Stripped By Friends (Original Version) Well, since I haven’t come up with anything new in a while, I thought I’d post something that I found while digging through my files. It is the original version of the “Stripped by Friends” story, written before I changed my mind and extended it much, much longer. I recently added a bit to this version in order to (hopefully) make it more enjoyable.
STRIPPED BY FRIENDS
Let’s go back a few years to when I’m 14 years old and a sophomore in high school. I’m small for my age, and a very late developer. All the other guys in my class have developed bodily hair and their penises have gotten bigger. But puberty hasn’t even started for me, a fact that has caused me considerable grief and anguish. I don’t even go to a PE class (fortunately my school gives me the choice) for fear of anybody seeing my prepubescent body.
It is the beginning of Easter break and I’m sleeping over at a friend’s house along with five other guys from my class. The parents are away, but the sister and one of her friends are in the next room. They’re two years older than we are. Before crashing I change into a pair of pajamas. I do this in the bathroom so I have privacy. I realize that the others will just strip down to their underwear, but I don’t even want my legs exposed. So I put my p.j.’s on over my underpants. When I exit the bathroom there are a few snickers. I try to ignore them and climb into my bed.
One guy, Bruce, says, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s make Blondie walk around nude for us.”
Bruce has pretty much made his homosexual tendencies public and would really love to see this happen (and more, I am certain). I tense up inside and act like I don’t hear him. Everybody just chuckles, thinking he’s kidding, but he repeats himself.
“No, I’m serious,” he persists. “Let’s have some fun with Blondie. Let's strip off all his clothes and make him walk around naked for us.”
After a little more prodding, Bruce and a couple other guys start making their way towards my bed. I grab onto the covers and hold on for dear life. I’m putting up a surprisingly good struggle as I frantically hang onto the covers as they try to tear them away. The three guys are pulling at the covers while the other three watch with great interest. Finally, being outnumbered in people and strength, the covers give way and are torn off the bed. I plead with them to leave me alone, but somebody grabs my legs and I’m dragged down to the floor. My arms are pinned above my head while somebody else holds my ankles. Bruce has a sly grin on his face as he stands over me. I’m struggling mightily but to no avail. Bruce kneels down and starts unbuttoning my pajama top. At that moment the sister, Tammy, barges into the room to see what the commotion is all about. She surveys the scene with an impish grin of her own.
“What in the world are you guys doing to Blondie?” she inquires.
“We’re going to make him walk around nude for us,” responds Bruce, matter-of-factly. Everyone looks to Tammy for a reaction. I am dearly hoping that the big sister puts an abrupt end to the sordid proceedings. But to my consternation Tammy’s eyes light up and she yells towards her bedroom, “Hey Donna, you gotta come in here and check this out! If I know you—and I think I do (she giggles)—I think you’ll want to see this!”
Donna, a very attractive Asian girl, enters momentarily. I had seen her once before, and remember wishing that she were a couple of years younger. I also remember that she has a devilish smile. I could sense right away that her presence did not bode well for me. Little did I know at the time just how much of a sadistic streak she had. “What’s up?” she asks as she peruses the room.
Tammy explains with a grin on her face, “They’re going to make Blondie walk around nude!”
Donna looks at me and grins. “Oh, this is too precious!” she exclaims excitedly while walking closer for a better view. “I’ve always wanted to see a boy get stripped!” She looks me up and down and grins her devilish grin. “Are you ready to get naked for us, little boy?” I’m getting very nervous and turn beet red with embarrassment. It would be traumatic enough to be stripped in front of my friends, but with the two girls in the room it would be devastating.
Tammy and Donna are standing over me with keen interest while everybody else is taking it in like it is some sort of show. Bruce continues unbuttoning my pajama top as I continue to struggle vigorously. But my struggles go for naught as the top is pulled above my head and off my arms with ease. It is the first time in years that I’m exposed like this to someone other than a doctor. I am beside myself with embarrassment.
“Oh, I can’t resist,” Donna says, and she bends down and starts tickling me on my ribs and hairless armpits. I’m very ticklish and I’m sure it’s a humorous sight as I react to Donna’s tickling by flailing around like a live fish on a boat deck while being restrained by my friends. Everybody seems to be having a glorious time at my expense. “Look at him squirming around!” cries Donna gleefully." She looks down at my lower body and says eagerly to Bruce, "Are you going to take his bottoms off?"
While I’m being tickled the grinning Bruce wastes no time and to my dismay he goes to work on my pajama bottoms. I’m still flapping around as he pulls open the snaps and exposes my underpants. “Oh God! Please stop!” I scream at both Donna and Bruce. Donna finally stops tickling me but Bruce is just getting started. He slowly, teasingly begins to lower my pajama bottoms.
“Are you going to strip him naked?” inquires Donna, her eyes wide-eyed with excitement. “I want to see him squirming around completely naked!” she says, grinning freely.
“Please, Bruce, please! No!” I continue to scream as I try to kick my legs.
“My, aren’t we the feisty one?” teases Donna as she leans down to lend Bruce a hand. Bruce steps aside and defers to Donna, probably sensing that my humiliation would be worse if a girl does the dirty deed. Horrified, I struggle mightily, but my struggles are in vain. My pajama bottoms continue their tantalizingly slow descent at Donna’s hands. I feel the exposure as my pajamas are lowered to my thighs. “Your undies are showing,” says the grinning Donna as she continues with her mission. "How embarrassing," she giggles while pulling my pajamas down further. "Ooh, check out your pretty little girly legs," she teases as she runs her fingers from my thighs down to my calves. "So nice and smooth. Did you shave them this morning?" While everyone laughs I continue to kick and scream as my pajamas are now bundled up at my ankles. Donna stands up to finish the task. “Off they go!” exults Donna as she pulls my pajama bottoms inside out and off my legs. I’m now lying spread-eagled in my tighty-whities. It is by far the most humiliating feeling I’ve ever experienced. I clench my eyes shut in anguish, as I can’t bear to look at the grinning faces above me.
“Just as I thought,” comments Bruce. “Smooth as a babe. Shall we see what he’s got under here?” he offers as he reaches down and flicks the elastic band of my underpants. I'm ready to die of mortification on the spot as I scream and flail away like there is no tomorrow.
“Oh, yes!” squeals Donna. Her face is flushed with excitement. “We can’t stop now. Let’s strip off his little undies and make him prance around naked for us!”
“Are you really gonna do it?” asks the grinning, obviously titillated Tammy.
Donna looks up at her friend and smiles wickedly. “It's now or never!” With that she uses both hands to cup her fingers around the band on either side of my underpants. I am nearly hyperventilating, such is my state of panic. Donna leans forward, putting her face close to mine. “Are you ready, Blondie boy?” she teases. “We’re about to see your little goodies, yes we are!” she says while rubbing her nose against mine. She draws back and examines the small protrusion in my underpants. She looks back up at me and teases, “I’ll bet you haven’t even started growing any hair on your little pee-pee yet, have you, little boy.” I don’t answer, and she says, “Well, we're about to find out!” She slowly begins to pull down my underpants. I glance at Bruce and he is standing over me, grinning lasciviously. To my disgust, he is kneading his crotch.
“No! No! No!” I scream frantically.
But it is to no avail. Try as I might, with the cooperation of her cohorts I am powerless to stop the grinning and wide-eyed Donna as she pulls down my underpants in one slow, continuous motion until they are stripped completely off. She tosses them aside and gazes down at the sight of me, totally naked and thrashing about helplessly while my arms and ankles are held firmly. “Look at him!” she screams with excitement. “He’s naked, and I mean really naked. He’s totally hairless! And his weenie is like a little thimble! A cute little thimble!” Everyone is laughing hysterically. Now feeling quite playful, Donna kneels down at my feet and takes hold of my big toe. “This little piggy went to the market,” she sings in a teasing voice while shaking the toe back and forth and looking up at me. She moves her way down the line, stopping with each toe and wagging it. “And this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. But this little piggy had none.” Instead of taking hold of my baby toe, she runs her fingers all the way up my leg, takes hold of my penis with her thumb and index finger, and while shaking it says, “And this little piggy went WEE WEE WEE, all the way home!” I flinch noticeably from the sudden, unexpected intimate contact. The laughter is almost deafening, and my humiliation is excruciating.
“Oh, this is too much!” shrieks Tammy.
Donna claps her hands in jubilation. “Hey, let’s make Blondie put on a little performance for us,” she proposes. She stands above me, straddling me with her legs. I open my eyes to see that she is grinning derisively. “Are you ready to put on a nudie show for us, little boy?” I shake my head vigorously from side to side. I feel my eyes starting to well with tears. Donna squats down. She is now sitting on my bare stomach. She leans forward, bracing herself with her hands on the floor. Her face is within a foot of mine. I can tell she is thoroughly relishing the moment. She speaks to me in a soft, but firm voice. “From now on you’re going to do everything I say. I’m confident you will, do you know why?” She pauses, and, petrified, I don't answer. “I’ll tell you why,” she continues. “Because if you don’t, I’m going down to my car to get my digital camera. Then I’ll take pictures of your hairless little wee wee and e-mail it to a few of your friends. Trust me, it won’t take long before it gets around to almost everybody you know.” She pauses to allow the dreadful scenario to sink in. “Do we understand each other, little boy?” I nod as I try mightily to hold back the tears. “Excellent. Now let me tell you what you’re about to do for us, my little hairless one. When we’re done with our stimulating conversation here, you’re going to stand up, put your hands behind your head, and parade around the room for us. Just like Bruce said, we’re going to make you walk around nude. You’ll do my bidding until I tell you to stop. We’ll be sitting on the bed, most likely laughing at your blushing face, your nude little girly body, and especially your hairless little clitty.” She pauses to allow the laughter subsides somewhat. “And after that, you’re really going to entertain us. I just happen to have a CD of some fantastic dance mixes. We’ll put that on the stereo and let you show us your best, most seductive moves. Sort of like a striptease show, except you’re already stripped! Don’t you just love it? It might be hours before we get bored!” She pauses and grins at me. “Can’t you just imagine the humiliation? I mean, think about it. You’ll be prancing around naked for our pleasure, while your bald little clitty bobs up and down. All of us watching you, cheering you on and laughing our asses off. You must be dying, just thinking about it!” Donna starts to sit up, but leans back down as another thought occurs to her. She has a devilish grin on her face. “Then maybe, for a grand finale, we'll let you stroke your little clitty for us.” She notices the horrified look on my face and pounces on it. “Oh, yes, we would love to watch you jerk off for us, little boy. Won’t that be fun to get yourself all excited and spurt your little cummy fluid while you’re dancing naked for us?” She starts to stand up while clapping her hands with delight. She grabs my wrists to pull me upright. “Oh, the anticipation! I can’t wait!
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