father/son dialogue.
“Look, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but you know what Donnie’s going through. You know what it’s like to have a tight foreskin, so all I’m asking is for you to show some willingness to help and maybe have a bit of sympathy…”
“But, dad…” Chris could barely look his dad in the eye before he summoned up the courage to ask, “It’s not going to be like… y’know, like last time?”
“No, Chris… it’s Donnie we’re trying to help here. His dad just wants to make sure they’re doing those exercises with Donnie’s foreskin properly, like you showed him. So we’ll be looking to watch Donnie and offering advice, that’s all.” Felix glanced down at Chris’s old shorts, “… and by the way, your soldier is out on parade. You might want to do something about it before we go back in the house and your mother sees it...”
Chris went bright red. He’d been having problems with his penis escaping from the tiny, unlined shorts all day. Every couple of minutes he’d had to try and squeeze his nob back inside and despite his best efforts it had flopped out again in front of his dad.
Something else that hadn’t helped his mood was that Chris’d been called out on the boys’ chastity website when he tearfully explained what had happened during the zoom call; that he’d masturbated contrary to all the self-imposed rules the boys were attempting to follow. Even when he tried to explain how it was his dad who had told him to masturbate, Chris was told that was no excuse.
Felix could tell things were weighing heavily on his son’s mind: “What’s up, Chris? Come on you can tell your old man. Is it about Doug seeing you jerk-off on the zoom call?”
Chris was still pushing his penis back up into his shorts. He hesitated, unsure whether to tell his dad about Doug Hanley teasing him at school. To Chris it seemed like an act of weakness to complain to his dad about what Doug had said. Chris knew he should have been strong enough to shrug it off… heck, some boys would even take it as a compliment to be reminded in graphic detail of what Doug had seen on his dad’s monitor. It was a sign, if any was needed, of Chris’s lack of self-confidence, something of which Felix was only too aware.
Even as he explained to his dad what had happened at school, Chris thought he must have sounded pathetic. As he spoke Chris avoided looking directly at his father who, after he’d been told what happened, naturally offered to help.
“Do you want me to speak to Doug’s father?” he asked.
Chris was horrified at the thought and looked up sharply: “Jeez…! NO, dad. No way… that’d only make it worse.”
“Okay… sure, whatever you say, Chris.”
Then Chris blurted out that Doug had said how he wanted Chris to come over to his place the following weekend to meet some of Doug’s buddies. Felix could immediately see Chris was anxious and wondered why his son should feel that way about meeting up with Doug and asked why.
“But, dad, he’s never asked me over before… so why now?”
To Felix it seemed perfectly obvious. Doug had been impressed by Chris’s zoom call ‘performance’ and maybe wanted to be present for a live encore, but Felix sort of frowned as if he didn’t understand either and shrugged his shoulders.
Chris wasn’t part of Doug’s circle of friends which was why he immediately became suspicious and not a little uneasy when he was invited to Doug’s house. But of course Chris was afraid that if he didn’t do what was asked, Doug would let everyone at school know about what he saw happening during the zoom call.
When Felix saw that Chris was unhappy about going he encouraged him to go along: “Oh come on Chris, it’ll be fun… you’ll get to meet Doug’s friends and maybe you can make friends with them… it’ll do you good…” Even though Felix had a sneaking suspicion of what Doug had got planned for his son, he thought it would do Chris the world of good… whatever the boys got up to.
Either way, Felix thought that having a quiet word with Doug’s father was a reasonable idea… until he realised how he would feel if someone had told him that Chris had been teasing some other boy. Instinctively Felix knew he’d put any behaviour like that down to boyish high-spirits… a bit of fun, nothing serious, the sort of thing teen boys get up to… best let them get on with it. Yeah, it was just boys being boys, he’d have said to himself.
On the other hand…
Felix couldn’t help but be a little bit curious as to what Doug had got in mind for his son Chris and whether he was correct in his assumption about a repeat performance. Hmmm, maybe he would have a quiet word with Doug’s dad…
“Hi, Frank… It’s Felix… yeah, not bad thanks… and you? Oh, that’s good… glad to hear it… Look… strictly between the two of… yeah, entre nous… I was wondering if Doug has said anything to you about the zoom call the other day… you know when Chris totally lost it and spunked up… that’s the one!” Felix laughed, as if he didn’t know Frank was perfectly well aware of what he was talking about. He got on well with Frank, enjoying a bit of banter with an old friend.
“So you remembered!” Frank continued, “Yeah, well I guess Chris was a bit surprised when he saw Doug had seen him shoot his boy-juice all over himself… I gather Chris was in for some joshing from Doug at school the day after…”
Felix listened as Frank spoke, “Uh-huh… yeah… no, I reckon the boys get on okay… yeah… yeah, Chris told me about the invite… what? Would you? That’s great… I’m sure they’ll get on okay… it’ll be fine…”
Then Frank said something that took Felix by surprise: “What?! You’re kidding me? Really? Wow… Doug’s actually asked you to borrow it! That is interesting… What did you say?” Felix laughed when he heard Frank’s reply, “Yeah, I thought you might say ‘yes’... Heck no, I won’t say a word to Chris… Could you? Yeah, that’d be great!… what? Yeah, sure… look forward to it… you too, buddy! Arrivederci.”
Felix ended the call and put his phone down. He shook his head hardly believing what Frank had just told him. Doug had asked if he could set up his dad’s video camera in the family rec-room in Frank’s house, a room which he allowed Doug to use when he didn’t need it himself. Yes, Felix thought, it was going to be very interesting to find out what Doug had got in mind for Chris.
Only Felix couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, well maybe a tiny bit. What if he hadn’t pulled away the itty-bitty hand towel that Chris was using to cover his otherwise bare body? What if he hadn’t done it in front of all the guys in on the zoom call? But Felix knew enough about himself to know he could never resist an opportunity like that.
And as he pondered on the consequences of his actions it triggered in Felix memories of his own experiences when he was Chris’s age. Felix chuckled as he thought of how grabbing Chris’s towel was as nothing to what he used to get up to as a young teenager. Pulling off the towel was just a bit of wholesome fun, same as he used to enjoy… character building, Felix thought with another chuckle, as he remembered roughhousing with his buddies and the games they got up to.
Needless to say, Felix didn’t say a word to Chris about his talk with Doug’s father, rather reflected some more on the difference between his own life during his teenage years and that of his son. Some of Felix’s happiest memories were of his time in the Boy Scouts, but Chris’s mother had vetoed his joining the scouts, or as she called them, ‘scoots’ for some unfathomable reason that quite baffled Felix. It wasn’t as if his wife, Rose was over-protective, it was simply that Chris had fractured his left arm playing rugby when he was twelve and she was afraid that the rough and tumble games, a sine qua non of scouting, would be too dangerous for him.
Needless to say, Felix had got the blame for encouraging Chris to play rugby in the first place, but he still thought Rose was being far too cautious in not letting Chris join the Boy Scouts. It wasn’t as if Chris had been all that keen to join the scouts, but not having the choice was the cause of some resentment and Chris was left with the feeling he had to prove to his dad that he wasn’t a total wimp.
In their teens Felix and Frank had enjoyed pranking games. They thought it was great sport to humiliate boys who they judged to be wimps, or even worse nerds. With this sort of background it was little wonder Felix reckoned it was no big deal to whip the towel from Chris right in front of the webcam during his zoom call, since it was just the sort of horseplay in which he and Frank would indulge. A speciality of Felix and Frank was to debag, or completely strip naked their victim, something Felix later found out the French rather charmingly called a mis à l'air. If this was done outside, and better still in a public place, they would chase the naked boy, forcing him to do a ‘bare-runner’. Sometimes, if the whim took either of them, they would even use a sharpie to write something on the bare body of the boy as if tagging him. Oh, yes happy days indeed, Felix thought.
As far as Chris was concerned Saturday came round all too quickly. He had a shower and got dressed, pulling up his Petit Bateau briefs which his mother, to Chris’s abiding shame, had bought for him the year before. Chris longed instead to wear boxers such as those he eyed enviously when he saw other boys wearing them in the changing-room at school. However Rose insisted there was plenty of wear yet in the little undies and they would have to do for now. Still, what did underpants matter… who was going to see them anyway? Chris said to himself and forgot all about them as he stepped into his new denim jeans. These were his pride and joy, his first ever pair of jeans, having been given them on his sixteenth birthday. True, they were slightly too long in the leg, so his mum had turned them up neatly at the bottom, a fashion faux pas that Chris would soon live to regret. He pulled on a serviceable, but deeply naff T-shirt, again not Chris’s choice, but his mum had found them in a bargain-bin at the clothes shop and promptly bought a dozen. The least said about Chris’s unfashionable trainers the better.
“You off then?” Felix said when he saw Chris in the hallway. He could see that Chris was less than enthusiastic to be on his way to meet up with Doug and his friends, “Come on… cheer up, it may never happen,” Felix added, smiling encouragingly.
Rose heard them in the hall and came to see Chris off: “Oh, you could have brushed hair a bit better, Christopher,” she said as she smoothed her hand over his head making Chris blush. “Now, don’t be back too late…” She turned to her husband, “...and don’t forget I’m going to my sister’s… I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon… and make sure Chris doesn’t tire himself out with his new friends…”
Felix saw Chris out of the front door and, out of earshot of Rose, told him: “Don’t bother about when you get back… you just have yourself a good time okay?”
It wasn’t far to Doug’s house and the nearer to it Chris got, the more conflicted he felt. True, he was nervous and unsure about what he was letting himself in for, but on the other hand Chris couldn’t help but feel a smidgen of excitement. Doug was the coolest boy at school and to be invited to his house was something of an honour, but of course gnawing away at the back of Chris’s mind was the knowledge of what Doug had seen him do on that zoom call. The invite had to have something to do with that, it was only logical, Chris concluded.
Roger and Dennis, Doug’s pals had already arrived at Frank’s house and were waiting in the rec-room wondering what Doug had planned. They knew it was bound to be entertaining, but Doug hadn’t yet told his mates what he’d seen on the zoom call, having decided it would be more fun to wait until Chris was in the room with them.
Whatever doubts Chris had, he managed to psych himself up enough to walk up the driveway and knock on the front door of Doug’s house. To his surprise Mr Hanley, Doug’s father answered the door. This was unnerving as Mr Hanley was one of the friends of Chris’s dad who’d watched him masturbating during the zoom call. I don’t know about you, but if I was Chris I’d have been hugely embarrassed to be standing on the doorstep in front of Mr Hanley knowing full well that he’d seen me naked, sitting on my dad’s lap, legs spread wide with my erect penis on full view as I masturbated and then ejaculated all over myself. Yes, I thought you might agree with me on that point…
“Oh… um, Doug asked me round,” a very red-faced Chris explained, “Is he… is he in?”
“Sure thing… He’s in the rec-room… been expecting you,” Frank replied with a smile. He could see how nervous Chris was, just as Felix had told him he would be. “Dennis and Roger are already here… Go on through. Tell Doug I’ll be in my study if he needs me.”
Chris thanked Doug’s dad politely and followed him into the house. The sound of the front door being closed behind him added to the feeling of apprehension that was slowly engulfing Chris.
“The rec-room’s just down there… go straight in,” Frank said breezily.
At this point Chris’s nerves almost failed him and as he approached the door to the rec-room he had a feeling of dread so strong he wanted to spin round and run straight back out of the house. But when he turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the front door behind him he saw Mr Hanley still standing in the hallway watching him. Frank spoke as if he knew what was going through Chris’s mind: “Go on in, Chris, No need to be shy... the boys have been waiting for you.”
That was it. There could be no backing out now and Chris reached his hand out towards the doorknob. Just as he was about to open the door it was wrenched open by Doug who took one look at Chris’s outfit and couldn’t believe what he saw. He looked up and waved to his dad in the hallway: “Thanks, dad… thanks for answering the door… come on in, Chris.”
Frank replied: “That’s okay, son… you have yourselves a good time. Not too noisy… I’ve got some work to catch up on…”
Chris followed Doug into the room where Dennis and Roger were waiting.
Doug closed the door then turned to face Chris. He looked him up and down, assessing the clothes Chris was wearing. Dennis moved between them and the door, while Roger came and joined Doug to inspect and pass judgement.
“Un-fucking-believable! Where did you get those jeans? And that T-shirt…” Doug said disparagingly before he pointed down at the turn-ups at the bottom of the jeans, “What are those?!” he exclaimed.
Red-faced, Chris tried to explain that his jeans were too long.
“Then cut them shorter… Jeez, what a dickhead,” Roger said contemptuously.
Chris was shocked and thought his mother would never let him do that to his jeans, but wisely didn’t say anything.
“Take them off and we’ll make them shorter for you,” Doug said, “You really can’t go around with them like that… so not cool.”
Roger thought this was a good idea: “Yeah, go on… take them off.”
Chris must have looked like a rabbit caught in headlights as all three boys moved towards him.
“You gonna take them off, or do we have to?” Doug said.
It wasn’t much of a choice… in fact it was no choice at all as Chris had his arms grabbed from behind by Dennis who quickly and very efficiently got him locked into a full nelson. Chris struggled, but Dennis held him tight as Roger got down and held Chris’s legs and Doug, grinning all over his face, went for the belt buckle of the jeans.
Anyone who happened to witness the three boys at work would see how well coordinated their manoeuvres were. It was obvious they were experienced and had done this before. Within seconds Doug had unbuckled Chris’s belt and was pulling the zip fly down prior to yanking the jeans down to reveal the Petit Bateau briefs that Chris wore.
Roger rocked back on his heals laughing when he saw the tiny underpants. Dennis loosened his grip to look and see why Roger was laughing. Chris wriggled and twisted trying to free himself, but now that his jeans had been pulled down, he was hobbled and unable to escape the inevitable. Roger yanked off Chris’s trainers, took one look at them and threw them one at a time across the room. Dennis got his arms around Chris’s chest and pulled him backwards while Roger and Doug got the jeans off Chris.
Grinning excitedly Doug looked up at Chris whose face was puce with rage: “C’mon… smile for the camera… you know what’s going to happen…”
Chris hadn’t had chance to look around the room. If he hadn’t been distracted he might have noticed Mr Hanley’s video camera set up on the other side of the room. He did now.
“You… you…!” Chris blurted out, but before he was able to finish venting his anger, Doug cut him short.
“Now, now… the video’s on, so if I were you,” he sniggered, “I wouldn’t say anything you might regret…”
“But… but, you can’t do that… t’isn’t fair,” Chris pleaded.
“‘Course we can,” Doug sighed, “Look you’re going to be stripped whether you like it or not… so the sooner you realise that, the better… understood?"
Chris’s chest was heaving as he gasped for breath. He knew he shouldn’t have come and now he was trapped in the rec-room with three boys who were going to take all his clothes off… strip him naked… AND VIDEO HIM!!!
But what was a boy to do? Chris couldn’t hope to overpower the other boys and escape. They’d already got his jeans and trainers off him, so where was he going to run to in his T-shirt and the humiliating Petit Bateau briefs that were so small they hardly even contained his boyhood?
The realist in Chris was forced to acknowledge that he was beaten; he was their victim. He slumped, defeated, knowing there was no other option other than to grudgingly cooperate in the hope that by so doing Doug and the boys would go easy on him. Some hope!
He was turned to face the camera. Dennis pulled Chris’s T-shirt up to give a clear view of the tight little-boy undies.
“What have we here?” Doug positively gloated as he looked from Chris to the camera. “Tell us, Chris… tell us the brand name…”
Chris hesitated to reveal the humiliating truth that he had on a pair of tiny briefs no boy his age should ever be caught wearing.
“Don’t be shy…” Doug urged, “C’mon, tell us… who makes them?”
Chris felt like he had a mouth full of cotton wool it was so dry, but he managed to speak, “Petit Bateau…”
“Oh,” Doug sounded surprised, “I thought they were only for little boys… but you’re not a little boy, are you?” he laughed drawing attention to the shape of Chris’s balls and penis clearly defined pressing against the thin material of the briefs.
Doug looked up at Chris and spoke sharply when there was no response: “I said, you’re not a little boy... are you?”
Chris shook his head vigorously, denying he was a little boy. This wasn’t good enough for Doug: “I asked you a question, Chris… Look at the camera and answer my question.”
Chris still hoped that it would be better for him if he did what he was told in the belief things couldn’t get worse. He looked into the unblinking eye of the camera lens. Chris opened his mouth to speak when Doug suddenly gave him another instruction.
“Say your name and how old you are… just for the record,” he added brightly, “Then you can tell us what you’re wearing, because no one’s going to believe a boy your age still wears those… and don’t forget to answer my question… understand?”
Chris took this in, nodded to Doug and looked back at the camera: “I’m Chris. I’m sixteen and… and,” he looked away, took a deep breath before facing the camera again, “I-I’m wearing Petit Bateau undies.” He glanced at Doug before adding, “But I’m not a little boy…”
Roger came up with a suggestion: “Why don’t we make him prove he’s not a little boy?”
“Yeah, if he’s not a little boy, he shouldn’t be wearing those,” Dennis added.
Doug had an idea: “If you’re so sure you’re not a little boy, then there’s no way you should be allowed to even own a pair of Petit Bateau briefs.” He walked over to a cupboard and opened a drawer. “We’re going to need these anyway, so you can make use of them now, Chris… show us you mean what you say… here you are, take them.”
Doug presented Chris with a pair of scissors he had taken out of the drawer.
Chris took the scissors and stared at them not knowing what Doug meant: “What do you…?” Then it suddenly came to him what he was to do, “No! You can’t mean that… pleeease!”
All three boys burst out laughing as they watched the penny drop.
Chris was horrified at what Doug wanted him to do. Once again he thought about what his mother would say when she found out, of which he was certain she would, that he had destroyed a perfectly serviceable pair of underpants. It didn’t matter that Chris hated being made to wear such infantile undies. He longed to wear boxers like all the other boys… real grown-up boxer shorts. No, he knew he’d get it in the neck from his mum when she realised there was a pair of his Petit Bateau briefs missing. And what was he going to tell her?! How was he going to explain that he’d taken a pair of scissors to them and cut them up while he was still wearing them?
Doug reached out and pointed towards Chris’s hip at the waistband of the little undies: “Go on Chris… a little snip there… that’s it! Wow… clever boy!” Doug was amazed that Chris had done exactly what he was told without protest. This was better than simply pulling the tiny underpants down. Much more fun!
The front of the undies sagged forward but not enough to uncover Chris’s boyhood.
“Now the other side,” Doug ordered.
This time Chris did hesitate. His Petit Bateau briefs were already ruined, so there was no way back, but of course Chris was now worried about what was going to happen when he made another cut through the waistband. As it was his penis was barely contained within the sagging material. One more cut and he would expose himself to Doug, Roger, Dennis… and the video camera recording his ordeal.
“Go on,” Roger urged, “Not chicken are you?”
Chris pushed the open scissors under the briefs and once more felt the cold blade against his hip. Carefully his cut the waistband again and, as he watched, the front of his briefs fell away, freeing his penis and balls and at the same time baring his bottom.
The boys cheered and laughed as Chris stood shame-faced in front of them with the flap of flimsy material hanging loosely between his legs. All that was holding up what remained of his underpants was the thin elastic around the leg openings. Doug thought the spectacle looked so funny that he decided to leave the remains of the Petit Bateau briefs where they were, dangling uselessly below Chris’s exposed penis.
Doug took back the scissors. He’d decided it was time to make some alterations to Chris’s naff T-shirt. Doug handed Roger the scissors as he explained what he had in mind: “You can do the honours… up the sides to the armhole should do it, I think.”
Chris was frantic: “Please, Doug… not my T-shirt as well…” he begged.
Roger grinned, stepped forward and pulled Chris’s T-shirt out, stretching it in readiness for the scissors: “We’re doing you a favour, Chris. You really don’t want to be seen wearing this shitty T-shirt… now get your hands up out of the way,” he ordered, “... put them on your head.”
Chris looked at Doug, as if for confirmation of Roger’s order.
“Do as he says,” Doug told him.
Chris, still afraid Doug would tell the other two what happened on the zoom call, put both of his hands on top of his head. Doug was the leader, the one in charge and from Chris’s point of view, the one to be obeyed if he didn’t want to make his situation any worse than it already was.
Relishing every moment, Roger held taut the thin T-shirt and proceeded to cut it all the way up towards Chris’s armpit, careful not to cut through the armhole. He stepped back and then moved to the other side of Chris to cut the T-shirt up to the other armhole. Satisfied with his work, a smiling Roger handed the scissors back to Doug.
Now it was Dennis’s turn to help destroy Chris’s T-shirt and he used the scissors to make three cuts from the bottom of the front of the shirt right up to the neck. Finally Doug took the scissors and did the same at the back to leave the T-shirt in tatters hanging limply from Chris’s shoulders. Now, with his ruined underpants hanging open at the front and back, Chris was made to do a twirl in front of the camera. The loose flaps of cloth, all that remained of the briefs and T-shirt, fluttered as Chris spun round.
Then Roger spoke. He’d noticed there was something going on between Chris and Doug. The way Chris had looked at Doug before he put his hands on his head; the way Chris did what Doug told him to. He leaned in towards Chris, looked him in the eyes and turned to indicate Doug: “What’s he got on you?” he asked.
Doug chortled: “Chris and I have got a little secret, haven’t we Chris? And I think it’s time for him to share it with you…”
“NO…!! PLEASE, DOUG… NO, DON’T MAKE ME!!”
Roger and Dennis were both startled by Chris’s reaction. They looked at Doug for some sort of explanation, but he merely smiled and shrugged: “I’m not going to say anything…” he looked at Chris, “Tell them what I saw, Chris… tell them what you did…”
“Pleeeease, Doug… I’m begging you… please don’t make me…”
“Jeez… what’s he done… gone and murdered someone?” Dennis asked.
Doug grinned: “No, not that… nothing that bad… but I think Chris is afraid that if word got round about what I saw him doing…” He paused. Doug didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone look as miserable as Chris did at that moment. His clothes now in shreds, Chris stood and looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with any of the boys. He hadn’t moved his hands from his head. “...but that’s not going to happen… is it, Chris?” Doug continued and turned to the others, “Not if he does what he’s told… It’ll be just us three who’ll know what happened and this little video recording… I think that’ll make sure it stays that way…”
“How’s that gonna work?” Dennis asked.
Doug explained that if at any time Chris refused to do what he was told, then the video they were making would be made available to others. “Simple really,” Doug added, “But there is something else… we’ve got to keep this to ourselves… okay?”
With the prospect of limitless fun with Chris ahead of them to be had, there was little hesitation in either Dennis or Roger agreeing to do just that and they all solemnly pledged to keep what they found out from Chris a secret.
“C’mon, Chris, look at the camera and tell us what happened on your dad’s zoom call,” Doug urged.
This immediately got Dennis and Roger interested. “Zoom call?” Roger queried excitedly, “Blimey… what happened?”
“That’s what Chris is going to tell us… isn’t it Chris, or do you want more people to know?”
Now Chris was faced with a problem. He knew Doug had seen him cum and spray himself with spunk, as he’d seen Doug wave to him on his dad Felix’s monitor screen, but he didn’t know how long Doug had been watching. Had he seen the whole call from when his dad whipped his towel off? Had he seen him give a demonstration for Donnie’s dad, showing him the foreskin stretching exercises which had got him so hard? Had Doug seen his cock twitching and jerking, leaking pre-cum? Had he seen his dad checking his balls and then finally asking the guys on the call if they’d mind if Chris jerked-off while they discussed barbecues and a forthcoming fishing trip?
Just how much of the call had Doug seen? Chris hadn’t a clue, so he decided to try and say as little as possible as he guessed Doug would tell him if he missed anything. That approach lasted about ten seconds as the first thing that Doug did was to ask Chris to explain why he was sitting naked on his dad’s lap in front of the webcam.
“He was what?!” Dennis exclaimed.
Doug grinned: “Better tell them what I saw, Chris.”
It was the toughest thing that Chris had ever done in his life as he started to explain what Doug saw: “I’d had a shower… there weren’t any big towels in the bathroom… I could only find this little flannel towel, so I grabbed that…”
Dennis piped up: “Bet that didn’t cover much…”
Chris could barely bring himself to look at the camera as he was made to relive events: “I went to ask my dad if he knew where the towels were… dad was on a zoom call… and… and…”
“And what?” Doug prompted.
“He grabbed the towel…”
“So…?” Doug asked.
“So I was… I was bare… dad pulled the towel away… I was naked…”
“And…?” Doug prompted again, “What did the guys on the zoom call think?”
“They all thought it was a big joke…”
“To see you totally naked?”
Chris nodded, shamed beyond belief as he recalled what happened.
“... but you got a boner,” Doug reminded him at which point Chris made his fatal mistake.
“That was later…” he said before he realised what those three words implied.
This was news to Doug and he leapt on this revelation: “Later…? You mean there’s more?”
Chris was devastated. Now he knew he’d have to tell them about sitting on his dad’s lap… about showing Donnie’s dad the exercises he’d had to do to loosen his tight foreskin… how the demonstration had left him with a hard-on… and that meant he’d then had to explain how he’d joined an internet group that promoted chastity for teen boys as a way of increasing their athletic performance… how as a result he hadn’t masturbated for nearly a week… how that was the reason he was so horny… how that meant he’d been left aching to cum…
It was so utterly humiliating for Chris to have to explain all this in front of Doug, Roger and Dennis. What made it even worse was they way they would ask questions, probing questions, making Chris elaborate and detail every moment that led up to his spectacular ejaculation.
Doug gleefully told Dennis and Roger what he saw:
“Like… you could see Chris’s boner!”
“You should have seen all the pre-cum running down his nob… awesome!”
“Chris’s dad told him he had to empty his balls… really… that’s what his dad said right in front of all the guys on the call watching!”
“And when he came! Now I know why there was so much spunk … I can believe he hadn’t wanked for a week… spunked up all over himself… didn’t think it was ever going to stop!”
Each time Chris was made to confirm what Doug told the others, until, suddenly serious, Doug asked Chris: “Then what happened?”
As his face turned a shade deeper red, Chris answered: “I saw you…” and hung his head in shame thinking that now they had all been told what had happened, his ordeal was almost over.
Doug burst out laughing: “He was covered! Even splodged his face with cum!”
The other boys thought this was hilarious.
As the laughter died down, Roger was intrigued enough to ask: “This group you joined… does this mean you haven’t had a wank since Doug saw you doing it?”
Chris nodded his head in agreement.
“Not even edged?” Roger asked.
It was obvious from the expression on Chris’s face that he’d not risked playing with his penis at all… which brought a smile to Roger’s face. An idea occurred to Roger.
Surprisingly Roger’s idea didn’t concern Chris’s self-imposed abstinence, although he did give a fleeting thought to maybe teasing Chris and getting him excited enough to want to have a wank and then denying him the pleasure of cumming. No, Roger was thinking of something far more humiliating as he looked at the small tuft of boy-hair at the base of Chris’s penis. Why not, he thought, make use of the the scissors to demote Chris to the status of a baldy? After all it hadn’t been that long since Chris had sprouted any hairs at all. In fact, as every boy in Chris’s class knew, he was the last to achieve the longed for status which announced his elevation to that of a young adult. Having waited so long for his hairs to sprout, for Chris to then lose them again would be something unspeakably awful for him.
First though, they had to get rid of the shredded remnants that still adorned Chris’s almost bare body. The boys took turns with the scissors and Chris quickly found himself totally naked in front of the boys. It was then that Roger revealed his idea to the others.
Chris was apoplectic, so much so that Dennis had to restrain him with another full-nelson: “No! Not my hairs! Please, Doug… please don’t let them…” But his protests fell on deaf ears.
Once more the boys took turns with the scissors. When it was their go Doug, Roger and Dennis each took two little snips of Chris’s boy-hair. Chris, resigned to his fate and also aware of the possible danger of a pair of scissors so close to his tackle, stood looking down and watched as his precious hairs fell to the floor, until Doug rushed off to fetch a razor, shaving foam and a towel.
Dennis held Chris’s penis, moving it about as Roger did the honours with the razor and Doug supervised. In the space of a few short minutes Chris was a baldy once more. His demotion recorded for posterity on video by the camera of Doug’s father.
Chris was in for another shock when Dennis picked up Chris’s discarded jeans and asked what they were going to do with them. Once more it was Roger who came up with an idea.
“Why don’t we show Chris how to distress them? Let him have the scissors and we can tell him what to do…”
Doug and Dennis thought this was a great idea. However Chris was puzzled. He didn’t understand what Roger meant, but he wasn’t daft enough to display his ignorance, or to realise the outcome from combining scissors and clothes would not be a good one.
His jeans were thrown down on the floor in front of Chris. He was given the scissors and made to get down on his hands and knees while Doug, Roger and Dennis offered their expert advice on how to distress a pair of jeans. Chris’s hands were shaking as he was made to cut into the denim fabric. He was told to tear the material, ripping big holes around the seat and each side of the crotch. The boys laughed and egged Chris on to further destroy the jeans he had only very recently managed to persuade his mother to buy for his sixteenth birthday. Chris could already see that it would be impossible for him to wear them ever again… not unless he wanted to be arrested for indecent exposure.
At some point Chris began to wonder how he was going to get home again. Would Doug lend him something to wear? His clothes were in shreds. The boys had made him try on the jeans after he’d finished the ‘alterations’ to distress them, but Chris only ended up ripping them even further when he got his foot caught in one of the holes he’d made with the scissors. It was like he was trying to climb into a spider’s web.
“C’mon… time you were going home,” Doug suddenly announced as Chris stood bare-chested in his newly distressed jeans.
“I can’t wear these…” Chris protested vehemently.
“Then don’t,” Doug replied flatly, as if the matter was of no concern to him. “Your choice,” he added, “but dad said we could only use this room for a couple of hours, so we need to go… now.”
Dennis and Roger jumped on Chris. It didn’t take much to relieve Chris of the remains of his jeans and the two boys laughed as they threw what was left into the corner with the rest of the ruined clothes.
“Well, you said you didn’t want to wear them,” Dennis reminded Chris when he complained. “You’ll just have to walk back as you are…”
Chris was speechless. Me… walk back naked?! They weren’t serious… surely not? They couldn’t be? Were they?
Doug, at his most magnanimous, assured Chris that they would accompany him “every step of the way.”
When Chris protested he was reminded of the consequences. Did he want everyone to know about the zoom call? That he was seen sat naked on his dad’s lap as he masturbated? Did he want Chris’s classmates to know how he splattered spunk all over himself? No, perhaps not.
“C’mon… it’ll be a laugh,” Roger said cheerfully.
Chris wasn’t at all convinced, but with the events of the last couple of hours fresh on his mind, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be given a choice.
“Look, if we see anyone we’ll get in close and hide you,” Doug explained. “You worry too much,” he added.
“Can I have my trainers back then?” Chris asked, which the others took to be a signal of his acceptance of the terms.
“Sure you can… we’re not that unreasonable,” Doug replied, “only we’re going to have to make sure you don’t run off if we give them you back.”
Chris didn’t understand what Doug meant until he saw Dennis tying both sets of laces together.
“Oh, pleeease, guys…”
“It’s just a precaution,” Dennis explained, “We want to make sure you get home safely.”
Chris was given the trainers, now tied together, to put on. He stood up straight to find himself so hobbled that he was forced, quite literally, to take little baby steps.
It was going to take him forever to reach home.
The boys watched as Chris shuffled in the direction of the door. Laughing as they told him to be careful.
“That’s the spirit, Chris…” Doug said as he opened the door to the hallway.
Chris took a deep breath. Even stepping into the hall was scary. He’d never felt so naked and vulnerable as he did at that moment, so what, he thought, was it going to be like when he had to walk through the front door?
Frank heard the boys in the hallway and popped out to see what was happening. As might be expected he asked why Chris was nude. Doug explained to his father that Chris wanted to do a dare… a dare that he could walk back to his house naked.
Frank shrugged as if to accept this as a perfectly natural thing for a sixteen year old boy to want to do with his mates. “Well, just be careful you don’t frighten the horses…”
“Okay, dad, will do,” Doug replied cheerfully, “C’mon, Chris…”
Frank went back into his study and called Felix to tell him what he’d just seen.
At first Felix thought Frank must be joking: “Naked?” he asked, still unable to believe what he was being told.
“Yeah… some sort of dare…” Frank confirmed, although knowing his son, he had his doubts as to whether Chris was actually a willing participant in the naked walk. But never mind, it was all good clean, wholesome fun.
“Well, I never thought Chris had it in him… that’s great news. I reckon it would do Chris the world of good to see more of your Doug. He’s just the sort of friend Chris needs right now… sort of friend who’ll get him to join in and have a bit of fun… get up to the sort of things you and I used to, eh, Frank?”
There was little doubt Felix was proud of his son Chris.
At the start of his naked walk back the three boys positioned themselves so that one of them was in front of Chris, one at his side and the third one behind, effectively surrounding Chris who was shielded by a hedge, fence or wall on his remaining exposed side as he shuffled along.
That is until Doug signalled to the others to scram and Chris was left standing completely naked, unable to move with any speed since his laces were tied together. This was frightening stuff.
The boys didn’t go far, hiding just a few yards away to enjoy the spectacle of Chris panicking, then bending down with his bottom in the air as he attempted to undo the granny-knot which held the laces of his trainers together.
This happened more than once and each time the boys came back before Chris had managed to unravel the Gordian knot of his laces. Progress, as you can imagine, was slow, but enlivened a couple of times when the group saw someone approaching. To be fair, Doug, Roger and Dennis did as they’d promised and huddled around Chris until the person passed by, after which they would push Chris forward to make him walk on ahead.
When the boys were finally in sight of his house Chris must have been relieved, comforted by the thought that at last his ordeal would soon be over. In the driveway Doug raced ahead to ring the doorbell and when Felix opened the door he was beaming from ear to ear. He stood and watched his son waddle up the path, still hobbled by the laces tied together, followed by Dennis and Roger.
“Hey… well done Chris! I didn’t think you had it in you to do a bare walk all the way back from Frank’s…”
Chris was nonplussed. He was expecting his dad at the very least to be mad at him, or if he wasn’t mad maybe a bit sympathetic, but, no, here he was enthusiastically praising him! Then, to cap it all Felix turned to Doug and the others: “That was really good of you all to escort Chris back… thanks, guys, you were great!”
Ignoring Chris who was at last standing in the doorway, Felix asked Doug and his friends in for some refreshments. Chris kicked off his trainers. Obviously the next thing he wanted to do was to go and put some clothes on, but his dad said that could wait, it was more important for him to look after his buddies. “They’re your guests, Chris… they come first,” Felix reproached him.
Felix reckoned the sixteen year olds were old enough for a low alcohol beer and told the still nude Chris to go and get the drinks. Chris did as he was told and went to fetch the beers as Felix ushered Doug and the other boys into his study.
While Chris was getting the drinks a smiling Felix was eager to find out what the boys had been up to. He was obviously excited to know that teen boys were still keen to play the the sort of games that he and his mates used to enjoy when they were teenagers. Before Chris returned Felix quickly quizzed them to find out how his son had been relieved of his pubes and just as Chris walked into the room, Felix winked to indicate to the now comfortably seated boys that Chris was in for some more teasing… this time from his dad.
Chris passed round the beers, being made to go to each boy in turn as they sat waiting, treating him as if he was their servant. Chris looked round. All the comfortable seats were occupied and Chris was about to say something when Felix told him to put the beer he was holding back in the fridge.
Chris was dumbfounded and didn’t understand: “What do you mean, dad?”
Felix looked directly at Chris’s bald penis, pointed at it and chuckled: “Looks to me like you’re not old enough to be drinking beer.”
Chris was deeply offended: “But, dad… I’m sixteen, same as the others…”
“Doesn’t look like that to me, son… does he guys?” Felix said looking the the boys seated across from him and winked again. This got a big laugh and loud agreements from them all. “Besides, you told me you didn’t even like the taste of beer when I gave you some to try on your birthday last month…”
“But, daaad… this is so embarrassing…”
“Don’t argue, Chris… alright, you can leave the beer… maybe one of the guys will have it later, but you can go and get some crisps… and get yourself orange squash if you’re thirsty after your walk…”
“...and some nuts,” Dennis sniggered.
“He’s got nuts… I can see them!” Roger quipped.
Doug and the others soon started ordering Chris about, much to the amusement of Felix who had enjoyed seeing how the boys were pranking his son. To him it was all just harmless fun.
“What did you do with your clothes, Chris?” Felix eventually asked, “Did you leave them at Doug’s house?”
Chris couldn’t bring himself to confess that his clothes had been destroyed and mumbled: “Yeah… er, sort of…”
Doug laughed and explained how Chris had had, er a little accident with a pair of scissors and that there wasn’t much left of his clothes. Chris was furious and tried to deny that he’d had anything to do with cutting up his own clothes, but Doug pointed out that they had a video of him using scissors to cut off his Petit Bateau undies and distressing his jeans.
Felix could hardly contain his enthusiasm when he heard this news: “A video… wow! You guys sure are thorough… wish your dad and I could have videoed some of the things we used to get up to Doug…” Then Felix turned to Chris, “ …mind you, your mum’s not going to be best pleased when she finds out what you’ve done to your jeans.”
Doug realised that in not so many words, Felix was effectively green-lighting any future pranks they might think up to play on Chris. But then Felix completely stunned the boys, not least his son, by asking quite casually: “Did you get Chris to masturbate?”
For a moment no one said anything, so Felix asked: “What? Did I say something wrong…?”
Chris was absolutely mortified: “Daaad… you’re embarrassing me…”
Roger spoke up and said how Chris told them about the on-line group that he’d joined.
“Oh, that… yeah, the trouble is it gets to the point where Chris’s balls need to be emptied,” Felix replied, “I’ve told Chris time and again that boys like him are spunk machines. Seriously, you can’t expect someone like Chris to go without wanking for any length of time.”
This was too much for Chris. Here was his dad openly talking to Doug and his friends about him like he wasn’t even there. What narked Chris even more was that his dad was talking as if he was the only one who masturbated… like neither Doug, Roger nor Dennis ever tossed themselves off!
It was just as if his dad was actually enjoying embarrassing him.
“Daaaad…”
Felix clearly was enjoying the talk he was having, so Chris had to stand there, naked in front of his new friends. He was standing because all the seats were taken and anyway up to that point he’d been busy fetching drinks and nibbles.
He looked around. There was nowhere for him to sit: “I’ll go and get another chair, dad.”
Doug grinned and spoke up: “No need, Chris… you can sit on my lap…” he said as he patted himself on his thighs.
“Er, I’m ok, thanks…”
“C’mon, Chris… sit on my lap like I saw you when you sat on your dad’s…”
Felix laughed. He was liking Doug more every second: “Go on, Chris… your trouble is you’re too shy by half…”
Too shy! How could he say that, Chris thought. I’ve just walked home completely naked; I’m standing here bare-nude; everyone’s looking at me and he calls me shy?
Chris looked around the room. All eyes on him in the expectation he’d do as he was told and sit on Doug’s lap: “Okay, okay…” Resigned, Chris walked a few paces in Doug’s direction, turned and eased himself backwards towards Doug’s lap. But before he could sit, Doug spoke.
“No, Chris… not like that… do it like I saw you do it before…” Chris hesitated, looked up at his dad. Felix nodded encouragingly and Chris moved his feet wide, parting his thighs so that he could straddle Doug’s lap to leave his penis and balls on full view.
“Why don’t you show the boys some of those exercises you were doing for Donnie’s dad to see?” Felix suggested.
Doug leered: “Yes, Chris told us about those… didn’t you Chris?”
It was tough for Chris to maintain his self-control, but somehow he managed as he wondered how his situation could possibly get any worse.
