The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of humiliation, spankings and _s_e_x_. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i. e., child) please leave now.
This story is for Tommy who told me of some similar horrors he was forced to endure until he was well into college. Another story about Tommy, Living in Hell is on my web site.
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I was almost sixteen and it was the second week of my freshman year of high school. I had started late because I was very sick when I was eight and dropped back a grade. Because I was short I was worried about being hazed by the other students. I was very relieved when during orientation I heard that hazing -- even off school grounds -- was strictly prohibited (on penalty of suspension). It seemed to be an effective policy since during the first eight days, I had not seem or even heard of any hazing; not even a single case of a freshie being stuffed into his locker.
This eighth day of school, two of my classmates, José Rodriguez and Herb Stone, had come home with me to work on a term project. Normally I would have gone to one of their houses but it was a special day for my parents. Father had a day off from work and he and mother were going to visit some friends who lived a couple of hours away. Mom had even left my dinner in the fridge as they were not going to be home until eight -- a very important consideration for me.
We had come into the house through the back door, raided the fridge and were half way up the stairs to my room when I heard what could easily be mistaken for a rutting bull moose bellowing. "THOMAS STEVEN HANSEN!"
It was my father. "Good afternoon, father. These are my classmates, José and Herb who came over to work on our school project. Is something the matter that you're home so early?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hansen." said José and Herb in unison politely.
"Good afternoon, boys. The matter, Thomas, is your clothes. You have been in the house at least five minutes and you should be out of your street clothes by now."
Let me explain. My parent are, to put it simply and directly, crazy. They believe that not only children should be seen and not heard but that they don't wear clothes in the house. Ever since I was out of diapers I have been required to strip to my underwear when I came inside the house. The same rule applied to my cousins as well and since with my parents and their siblings it was very much «mi casa es tu casa» the most any of us kids wore in any of our homes was underwear. Just like it's hard to believe in Santa Claus and not in Jack Frost, there were other things. We youngsters frequently lost our underpants also. In the summer after playing in the sprinkler when they were wet -- off they came as we came back into the house likewise for many transgressions and always until the next morning if we were spanked. It was particularly embarrassing after I reached puberty and my girl cousins (five and seven years younger) not to mention my aunts saw my pubes. My parents said that we were all just kids and were to be treated the same. That I was significantly older did not matter to them; we were all the same younger generation. But let me continue.
I tried to change the subject. "Father, my classmates are here to work on an important school project with me. Please can we discuss this later?" I pleaded. I was hoping that the extreme emphasis on school would distract dad from where he was going.
"COME HERE THOMAS." It was not working; I was going to get it in front of my friends, once again. My parent are also big believers in making punishment humiliating as possible.
I handed my book bag to José, and went back down the stairs to where father was standing. "Thomas, don't be impertinent. I'm very disappointed in you. Your mother and I thought that you could follow the rules without being constantly watched but evidently we were wrong." He then grabbed my T-shirt and started to lift it off. I knew better than to resist and docilely lifted my arms. "Remove your shoes." I bent over and did so carefully placing them next to the chair where dad had just sat down on. He then reached for my belt and opened it. I did not dare to do anything as I had been through this before -- many times before -- as my classmates watched in stunned but amused silence. Little did they know what a show they were going to get. At this moment I was praying silently that all father would do would be to strip and spank me to tears. As humiliating as that would be, my parents liked to inflict other punishments that are even worse.
He finished opening my jeans and pulled them half way down and then completely off as I lifted each foot on command. He did the same with my briefs; I was now naked except for my socks. Then he put me to his side and pulled me over his lap. The prologue over, Act-I started as he proceeded to beat my little butt with his big bear-like paw and strong arm. I knew that I would cry and embarrass myself even more before my mates for he would not stop until I did. If I cried too soon I would look like a wimp and too late I would be in pain for days. I lost track of both the lecture and the count of the spanks as the pain overwhelmed me and I cried. At least I was not bawling.
Dad then took me upstairs to the bathroom and stood me in the tub for Act-II. It had been more than a month since they had punished me like this so I actually had a respectable looking bush. Dad took the hair clipper he uses for his mustache and mowed down my bush as my classmates watched in astonishment. A lot of guys get spanked but this was very different indeed.
As he wet my pubes and covered them with shaving cream, he calmly announced: "Naughty, impertinent, untrustworthily little boys don't have pubes like responsible young men have." Then he proceed to shave me so that I was as smooth as a little boy. To make matters worse, as he handled me I got hard. Sixteen year olds get hard all the time but this was in front of my parents and classmates. I think that my face was as red as my freshly spanked butt.
When he handed me a towel to dry myself, he finished his lecture. "You know that I will not stand for any of your impertinent backtalk. Now do your homework with your friends." As my friends turned, they saw that my mother had also been watching.
We went to my room as my hard on subsided due to my great shame. On the other hand, both José and Herb were tenting their jeans with their own hot rods. They insisted on feeling up my freshly shorn pubes which caused me to get hard again. "We'll never get any work done this way." said José as he opened his jeans and pulled his oozing _c_o_c_k_ out, "This needs to be taken care of, pronto. You'll help me, Tommy, won't you?" He paused and then smiled broadly as he blackmailed me. "Or do I tell everyone what just happened in school tomorrow?"
Herb forced the same deal as he was stroking his rod. He had also pulled out a couple of condoms from his backpack and handed one to José. As they rolled them on, Herb said: "I've got the lubed one, so I get this end." and slapped my butt hard. They pushed me down on my hands and knees and José grabbed my hair and shoved his _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth. Herb had gotten behind me and I could already feel his _c_o_c_k_ pressing at my hole. He rammed it in and it hurt but since my mouth was full I could not yell. They pushed me back and forth until they both exploded in the rubbers. At least I was safe from any infection. After we all stood up, they started to wipe their _c_o_c_k_s with tissues, when they saw that I had also shot a load on the floor without my _c_o_c_k_ even being touched. They laughed as I cleaned that up. "That's a good little boy; wipe it up before mommy sees."
As we got down to work, they said that they would keep their word and not tell that they saw me spanked and shaved because I was such a good _f_u_c_k_. I was really surprised until they said that we were going to be really good and very intimate friends (as well as project partners) and that they did not want to share me. Of course, we won't have to tell, they told me, for in swim class tomorrow everyone will see your red butt and bald pubes. I almost cried at the reminder of the truth as they both laughed and rubbed my smooth crotch calling me 'little boy'; their little hairless _f_u_c_k_ boy.
We had been working for an hour when mom just walked and invited them to stay for dinner. They both, alas, accepted subject to parental approval which was easily obtained. Of course, I was naked at the table with my fully dressed, fourteen year old classmates, who were a year and a half younger than me, as we ate. Mother still has real good knack of embarrassing me. She calmly asked dad why he had spanked and shaved me AGAIN. That last word was not lost on José and Herb. Not only did dad explain in detail but he also added that I would not be allowed even underpants in the house until Monday.
I was in full dread of swim class the third and fourth periods the next day as it approached. I though about cutting class and even about skipping school but I knew that I would be caught and just suffer more. Anyway, eventually, I would be in swim class. I'll bet that you guessed what sort of outfits we have to wear. Yep, birthday suits. There was not any way that I could not be there for almost two hours naked in the locker room, pool, showers and lockers again without, as Herb noted, everyone seeing that I had lost my pubes.
I tried to delay the horror by being slow and the last into the pool area. That was a dreadful mistake. The swim coach saw me come in last and called me over immediately. I was standing facing both him and the entire class. "Hansen, there is defiantly a consensus that shaving your head and body will improve a swimmer's performance. That is why our team does it. But they also wear suits in meets so that they leave their pubes alone. This [pointing at my bald crotch] is not going to get you any points here, boy. Of course, being late will make you lose them. Now take your place."
"Yes, sir." and I started to join the row of fifteen other guys waiting. In doing so, I passed the coach.
"Hold it, Hansen." I stopped and turned to face him, showing the class my butt. "Did you shower first?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your tail is so red, that I though it was rouged. Take your place. On the double." The class was now concentrating on my butt surely realizing that I must have been spanked. José and Herb could keep their silence and it would not matter for soon everyone in school would know that I had been spanked and lost my pubes. They made a deal that cost them nothing and gained power over me with an even bigger secret -- that they had _f_u_c_k_ed me.
The coach hung around the shower room and lockers to be sure that there was not any trouble that first day but I was sure that he would not be there everyday. I heard lots of snide remarks on the bus home.
The first day that the coach did not watch us in the shower Paul Conner, a freshman, showed how great his interest was in my bare pubes. I was the first heading into the shower and he was behind me. He grabbed me at the entrance and got me into a full Nelson actually lifting me up and turned to face the guys coming in. He was much stronger and bigger so my struggles were in vain. Then loud enough for everyone to hear, proclaimed: "Little hairless boys like you, Hansen, must wait until the real men with pubes go first."
By the end of the day on Friday, everyone in school knew about how my parents treated me and, explicitly, that I had lost my pubes. Some of my fellow students already knew about the no clothes and spanking at home from the past and there were also reports from my cousins through various siblings.
The most popular story was about visit the family made to the lake last summer. There were three pairs of parents, my five cousins and I. At fifteen and half I was the oldest by far since the next oldest was Mary Beth who was ten. Unfortunately the story that went around was true. I'm sure that it was Mary Beth that told it first.
Tommy and his parents were the last to show up at the lake so everyone got to watch what happened to him. His parents stripped off their street clothes and were soon in their bathing suits. Tommy was holding back. His mother told him to undress and go play and swim with the rest of us kids. He objected that he did not have a bathing suit. His dad just slapped him and undressed him down to his briefs. He was soon crying like a little boy of five.It seemed that every one that I saw in school was laughing at me like at the beach. I was glad that I had not made up any stories but just refused to talk about things.His dad then pulled down his briefs and I saw that he had grown hair about his dicky since last year. He was hauled over his dad's lap and SPANKED hard until he was bawling. Then he had to play with us all day. When his briefs got wet they got transparent and everyone could see how they clung to his little pee-pee. Even his hair showed.
At the end of the day, his mommy said that because he had been acting like a little boy that he was not allowed to dry himself. She pulled the briefs off him and dried him all over after just like mom was doing with my little brother. When she dried his penis it got bigger and stuck out. That did not happen with my little brother. She yelled at him that he was a disgusting boy. Then she put dry briefs on him. His thing caused them to push out.
Then his father gave him a few hard spanks and he wet his briefs, but it was not pee because it was not yellow. His mother said he was gross and pulled his briefs off him and they took him to the car buck naked.
Even the grown ups were laughing at him.
The next week was very quiet. It was the fourth week of school that presented the problems. It turned out that the no hazing rules was not as absolute as I thought. I was at my hall locker on Monday morning when I was surrounded by a batch of sophs just as I was wondering what the big DF label on my locker meant. "Hansen, you're the designated freshBOY." One of the guys pinned a button on my shirt with a DF. "Get into your locker, now."
"What is this?" I asked innocently.
"I just told you, dummy. You're the designated freshBOY. You are to get into your locker when you're told or we will put you in and ask you again tomorrow, little hairless Tommy." There were six of them. I got into the locker. They closed the door and it took me ten minutes to get out. I got a detention for being late which meant that I had to walk home.
On Thursday, I got together with José and Herb at Herb's house to work on our project. As you would have expected they had other things on their minds as well as the project. They insisted that I should strip to my briefs as if I was home. They threatened that they would tell about what they did and saw at my place if I did not comply. They even pointed out that they had kept their part of the bargain but if I wanted everyone to know the details...."
I stripped for them. It was not that they would see anything new that disturbed me but that I was under the control of two fourteen year olds. Then they declared that because of my resistance, that I had earned a spanking. Herb yanked down my briefs and José pulled me across his lap. The both paddled me, alternating smacks with a pair of ping-pong paddles. They did not stop until I was crying like a baby. Then they _f_u_c_k_ed me together -- one in my mouth and the other in ass. I did not believe it but I was so excited that I shot on the floor again as they filled their rubbers. They made me lick it up.
They noticed that I had grown some pubic stubble and said that it was wrong for little boys like me. They pushed me down on the bed and shaved me. This was a lot more sensuous that when dad or mom did it. They constantly played with my hard pee-pee (as they called it) as they pulled the razor over my pubic mound. When they finished shaving me, they jerked me off which felt very good. We then worked on our project while I was naked. I was allowed to get dressed and had supper with pants on for a change as we ate at Herb's house.
On Friday, the sophs ganged up on me again. I was lead out to the football field and told to strip. I pleaded not to be made to do it. "You have a choice, boy. If we have to strip you, you won't find your clothes very easily. When I was naked, they gave me back my sneakers. One of them threw my clothes on the goad posts at the far end of the field while another wrote DF with a permanent marker on my chest and back. Then they went to the stands to watch the girls' track team practice. I hid under the stands until it was dark before running to retrieve my clothes and walking home. I was rewarded with a spanking for being late and not calling. Mom noticed that my pubes were still smooth and said that they grew very slowly.
I got stuffed into my locker every week. The rules were quite clear. If I did as I was told, that was it for the week. Otherwise, I got forced in and they asked again the next day. A couple of times I told them that I had a test and we made an appointment for later in the day.
Pantsings were less predictable. The first time was on the stairs. I got pushed up into a corner and my belt and pants opened and pulled down along with my briefs. I was told to just stand there until they blew a while in three minutes before moving. You would be surprised at how many though it was cleaver to say: "Hi Baldy." A few girls played on Mae West's line with: "You don't look happy to see me."
I found out later that it was a very careful setup. They had blocked the stairs above and below and only let a select few through to see me. If I had run, then I would have been stripped on the entrance steps and tied to the railing.
It was the pantsing in the coed PE class that was the worst because it was at the hands of another freshman -- Paul Conner. Paul came up behind me in the gym. Not only did he yank down my shorts but my jock strap also. Since I was on the 'skins' at that time, I was naked in a class of sixty boys and girls. I started to run but tripped over my own shorts which were about my ankles and fell on my face. Paul grabbed my shorts and jock while others were laughing at my bare buns. I got up and then I was naked for all to see. I tried to cover my crotch with my hands as I ran to the exit to the locker room. My way was blocked by Paul and his friends.
They teased me by tossing by shorts and jock about as I tried to grab them in a game of keep- away. This, of course, let everyone see me, with my bat and ball bouncing, from all angles. After a while, one of the teachers, Ms. Stuckup, came over. She told them: "Let him go now. You've had your fun." She was smiling as she looked at my crotch and asked: "Do you shave them or are you just like that." Before I got out I could see one of the guys climbing one of the rope with my jock strap. The next time in PE I could see it tied to the support bar some twenty five feet up. It had replaced a bra that had been put there the day before. It was a week later that Sally actually climbed to the top, in class, and retrieved it. She then presented it to me saying for all to hear: "I believe this is yours, hairless boy." She got her laugh. I got red.
One afternoon, a couple of seniors, actually asked me to help out in their drawing class. They needed a male model and I had been recommended. The senior's brother was one of the sophs that was in charge of the hazing gang. It was clear that refusing would not be a good idea. So at 2:30 I showed up at the drawing studio and the teacher asked me to strip to my briefs and to get on the posing platform. The class, half guys and half gals, told me to go all the way. The teacher reminded the class that pubic hair may not be exhibited. The guys that invited me told her that was a not problem with me just when one of the gals stepped up behind me and pulled my briefs down. The teacher looked, and said it was OK. I was studied for a couple of hours as they all tried to draw a young male body with his balls and _c_o_c_k_ hanging out. I was invited to come back twice. José and Herb made sure that I did not have to worry about having any forbidden hair.
It was in mid October when José and Herb were at my house to work on our project again. As soon as I got inside, I stripped down to my undershorts while they got some cold soda. Mom came into the room and berated me for not tending to my chores. She said she would spank me later for she had some things to do now. The ever helpful José asked: "Mrs. Hansen, if you like, we can do that for you." Mother cheerfully accepted their offer of help. "Lose the briefs, boy." ordered José. A minute later the three of us were upstairs, with me naked. They had spanked me before but not with parental sanctions. That little voice inside told me that this was not a good portent.
They decided that they would strap me using their leather belts. I lay over the bed and they each started to strap me with a folded belt alternating strokes. They swung hard with the enthusiasm of having delegated parental power over me. I was soon crying from the pain. They did not stop until I was bawling. As they liked to do, they even shaved me again. And, it goes without saying, double _f_u_c_k_ed me.
I was still kneeling on the floor as they buttoned up their jeans when mother walked in just in time to hear: "Wipe up that mess you made, boy." Mother did not see their cum filled condoms, but just my puddle on the floor. As always she upbraided me for coming when I was being punished and invited them for dinner. She inspected my butt and told them that they had done a good job. Then Herb said to check out my pubis for they had also shaved me. Mother was very pleased and thanked them profusely. At dinner she told father how they had strapped and shaved me and he was even more pleased than mother. He told them that: "I worry about Tommy in school. Do you think that you could keep an eye on him and maybe a belt or two at school?" Mother seconded the idea and they both happily volunteered to try to be of help in any small way that they could.
"Mr. Hansen," started José, "do you shave Tommy because he is bad or because he so immature?"
"A very good question, young man." dad replied, " If he was more mature, then he would not get into so much mischief that require punishment, of course, so definitely because he is so childish."
"Unfortunately his body developed sooner than his mind." added mother. "He can not be trusted about girls yet for he does have the necessary self-control yet." They both thanked my parents for the insights and promised that they would really watch out for me.
While we were finishing up our project father wrote a letter to the principal explaining the power that José and Herb had over me for it authorized them to take charge of me and even to spank me for transgressions in school whenever they deemed necessary. He said that he would send it to the principal tomorrow and gave each of us a copy. Now I was totally at their mercy for father would get me for not obeying them.
In case you have not figured it out, let me explain that "The Designated Freshman" is, in a couple of words -- THE SCAPEGOAT. One very unlucky kid, this time me, is allowed to be hazed without any risk to the hazers. The sophs have a secret vote and someone is chosen. The school administration has found that the total amount of hazing is lower and except for that one kid everyone is happy. Tradition has it that real violence not be used but, likewise, blackmail is standard. The general form is 'go along with this humiliation or we will force you to do something worse.' Now to complicate things, I have two guys with parental authorization (even known to the school) that have even more power over me. My future is bleak indeed.
I few days later a had to agree to a new set of rules that we worked out. We started with the ones José had to follow which he had written out in his own hand and signed. It was pretty much what you would expect with requirements to do school work and chores, curfew and punishment standards. The curfew seamed early but since José had the same it was not possible to change it. What I did not know was that it was an old set of rules from when José was in the seventh grade. Of course, I had to add my crazy parents' rule about no street clothes in the house and continue to wear briefs rather than boxers.
I had left it on my desk without realizing that mother would be in my room so a couple of days later at dinner my parents said they approved of "Tommy's Rules" and thought that they would do me good.
It was only a week later that I got into an argument with another freshman in the hall which turned into a shoving contest. We were both hauled off to the vice-principal and each of us got detention for two days. The first day there José and Herb showed up with a note from the principal explaining that they were going to administer CP if they saw fit after talking to me. I was not able to talk my way out so they decided on ten strokes with a belt on my bare butt. I begged them to do it after school even offering to take double but they were adamant. They made an announcement explaining their authority and that I was to be strapped here and now.
I had to drop my pants and briefs and lean over the teacher's desk. As I got into position the room went silent and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. They each folded their belts and alternated stokes as always. I could hear comments about how the strips were forming across my ass and my balls bouncing. My two disciplinarians hit hard but avoided the most sensitive crease at the bottom so that I was able not to cry.
When they were finished, I had to turn around, apologize to the other detainees for distracting them from studying and thank the two of them for punishing me. I guess that I should be grateful that they did not take me over the knee and spank me. I spent the rest of the hour with my nose in the corner and my hot red butt on display.
Fortunately my guardians stayed to chaperone me home so I was protected from the others who where there. Actually, we only walked part way home together, but I was given strict instructions that I was to strip completely once I was home in accordance with the 'naked after spanking' rule. It was a good thing that I did, for Herb called to check on me. I dread to think what dad would have done if I was wearing my briefs.
By lunch time the next day it seemed that everyone knew that José and Herb not only had jurisdiction over me but would exercise it publically. I did get one benefit out of this -- the second day's detention was canceled.
Thanksgiving morning I spent doing heavy chores -- cleaning out the garage and yard work. After hours of this heavy work, I was allowed to take a hot soaking bath. Just as I settled down to relax my muscles, my relatives started to arrive. Since there we two sets of them, they were able to interact with each and leave me alone. That was until six year Stevie spilt chocolate milk all over himself. In a couple of minutes Aunt Elizabeth and mom barged into the bathroom and mom told me that I was going to have to share the tub as Stevie was put into the tub. His mother washed him and his big sister Ruth Ann, who had tagged along, volunteered to dry him. She stood him on the toilet and started to do so. Definitely mommy little helper.
Aunt Elizabeth was kneeling by the tub with only, to her, one kid in it. "Let me help you, Tommy." she said picking up the washcloth. Ruth Ann giggled as she slowly dried her little brother.
Instead of saying something like «Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth, I would appreciate your scrubbing my back which is hard to do.» I said: "Thank you, but I can wash myself now, Aunt Elizabeth. I'm not a little boy anymore." If I had, maybe she would just have done that.
"Don't be silly, Tommy. I've bathed you lots of times." with that she started to do my back. Actually, that was nice because it is hard to reach. She looked behind my ears, and laughed. "I see you still miss back here," scrubbing hard to correct my oversight, "just like the little boy you are."
Just then eight year old Ronnie walked in. "I've brought Stevie's fresh underroos." The two girls put them on Stevie who ran off to play. They stayed to watch aunt Elizabeth bathe me.
"Stand up, Tommy." ordered my aunt. I pleaded with my eyes but I got that look that clearly said 'do as you are told or get spanked and then you will do it'. I stood up as my cousins stared at my crotch. Aunt Elizabeth proceed to wash my legs and then my behind. She made me spread my checks first so she could she if there any excessive deposits before using the washcloth. "Notice, girls, that washing Tommy is the same as Stevie except that there is more to do."
Then she proceed to wash my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. "I see that you're still a little boy here, Tommy. You don't have pubic hair." (Apparently she forgot she saw my pubes last summer and that mother told her she and dad shaved me several times.) Ruth Ann and Ronnie giggled. "Don't laugh girls. Some boys are slower than other to develop. Your cousin's penis and testicles are growing normally. You can see that they are proportionally larger than little Steven's." All this talk, interest in my equipment and handling by my aunt, had caused me to get hard. "Thomas! You should be ashamed of yourself for having an erection in front of your young cousins and myself." She sighed and the two girls came closer. "Well, we might as well take advantage of it. Girls, see Tommy has gotten an erection. As I explained to you before, his penis has filled with blood and gotten hard in preparation for intercourse. Of course, that is most inappropriate now. When he gets older he'll also get hair over here called pubes."
"May we touch it, mother?" asked Ruth Ann.
"Oh, yes, please, may we?" chimed in Ronnie.
"No. Definite not." I said firmly. (Hadn't she heard about 'good touching and bad touching'?)
"Thomas, this is your own fault. If you had not gotten erect we would never have even started this conversation. Please cooperate for this is an important lesson for the girls." They took that as permission and both reached forward. They grabbed and pulled on my _c_o_c_k_. Their little hands were hot and they pulled a lot.
I was losing control. "Please stop." I cried, "please." They did not and I shot. My cum went right between the girls and hit the wall.
"THOMAS STEVEN HANSEN! how could you do such a thing! You're just a disgusting animal." The girls had stepped back and my erection collapsed. "Thomas has ejaculated. Ruth Ann, go ask uncle Sandy to come and spank Tommy." As the girls ran to get dad, she added: "Your mother is right; you should have your balls removed."
In about two minutes dad was sitting on my bed and I was over his lap. Everyone watched as he spanked me. First he used his hand and then his belt. It was a very long spanking and I was bawling just like little Stevie does. I was parked in the corner and told to stay there until I was called. I was glad to hide my face.
Later, Ruth Ann came to me. She walked over to me and touched my hot butt. "You really got spanked Tommy. Your bottom is still very hot. I was sent to tell you to come to dinner." I turned around for she had seen and touched everything just a little while ago. I was surprised for instead of just being in her underwear, she was wearing a dress. "Do you like my party dress, Tommy? I have special permission to wear it for dinner today." she said with a curtsy.
A few minutes later we were all at the table. Six adults fully dressed. Four kids under ten in their underwear. One just eleven year old girl in a party dress. One sixteen year old boy with shaven pubes and a hot red ass in his birthday suit, blushing all over sitting between the two young girls. I did not think that it could get any worse. I was wrong. Mother told how two of my classmates -- both only fourteen but mature -- were helping with my discipline. "They watch him at school and outside. They spank and shave Thomas at least once a week. It makes it much easier for us."
After dinner, the men retired to the football games on TV and the women to kitchen. I was stuck having to play with my five cousins. The three little ones were happy with computer games and cartoons but Ruth Ann and Ronnie wanted to play with me. Perhaps I should be more precise, they wanted to play with my genitals. I tried to speak with dad but I got shoed away. I tried to speak with aunt Elizabeth but mom told me: "Thomas, please just be a good host. Play with the other little children; just do what they want for a couple hours like a good boy. Or would you prefer another spanking today?"
"Come on, Tommy, we all want to play." said Ruth Ann from the doorway now back in only her underwear.
"Thomas, go; now!" said mother in that tone meaning a spanking could happen in just seconds.
Back in the other room, Ruth Ann announced that they wanted to play 'doctor'. She was the doctor and Ronnie was the nurse. I was to be the patient. I told her that I did not want to play that game but she insisted. "I heard your mommy tell you to play what we wanted. If you don't, I'll tell and you'll get another spanking." I was trapped.
"Please bring in the next patient, nurse." she said opening up her 'play doctor' set and putting on stethoscope. Ronnie lead me to the chair. "Good, I see that the patient is undressed already." She proceed to poke and probe me, to look in every hole in my head like she thought a real doctor does with a toy light instrument. She listen to my heart and lungs (not that she could hear anything) with the toy stethoscope. Then I had to lie on the floor with my butt up. She looked at it and patted it hard. I flinched. "Your bottom is very sensitive, patient Tommy. Have you been spanked recently."
"Yes, doctor, this morning."
"You must have deserved it, boy."
"Yes, doctor. I was a bad boy." I said getting into the sprit of her game.
Then she spread my checks and touched my anus. "This looks nice and clean. It is good that you keep it clean. Turn over, please." This is what I had feared. "See, nurse, the patient is still a boy for he does not have hair here yet." She took hold of my hardening _c_o_c_k_ and jerked it a bit. Ronnie gabbed my balls and in seconds I was rock hard. "This is good, nurse, see how quickly he is ready for intercourse for his penis has gotten very hard." The girls played a bit more and I shot again. As they wiped me off with a towel, the doctor noted: "He makes lots of sperm so he can make a baby."
Ruth Ann rubbed my pubis and then declared: "There is a problem here, this skin is not smooth but rough." She then leaned over and look at my pubis very carefully. "It feels like daddy's cheek when he needs a shave. I saw that you had hair at the beach last summer. What happened to your hair?"
"Your aunt and uncle cut it off to punish me." I answered sadly and truthfully. I don't know why I did; probably it was that I always told the doctor the truth.
Then she changed modes without warning. "Shooting like that is disgusting, Thomas. Turn over." she said imitating her mother. I was relieved to do so. "Naughty boys get spanked." The both girls started to spank me as hard as they could. My butt was still sensitive from the beating dad had given me so I winced and flinched to their delight.
When they finished spanking me, they told me to sit up. "Get a lollipop for the good patient, nurse." They each gave me a hug and a kiss and thanked me for playing with them and promised not to tell what we did. We played cards until it was time for them to leave.
After all the other little kids (other than me!) got dressed and we were saying good bye, Ruth Ann pulled me down, gave me a hug and kiss and again thanked me for playing so nicely with her and Ronnie. This time everyone could hear.
When everyone was gone, mother told me she was glad that I had played nicely with my cousins so that I would not have to get another spanking. I hope that you noticed that your cousins were polite enough to thank you to show they appreciated your playing with them.
It was the second week in December that I got into trouble again in school. It was in PE and Ms. Stuckup, the same nasty female coach that did not do anything to Paul and his friends for pantsing me weeks ago, got me for not stopping instantly when she blew her whistle when I was taking a running shot at the basket. She was about to write me up for a detention when the head coach came over and spoke privately to her. A minute later she announced that I was to be strapped by Rodriguez for my mis-dead rather than detention. The strapping would occur here and now on my bare posterior. That word got a big laugh from the class. In a minute, I was bent over a vaulting horse with my shorts off and just wearing my jock strap. Ms. Stuckup wanted the jock off but the head coach said the condition was that my butt was bare and it was.
Herb came around to hold me in place. Ms. Stuckup was not satisfied and asked for a volunteer to help hold me. A lot of hands went up but she picked Paul. Paul quickly took my right wrist while Herb had my left. "This should be lots of fun, Tommy. I hope you cry like a baby."
José took his position. After the head coach said: "Whenever you're ready Rodriguez." he started. The belt crashed down with a loud WHACK but it did not hurt nearly as much as it appeared. Paul had to count. "One, sucker." José continued until I had been given eight more. I got a snide remark with each one from Paul.
"One more, Hansen." said José. They gripped me extra tightly not sure what José was going to do. WHACK!! He hit much harder and I really felt it although it sounded just like the others. "OK, shorts back on, Tom." There was a round of applause but I'm not sure if it was for me or José or the show.
Ms. Stuckup said it was too easy. The head disagreed and José kindly offered to demonstrate on her to show that it was real. Alas, she refused and the class, disappointed, continued.
José, bless his kind heart, had been practicing with the strap. He had learnt how to make noise or pain or both with the strap. He said that he expected that I might be in an unfair situation and wanted to be prepared. Also, he had suggested the strapping to the head coach so that I would not have another detention on my record.
It was the last day before the winter holiday break at lunch time one the usual harassers asked (rather than told me, although I had not realized at the moment) me to be at my locker at the end of the day. I asked, no, pleaded for a reprieve but he was adamant and insisted. Either I promised to be there or I would lose my pants -- here and now in the lunch room -- and they would be waiting for me at the appointed time and place. I promised. I was worried that they would really lock me into my locker when the place was deserted so I asked José and Herb to be ready to rescue me.
It was really a big surprise. A lot of guys and gals were there. When I got there, the DF marker had been removed from my locker which was strange. One of them presented me with a scroll. I opened it and read:
NOTICE OF CONVICTION BY IMPEACHMENT Be it known that THOMAS STEVEN HANSEN has been lawfully impeached for high crimes and misdemeanors and found GUILTY at trial by the Sophomore Senate of Samuel Houston High School this twentieth day of December of the 140th year of the Republic of Texas.
According to that judgement of the Senate said THOMAS STEVEN HANSEN is hereby REMOVED from the office of THE DESIGNATED FRESHBOY and forever disqualified from ever holding that office again.
I felt great walking home for I knew that when school resumed Paul Conner will be the next Designated Freshboy. I was really looking forward to it. Especially in swim class after he losses his pubes for the guys promised me that it would happen -- somehow.
It was home room time the first morning back at school after the New Year and the standard school announcement was just finishing with: "The sophomore class would like to thank Mr. Thomas Hansen for being such a good sport as the DF. However, he has been removed from that exalted position. The new DF is...." and the bell rang drowning out the name and everyone heard the click of the system being shut off.
There was a bit of apprehension through the fresh class for only the three of us (José, Herb and myself) knew who the new DF was. The sophs had advised us to not to let anyone know that we knew what was going to happen and to keep it a secret that I was an honorary soph. It was at the third class break that Paul found out. Several of us had gone to our lockers and saw the big CF label on his locker. Paul immediately started to remove it when he was surrounded by a batch of sophs. "Don't touch that, Conner." ordered a command voice loudly.
Paul did not know when he was out numbered. He told them to _f_u_c_k_ off and started to peal it off again. Several hands grabbed him. "That's not a good thing to do, boy." they warned. "You need to cool off. Just get into your locker."
"No way, José!" he snapped. Four guys lifted him and shoved him into his locker and closed the door. He was screaming to be let out in just seconds. A lot of us were laughing at him. He liked to dish it out but it was immediately evident that he could not take it.
The warning bell rang and everyone dashed for class leaving him. As the sophs left, they were smiling. "This is a live one. He going to be lots of fun. Not like you, Hansen." I got patted on the back and my ass slapped twice. Things were definitely going to be better. Paul dragged himself into class fifteen minutes late and got a detention. Most of the class, smiled.
It took Paul four days to learn that he had best do what he was told. Well, about getting into his locker anyway.
Stripping out by the football field after classes was a different matter. He refused to do it. That was not a prudent choice for he was greatly outnumbered. Many hands pulled at his clothes. His shirt and t-shirt were shredded almost immediately. His jeans were ripped open rendering the zipper useless. His sneakers were pulled off and then his socks and jeans. His boxers were ripped off leaving only the elastic waist band. His clothes were thrown at the far goal with his sneakers and jeans wrapped around the bar. This was not like was done with my clothes. I was able to get mine by jumping and just pulling them down. They had tied some rocks in his pants legs so that they wrapped around the bar like a bola would and hence required a ladder to retrieve.
Then the girls' track team trotted out for practice. Paul was horrified. For all his boasting he had never been with a girl and was very ashamed to be naked. I was just sitting in the stands watching and enjoying this.
The sophs that had stripped him sort of disappeared into the stands and soon he was surrounded by the girls. They literally ran circles about him so they all saw all of him. Because he was so ashamed of being naked, his penis wilted and he stood there with his hands over it trying to hide. The girls delighted in pulling his arms out so they all got a good look. A few even slapped his butt. Once they had his arms, they invited him to a warmup lap about the track. It was an offer he could not refuse. He was forced to lead the pack so that everyone in the stands saw him.
The girls did take pity on him, and gave him some clothes from their emergency bag that they have in case things rip. They found a very nice pair of pink panties with black lace trim that was almost his size and slipped them on him. As awful as the very tight, very feminine panties were they must have seemed a bit better than nothing to him. Of course, they were so tight so that his basket was well defined. They also found a powder blue bra and put that on him.
Finally, they responded to his pleas and tears and let him go. But they kindly tried to make him look better with some makeup including lipstick and gave him a drink of water. Regrettably, the water girl slipped and got his panties soaking wet (making them more transparent). He ran off and hid until dark. He had to sneak home dressed in girls' underwear as he couldn't get his clothes and did not have anything to get the makeup off.
Unfortunately, I was not there to witness what happen when he got home. The sophs had alerted his brother, Kevin who was in the eight grade, what going to happen and made sure that he had a digital camera. The report from Kevin was great. Of course, Paul's parents yelled at him for losing his clothes and being late. Not only was Kevin absolutely delighted but so was Sally, their little sister. Kevin got several pictures. The first one as Paul came up the stairs and then a couple in the family room. Their dad asked for copies so Paul could not force his little brother to destroy them. The pics were quickly uploaded Kevin's web site and he e-mailed them to his brother and a couple of trusted friends before Paul could even try to suppress them. "Which of your friends would like copies of these?" was the text.
What Paul had not known was that the school newspaper photographer had also been at the field. She also got a few shots -- both of him running nude and in the panties and bra. Although the former could not be published, the latter was in the school newspaper a couple of days later. I made sure to get a few copies. Even Paul's friends had a good laugh.
Paul complained to the vice-principal. He was told that since he was the DF there was nothing that could be done. Once it became known that he had complained he was derided even more for being a poor sport. I bet he would have been congratulated for giving his autograph on the picture for a donation to some charity as a good sport.
Paul was subjected to the 'pants down for three minute on the stairs game' but bolted after only thirty seconds. He was not stopped but that triggered the plan to teach him obedience. At the end of the day he was surrounded and his shirt was pulled up and off. His hands then tied behind his back with wire ties. A couple of minutes later he was on the fronts steps of the school. His hands were attached to the side banister. His jeans and boxers pulled to his knees and then off completely. Anyone going in or out would see him totally exposed. A blindfold was slipped over his eyes.
He heard a humming that he could not quite place and then vibration on his crotch. He could not help but to get hard as his equipment was handled. This only took a couple of minutes. The blindfold was pulled off. Now he could see the appreciative audience. He looked down in shame and realized what the buzzing had been. It was a hair clipper like a barber uses and his pubes were now gone. He looked like a little kid again. And, everyone knew that he looked like a little kid. He lost control and tears were coming down his cheeks.
The fifteen minutes he was there seemed like an eternity to Paul when I went up to him. "I see that you are letting it all hang out, Paul. Are you trying to impress someone?"
"Please, Tom, cut me free. Please, have pity on me?"
"You really don't have to worry since you don't have pubes and are just a little boy. Little boys are allowed to be naked." I chucked. Paul pleaded again. After a while I did was I was there for. Actually, it was my job and no one else was going to do it. The other freshies knew they better stay out of this, the upper class guys felt that the sophs were just having fun. The sophs had designated me for this job. It was part of my reward for being a good sport. "It could be dangerous for me, Paul. Maybe you should just wait for the janitor. Perhaps one of the girls has an extra pair of panties you can use?" I teased him.
"Please, Tom. I'll do anything. Just let me go."
"I'll remember that. Why don't you salute the flag as a sign of good faith when I free you?" I found my nail clipper and clipped one tie freeing one hand. Paul just covered his crotch.
"No, No, NO! Salute the flag." Reluctantly Paul saluted and looked at the flag. It had been replaced by his jeans and boxers. "Good boy. I have a message for you and please remember that I'm just the messenger. You are going to have Kevin, your little brother, shave your crotch twice a week until the end of the year. You better do it or you'll be here again. From personal experience I will tell that they have ways of knowing."
"Tom, please release me."
"You did not say anything, Paul. Are you reneging already?"
Paul knew he was beaten. "Alright, I agree."
"Say it."
"I'll have Kevin shave my crotch twice a week until the end of the term."
"You better not forget, Paul. The rest of the message is that next time it will be to have your sister Sally shave you. If I was in your position, I would have Kev do it." I then clipped the tie holding the other wrist. Paul ran to the flag pole and frantically looked for a way to get his pants to the amusement of the other students. Eventually the janitor came out to lower the flag. He had a good laugh before getting him his pants.
Paul could not get up the courage to have Kevin shave him. He could not even do himself as was evident in swim class. Kevin was told about of the deal and confronted his brother. Paul, admitted that was the deal and Kevin insisted that as a loyal brother he would help to the best of his ability. I've been told that you'll regret it if it does not happen by tomorrow. He got their dad's shaving cream and a new disposable razor. Kevin had a lot of fun for bother has frequently teased him about not having pubes. Now that he was actually growing his own, it was doubly fun to keep his brother bald. He even stopped teasing his brother within the week for he saw what a baby and a bully he was. Kevin resolved to bide his time until he could crush his big brother to get even for all his past injuries.
Paul did not enjoy swim class after that. Because he was always trying to hide his shaven crotch, the other guys wanted to see it. For the next week, he was made to stand with his hands behind his back as everyone walked passed him to the showers and say: "After you please, sir."
Even though I was still hairless thanks to José and Herb, I did not care anymore. No one paid attention to me any more and Paul was always calling attention to his misfortune.
Back home Paul was finding things were changing. Kevin had talked to their parents about Paul. How he did not want to have pubes so that he was more boy like, how he had stopped bullying like he had been and that he cried about how bad things were. One of the more interesting developments, was that Kevin had been reminding (telling!) Paul to do his homework and his chores. Their parents kept close watch on their elder son and soon concluded that he need a lot more watching then their younger son. They started to put Kevin in charge when they went away even just for a few hours. By the end of the school year, when Kevin graduated eight grade he was fully in charge of his older, but cowardly and immature, big brother.
After being tied to the school steps naked, there was little point in pantsing Paul for everyone had seen him naked. However, because he was so unhappy that it was done, he pants got yanked almost as often as he was stuffed into his locker. It became a simple ritual. He would be approached and told to drop his pants or lose them. After he pushed his jeans down to his ankles, someone would yank his briefs down. (He had been prohibited from wearing the stylish boxers but required to wear briefs by Kevin.) What he did not notice, was that he was not being watched very much. After a minute, he pulled them up and blushed for the rest of the day.
It was a Saturday morning at the end of March and José was already at my house to study. We expected Herb a little latter. We had to study early because my family was having a barbeque that afternoon. We had already started to work when mom came in. She told us that she and Aunt Elizabeth were going shopping and Ruth Ann and Ronnie were staying home to play. As my dad and my uncle were also out she asked José to keep an eye on them.
It was only a couple of minutes later when José was in the bathroom that Ruth Ann and Ronnie came into my room and insisted that they wanted to play to play doctor being very graphic about how. I told them we had to work and for a while they stayed away while we did our school work.
A hour later they returned and again demanded to play doctor. Herb pointed out that we were playing a game -- we were playing school. And both Ruth Ann and Ronnie were being very naughty for disrupting the class. And naughty girls get spanked. José and Herb each took hold of one of the little girls. Moving their chairs so that they had room they pulled the girls panties off (all they were wearing except for Ruth Ann's unneeded training bra) and then over their laps. They spanked them soundly and soon they were crying and bawling. Even though they struggled they could not stop the much stronger youths. They also managed to kick off their panties. I throughly enjoy the whole thing for I knew that they were spoiled brats who not only avoided getting spanked but had caused me to be spanked and gloated watching several times. When the spanking was over, the girls were put into the corners of the hall outside my room and we resumed doing our homework for school. After that both José and Herb then decided that I should be dressed properly and ordered me to put on my jeans. I happily obeyed.
When Aunt Elizabeth and mother come soon afterward, that is how they found them. When the women stopped yelling, José calmly explained that they had been very naughty girls, disturbing our studying and wanting to play an inappropriate game. They explained in the same explicit language that Ruth Ann wanted to make sure that her cousin could still make sperm, to see if his penis had grown and if he had pubes. The activities that Ruth Ann suggested were so inappropriate that they could be considered child abuse. They also stated that it was obvious that I should be properly dressed as other adolescents considering how precocious the girls were. They even talked that such activities could get me put into a reform school as a _s_e_x_ual abuser of children. The women were quite stunned. They did not even argue when they were reminded that the according to the rules, the girls were not permitted even their underwear for the rest of the day.
A little later my father and uncle returned and my other relatives arrived. The six adults did not know what to do. They were not really ready to accept that their children were growing up and were _s_e_x_ual creatures. José and Herb's logic had been so consistent with everything they had been saying for years that were stuck with the situation. I was very glad that they had been invited to stay for the barbeque.
We resumed our studying until it was time to eat. The grown ups could not talk of anything but what José that said to them. I was not spoken to about being dressed, like a normal youth in a normal home, even once. Once everyone was served, us kids were shooed away from the main table while they ate and talked. Ruth Ann and Ronnie were sulking in the back of the yard sitting on the grass with their plates hiding their still hairless pussies. José went over and spoke to them. They jumped up, gave him a hug and a kiss (on the cheek) and ran into the house. A little later they returned, wearing their jeans and shirts. Then they started to play with my younger cousins.
The change was not lost on the adults nor did they tell the girls to strip to their underwear again. The very little ones seem happy to have the two girls to play with. Perhaps José's talk of courts, reformatories and child abuse had scared them.
José, Herb and I hoped that this would become a permanent change in the way I was treated. I thanked them profusely and said that I was in their debt. They laughed at that saying that I was their boy and was going to remain theirs reminding me that my parents had given them great power over me. "That's fine; you two are a lot fairer and less abusive then they are. And I like your hard _c_o_c_k_s a lot."
They laughed and playfully punched my arms. "That's good because we intend to keep _f_u_c_k_ing you, boy." said Herb.
"And keeping you hairless so you never forget you belong to us, _f_u_c_k_ boy." added José. We just laid on the grass for a while silently knowing that we all liked the situation. "By us being strict with you, your parents probably leave you alone more, Tommy. It does not hurt any that your grades are good and that you stay out of trouble at school."
It was a week later that my parents told me that I was permitted to stay dressed in the house from now on. Also, that Ruth Ann had been instructed about improper behavior and that I should report it if she wanted to play inappropriately again. They also asked how I felt about José and Herb having charge of me.
"It would be nice to be in charge of myself but they are good for me." I stated honestly without telling them that I preferred them to my parents watching me so closely. "I would like it to continue." Nothing more was said about this which meant that my parents did not like the situation but were going to allow it to continue.
It was the next week and we were back in the gym. Ms. Stuckup blew her whistle and then got Paul for not stopping. "That's a detention for you Conner." she gloated. Paul was horrified for he was at the limit for detentions for the term.
"Perhaps he'll prefer summary punishment" called out someone from the back, "like Hansen got last term."
"I'll be pleased to, ma'am, if you like." generously offered José. Everyone went silent and watched Ms. Stuckup and Paul.
Paul weighed the options. "Yes, ma'am, I'll take it here and now."
"OK, Rodriguez get your belt. Conner get your shorts down and over the horse." I rushed to hold him and did one of his buddies.
"This should be lots of fun, Paul. I hope you cry like a baby." I whispered to him just like he had to me. José got into position and started. The belt came down hard on the waiting butt with a loud WHACK!! Paul yelled like a baby. It sounded just like it had when José had strapped me in here in the gym but I knew that he was hitting harder. He did not like Paul any more than I did.
By the sixth stroke Paul was crying like a little boy and yelling to stop. José just continued as required. At the end Paul was blubbering like a five year old much to the amusement of everyone. His friends took him out of the gym.
Later Herb and José told me how nicely the belt marks formed on his ass before they merged into one. He was a very quiet boy after blubbering like a baby in front of everyone.
The hazing crew got him the next morning. He was by his locker when they came up to him and told him to strip. He had learnt that compliance was a good idea and was soon just in his briefs. "Those too, boy." He took them off. They put a diaper on him and a t-shirt with the logo «Big crybaby» and told him that was all he was to wear until the end of the day. "This is your prize for crying in PE yesterday."
Since it was not a gym day he was going to be in that for some six hours. He was lucky they did not tell him that he had to wet it.
A few days later we were at our lockers and he approached me. "Tom, please help me. I've gotten an order to ask you to stuff me in my locker." They promised something terrible if I don't do it. He looked so scared that I couldn't refuse him and did as he asked. He was totally broken. For years he had been a bully and when the tables were turned he just crumbled.
I used my influence to persuade the hazing committee to leave him alone. The next day the DF sign was gone from his locker but he did not get a certificate like I did. He asked me about the missing sign worrying that he would be in trouble for removing it. It took a week before he started to believe that it was over and was frequently following me around. He wanted me as a friend but we had nothing in common except that we both had been the DF and had shaven crotches. This was not a basis for a friendship.
The friendship that José and I had was really working well. Herb was still our friend but was not part of the special relationship that was developing between José and I. We liked being together and really got our work done. Even the _s_e_x_ got better as he allowed me to be active (although never to _f_u_c_k_ him) as well as passive.
We were both doing well at school and he hardly ever found cause to spank me. I had a great report card and everyone was very pleased. I told my parents that it was because of all the help that I had gotten from José in applying myself and keep to the strict rules he had set. José said that it help him a lot also for he had to keep up with me. Dad actually chucked when he saw that José has signed the card as 'guardian'. We all agreed that the current setup was good and that it should continue. José and I did not tell my parents that because we were _f_u_c_k_ing everyday, we could also concentrate better.
It was then that I asked José to continue to be my big brother and when he agreed, we told my parents. What we did not tell my parents was that I did not put any restriction on his power over me. I had promised to be his good and obedient boy and gave him full rights to discipline me in return for guiding me.
A couple of weeks latter I was actually ahead on my homework and José had some family business so I went to the mall alone just to hung for a while. I lost track of the time in the arcade and when I noticed the time dashed for the bus. As I rounded the corner, it pulled away. I paced nervously for twelve minutes until the next one. The bus seemed to creep through the streets. I ran the three blocks from the bus stop to my house and got in just fifty-nine minutes late.
I was depressed for I had let José down. I had earned a spanking. Another minute it would have been a strapping. However, if I did not get it tonight, it would be a strapping tomorrow. There was but one way out.
I got everything ready for the morning and prepared for bed by stripping down to my T-shirt and socks. Then I went downstairs to see my parents. "Father, would you please spank me now?" As you would expect, he was a little shocked and wanted an explanation. "I was late returning home and the rule is that I am to get a moderate spanking and then do fifteen minutes corner time."
"Very well, son." said dad shifting to side chair. "I see that you are still shaved."
"Yes, sir; José and I agreed that I'm not ready to have pubes yet." (Actually, José had just told me and I acceded to his decision.) Dad pulled me over his lap for the first time in months. He got a firm grip on my waist, rub my bottom a bit and began to spank me. It was a pleasure that he missed for he did it very enthusiastically. Within a minute I was hurting and knew that I must be flaming red already. Once I laid across his lap, he was totally in charge and was to determine how much to spank me. I really felt like a little boy again which was not the case when I was across José lap. The spanks continued hard and I was yelling inside. The pain was also building up and when it finally bust out, I began to cry. Dad always spanked me to crying for he said that was when I was learning my lesson. He evidently though I really need to learn for he continued spanking me until I began to bawl. A few more hard spanks and he stopped.
He held me for a while I sobbed on his shoulder and then took me up to my room. He put me in the corner and set the timer. "When the bell rings, go to bed, son." he ordered.
"Yes, father."
The next day when I told José everything, he was very pleased with me. He did not think that I could have done that a few months earlier.
At the end of the term José and I discussed his continuing control over me, I asked if he would allow me to have pubes. He laughed and asked what did I think. I went to the bathroom, stripped and returned with the shaving equipment and a smile. We then had a great _f_u_c_k_ session.
I'm looking forward to a great summer.
The End of Part 1
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