Life is Unfair
Chapter 36. Behavior Modified by Alternative Methods
The after dinner treat didn't apply to Josef. He couldn't enjoy his dinner, not after what had just happened to him. Mother shouted out
"Somebody grab the roll of paper towels off the counter", and Tabitha was the first to jump up to fetch it. Mom took charge of the wiping
up, but the young guest got to watch as she handed over fresh paper towels.
Josef could only sit on the chair, head hung down in total shame, dick slowly drooping down, the final oozing of fluids seeping out to drip
onto his thigh.
"All that came out of him?" Tabitha asks. "How did that happen?"
Not having seen the action under the table, mother can only come up with a vague and generic explanation. "He was too excited for
too long. He just...popped I guess."
The snickering at the other end of the table went on for a while, as Karl, Elrond, and Tony whispered to each other.
After he was completely cleaned up, Josef says, "Can I go to my room?"
"Finish your dinner first," Mother responds.
Josef doesn't want to eat his dinner. He knows some of his splattered boy goo landed on his side of the table. "But I'm not hungry anymore."
Mother rolls her eyes, "Waste not, want not. There are poor kids in Africa who would walk miles to have such a nice dinner like what you
have in front of you."
"But...but...I think my food is contaminated. And anyway, none of this is my fault."
Mom throws up her hands, right after she tosses the wadded up messy paper towels into the kitchen trash can. "I've had it with you, Josef.
I've been going over in my head what sort of punishment you deserve. You ruined my favorite childhood toy with your nasty behavior.
You ruin everyone's quiet dinner hour, and you make a mess of yourself. Did it in front of the neighbors too. I hope you are pleased with
yourself. Let's get back to an old-fashioned remedy for improper manners. You need some modification to your attitude young man.
Get up and go to the refrigerator. Fetch me the flyswatter."
A silence as loud and sudden as a crack of thunder falls across the room. All eyes follow as Josef gets up from the chair. He slowly walks
to the refrigerator. On a hook on the side of the fridge, Josef grabs an all plastic flyswatter. All eyes continue their unwavering gaze, all
tongues remaining silent as Josef brings the swatter to the table. He hands it to mother and moves to sit down only to be told to
remain standing.
"I haven't swatted you for a while now, but you totally deserve it. For doing a sex act on Raggedy Ann I will give you five swats on the ass.
But that won't do it, oh hell no it won't. You disrupted dinner and made everyone watch your filthy show. Everyone here will discipline you."
"You can't be serious, mom. That is cruel and unusual punishment. There are laws you know. I can have- -"
"When did you go to Law School?" Mother cuts him off with the perfect reply. Seeing her son has nothing more to say, she gets on with
the punishment phase of the evening. "Stand right here where everybody can see you. Don't turn away. I want you facing your family
and friends. Now you must get into the proper position. Hands on your head. Leave them there until this is over. Now spread your legs
wider...spread them more, good and wide, excellent."
Josef feels his face turning red with shame and the swatting hasn't started yet. This is an awful position to be in. It's humiliating how
his cousin can see him brought so low. It beyond embarrassing how the girl and her young brother can see his dick and balls hanging
down so freely, so exposed. Sure, he's messed things up, but this going too far.
"I will give you five swats," mother says. The first swat catches Josef by surprise. Even though he knew it was coming it happened so fast.
The snickers and grins on everybody at the table return as Josef receives part of the punishment. SWAT...Josef jumps as he says "OW"...
SWAT...the butt feels the sting, the hardest sting on the ass he can recall. When it comes to hurting bare skin, flyswatters are a bitch...
SWAT..."OOOH", Josef tries not to cry out loudly. Staying as silent as possible is perhaps the only way to maintain any dignity. No begging
or pleading, don't look weak...SWAT...another jump as that one was lower, landing on the back of the leg...SWAT...finally, this part is over.
Josef wants to rub his rear end but that looks foolish, and anyway it isn't allowed, So he stands there like a convicted criminal in a
prison yard.
Mom explains the next phase of punishment. "For disrupting their dinner, each of them will now dish out one stroke of the flyswatter.
Each of them will choose a different target. I have already done this boy's bottom. That will not be hit again. The face is off limits.
Anything else is okay."
Being stunned and shocked would hardly cover it. Josef can only watch with growing alarm as Cousin Elrond is the first to be handed the
now infamous flyswatter of doom.
"Sorry, but I don't have a choice," the cousin says, and he winds his arm back to make a blow. Swinging the arm forward, the swatter lands
on the stomach with a loud pop.
"Ooof", the blow leaves an instant red mark in the shape of a square."
Elrond hands the swatter to Brother Karl. Now Karl doesn't have any look of hesitancy or compassion on his face. The little brother
is pleased as punch, he's happy as a lark, and when Karl steps up he has a malicious grin. OH SHIT...this can't be good, and Josef winces
in anticipation. Karl swings back his arm and lays a blow across the big brother's chest directly over the left nipple.
"Ow, fuck," Josef shouts.
Mother is again not pleased with her boy's behavior, "For bad language your brother will strike you once more."
"But...but that's not fair," Josef pleads.
Without hesitation, Karl reaches back, and changing his body position slightly, lands the second blow across the nipple on the other
side of Josef's chest.
"Arrrr, arrr" a gasp goes through gritted teeth.
The swatter is handed over to Tony. The little guy comes forward. Tony walks all the way around the much taller boy being punished.
Tony can't decide what to do, what to aim at. Then stopping at the frontside, Tony glares at the exposed genitals.
"No, no way. He can't." Josef looks at his mother for any sign she will step in and stop this.
Mother offers no pardon, "Go ahead, Tony. I said only the face is off limits."
With a devilish grin, Tony raised the right arm. The head of the swatter flies down connecting with the topside of the penis. The smack
sound isn't much since the total amount of skin contact isn't great in comparison to the previous strikes. However, the force of the blow
lands on an area 1.5 inches wide by 3.5 inches in length, the size of Josef's penis when limp.
The pain on the dick head is like the stinging of a wasp. A groan bursts forth from Josef's wide gapped mouth. He wants to clasp hands
over the wounded appendage, but grabbing and holding will have to wait. There is one more person in the room to join in the punishment
party.
Tabitha takes the flyswatter. She doesn't bother with walking around the prisoner. She has already made a decision. With Tony having
swatted the penis, that means it is no longer on the list of available options. However, Tabitha is staring down at the crotch. The girl
holds the swatter down toward the floor.
"No...Please don't." Josef shakes his head back and forth rapidly. Will asking nicely work? Will the girl pay any attention to him?
Tabitha looks up only briefly, then glances back down at what must be the best target remaining on a naked boy. Stepping forward,
the arm swings upward. The flyswatter connects with the balls.
"OW, Shiii..." Josef leans over, doubles over desperately needing to grab his aching testicles. She just had to do it. That girl just had to
go for the crotch. What is it with those kids from across the street. Why does Karl have to invite them over all the time? He can almost
sense each ball plumping up, the glans still stinging. It's going to be a bitch having to pee later tonight.
Tabitha and Tony high five each other. Karl is laughing like a madman. Only Elrond looks like he's witnessed a travesty of justice.
Josef straightens back up, "Is the punishment over? Can I go to my room to get dressed?"
Mother is both judge and executioner. "The swats part of your punishment is over. You may go to your room. However, no clothes until I
say so. I see you hiding behind anything or covering up in any way something will be added, and you won't like it one bit. I'm done
playing games with you. No more mister nice guy."
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Not how I hoped Tabitha would witness an orgasm.
Way to ruin dinner. Lol
Way to ruin dinner. Lol
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 37. Truth be Told, part one
Josef wants nothing more than for this day to end. It started off nice and easy, lying in bed most of the day as he had been sick, but
feeling better enough to get up and move around. Then the early evening got completely out of his control, caught screwing a doll, dick
measured by a school teacher, seen naked at the soccer field, given a bath by Tabitha, the cumming in bunches while seated at the dinner
table. It is a lifetime of humiliation packed into a few hours, and it wasn't over yet.
Josef was granted permission to go to his room, but Karl and the overnight guests soon followed.
"Why are you all in my room?" Josef asked, trying to sound like he has some authority. Authority he doesn't have, not during a punishment.
The guests show no intention of departing.
"Wherever nakie boy goes, that is where I'll be," declares Tabitha.
Normally a boy's bedroom is his HOME SWEET HOME, but being in the grips of a naked disciplinary measure meant there will be no safe
space anywhere in the house, not when the bathroom is community property whenever Josef goes in there. Tabitha and Tony got the okay
to do a sleepover, so Josef will have to wait till they go to sleep to find peace and quiet.
Karl wasn't interested in a quiet and calm evening, "How about a game of Truth or Dare?"
Tony and Tabitha thought it to be a brilliant idea. Cousin Elrond got quiet and shy.
"That's a horrible idea. I'm not doing any dares. I want to go to bed. I've been sick all week." Josef tries to throw up a roadblock.
For once, Karl has a small measure of sympathy for his older brother, only a wee bit of it. "We will play in the living room and leave
you alone." However, this was not without a catch. "Since you won't do any dares, each of us will ask you a question. Give everyone
here one piece of real TRUTH. Then we promise not to bug you until morning."
Tabitha may have been disappointed her favorite person wasn't going to do dares, but she quickly jumped in on the current suggestion.
"Yeah, answer our questions and we'll leave you alone."
It seemed the only way to get his peace and quiet, and for the rest of the night, Josef gave in and agreed to doing a round of TRUTH
or TRUTH. Cousin Elrond went first.
"What is the farthest you got with a girl?"
"Ahhh, well...not far exactly. Last summer at camp this girl named Yellow Flower, yeah she was part Native American, Navajo Tribe,
she got me in the swimming pool. The water was fairly deep, up to my shoulders."
"Was she hot?" Tony interrupted.
"Ummm, not really."
"What do you mean, she got you?" Tabitha asks.
"Yellow Flower comes up to me, and she says, 'My friends and me are doing a group dare. We each have to kiss somebody here
at the pool. I chose you.' I tried to back away. I didn't want to be part of somebody's game. Yellow Flower wouldn't let me
get away. She grabs the front of my swimsuit. Yanking me back, we were so close face to face. 'They are watching me from
over there. This has to be for a minute, so I will count to sixty. Make it look good buddy boy.' I looked to my left and saw a group
of girls watching me, five or six girls waiting to see if Yellow Flower does her dare. I couldn't move, so she used a hand on my shoulder
to pull us closer together. That girl presses her face to mine. Our lips are touching. I don't know how to kiss, I just stand there.
Then I feel her other hand, the one gripping the front waistband of the suit, her hand slides down to grab me lower. That hand grabs my
balls first, then it found something else to grab onto and squeeze as she presses her lips even harder down on mine and she even opened
her mouth and tried to stick her tongue in. We all had Tuna sandwiches for lunch. I could smell pickles and onions. All this must
have lasted over sixty seconds. It felt like forever. Noone ever groped me like that before."
Tony is the second one to ask for a TRUTH. "What happened the first time you were naked with others watching you, you know when it's
not only your family?"
Josef frowns. He doesn't want these types of questions. But what else can he expect? These games, whether it be a DARE or TRUTH
always comes down to stuff like this.
"It was a Fourth of July weekend. I was Twelve years old. We were at the city park. Karl is ten, so he still liked going to the playground.
Mom and dad are nearby, sitting on a bench. The whole area has little kids running around. It's hot of course, so Karl and I are in our
swimsuits. A group of girls started a game of tag and I joined in. I may have been the oldest one there. I wouldn't be at the swing sets
and seesaws if I didn't have to. But playing tag with the other kids is fun enough. I was having fun chasing these girls. Some were in
a pretty dress with legs showing. A couple were wearing small bikini swimsuits. Tagging a girl meant I could put my hands on them.
I aimed to grab them on the chest. It was exciting, and though they were younger than me, I was the one chasing. I tagged this bikini girl
good, got my hands on both little nubbies on her chest. A couple other boys joined in too, along with Karl. Well, at some point
Karl was IT, and he is chasing me. Karl catches up, grabs the back of my swimsuit. "Gotcha, your IT." I stumble and fall forward. As I fall
to the ground the swimsuit gets yanked on, and it is halfway down my butt. Before I can bend my body to yank them up,
several other kids grab at the suit. Karl yanks the suit toward my feet. I hang on best I can, but it's group effort against me. The suit
gets pulled down and all the way off.
Karl runs off with my swimsuit. I get up to chase after him. While running I felt something slapping my tummy. I looked down. My dick
was completely hard. I didn't know it, not really, not till It was free to flop around. Karl ran toward our parents sitting on the bench.
He runs to stand behind them. I run up while trying to cover myself. Some of the girls are running along beside me. They are laughing
and pointing. The other guys are just laughing.
"Make Karl give me my suit back," I say as I got near the bench.
"You want your swimsuit get it yourself," dad tells me.
I couldn't believe it. I thought I would get the suit back right then. I ran around the bench, but Karl is a good runner. That is why he is
on the soccer team now. Karl runs back to the playground area, and he tosses my suit to a boy who is on the Monkey Bars. "Put it up at the
top", Karl shouts to the kid. Of course the kid thinks it is a great idea, and he scrambles up to the top of the structure. On the top bar
that kid placed my swimsuit. That guy climbs back down as I look at my suit hanging fifteen feet up in the air. The only way to get it is
climb up and get it. The girls gather round. The boys are high fiving each other. Karl has a shit eating grin on his face. I want to
punch his teeth in.
Standing around wasn't accomplishing anything, but it took a slap on the butt by one of the girls to get me moving. I get onto the first
level of the Monkey Bars. I soon realize I can't go any higher without using both hands. I hear squeals and giggles as I begin climbing
upward. I'm still hard for some reason. All those kids are seeing me with a stiffie. I heard girls saying they never saw one that big
before. Those kids can see my balls swinging around like I'm some ape in the jungle, or maybe a young Tarzan. I had to ignore them.
I climb up higher to grab the swimsuit. At the top I tried to put the suit on, but that was impossible. I had to climb all the way down
before I could put it on. On the way back to the bench I shoved Karl to the ground. Mom saw me do that and I got punished for it."
Tabitha is the next one to ask a question. "Have you ever got caught jerking off? You must tell us about it."
Chapter 37. Truth be Told, part one
Josef wants nothing more than for this day to end. It started off nice and easy, lying in bed most of the day as he had been sick, but
feeling better enough to get up and move around. Then the early evening got completely out of his control, caught screwing a doll, dick
measured by a school teacher, seen naked at the soccer field, given a bath by Tabitha, the cumming in bunches while seated at the dinner
table. It is a lifetime of humiliation packed into a few hours, and it wasn't over yet.
Josef was granted permission to go to his room, but Karl and the overnight guests soon followed.
"Why are you all in my room?" Josef asked, trying to sound like he has some authority. Authority he doesn't have, not during a punishment.
The guests show no intention of departing.
"Wherever nakie boy goes, that is where I'll be," declares Tabitha.
Normally a boy's bedroom is his HOME SWEET HOME, but being in the grips of a naked disciplinary measure meant there will be no safe
space anywhere in the house, not when the bathroom is community property whenever Josef goes in there. Tabitha and Tony got the okay
to do a sleepover, so Josef will have to wait till they go to sleep to find peace and quiet.
Karl wasn't interested in a quiet and calm evening, "How about a game of Truth or Dare?"
Tony and Tabitha thought it to be a brilliant idea. Cousin Elrond got quiet and shy.
"That's a horrible idea. I'm not doing any dares. I want to go to bed. I've been sick all week." Josef tries to throw up a roadblock.
For once, Karl has a small measure of sympathy for his older brother, only a wee bit of it. "We will play in the living room and leave
you alone." However, this was not without a catch. "Since you won't do any dares, each of us will ask you a question. Give everyone
here one piece of real TRUTH. Then we promise not to bug you until morning."
Tabitha may have been disappointed her favorite person wasn't going to do dares, but she quickly jumped in on the current suggestion.
"Yeah, answer our questions and we'll leave you alone."
It seemed the only way to get his peace and quiet, and for the rest of the night, Josef gave in and agreed to doing a round of TRUTH
or TRUTH. Cousin Elrond went first.
"What is the farthest you got with a girl?"
"Ahhh, well...not far exactly. Last summer at camp this girl named Yellow Flower, yeah she was part Native American, Navajo Tribe,
she got me in the swimming pool. The water was fairly deep, up to my shoulders."
"Was she hot?" Tony interrupted.
"Ummm, not really."
"What do you mean, she got you?" Tabitha asks.
"Yellow Flower comes up to me, and she says, 'My friends and me are doing a group dare. We each have to kiss somebody here
at the pool. I chose you.' I tried to back away. I didn't want to be part of somebody's game. Yellow Flower wouldn't let me
get away. She grabs the front of my swimsuit. Yanking me back, we were so close face to face. 'They are watching me from
over there. This has to be for a minute, so I will count to sixty. Make it look good buddy boy.' I looked to my left and saw a group
of girls watching me, five or six girls waiting to see if Yellow Flower does her dare. I couldn't move, so she used a hand on my shoulder
to pull us closer together. That girl presses her face to mine. Our lips are touching. I don't know how to kiss, I just stand there.
Then I feel her other hand, the one gripping the front waistband of the suit, her hand slides down to grab me lower. That hand grabs my
balls first, then it found something else to grab onto and squeeze as she presses her lips even harder down on mine and she even opened
her mouth and tried to stick her tongue in. We all had Tuna sandwiches for lunch. I could smell pickles and onions. All this must
have lasted over sixty seconds. It felt like forever. Noone ever groped me like that before."
Tony is the second one to ask for a TRUTH. "What happened the first time you were naked with others watching you, you know when it's
not only your family?"
Josef frowns. He doesn't want these types of questions. But what else can he expect? These games, whether it be a DARE or TRUTH
always comes down to stuff like this.
"It was a Fourth of July weekend. I was Twelve years old. We were at the city park. Karl is ten, so he still liked going to the playground.
Mom and dad are nearby, sitting on a bench. The whole area has little kids running around. It's hot of course, so Karl and I are in our
swimsuits. A group of girls started a game of tag and I joined in. I may have been the oldest one there. I wouldn't be at the swing sets
and seesaws if I didn't have to. But playing tag with the other kids is fun enough. I was having fun chasing these girls. Some were in
a pretty dress with legs showing. A couple were wearing small bikini swimsuits. Tagging a girl meant I could put my hands on them.
I aimed to grab them on the chest. It was exciting, and though they were younger than me, I was the one chasing. I tagged this bikini girl
good, got my hands on both little nubbies on her chest. A couple other boys joined in too, along with Karl. Well, at some point
Karl was IT, and he is chasing me. Karl catches up, grabs the back of my swimsuit. "Gotcha, your IT." I stumble and fall forward. As I fall
to the ground the swimsuit gets yanked on, and it is halfway down my butt. Before I can bend my body to yank them up,
several other kids grab at the suit. Karl yanks the suit toward my feet. I hang on best I can, but it's group effort against me. The suit
gets pulled down and all the way off.
Karl runs off with my swimsuit. I get up to chase after him. While running I felt something slapping my tummy. I looked down. My dick
was completely hard. I didn't know it, not really, not till It was free to flop around. Karl ran toward our parents sitting on the bench.
He runs to stand behind them. I run up while trying to cover myself. Some of the girls are running along beside me. They are laughing
and pointing. The other guys are just laughing.
"Make Karl give me my suit back," I say as I got near the bench.
"You want your swimsuit get it yourself," dad tells me.
I couldn't believe it. I thought I would get the suit back right then. I ran around the bench, but Karl is a good runner. That is why he is
on the soccer team now. Karl runs back to the playground area, and he tosses my suit to a boy who is on the Monkey Bars. "Put it up at the
top", Karl shouts to the kid. Of course the kid thinks it is a great idea, and he scrambles up to the top of the structure. On the top bar
that kid placed my swimsuit. That guy climbs back down as I look at my suit hanging fifteen feet up in the air. The only way to get it is
climb up and get it. The girls gather round. The boys are high fiving each other. Karl has a shit eating grin on his face. I want to
punch his teeth in.
Standing around wasn't accomplishing anything, but it took a slap on the butt by one of the girls to get me moving. I get onto the first
level of the Monkey Bars. I soon realize I can't go any higher without using both hands. I hear squeals and giggles as I begin climbing
upward. I'm still hard for some reason. All those kids are seeing me with a stiffie. I heard girls saying they never saw one that big
before. Those kids can see my balls swinging around like I'm some ape in the jungle, or maybe a young Tarzan. I had to ignore them.
I climb up higher to grab the swimsuit. At the top I tried to put the suit on, but that was impossible. I had to climb all the way down
before I could put it on. On the way back to the bench I shoved Karl to the ground. Mom saw me do that and I got punished for it."
Tabitha is the next one to ask a question. "Have you ever got caught jerking off? You must tell us about it."
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Such a fun story! Love how Josef is constantly stripped naked in front of different groups of kids, most of them younger than him & usually instigated by Karl. Looking forward to his getting caught jerking off story.
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 38. Truth be Told, Part two: Volunteer Worker
Telling the truth about being naked is one thing, but having to do that while naked is quite another. Josef has had to endure a naked
punishment all evening, and it's getting close to bedtime so he must tell some bedtime stories, and he must not tell a lie.
Tabitha just asked him a question he would rather not tell the truth about, a question about getting caught jerking off.
"The team you guys are all on, the SIDEKICKERS, remember a couple months ago when they did that fundraiser?"
Tony remembers right away, "Yeah, I remember. We raised money to go to the National Junior League summer soccer camp. We had to do
that slave sale."
"It's not called that anymore, you dummy. It was called a Volunteer Workers Auction," Tabitha corrects her younger brother.
"It was more like slave work for me," Josef continues on the story. "Mrs. Torres was the one who bid the highest price to get my services.
I thought I was going to get off easy since the mom of my friends bought me. It didn't' turn out that way...."
* * * * *
Josef stood on the table, feeling like an idiot while various grownups announced their intent to buy him. This auction was for the purchase
of three hours of labor, and every member of the SIDEKICKERS team is up for auction. Josef isn't even on the team, but his mother
made him join in offering his services so the team can raise money for a summer soccer camp. Josef thought it was totally unfair for
him to be a worker bee to raise money for his brother's team.
Standing on the table the offers flew in fast succession. Do I hear Fifty dollars?...no, is that all?...Forty-Five dollars
going once. Forty-Five going twice...sold to Mrs. Torres for Forty-Five dollars.
Josef was glad for two reasons. One, knew the person who bought him. He knows Mrs. Torres fairly well, her being the mother of
Tabitha and Tony. Mrs. Torres sometimes comes over to visit with his mother. Mrs. Torres has seen him naked with an erection, saw
Josef on that day when Karl and Elrond dared him to serve drinks to everyone in the kitchen, dared him to lose his towel.
Josef was glad for another reason, he got the highest bid of any kid on, or not on the team. Forty-Five dollars for three hours work.
That comes to 15 dollars an hour, the typical wage many adults get at their adult jobs. It makes Josef proud to have gotten the best
bid, but why would Mrs. Torres pay that much?
Josef went directly to Mrs. Torres' house, taken in her car. Neither Tabitha nor Tony are along for this ride, since other parents or
fans of the team had purchased their services for the day.
Mrs. Torres had Josef start by washing the car, but first he as to get into the proper uniform.
"I need you to do some work outside first," Mrs. Torres began. "I want the car washed. Then I need the windows washed from the outside
using the hose sprayer. This work will get you soaked and sprayed with soap suds, so you will have to take off your regular clothes and do
the work wearing this..."
Mrs. Torres pulled out from her purse something small and red. It didn't take long for Josef to recognize what was in that hand. It was
the special underwear mother gifted him on his 14th birthday, the red briefs underwear that was so small and skintight. Josef's eyes grew
wide in shock and dismay.
"I swore to your mother I would be the one to get you. I heard about your birthday party and what you were given. I wanted to see
you wearing these. Your mother thought this would be most appropriate to wear for working on a hot day like today."
"You really want me to work in those? You must be joking...no, you ain't joking?...well damn, I can't work outside wearing only that."
"You are fourteen years old, Josef. Nobody is going to raise a ruckus if a boy washes the car while wearing underwear. It's the same
as a speedo swimsuit, isn't that right?"
No, it isn't the same. A speedo swimsuit has an inner front liner that makes it somewhat difficult to see exact size and shape of a guy's
goods. The red briefs are more like wearing a girl's panties, only tighter when Josef has so much more that needs to be covered up.
"I really don't feel comfortable wearing those outside."
"Your mother is going to be highly disappointed to learn you backed out of our deal. The SIDEKICKERS need the money badly. I would hate
to be you when your mother finds out you bailed out and went home." Mrs. Torres holds the red briefs out once more.
Being outside in these briefs will be embarrassing, but facing the wrath of the mom was something Josef knows can be so much worse.
He takes the horrible briefs. A few minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom wearing the slinky red underwear that should only belong
to a professional male stripper.
Washing the car in the driveway wasn't too bad. Several cars honked their horns at him. Several boys riding by on bikes stopped to stare
and laugh at him. Josef can shrug all this off easily. But then two girls and a boy came along on skateboards. As many young guys know,
there are few types of girls who are tougher and scarier than the ones that hang out at the Skater Parks. These two girls both wore
camouflage shorts with brown tank-tops. Both girls were probably over fifteen years old. They were taller than Josef and looked like they
could knock your ass out if you messed with them. The boy was much younger, probably twelve or so, and he wore a sleeveless green
army jacket with no shirt on underneath. These kids looked like they came out a BUFFY the VAMPIRE SLAYER episode.
"Hey pretty boy, where are your clothes?" The taller girl asks.
Josef has seen these two skating by but has no idea what their names are. He never tried to get friendly with such unfriendly looking
girls who were older than him. There are no good answers, so he decides to make a firm stand.
"There's nothing wrong with washing the car this way. It's way too hot out here for clothes. Why don't you guys be brave like me
and skateboard with no top on. Hmm...you afraid to show some skin?" Josef can hardly believe he is saying these things. Those two
girls could beat the snot out of him. Normally, he would cover up when girls came by, but Josef must present a brave front and show
those girls all of his front, bulge and all.
"The shorter girl laughs, but then the taller one said, "You a tough kid, not shy so I like that. You take care...and by the way, you have
a lot to like tucked down in there. I wish you were a bit older. I never go out with anyone younger than me."
"He's not much younger than I am," the shorter girl says, the one with the tattoo of a dragon on one shoulder. I might want to check out
if he's a grower...or just a shower."
"What's a shower?" the twelve year old skate dude wants to know.
"Never mind little brother. You got nothing to show so what do you care." The older girl gets a move on and the other two follow.
Josef dries off the car and proceeds to doing the windows. When he is finished he realizes that Mrs. Torres was correct. There are
soap scum splotches all over him. He's also dripping with sweat.
Mrs. Torres comes out to inspect the work. One hour of service has gone by, and the buyer is pleased. She takes the hose and Josef gets
a quick shower in the driveway. "You wait here on the porch. Rest a bit while you get dry. I'll make some iced tea for you. Then I'll show
you want I need done inside the house."
After taking a short break and partially drip drying, Mrs. Torres had him go inside. Instead of being allowed to switch back to regular
clothes, Josef was taken directly to the kitchen and handed a sponge and a drying cloth. Doing all the dishes was the next part of his
service, followed by mopping the kitchen floor.
After the mopping is finished, Josef is allowed another ten minute break for iced tea and cookies. He's gotten fairly comfortable standing
around in this current state of undress in front of Mrs. Torres. After all, she has seen more, much more.
"I need you to do some cleaning up in the master bedroom. It's such a mess in there. I need the floor vacuumed. I need the furniture
dusted. I want everything to look perfectly neat and tidy for when Mr. Torres comes home from his business trip. Sometimes, if the house
looks perfect, my husband will take me out to a nice dinner at my favorite Japanese place. So you better do a good job."
"I'll do a great job. Don't worry."
The bedroom is spacious. It has thick carpeting. It has several dressers topped with nick-knacks and picture frames of the kids. There
are bedside tables on either side of a Queen-sized bed. There are many windows with windowsills that have a fine layer of dust
and a few dead flies lying there. Truth be told...it looked like that room hadn't been cleaned and dusted in ages. With it being warm
in the house, Josef was glad of the nice big ceiling fan twirling above his head.
Josef set to work making everything right with that room. He vacuumed the rug. He cleaned the windowsills and washed the inside of
the glass. He carefully moved everything off each item of furniture, dusted and wax sprayed the wood, then put everything back again.
Mrs. Torres came to check on his progress. "You sure you have everything cleaned and dusted?"
"Yes ma'am. I have this room completely cleaned up."
"Are you sure about that. If I find anything out of place I will be very disappointed."
"It's all good, I swear it is. It's perfect."
Mrs. Torres looks dubious. "If I inspect this room, and if I find you missed anything you should have gotten to, you will pay a penalty.
For sloppy work you forfeit one item of clothing."
At first Josef laughed, but then he noticed Mrs. Torres wasn't laughing along with him. That woman has a completely serious expression.
"You really mean that?" Josef asks, sounding incredulous. This was all too crazy. It must be a joke.
"I'm not joking, Josef boy. If I find any big patch of dirt or dust anywhere in this room, you will take off those lovely red briefs and finish
your Voluntary Worker service all natural."
Josef is stunned, so he needs a little more time. He must re-check his work. "Can you give me a little more time? I'll check to see if I
missed anything."
Josef gets back to work. He does find a couple iffy spots he missed. The desk lamp was dusty in a couple places. He wiped down
the mirror on the closet door. Fortunately, the inside of the closet was off limits. He checked the chair at the small work desk in the
corner and saw the back of the chair had a spider web of all things.
When he was satisfied he had checked everything, Josef called for Mrs. Torres to do her inspection.
"You are 100 percent sure you got everything? You know your dignity depends on it." Mrs. Torres is bold enough to glance down and
stare at the sleek red briefs.
"I am confident I got everything in perfect condition. Do your inspection."
Mrs. Torres quickly went about the room, but she barely glanced long at anything in particular. Maybe it was all a ruse, an actual joke
that she threatened. Then the woman stops and asks one more time, "You sure you got everything?"
"Yes ma'am."
With a smile on her face, Mrs. Torres steps to the center of the room, moves to the foot of the bed. Reaching up she tugs on a golden
chain connected to the ceiling fan. In moments the wooden blades begin to slow down. Slower and slower the blades turn. While still
in motion, Josef gets eyes that bug out and his mouth suddenly gets dry. One each blade of the ceiling fan a thick patch of icky
grayish-black stuff clings like sickly moss. Josef had seen this in other places, but only when the fan blades were not in motion. He'd
wondered how dust and gunk got stuck onto the front edges of the blades. How does stuff stick to them. He'd seen it before,
but Josef didn't consider the ceiling fan in Mrs. Torres' bedroom might be dirty and need cleaning.
"It seems you missed a spot, five spots to be exact," Mrs. Torres declares as the five blades come to a complete stop. "I am not satisfied
with your work. You know what you must do."
Chapter 38. Truth be Told, Part two: Volunteer Worker
Telling the truth about being naked is one thing, but having to do that while naked is quite another. Josef has had to endure a naked
punishment all evening, and it's getting close to bedtime so he must tell some bedtime stories, and he must not tell a lie.
Tabitha just asked him a question he would rather not tell the truth about, a question about getting caught jerking off.
"The team you guys are all on, the SIDEKICKERS, remember a couple months ago when they did that fundraiser?"
Tony remembers right away, "Yeah, I remember. We raised money to go to the National Junior League summer soccer camp. We had to do
that slave sale."
"It's not called that anymore, you dummy. It was called a Volunteer Workers Auction," Tabitha corrects her younger brother.
"It was more like slave work for me," Josef continues on the story. "Mrs. Torres was the one who bid the highest price to get my services.
I thought I was going to get off easy since the mom of my friends bought me. It didn't' turn out that way...."
* * * * *
Josef stood on the table, feeling like an idiot while various grownups announced their intent to buy him. This auction was for the purchase
of three hours of labor, and every member of the SIDEKICKERS team is up for auction. Josef isn't even on the team, but his mother
made him join in offering his services so the team can raise money for a summer soccer camp. Josef thought it was totally unfair for
him to be a worker bee to raise money for his brother's team.
Standing on the table the offers flew in fast succession. Do I hear Fifty dollars?...no, is that all?...Forty-Five dollars
going once. Forty-Five going twice...sold to Mrs. Torres for Forty-Five dollars.
Josef was glad for two reasons. One, knew the person who bought him. He knows Mrs. Torres fairly well, her being the mother of
Tabitha and Tony. Mrs. Torres sometimes comes over to visit with his mother. Mrs. Torres has seen him naked with an erection, saw
Josef on that day when Karl and Elrond dared him to serve drinks to everyone in the kitchen, dared him to lose his towel.
Josef was glad for another reason, he got the highest bid of any kid on, or not on the team. Forty-Five dollars for three hours work.
That comes to 15 dollars an hour, the typical wage many adults get at their adult jobs. It makes Josef proud to have gotten the best
bid, but why would Mrs. Torres pay that much?
Josef went directly to Mrs. Torres' house, taken in her car. Neither Tabitha nor Tony are along for this ride, since other parents or
fans of the team had purchased their services for the day.
Mrs. Torres had Josef start by washing the car, but first he as to get into the proper uniform.
"I need you to do some work outside first," Mrs. Torres began. "I want the car washed. Then I need the windows washed from the outside
using the hose sprayer. This work will get you soaked and sprayed with soap suds, so you will have to take off your regular clothes and do
the work wearing this..."
Mrs. Torres pulled out from her purse something small and red. It didn't take long for Josef to recognize what was in that hand. It was
the special underwear mother gifted him on his 14th birthday, the red briefs underwear that was so small and skintight. Josef's eyes grew
wide in shock and dismay.
"I swore to your mother I would be the one to get you. I heard about your birthday party and what you were given. I wanted to see
you wearing these. Your mother thought this would be most appropriate to wear for working on a hot day like today."
"You really want me to work in those? You must be joking...no, you ain't joking?...well damn, I can't work outside wearing only that."
"You are fourteen years old, Josef. Nobody is going to raise a ruckus if a boy washes the car while wearing underwear. It's the same
as a speedo swimsuit, isn't that right?"
No, it isn't the same. A speedo swimsuit has an inner front liner that makes it somewhat difficult to see exact size and shape of a guy's
goods. The red briefs are more like wearing a girl's panties, only tighter when Josef has so much more that needs to be covered up.
"I really don't feel comfortable wearing those outside."
"Your mother is going to be highly disappointed to learn you backed out of our deal. The SIDEKICKERS need the money badly. I would hate
to be you when your mother finds out you bailed out and went home." Mrs. Torres holds the red briefs out once more.
Being outside in these briefs will be embarrassing, but facing the wrath of the mom was something Josef knows can be so much worse.
He takes the horrible briefs. A few minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom wearing the slinky red underwear that should only belong
to a professional male stripper.
Washing the car in the driveway wasn't too bad. Several cars honked their horns at him. Several boys riding by on bikes stopped to stare
and laugh at him. Josef can shrug all this off easily. But then two girls and a boy came along on skateboards. As many young guys know,
there are few types of girls who are tougher and scarier than the ones that hang out at the Skater Parks. These two girls both wore
camouflage shorts with brown tank-tops. Both girls were probably over fifteen years old. They were taller than Josef and looked like they
could knock your ass out if you messed with them. The boy was much younger, probably twelve or so, and he wore a sleeveless green
army jacket with no shirt on underneath. These kids looked like they came out a BUFFY the VAMPIRE SLAYER episode.
"Hey pretty boy, where are your clothes?" The taller girl asks.
Josef has seen these two skating by but has no idea what their names are. He never tried to get friendly with such unfriendly looking
girls who were older than him. There are no good answers, so he decides to make a firm stand.
"There's nothing wrong with washing the car this way. It's way too hot out here for clothes. Why don't you guys be brave like me
and skateboard with no top on. Hmm...you afraid to show some skin?" Josef can hardly believe he is saying these things. Those two
girls could beat the snot out of him. Normally, he would cover up when girls came by, but Josef must present a brave front and show
those girls all of his front, bulge and all.
"The shorter girl laughs, but then the taller one said, "You a tough kid, not shy so I like that. You take care...and by the way, you have
a lot to like tucked down in there. I wish you were a bit older. I never go out with anyone younger than me."
"He's not much younger than I am," the shorter girl says, the one with the tattoo of a dragon on one shoulder. I might want to check out
if he's a grower...or just a shower."
"What's a shower?" the twelve year old skate dude wants to know.
"Never mind little brother. You got nothing to show so what do you care." The older girl gets a move on and the other two follow.
Josef dries off the car and proceeds to doing the windows. When he is finished he realizes that Mrs. Torres was correct. There are
soap scum splotches all over him. He's also dripping with sweat.
Mrs. Torres comes out to inspect the work. One hour of service has gone by, and the buyer is pleased. She takes the hose and Josef gets
a quick shower in the driveway. "You wait here on the porch. Rest a bit while you get dry. I'll make some iced tea for you. Then I'll show
you want I need done inside the house."
After taking a short break and partially drip drying, Mrs. Torres had him go inside. Instead of being allowed to switch back to regular
clothes, Josef was taken directly to the kitchen and handed a sponge and a drying cloth. Doing all the dishes was the next part of his
service, followed by mopping the kitchen floor.
After the mopping is finished, Josef is allowed another ten minute break for iced tea and cookies. He's gotten fairly comfortable standing
around in this current state of undress in front of Mrs. Torres. After all, she has seen more, much more.
"I need you to do some cleaning up in the master bedroom. It's such a mess in there. I need the floor vacuumed. I need the furniture
dusted. I want everything to look perfectly neat and tidy for when Mr. Torres comes home from his business trip. Sometimes, if the house
looks perfect, my husband will take me out to a nice dinner at my favorite Japanese place. So you better do a good job."
"I'll do a great job. Don't worry."
The bedroom is spacious. It has thick carpeting. It has several dressers topped with nick-knacks and picture frames of the kids. There
are bedside tables on either side of a Queen-sized bed. There are many windows with windowsills that have a fine layer of dust
and a few dead flies lying there. Truth be told...it looked like that room hadn't been cleaned and dusted in ages. With it being warm
in the house, Josef was glad of the nice big ceiling fan twirling above his head.
Josef set to work making everything right with that room. He vacuumed the rug. He cleaned the windowsills and washed the inside of
the glass. He carefully moved everything off each item of furniture, dusted and wax sprayed the wood, then put everything back again.
Mrs. Torres came to check on his progress. "You sure you have everything cleaned and dusted?"
"Yes ma'am. I have this room completely cleaned up."
"Are you sure about that. If I find anything out of place I will be very disappointed."
"It's all good, I swear it is. It's perfect."
Mrs. Torres looks dubious. "If I inspect this room, and if I find you missed anything you should have gotten to, you will pay a penalty.
For sloppy work you forfeit one item of clothing."
At first Josef laughed, but then he noticed Mrs. Torres wasn't laughing along with him. That woman has a completely serious expression.
"You really mean that?" Josef asks, sounding incredulous. This was all too crazy. It must be a joke.
"I'm not joking, Josef boy. If I find any big patch of dirt or dust anywhere in this room, you will take off those lovely red briefs and finish
your Voluntary Worker service all natural."
Josef is stunned, so he needs a little more time. He must re-check his work. "Can you give me a little more time? I'll check to see if I
missed anything."
Josef gets back to work. He does find a couple iffy spots he missed. The desk lamp was dusty in a couple places. He wiped down
the mirror on the closet door. Fortunately, the inside of the closet was off limits. He checked the chair at the small work desk in the
corner and saw the back of the chair had a spider web of all things.
When he was satisfied he had checked everything, Josef called for Mrs. Torres to do her inspection.
"You are 100 percent sure you got everything? You know your dignity depends on it." Mrs. Torres is bold enough to glance down and
stare at the sleek red briefs.
"I am confident I got everything in perfect condition. Do your inspection."
Mrs. Torres quickly went about the room, but she barely glanced long at anything in particular. Maybe it was all a ruse, an actual joke
that she threatened. Then the woman stops and asks one more time, "You sure you got everything?"
"Yes ma'am."
With a smile on her face, Mrs. Torres steps to the center of the room, moves to the foot of the bed. Reaching up she tugs on a golden
chain connected to the ceiling fan. In moments the wooden blades begin to slow down. Slower and slower the blades turn. While still
in motion, Josef gets eyes that bug out and his mouth suddenly gets dry. One each blade of the ceiling fan a thick patch of icky
grayish-black stuff clings like sickly moss. Josef had seen this in other places, but only when the fan blades were not in motion. He'd
wondered how dust and gunk got stuck onto the front edges of the blades. How does stuff stick to them. He'd seen it before,
but Josef didn't consider the ceiling fan in Mrs. Torres' bedroom might be dirty and need cleaning.
"It seems you missed a spot, five spots to be exact," Mrs. Torres declares as the five blades come to a complete stop. "I am not satisfied
with your work. You know what you must do."
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Life is Unfair
Chapter 39. Truth be Told, part three: Service with a bonus
At first Josef was glad he got auctioned off to Mrs. Torres. He didn't want to go to some stranger's house to do three hours of
Voluntary Worker servitude. When the mother of Tabitha and Tony pulled out the red underwear for him to wear, he knew it was
all a great setup, a vast conspiracy. Mother and neighbor planned this together. It was outrageous he's expected to wear
such a skimpy article of clothing during the entire three hours of working inside and outside the house.
And now that article of clothing is in jeopardy.
Josef watched with growing alarm as the blades of the ceiling fan slowed down, revealing each has a line of dirty dust clumped in a long mass
on the front end of each blade. He swore the room was perfectly cleaned. Having made a bet of it, bet on the wearing of the only thing
he has on, the red briefs, Josef knows he just made a big assed FUCK-UP.
"I am not satisfied with your work. You know what you must do."
Josef understood only too perfectly what Mrs. Torres meant by that. He made a bet and lost, and now he must pay the piper. The bet was
a clean room and he gets to keep the underwear on. Lose the bet means losing the briefs. Josef has to take off the red underwear
and remain naked for the duration of his servitude.
"How much time is left?" Josef asks. He cannot recall what the official starting time was. He has no idea how much time has passed
since he began his voluntary worker duties.
"You only have one more hour to go," Mrs. Torres says after glancing at her wristwatch.
Josef would and could swear that he is sure he's done more than two hours of labor. However, he cannot prove it. A full fuckin' hour to
keep working, and all while naked. He could phone home for help from mom, but his own mom is part of the conspiracy. Mother
is not going to come over and rescue him.
"Come on now, take it off. I've seen you before so what is the big deal?" Mrs. Torres has hands on her hips, and why do all moms have
the same expressions and postures when they are being bossy.
"Isn't it against the law for you to make me get naked?" Josef tries his only means of defense.
"There is no law that prevents anyone from getting unclothed in this house as long as it is done willingly...and you did willingly offer
to get naked if you failed to perform your duties properly."
Realizing he is beaten, Josef sighs and slowly begins tugging the briefs down. He moves the material of the underwear down slowly,
giving Mrs. Torres one more chance to say "Ha ha you can stop now. It's all a joke", but no such words are spoken. Mrs. Torres stands there
watching as his penis is released from the constricting confines of the very much disliked special birthday underwear. The briefs fit fine
on the butt, but the frontside was too revealing. He had too much going on up front squeezed into too small a space. Josef never
felt completely comfortable with the tight squeeze on his groin.
Josef slides the underwear down the legs and all the way off. His impressive for a young teen dick with matching large balls is now free
to move about without constraint. Even limp it hangs downward at Three and a Half inches, fat as the thick end of a large carrot.
Mrs. Torres takes the red briefs, and these end up back in her purse for safe keeping.
"Okay, what do you need me to do now?" Josef asks, as he knows getting back to work is the next order of business.
"I would think you'd know that," Mrs. Torres says with the kind of sarcasm specially reserved for mothers. "You haven't cleaned the
ceiling fan."
OH SHIT, the damn fan. Josef looks up at the ceiling. He looks around for the best way to get up there to clean the blades. It seems
the best way to do that is to get up on the bed. Standing on the bed, right at the foot of the bed, he can reach up to wipe off the
blades. He'd wipe one down, then give the fan a small turn to do the next, and so on till all five blades are wiped clean. Josef climbs
up on the bed with a rag in one hand.
It's tricky standing at the edge of the bed. It's a balancing act not to fall forward as his weight slumps the end of the bed lower and
changes the angle of standing. Mrs. Torres sees the problem, and she steps forward.
"You might fall off of there without assistance," the woman places her hands on both sides of Josef's hips.
Looking down, Josef can see his penis is at face level with Mrs. Torres, and she is staring right at it...and it is getting stiffer, pointing
right back at her. He wipes the first fan blade, but he cannot keep his mind focused on the work. Part of his brain is fixated on a woman is
touching him in a most unusual way. The face of a grown woman is only inches away from his penis, and he doesn't have to look down to
know he is getting hard down there, starting to point toward the ceiling.
"Boys your age grow so fast," Mrs. Torres says. "One day they are cute little prepubescent boys full of mischief. The next day they have
a schlong that stays hard all day long. My boy is not at that age yet, but that is coming soon."
Josef turns fan blades and keeps cleaning. Don't look down. Don't look into that woman's eyes as she eyeballs your dick and balls.
"You know...a wife really shouldn't admit to such things. At fourteen you are much bigger where it counts than dear old Mr. Torres.
He's not small mind you. Sufficiently average I would say. But Josef dear, you are a special breed. I bet if I could weigh that thing...
you know, all of your manhood...it would weigh the same as my husband's and my son's both put together."
Josef looks down and he sees the cock talk has gotten him even stiffer. It is beginning to throb and pulse. Mrs. Torres has her eyes
fixated on the fattened head now slightly bobbing up and down. It's amazing how fast the hardon can happen. He's like a racing
sports car, can get it up in less than sixty seconds.
Finally, the ceiling fan is cleaned, and Josef can get down from standing on the bed. Unfortunately, the standing up issue will remain
for some time.
The next chore given is to clean underneath the bed. "I want everything pulled out from under there. Any clothes you find place into
the basket in that corner. Any books or magazines you pile up next to the bookcase. I'm going downstairs to start dinner. Call me if
you have any questions."
Mrs. Torres left the room. Josef gets to work. He lies down on the floor and reaches underneath the bed. He pulls out dirty socks.
He pulls out some dirty underwear, both male and female underwear, and this he puts into the laundry basket in the corner. Josef
finds books and magazines under the bed. There is popular mechanics magazine and old National Geographic magazines, but what
gets Josef's attention is the collection of old Playboys and Hustler magazines and another called SLUT. Does Mrs. Torres know these were underneath her bed? Was Mr. Torres looking at these when the wife is away?
Josef can't help himself. He opens up the SLUT magazine. This is more raunchy than the Playboys, showing young women
with legs spread wide, and photos of a women holding a guy's dick in her hand. The photo display is called Naughty But
Nice, and it showed a series of photos of a woman taking advantage of a young guy in a Scouting uniform. At the end of the series
of pictures the woman has the Scouts large dick in her mouth.
Josef's dick is already hard. It's been throbbing for some time. There is only one way to get an erection problem to go away. Josef
sits down on the bed as he begins to stroke himself. The next chapter in the magazine has a hot and horny nurse doing a physical on
an older teenager wearing a wrestling singlet. "During the match I pulled something in my groin" the young guy tells the nurse.
Before long the singlet is down at the boy's ankles and the slutty nurse is stretching his manhood with a tug on the head.
Josef looks at his own swollen head, just as a some precum spills out to slicken his hand. Wet from the fluids, the hand becomes
a blur, sliding up and down the shaft. Closing the eyes he imagines being in that slutty nurse's office and he needs a school physical. First
the nurse makes him strip down to underwear, which happens to be tight fitting red briefs. Next the nurse places the cold stethoscope
onto his chest, and she listens to his pounding heart. The nurse then pulls the underwear down. His dick is raging an angry red, hard as
a rock. "I need to check your temperature. Get on the bed and bend over," the nurse orders.
Josef bends over on the bed. After licking the end of the thermometer, the nurse slides it up the butt. While waiting for the temperature
check to finish, the naughty nurse grabs and massages the loose hanging testicles.
Josef hears approaching footsteps too late. "What are you doing?" is the first sounds that clearly come through. He opens the eyes
to see Mrs. Torres standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Chapter 39. Truth be Told, part three: Service with a bonus
At first Josef was glad he got auctioned off to Mrs. Torres. He didn't want to go to some stranger's house to do three hours of
Voluntary Worker servitude. When the mother of Tabitha and Tony pulled out the red underwear for him to wear, he knew it was
all a great setup, a vast conspiracy. Mother and neighbor planned this together. It was outrageous he's expected to wear
such a skimpy article of clothing during the entire three hours of working inside and outside the house.
And now that article of clothing is in jeopardy.
Josef watched with growing alarm as the blades of the ceiling fan slowed down, revealing each has a line of dirty dust clumped in a long mass
on the front end of each blade. He swore the room was perfectly cleaned. Having made a bet of it, bet on the wearing of the only thing
he has on, the red briefs, Josef knows he just made a big assed FUCK-UP.
"I am not satisfied with your work. You know what you must do."
Josef understood only too perfectly what Mrs. Torres meant by that. He made a bet and lost, and now he must pay the piper. The bet was
a clean room and he gets to keep the underwear on. Lose the bet means losing the briefs. Josef has to take off the red underwear
and remain naked for the duration of his servitude.
"How much time is left?" Josef asks. He cannot recall what the official starting time was. He has no idea how much time has passed
since he began his voluntary worker duties.
"You only have one more hour to go," Mrs. Torres says after glancing at her wristwatch.
Josef would and could swear that he is sure he's done more than two hours of labor. However, he cannot prove it. A full fuckin' hour to
keep working, and all while naked. He could phone home for help from mom, but his own mom is part of the conspiracy. Mother
is not going to come over and rescue him.
"Come on now, take it off. I've seen you before so what is the big deal?" Mrs. Torres has hands on her hips, and why do all moms have
the same expressions and postures when they are being bossy.
"Isn't it against the law for you to make me get naked?" Josef tries his only means of defense.
"There is no law that prevents anyone from getting unclothed in this house as long as it is done willingly...and you did willingly offer
to get naked if you failed to perform your duties properly."
Realizing he is beaten, Josef sighs and slowly begins tugging the briefs down. He moves the material of the underwear down slowly,
giving Mrs. Torres one more chance to say "Ha ha you can stop now. It's all a joke", but no such words are spoken. Mrs. Torres stands there
watching as his penis is released from the constricting confines of the very much disliked special birthday underwear. The briefs fit fine
on the butt, but the frontside was too revealing. He had too much going on up front squeezed into too small a space. Josef never
felt completely comfortable with the tight squeeze on his groin.
Josef slides the underwear down the legs and all the way off. His impressive for a young teen dick with matching large balls is now free
to move about without constraint. Even limp it hangs downward at Three and a Half inches, fat as the thick end of a large carrot.
Mrs. Torres takes the red briefs, and these end up back in her purse for safe keeping.
"Okay, what do you need me to do now?" Josef asks, as he knows getting back to work is the next order of business.
"I would think you'd know that," Mrs. Torres says with the kind of sarcasm specially reserved for mothers. "You haven't cleaned the
ceiling fan."
OH SHIT, the damn fan. Josef looks up at the ceiling. He looks around for the best way to get up there to clean the blades. It seems
the best way to do that is to get up on the bed. Standing on the bed, right at the foot of the bed, he can reach up to wipe off the
blades. He'd wipe one down, then give the fan a small turn to do the next, and so on till all five blades are wiped clean. Josef climbs
up on the bed with a rag in one hand.
It's tricky standing at the edge of the bed. It's a balancing act not to fall forward as his weight slumps the end of the bed lower and
changes the angle of standing. Mrs. Torres sees the problem, and she steps forward.
"You might fall off of there without assistance," the woman places her hands on both sides of Josef's hips.
Looking down, Josef can see his penis is at face level with Mrs. Torres, and she is staring right at it...and it is getting stiffer, pointing
right back at her. He wipes the first fan blade, but he cannot keep his mind focused on the work. Part of his brain is fixated on a woman is
touching him in a most unusual way. The face of a grown woman is only inches away from his penis, and he doesn't have to look down to
know he is getting hard down there, starting to point toward the ceiling.
"Boys your age grow so fast," Mrs. Torres says. "One day they are cute little prepubescent boys full of mischief. The next day they have
a schlong that stays hard all day long. My boy is not at that age yet, but that is coming soon."
Josef turns fan blades and keeps cleaning. Don't look down. Don't look into that woman's eyes as she eyeballs your dick and balls.
"You know...a wife really shouldn't admit to such things. At fourteen you are much bigger where it counts than dear old Mr. Torres.
He's not small mind you. Sufficiently average I would say. But Josef dear, you are a special breed. I bet if I could weigh that thing...
you know, all of your manhood...it would weigh the same as my husband's and my son's both put together."
Josef looks down and he sees the cock talk has gotten him even stiffer. It is beginning to throb and pulse. Mrs. Torres has her eyes
fixated on the fattened head now slightly bobbing up and down. It's amazing how fast the hardon can happen. He's like a racing
sports car, can get it up in less than sixty seconds.
Finally, the ceiling fan is cleaned, and Josef can get down from standing on the bed. Unfortunately, the standing up issue will remain
for some time.
The next chore given is to clean underneath the bed. "I want everything pulled out from under there. Any clothes you find place into
the basket in that corner. Any books or magazines you pile up next to the bookcase. I'm going downstairs to start dinner. Call me if
you have any questions."
Mrs. Torres left the room. Josef gets to work. He lies down on the floor and reaches underneath the bed. He pulls out dirty socks.
He pulls out some dirty underwear, both male and female underwear, and this he puts into the laundry basket in the corner. Josef
finds books and magazines under the bed. There is popular mechanics magazine and old National Geographic magazines, but what
gets Josef's attention is the collection of old Playboys and Hustler magazines and another called SLUT. Does Mrs. Torres know these were underneath her bed? Was Mr. Torres looking at these when the wife is away?
Josef can't help himself. He opens up the SLUT magazine. This is more raunchy than the Playboys, showing young women
with legs spread wide, and photos of a women holding a guy's dick in her hand. The photo display is called Naughty But
Nice, and it showed a series of photos of a woman taking advantage of a young guy in a Scouting uniform. At the end of the series
of pictures the woman has the Scouts large dick in her mouth.
Josef's dick is already hard. It's been throbbing for some time. There is only one way to get an erection problem to go away. Josef
sits down on the bed as he begins to stroke himself. The next chapter in the magazine has a hot and horny nurse doing a physical on
an older teenager wearing a wrestling singlet. "During the match I pulled something in my groin" the young guy tells the nurse.
Before long the singlet is down at the boy's ankles and the slutty nurse is stretching his manhood with a tug on the head.
Josef looks at his own swollen head, just as a some precum spills out to slicken his hand. Wet from the fluids, the hand becomes
a blur, sliding up and down the shaft. Closing the eyes he imagines being in that slutty nurse's office and he needs a school physical. First
the nurse makes him strip down to underwear, which happens to be tight fitting red briefs. Next the nurse places the cold stethoscope
onto his chest, and she listens to his pounding heart. The nurse then pulls the underwear down. His dick is raging an angry red, hard as
a rock. "I need to check your temperature. Get on the bed and bend over," the nurse orders.
Josef bends over on the bed. After licking the end of the thermometer, the nurse slides it up the butt. While waiting for the temperature
check to finish, the naughty nurse grabs and massages the loose hanging testicles.
Josef hears approaching footsteps too late. "What are you doing?" is the first sounds that clearly come through. He opens the eyes
to see Mrs. Torres standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
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Re: Life is Unfair: New September 11
Josef begins to tell this story to the group, then we jump back in time to when the event took place.
Josef won't be giving every little detail to his "Friends" when he tells the truth about the day he got caught
jerking off. He will assume nobody knows anything about this, and will try to skip over much of it...until Tabitha
proves she already knows more than Josef suspected.
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