Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 06:38:01 -0500
From: Ken Craven <ken_craven@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'No Way Back' {Ken Craven} ( bb bd ) [1!20]

This is my first story and I intend it to be a 20 part novel.
It is about 2/3 original work and 1/3 borrowed from my favorite
stories collected on the net. My thanks to everyone I stole
ideas from. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer - This story contains description of sexual act between
boys, and sometimes betwen boys and girls. If this is not to your
taste or illegal in your region do not procede further. This is
entirely a work of fiction and none of the characters or events
depicted exist.

No Way Back - Part 1
by Ken Craven

Chris woke up early that morning. He had just recently turned
twelve and today was the first day of school and he would now be in
the seventh grade. Which also meant that he would also be starting at
the senior school of the private high school for boys that he attended.
The junior school had grades one to six, and the senior school had
grades seven to twelve. Although the senior school was directly next
to the junior school, in fact they shared the gym and sports facilities,
to Chris it still felt like he was starting at a totally new school.

As he rubbed his eyes, he remembered the past school year and
hoped that this one would not be as bad. Last year in the sixth grade
had been hell. The summer before, his best friend in the whole world
had moved and Chris wasn't close to anyone else. So all year last year
he had felt alone and the constant teasing from a number of the kids in
school didn't help either.

While Chris was a cute red haired kid, he was physically immature
for his age, which made it all too easy to tease him. Although he had
recently turned twelve he could easily be mistaken for a ten year old.
His body was slender, without being skinny, and his belly flat. His
young body was as smooth and hairless as a baby's bottom. But to
make things worse, Chris's penis also attracted attention and ridicule
whenever he was in the showers after gym class. Even when it was
soft his short two inch circumcised penis stuck out horizontally from
his smooth hairless groin, like he had a mini hard on all the time. This
made his the target of endless jokes and taunting from the other boys
about his 'permanent little stiffie.'

At times when he was embarrassed or cold his little penis shrank
until the shaft could not be seen at all, and the circumcised seemed to
stick directly out of his body. And no one, apart from himself, had
ever seen him erect, which wasn't a whole lot better at just three
inches long and still sticking straight out horizontal.

Chris was very aware of his own physical shortcomings (so to
speak) and this made him shy around other boys and he tended to be a
loner, set-apart from the other children around him. The only person
who he had ever felt accepted him was Matt, but now Matt was gone.
Chris didn't even know where he was because Matt's family had just
up and moved during that summer and he didn't have a chance to tell
Chris that he was leaving.

Now, Chris stood before the mirror which showed that he still had
not matured since school let out last year (except having grown a half-
inch or so). Chris knew that this school year would be just like last
year. Immediately Chris's mind went back to the incident in the
shower room on the last school day of last year, where he and his
classmates had been forced to shower after gym class everyday. After
gym showers was the greatest source of his humiliation.

At the end of last year, on his last day of being in the six grade, he
had gym class. At the end of the class all the boys had to take a
shower before going to their next class (another school rule). Chris
always tried to be one of the last ones into the locker room, so he
wouldn't have to endure the teasing. But there was always one person
who waited for him, Steve.

Steve had been the thorn in Chris's side for several years now and
seeing Chris naked gave him all the more ammunition he needed to
tease Chris with. It seemed like almost every time Chris went into the
locker room, there was Steve waiting for him. Usually Steve had
already showered and was ready to return to class, and the gym
teacher never entered the shower room while there were still boys
showering, this was a school rule. So it was easy for Steve to lay in
wait for Chris's arrival.

Chris remembered one day near the end of last semester in the
shower room very well. As Chris entered the locker room, he went to
his assigned locker and began removing his clothes. First his shirt,
then his shoes and socks, then his gym shorts. Once he was down to
his underwear, Steve said from behind, "C'mon Chris, show me that
little hard dick of yours."

Chris tried to ignore him and started folding his gym clothes so he
wouldn't wrinkle them. The more Chris ignored him, the more Steve
was determined to get Chris's attention.

"Hey Chris, you won't be able to get your underpants off if that
tiny prick of yours is still hard!" Steve cruelly shouted.

Chris heard Steve approaching him from behind but he continued
to ignore the other boy. Steve finally was close enough that Chris
could feel Steve's breath from behind. Then, suddenly, Steve reached
from behind and grabbed one of Chris's little boy nipples, pinching
and twisting it with his index finger and thumb as hard as he could
until Chris yelped in pain. Then, without another word, Steve reached
out with his other hand and ripped Chris's little white briefs from his
body, which made the tearing sound that only underwear could make.

Chris screamed in pain as the material ripped across his genitals.
Chris could feel his nuts getting mashed by the elastic leg band as the
tiny garment was torn from his body. Then, while Chris was hunched
over in pain both hands clutching his aching balls, Steve grabbed all
of Chris's clothes out of the still open locker and ran out of the locker
room at top speed. Chris tried to run after him but was still in too
much pain to keep up. Steve ran directly to his locker and stuffed his
victim's clothes into the locker and locked it, grabbed his books and
dashed out of the locker room and went on to class.

Chris was left in the locker room with nothing to wear but his
hands cupping eleven year old hairless genitals and the tears that
misted his eyes. As Chris contemplated his options, he sobbed at the
thought of anyone seeing his naked body, it was be too embarrassing
for this very shy boy to handle. He walked around in a circle for
several minutes thinking of what to do next. He could walk to the
principle's office but if he did, he would almost certainly be seen
before he got there (the principle's office being on the other side of
the school). Chris knew it would be hours before the coach ever came
in but he also knew that there were other Gym classes throughout the
day and that if he stayed there, he would be very humiliated. He could
always go out the back door of the locker room and run into the woods
some fifty yards away. From there he was sure he could make it home
through the woods, because his back yard, along with a few other
houses, started when the woods left off. There were only two
problems; the first one was that the woods was about four miles across
to his house; the second was the thoughts he had of explaining to his
mother why he skipped class and what had happened to his clothes.
And he desperately hoped his two younger sisters were not home from
school by the time he got there. But, running home naked through the
woods was the only way out that could possibly leave him some
dignity.

So, it was through the woods. As Chris fumbled around the locker
room looking for a towel or something that he could use to cover
himself, he heard the next group of boys coming in from gym class
and knew that this was his only opportunity to escape. So, it was out
through the showers and out the back door he went. After the door
closed behind him, Chris knew he'd be on his own. So, before he let it
close, he looked carefully to make sure there was no one lurking
behind the school in the small grassy patch that lead to the woods.
Once he saw that all was clear, he slipped out the door, being ever so
careful as to make sure it did not make the loud slamming noise it
always made when it was left to close on its own, and ran the fifty
yards to the safety of the woods.

Once in the woods, Chris looked behind himself to be sure that no
one had seen him or followed him. Looking back, Chris realized that
this particular part of the school grounds was obscured from the
classroom windows. Once reassured and relieved, Chris started his
long journey through the woods to his house.

Surprisingly, Chris felt exhilarated by the feeling of the soil under
his bare feet and the leaves brushing against his body as he passed and
especially against his naked penis and balls. He was really enjoying
his walk through the woods, being alone in nature in his most natural
state. He wondered if this is how it felt in the Garden of Eden that his
mother had told him about so many times. 'Was this how things were
supposed to be?' he thought.

Continuing on the path, Chris felt relieved that no one had seen
him in his birthday suit. As he neared his house, he could see the
chain-link fence that surrounded his backyard. Luckily, it was early
enough in the day that Chris knew that the neighbors were probably
still at work.

Chris walked up to the fence and realized that he'd never tried to
climb a fence naked before. Actually, he'd never done anything
besides showering nude. As he stuck his foot in the fence to get a grip
to climb over, he put his weight on his smooth boyish feet in the thin
wire weave of the fence and winced with a tinge of pain. As he put his
other foot a little higher in the fence, he again winced a little from the
pain. As he got used to it, it became easier though still very painful.

As he reached the top of the fence and swung his leg over to begin
his climb down the other side, he lost his footing. Chris immediately
fell with the fence pole and the points of the fence between his legs.
His balls were crushed under his own weight, one on the fence pole
and the other on one of the sharp points. Chris yelled at the top of his
lungs in pain. He fell off the fence and down on the side of his
backyard. Clutching his testicles and groaning in pain, he rolled
around in the grass, forgetting completely that he was completely
naked and he didn't want to attract attention. Five minutes passed and
finally Chris was able to stand again and then he staggered to his
house, up the back stair and across the deck. Luckily his mom was not
home yet and his sisters were still at school. Chris fumbled under the
mat outside the back door and found the spare key. He then unlocked
the door and replaced the key so his mother wouldn't know he had to
use it.

But that was last year. Now Chris stood before his mirror, looking
at his small unchanged, prepubescent body remembering that awful
day and dreading the day ahead. As his mother called him down for
breakfast, Chris quickly dried off his short red hair, still wet from his
morning shower, and got dressed in his school uniform of gray shorts,
white short-sleeved shirt, and a gray and red striped tie.

Once downstairs, Chris ate his breakfast, which consisted of little
more than a couple of Pop Tarts and a glass of orange juice.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" asked his mom concerned about
his lack of appetite.

"Aw mom, I'm Okay!" came Chris's standard answer to his mom's
constant over-protectiveness.

At that moment, they were joined at the breakfast table by Chris's
two younger sisters. The first of the girls to arrive was Karen.

Karen was eleven years old, a whole year younger than Chris, she
was nearly as tall as Chris and was just as slender. She had long red
hair that reached down to her shoulder blades at the back. She was
wearing her elementary school uniform which consisted of a blue and
white checked dress that covered nearly to her knees, short white sox
and black shoes. She was starting the sixth grade this year. The top of
Karen's dress fitted tightly enough over her still flat chest to clearly
outline her two sweet little girl nipples as they pressed against the thin
material. Those small pre-pubescent cherry pips each surrounded by a
small circle of dark brown always seemed to show so invitingly
through of her thin school dress when she didn't wear anything under
the dress, which she seldom did. Her breasts were still completely
unformed so she didn't even need to wear a training bra yet. Recently
it seemed that Chris could help but notice his younger sister's nipples
nearly every day and he secretly longed to touch them.

As usual the last to the breakfast table was Lisa. The small slender
nine year old girl was dressed in the same uniform as her older sister,
and this year she was starting the fourth grade. Lisa had long red hair
just like her sister, and big brown eyes that gave her small face a look
of total innocence.

"Everyone has to eat breakfast before they got to the bus stop!"
their mom ordered.

"I'm done!" said Chris stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. He
grabbed his backpack of books and headed outside to walk to the bus
stop.

As he headed down the path towards the street, his two sisters
called to him from the front door. "Wait up Chris! Wait for us!"

"Hurry up slow coach!" called Chris over his shoulder, not slowing
his pace and forcing his younger sisters to run to catch up.

As usual Chris watched his sisters get on their bus safely, then
waited the extra five minutes for his to arrive.

As he sat by himself on the bus, he wondered what horror would
await him that day. Would Steve be waiting for him in the locker
room again? What if someone else saw him make that naked dash
home? Would they make fun of him? Shit, why do I have to go to
school at all? He pondered what the day would bring as he stared
vacantly out of the window of the bus.

The first thing he was aware of as he neared the senior school gates
was the noise, hundreds of kids shouting and laughing and he
suddenly realized how much bigger the senior section of the school
was compared to the junior school.

The first thing Chris saw was a large sign "New students this way"
with an arrow pointing left and so he and the others turned and walked
along several long corridors. More signs guided them until eventually
they reached an open door which had a "New Students" sign on it.

As the boys pushed their way through this door Chris was aware of
the pressure of other bodies all trying to jam into the room which
seemed too small for the purpose. The pressure of so many young
boys' bodies didn't ease once he was inside, it was all too obvious
now that the room was nowhere near large enough to accommodate all
the new boys still piling in.

He found himself in the middle of the room which was now packed
full, and he could just make out a desk on a raised dais at the front
where a teacher was sitting patiently, waiting until all the new boys
had entered. There must have been around a hundred boys in the room
by now, and there were still a few pushing into the room which was
causing everyone to press forward even more to make room for them.
Chris held his backpack of books above his head, like the few other
boys who had packs were doing, so other boys wouldn't be pushed
against it and to allow more of the new boys to fit in the over-cramped
room.

As the boy behind him pushed forward, Chris stepped forward a
little to make room same but soon found himself pressing against a
blonde boy directly in front of him. So he tried to go back a bit but
found that the boy behind him was now pressing against him and he
couldn't go back. He now realized that he was stuck in this very
cramped position with eleven and twelve year old boys pressed
against him on all sides.

A teacher stood up and the low hum of conversation died as he
started to speak.

"Good morning boys. I'd like to welcome you to the senior school
and I know it's probably a bit confusing for you at the moment. That's
why we've got you all in here to start with. Once the rest of the
students have attended morning assembly and gone to their classes
we'll be able to sort you all out. So will you just remain here for the
present whilst I go to the assembly. I'm sorry for the cramped
conditions but it will only be for about ten minutes. And please try not
to make too much noise."

As he finished speaking the teacher walked to the door and left,
leaving the packed room of young boys to wait. After a few moments
of silence the hum of conversation started again. Chris had few
friends, so he was not surprised to find that he was standing with boys
he didn't know. 'Maybe this was an opportunity for Chris to escape
the bullying of his past', Chris thought.

He thought about starting a conversation with one of the other boys
when he became aware of a more serious problem. The squash in the
room meant that the back of the blonde haired boy in front of him was
pressed right against him and his ass was resting against Chris's
crotch. This was bad enough but the boy was also moving slightly
from side to side, presumably to get as comfortable as possible in the
crush of bodies, and as his ass brushed over Chris's shorts he could
feel his dick getting stiff.

'Oh shit, that's all I need', he thought and tried to back away only
to find his own rear was now pressing into the crotch of the boy
behind. He was well and truly stuck and desperately tried to think of
something other than his stiffening cock, which was now pushing
against his jockeys and shorts. There was also something pressing
against his ass now and he didn't take long to realize that the boy
behind him was having the same problem as he was and it was a
hardening boycock Chris could feel. He tried to keep as still as
possible, but even this didn't help as the blonde boy was now pressed
against him so much that he could smell his freshly washed hair as
well as his obviously newly starched shirt. This coupled with the now
fully hard organ pressing against the rear of his shorts was enough to
complete him getting totally hard and the head of his dick was now
pushing his jockeys and shorts outwards and tight against the blonde
boys ass.

Any minute he was expecting this boy to say something nasty but
instead the boy seem to increase the rubbing of his ass against Chris's
crotch and at the same time the boy behind started pressing against
him more firmly forcing his cock tight against his Chris's rear.

It was only now he realized that what was happening was no
accident - it wasn't that he was stupid but he'd never been in a
situation like this before. Sure, at junior school he'd sneaked furtive
looks at his friend's little cocks when they were pissing or in the
showers but that had been more out of curiosity than anything. And
he'd never seen any of them hard. Now he had one unknown boy's
shorts-covered dick pushing hard against his ass whilst his own stiffie
was rubbing against some other blonde boy's ass! Although he was
nervous and a bit scared of this new situation he also knew he was
enjoying the experience and his twelve year old body even started to
respond. First by pushing his ass back into the boy behind then
pressing his crotch against the rear in front as much as he could. All
while trying to make the movements seem accidental.

Then he felt a hand brushing his left leg.

Chris almost stopped breathing as the warm fingers stroked his leg
just below his shorts - it felt really good - but then they started to slide
upwards and he closed his eyes as they slipped inside his shorts leg
and moved up his thigh. Chris's knuckles turned white as he tightened
his grip on his backpack, which he still held above his head.

Now the wandering fingers were just brushing the bottom of his
brief white jockeys, but almost before Chris realized the fingers
pressed into the top of his leg and slid under the elastic leg band of his
white cotton briefs.

Chris thought about saying something to make the hand stop. But
he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. Above all he wanted
to blend in, and making a fuss on the first day in front of every boy in
the seventh grade was definitely not a good idea.

The fingers had now moved further into his jockey's and brushed
against his small firm balls. Chris clenched his grip on his backpack
even tighter in a mixture of excitement and helplessness, what was
happening felt so good, but it shouldn't be happening and he should
do something to stop it. But he was too embarrassed to make a fuss.
He held his breath with unexpected anticipation as the slowly moving
fingers finally made their first contact with his completely stiff three
inch cock. A thumb and finger were gently pressed against the sides of
his shaft before starting to slide up and down, brushing against his
sensitive, spongy cock head each time they completed their forward
motion. He had originally thought it must have been the boy behind
him who was daringly feeling his penis, but then realized that he still
had a stiff cock pressing against the rear of his shorts so the hand must
belong to someone else! But who?

Now the hand had changed its movements and was moving Chris's
cock from side to side causing the head to rub against the inside of his
jockeys at the point where the blonde boy's ass was pressing hardest.
The thought of there only being a few thin layers of clothing between
his dick and the ass in front of him was making Chris's head spin and
he was getting a strange but nice feeling in his groin, and it was
growing rapidly more intense! Now the fingers had speeded up their
movements causing Chris's cock head to jerk as it was rubbed faster
and faster against the rough cotton and he didn't know how much
longer he'd be able to stand it as the sensations now radiating from his
penis were almost unbearable. The boy behind him was now grinding
against his shorts covered rear so hard that his cock was pressing
Chris's shorts and jockey's into the crack of his ass cheeks. Then the
sensations running through the aroused boy's body got even more
intense and he realized it felt a bit like he wanted to piss, but also
somehow far more exciting.

'Oh god! I'm going to piss myself' he thought, horrified. He
clenched his buttocks trying to stop himself from wetting his pants,
and tried to move away from the hand at his boyhood, but he could
hardly move an inch in the packed room. The intensity of the
sensations kept growing and his cock started throbbing wildly in the
mystery boy's hand. A wonderful sensation flowed from his cock
throughout his body. He immediately knew he hadn't pissed himself
as there was no wetness in his jockey's or shorts, although his shaft
was still throbbing and the fingers were still rubbing his cock head
hard against his clothing.

If it hadn't been so crowded Chris might have collapsed but the
pressure of the bodies around him fortunately prevented such an
embarrassing thing happening. It took all his control to stop himself
from moaning out loud as his slender body shuddered with his preteen
dry orgasm.

'Shit some kid jerked me off!' Chris thought still dizzy from the
experience. His slightly softening cock was still jerking as his cum
faded, when hand was whipped from inside his jockeys just as the
door opened and he heard the teacher calling for silence.

All through the twenty minute talk that followed Chris could still
feel the hardness of the boy behind him pressing into his ass and
before the talk was ended his own cock was starting to stiffen again
despite the amazing dry orgasm he had experienced not so long
before. He tried to ignore it and listened as the teacher ended his 'pep
talk'.

"Right, now you can have a break for half an hour and then you'll
be allocated your homerooms. There you will be assigned your classes
and classrooms. Oh and don't think your going to get this easy a day
usually, after today thinks are going to get a lot harder".

Chris heard muffled giggling from the boys immediately next to
him and couldn't stop his face from flushing red with embarrassment.

He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened as the room
started to empty and the sight of all the other eleven and twelve year
old boys in gray shorts and white shirts was all he needed to attain
another full hard on. He was already wishing they were all staying in
the room so he could hide his erection from view. As he was leaving
the room, Chris held his backpack in front of his groin to hide his
erection and hurriedly left the room.

This was the first time another person had ever touched his cock,
and he didn't even know who had done it. Could it have been the
blonde boy? Or was it one of the boys to the side? He couldn't be
sure. He realized that he would probably never find out.

As he got to the homeroom, Chris noticed that there were only two
seats left. One was next to some fat boy he didn't recognize and the
other was next Sam, a boy he knew from last year. Sam and Chris
hadn't really been all that good of friends but Chris decided to avoid
the awkwardness of meeting someone new and just sit by Sam.

When Chris sat down, Sam immediately said, "Hey, Chris, what's
up?"

Sam had not yet turned twelve. But even though he was still eleven,
at least for a couple of months, he was one of the more popular guys
in the junior school, mainly because he was good at sports, but also
because he was quite good looking. He had an angelic face, blue eyes,
clear lightly tanned skin, wavy shoulder length light brown hair, all
combined with a very trim athletic body.

Chris looked at this guy sitting beside him waiting for his reply and
said, "Hi Sam, how was your summer? Then, the teacher shushed the
class and took roll.

As the homeroom ended, all the kids checked their schedules and
left for their next class. Throughout the rest of the day, Chris was
happy to find out that Sam was in all but one of his classes. He was
also happy that the one class Sam wasn't in with him was gym class.
Chris didn't want Sam to see him naked.

When Chris got to gym class, he was hoping that Steve would not
be in the class with him. Chris walked in to the locker room to change
out for class. As Chris began to strip, a very familiar voice came from
behind him.

"Hey, Chris, that tiny cock of yours grow any stiffer during the
summer?"

Chris immediately knew who it was. It was Steve. Chris's heart
sank as he realized that Steve must be in the same gym class as him.
He would have to put up with Steve's teasing for yet another year.

As Chris turned to face Steve, he noticed that Steve seemed bigger
than last year. Steve had grown quite a bit and had also let his light
brown hair grow out a bit which made him look a little older than he
was. All this maturity in Chris's rival was going to make it even
harder to take his constant teasing. Steve pulled his gym shirt over his
head and down his torso. He then threw his street clothes into his
locker which, to Chris's horror, was right next to his.

The coach came into the locker room and yelled for everyone to
hurry up. Steve stood there, knowing now that Chris would have to
strip in front of him, at least to his underwear. Chris continued to strip,
taking his shoes and shorts off. Chris Samt down to drop his shorts and
as he stood up again his penis was in its usual horizontal position with
its circumcised head pressing against the thin white material of his
undies, and as always it gave the impression of a very small erection.
Seeing this Steve started to giggle. "Is that thing still stickin' straight
out? Why don't you just tie it down with string or something?"
Having had his fun, Steve left the locker room still laughing at Chris's
humiliation.

As Steve left the room Chris thought he saw the small blonde kid,
who was standing in front of him in the assembly room earlier,
watching from the change room door, but as he turned to take a closer
look the boy disappeared behind the door. Finally left alone Chris
dressed for gym class in the school standard white tee-shirt, white
shorts and white sox and trainers.

Despite Steve being in the same class, gym was an uneventful
session of track and field practice, much to Chris's relief. Afterwards
all the boys flooded back into the locker room and hurriedly stripped
naked and rushed into the adjoining shower room. Chris was last into
the locker room and by then the rest of the class was already in the
showers and he could hear the excited babble of boys voices as the
showered in the next room.

He knew he could not put off the inevitable any longer and he
untied his trainers and kicked them off. Next he pulled off his white
sox, white tee-shirt and white shorts, the standard sports uniform at
the senior school. Standing only in his white jockey undies Chris
stood and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band and hesitated,
reluctant to be naked in front of other boys.

At that moment the sports teacher opened the door and said, "
Hurry up and get in the showers or you'll hold up the next class!" He
then quickly exited again.

Chris sighed and pushed his white undies down his tanned legs and
off onto the tiled floor. He then took a deep breath and walked into the
shower room with the other fifteen boys of his class. He quickly found
a vacant shower rose in one corner of the room and he went to it and
faced the wall as he stepped under the water flow. He lifted his face
up towards the shower rose and closed his eyes as he let the warm
water flow through his hair and down over his naked body. The warm
spray felt wonderful and refreshing and he began to forget about his
fears.

"CRACK!" the perfectly aimed end of a wet towel flicked out and
struck the underside of Chris's soft but still prominent penis, an all too
easy target the way it always stood out horizontally. Chris yelped in
surprise at the unexpected attack on his private parts. He automatically
doubled over, both hands clutching his stinging penis. Before he could
recover his composure hands had grabbed him and dragged him into
the middle of the shower room. His wrists were then roughly seized
and pulled in front of him. He then felt thin rope of some type being
wrapped around them, tying them firmly together.

"Hey! Let go!" cried Chris finally finding his voice.

But no one seemed to be listening. Before he could say anything
else his tied wrists were being pulled up towards the ceiling forcing
him to stand up straight with his arms stretched over his head. He
looked up and saw that his wrists were tied and a loose end of the rope
was lopped over a water pipe near the ceiling and then tied to a tap
fitting on the wall.

He was now surrounded by the circle of nude laughing boys, all
staring at his slim naked body and pointing at his jutting cock. Chris
could feel their eyes on him and he lifted one knee and tried to cover
his privates with his thigh. But he only succeeded in drawing more
attention to his circumcised penis.

"Tie his feet!" called a voice which Chris was sure belonged to
Steve. Immediately hands grabbed his ankles and he felt rope being
tied to each. Chris tried to struggle but there were just too many of
them.

The next thing the frightened twelve year old boy knew was that he
was now firmly secured in the middle of shower room. His wrists
were tied together and pulled up over his head, and his ankles were
each tied to an iron drainage grill cemented into the tiled floor, so that
his feet were held about three feet apart, spreading his legs wide. His
slender naked preteen body was now stretch out on full display for all
the other kids in his gym class to see.

As Chris looked around the circle he saw that some of the boys had
circumcised penises, and other had foreskins covering their head of
their cocks. Chris also saw that many of the boys were holding their
hands over their groins, trying to casually hide their little erections.

"How come your cock is sticking straight out like that?" asked one
boy staring at Chris's two inch circumcised penis jutting straight out
horizontally and not laying down over his small balls, and as usual
attracting every ones attention.

"You have a really short boner!" said another boy

"No he's soft still. He just always sticking straight out!" answered
Steve. "Even when its soft, go ahead and feel it!"

Before Chris could protest the boy stepped up and felt Chris's soft
cock. "Hey it really is soft!" he chirped excitedly to his friends. As
soon as he released Chris's soft cock, another hand took its place,
feeling the soft member. Then another boy moved in to feel it. Soon
there was a close circle of boys pushing for their chance to feel the
Chris's little cock. All this attention was too much for the embarrassed
twelve year old and he could feel his cock beginning to harden as all
these naked boys played with it.

"Hey its getting hard!" came a excited cry from one boy now
feeling the growing preteen penis.

"He likes having his cock felt!"

"Maybe he likes us boys playing with it!"

This was just too embarrassing and Chris's face turned a deep
shade of red. Why was this happening to him?

"Step back everyone!" came Steve's loud commanding voice. And
all the boys immediately stepped away from Chris and formed a circle
around him again.

Get some wet towels!" added Steve and boys scurried off and soon
returned with a number of white towels that they handed around to
everyone. All the boys twirled them into sausage and then dipped one
end into the water laying on the shower room floor making it heavy
and wet

"Wack his ass!" yelled a boy enthusiastically from some where
behind him.

"Wack his belly!" yelled a different boy off to one side.

"Wack his cock!" squealed another boy with rising excitement
straining his voice.

"Wack his balls!" yelled yet another.

"No don't!" Chris cried. But he had barely got the words out when
his naked preteen body was assailed by a rain of flicking wet towels
from all directions.

'SMACK!'

'SMACK!'

'SMACK!'

The towels stuck his taught slender young body on his soft belly,
on his firm round ass cheeks, and frequently under his stiff cock, that
stood out horizontal its full three inches making it an all too easy
target. Each time his sensitive cock was struck it would swing up and
'slap' loudly against his lower belly, and then drop back ready to be
hit again. This produced a double sound each time his cock was hit
and then slapped up against his belly.

'SMACK-slap!'

'SMACK-slap!'

'SMACK-slap!'

Many of the boys laughed excitedly as they watched this display of
boy penis acrobatics.

The towels continued their biting attack as the circle of over
excited eleven and twelve year olds assaulted their naked and helpless
victim. Soon his slender preteen body was covered in small red
blotches from where the stinging wet towels whipped against his
smooth skin.

Fortunately for Chris his tender young balls were spared from most
the onslaught. But behind him one of the boys had lined up the crack
of his ass that was pulled slightly open by the position of his spread
legs, exposing his small anus. The boy took careful aim and fired his
stinging wet towel tip at his small puckered target. It struck home with
amazing accuracy, causing Chris to yelp and thrust his hips forward,
away from this painful attack on his most private hole. This sudden
movement forced his groin forward, making the next towel tip aimed
at his cock miss and hit his small balls instead.

Chris's eyes popped wide open and his mouth gaped in a silent
scream as the sudden pain had taken his breath away.

"Wow!" said one boy in awe. "That must have really hurt!"

The surrounding boys stopped their attack, all totally absorbed in
watching their victim's reaction to the cruel strike on his tender young
balls. Many of them clutched at their hairless preteen balls in
sympathy with their victim who was now moaning in agony.

"That's enough!" commanded Steve. "Let's go and leave him
here!" With that all the boys began filing out of the showers, still
chattering excitedly to each other, leaving poor Chris hanging in the
middle of the shower room, his battered cock now shortening to its
normal soft two inches.

As the last of the other boys left the showers for the change room,
Steve stepped up close to Chris and began tickling his small nipples,
making them turn into hard little nubbins and also making his cock
return to full hardness again. Chris didn't expect how good this felt
and he let out a soft moan before he could stop it.

"I think this is going to be a real fun year!" Steve said with an evil
smile, and to emphasize the point he reached down and gave Chris's
hard boner a very tight squeeze. He then flicked his finger wickedly
against Chris's unprotected balls making him gasp with the sudden
pain that seemed to move from his balls to the pit of his stomach.
Steve then left his victim and headed for change room with the other
boys.

"Hey wait! Guys wait!" Chris called after the boys as they all
quickly dressed and left the change room. "Hey wait! Don't leave me
here!" With his back to the door he couldn't see if they were really
leaving him there.

He heard the outer door to the change room close one final time
and he knew that they had left him tied and helpless. He wondered
when the next class was and if he was going to be stuck all day. He
was brought back from his worried speculation by a slight noise from
directly behind him. Chris was about to turn his head to see who was
there, when a towel was suddenly draped over his head and the end
wrapped around so that he could see nothing.

"Hey! Who's that?" he said loudly in surprise.

But he was quickly silenced by a hand suddenly reaching between
his spread legs and squeezing hard on his small hairless balls.

"Arrrghhh! All right stop please!"

A boy's voice, whispered to disguise its owner, and very close
behind him said, "Shut up or I'll rip 'em off!"

The vice-like grip on his tender boyhood released and Chris
struggled to breathe again. He knew he was totally at the mercy of this
unknown boy.

The whispered voice now said, "Feel this?"

Chris felt a small metal implement, probably a knife but he
couldn't be sure, touch the underside of his ball sac. His body
instinctively stiffened in fear. The point of the point of the cold sharp
metal was dragged lightly back across his balls and into the crack of
his ass, his spread legs allowing all too easy access. The sharp metal
was moved further back and its point scrapped over his exposed anus
making him shudder. He lifted his bound and spread naked body up
on his tip-toes, in an automatic and useless attempt to escape the
contact on his virgin anus. The point played there for a moment,
teasing the small sensitive doorway, as if the boy holding the sharp
object was considering pushing it in, and then it moved on. Chris
exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Do nothing! Say nothing! And nothing bad will happen to you!"
continued the whisperer. "But if you cum in my mouth I'll cut your
balls!" As these last word were said Chris felt the point of the metal
blade scrape lightly along that line on his ball sac that divides a young
boys testicles. Then the sharp point scraped lightly up the underside of
erect penis and even across his piss slit, making Chris's body shudder
at both the sharp discomfort and the horror of the dire threat. At least
his fear was making his cock soft again, and Chris was thankful.

Chris heard these words and their meaning only slowly started to
sink in. Was this boy going to put his cock in his mouth? Chris had
heard the term 'cocksucker' often in the school playground, but he
never really thought much about what it meant. He wanted to cry out,
to plead to be let go, but he was just too scared.

He heard the boy move around to be in front of him and then there
was silence for the next minute of so. He could hear the boys
breathing which seemed rapid and he realized that the boy was
probably jerking off in front of him.

Next Chris felt something touch each of his tiny nipples. The boy
was tickling his tipples! And Chris was surprised at how sensitive they
were and his inexperienced body shuddered in response. No one had
ever done this to him before. He could feel his boy nipples harden and
become rigid little nubbins on his flat immature chest. As the boy
continued to tickle them with practiced finger tips, Chris could feel his
body tingle all over, especially between his spread legs and he felt his
cock begin to stiffen again.

After several minutes the nipple tickling stopped and Chris was
startled as he felt something warm and wet suddenly engulf his once
more rock hard cock. He couldn't believe it! Some kid was sucking
him off right here in the school gym showers on his first day at school
and there was nothing he could do about it. This was his first ever
anyone had sucked his preteen penis and just like in that crowded
room earlier today, he had no idea who it was.

He now remembered the boy's words 'cum in my mouth and I'll
cut your balls!' Ho no!

Chris desperately tried to force his young body no to respond, but
the mouth sucking his cock knew what it was doing. The tongue
stroked the sensitive underside of his cock and occasionally teased his
ultra-sensitive piss slit. But try as he might, he could not stop his
preteen body from responding to the mouth teasing and sucking the
length of his now rock hard cock.

The boy continued to suck on Chris's sensitive boycock, and Chris
could feel finger tips tickling his small firm balls probing them for the
tiny eggs that they held close against Chris's body. At the same time
he could now also feel another finger tip trace its way from his balls
back between his spread legs and between his ass cheeks. There it
sought out his tiny hole and began to tease and tickle it. This new
touch was both unexpected and strange to Chris. But he was more
shocked when the finger tip pressed painfully into his hole up to the
first joint, and began to waggle around inside his bottom. Just as
surprising was that he also found that this began to feel good.

Soon he was feeling the pressure build up in his groin and he knew
he was going to cum and there was nothing he could do about it. He
desperately tried to ignore the mouth on his cock, the fingers on his
balls and the finger in his bottom. He held his breath and tensed all his
muscles in his legs and belly trying to force the approaching orgasm
off. But it was no use.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" he groaned in final release as his taught young
body shuddered and his stiff cock began throbbing inside the other
boy's mouth. After a few more seconds of blissful orgasm the mouth
slid off his now softening member and Chris realized what he had
done. And he remembered what the other boy had threatened to do if
he did!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I tried not to, please don't hurt me," he
begged his unknown assailant.

The whispered voice said, "I warned you!" and gain Chris felt the
tip of the blade trace a path down the middle if his small balls that
hugged close and tight to his twelve year old body.

"No please don't! Pleeeease Noooooo!" Chris was starting to
become hysterical, his voice rising to a high pitched squeal.

Then the blade was removed. The next thing he knew was that the
rope holding his arms stretched up above his head suddenly became
loose and he could pull them down again. Realizing that the boy
hadn't hurt him, but instead had released him, Chris removed the
towel covering his head. But his attacker was already gone. For the
second time that day he had been made to cum and he had no idea
who had done it.

But Chris also knew that the next class would be in here soon, so
he quickly set to work untying his hands with his teeth. He then Samt
down and began untying the rope holding each of his ankles.

Just then the next class began flowing into the showers, to Chris's
dismay he saw that it was a class of about twenty fourth graders from
the junior school next door. They were all around nine or ten years
old. Of course, he remembered, the junior and senior schools shared
the same sports facilities. This was going to be very embarrassing, so
the hurried to free himself.

At first group of smaller boys all headed to separate shower outlets,
seeming not to notice the twelve year old in their midst's. Chris stared
around at the score of naked young boys. Unlike the boys in his own
year these younger boys from the junior school seemed much more
comfortable with being naked in front their classmates. Two or three
boys huddled under each shower rose and they called out and laughed
loudly as they soaped up their own bodies and that of anyone else in
reach.

Chris saw that about half were circumcised like himself, and half
had little tubes of foreskin dangling from their tiny penises. All had
balls that were so small and hugged so tight to their bodies that they
seemed nearly nonexistent. Also Chris couldn't help but notice that a
few had small but prominent little erections that to Chris looked so
cute on these skinny nine year old bodies, all wet and streaked with
soap foam, that he felt his own cock begin to lengthen.

'Oh no, not now!' he thought. Closing his eyes to block the
arousing view, Chris desperately tried to quickly finish untying
himself.

Suddenly he heard a loud shrill voice yell out from somewhere
behind him. "Hey everyone look!" As one all the young boys turn to
face the Chris. "Did someone tie you up in here?" another shrill young
voice said.

Chris's face flushed red with embarrassment and he remained
silent as he removed the last of the rope holding him and stood up and
began heading for the change room.

"Look at the marks all over his bum!" chirped one youngster.

"Hey everyone look at his stiffie!" said another pointing at Chris's
still hairless groin.

Chris looked down and saw that his penis was sticking straight out
at its full three inch length and bouncing provocatively as he walked.
He immediately tried to cover it with his hands, but its erectness made
it hard to conceal.

"Hey look now he's jerking himself!" squealed another voice and
they all then laughed delightedly at the older boy who hurriedly left
the shower room and disappeared in to the change room. He quickly
found his clothes, which thankfully were still there, and dressed.

The day was nearly at an end, and Chris felt to shaken to attend
any more classes today so he headed for the bus stop.

He only had to wait about fifteen minutes before the school classes
all ended and he soon saw Sam walking towards the bus stop. He was
happy to see Sam. During this first day, the two boys had talked quite
a bit and even ate lunch together. Chris felt that he'd finally gained a
friend. When their bus arrived they got on and walked down the aisle
of the bus took two seats next to each other. Chris was more than
happy to sit next to his new and trusted friend.

While they rode home, the two boys talked about the day at school,
but Chris left out the incidents in the assembly room and the showers
after gym, he still hadn't come to terms with what had happened to
him.

"Would you like to come over to my house some time?" Chris
asked Sam casually but hopping the other boy would say yes. "My
mom usually isn't home until late so we can do whatever we want and
there's always some pizzas in the fridge."

Sam thought for a minute and said, "Can I come over tonight? My
parents are still on vacation and there's only the housekeeper home,
maybe your mom will let me spend the night. I hate being at home by
myself."

"I don't think mom will mind you staying the night, and I'm sure
she won't care if you come over."

"Great, I'll just get off the bus with you and then I'll call and leave
a message on my parent's voicemail."


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