Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2018 21:19:34 -0600 From: Travis Blank Subject: Destiny Chapter 4 DESTINY 4 We made our way into school and Greg lead me to the Principal's Office, where he and the PE Teacher were standing just outside talking. When they saw Greg escorting me up to them, you could see the `what has he done now', look on their faces. Greg handed the letter he was carrying from Bill to the principal, who opened it and read it with a smirk on his face then handed it off to the PE Teacher, who smiled as he read it. The principal asked Greg what this was all about and Greg was all too eager to explain, telling them that he had been made as my monitor to make sure I did my work and did not get into any trouble at school. The principal agreed that I indeed needed help with my school work and just nodded. Greg even went as far as to say that he should be present during any discipline so he could report it back to Bill as I had never told him that I had gotten swats at school on a routine basis. The principal looked confused and looked at the PE Teacher who said that I was given swats often because I kept forgetting my PE clothes and for wetting myself. The principal only nodded and went into his office. The PE Teacher told Greg to make sure he did a good job, to which Greg enthusiastically replied that he would. We left with the PE Teacher smiling behind us and Greg lead me into the restroom and directed me to a corner and told me to take off my clothes. I just looked at him somewhat confused and then he spun me around and gave me a half dozen smacks telling me to be quick and not to refuse him. I did as I was told and took off all my clothes not knowing why, but knowing better than to challenge the boy that my step-father liked more than me. Greg handed me a pair of girls pink panties and told me to put them on. I just stood there with them in my hands and a dumb look on my face not understanding what was taking place. He immediately landed a few more slaps to my thigh and told me to get them on or he would paddle me then and there. A couple of older boys had come in to use the toilets and stood staring and laughing while I put them on. When they asked what was going on, Greg replied that my dad told him to make sure I wore them. They all laughed while tears began to run down my cheeks as I put the panties on. I didn't understand where he had got them as they were not my sister's as she was pretty big and much older than me. I found out later that a friend of Russell's had a little sister and he had gotten them from him. As I got dressed again, in front of my audience, I wondered if Carl was being made to do the same and figured he probably was as what happened to us seemed to be connected somehow. Once I was dressed, I asked Greg if my PE clothes were in the bag. He pretended to search around for them and said no, that Bill must have forgotten to put them in. I new I was in for it as today was a PE day and I had no gym clothes and was wearing panties that everyone would see later on in the day. Greg smacked me and told me to get to class and then told me that I was to come to the restroom between each period so he could check me. I went to class trying not to cry but had tears in my eyes. I sat there, not paying any attention to what was going on, which was not all that unusual, except with the biggest feeling of dread that I had ever had was consuming me. After class I went to the restroom to find Greg and a few of the other boys that were always apart of pantsing me and making me wet myself there giggling to each other. He told me to stand at the urinal and to pull my pants and underwear down and pee. I opened my pants and pulled them and the panties down just below my penis but he grabbed them and yanked them all the way to the floor saying that is how I am to pee from now on. I had never really been at the urinals as I always went into a stall to pee so no one would see me. That was now over as the other boys broke out in hilarious laughter seeing my panties and saying what a girl I was. This was the beginning of a new level of humiliation for me and standing there with my pants around my ankles and four boys laughing at me, I couldn't pee, no matter how long I stood there. After a while Greg told me to get dressed and go to class and to make sure to come back during the next break. The next class was just as blank as the first one. The next break was the same with me standing at a urinal with my pants and the panties around my ankles but more boys this time to laugh at me. Greg made sure that the panties were on show. Again I was unable to pee and at the time, it didn't dawn on me that was the plan all along. But like I said, I was pretty naive and I was not one to ever confront others and I especially would not confront Greg due to the relationship he had with Bill and he knew it. At lunch, Greg had me drink two bottles of juice instead of actually eating lunch. I was then standing at the urinal for the remainder of the lunch period. The recess following lunch everyone had to go outside. On nice days no one was allowed to stay in unless sick or for some other reason. Some kids got lines to do during that time. I was always made to go out. For some reason, I didn't get the choice of lines or swats. Swats were always the preferred method of my discipline. Even the female teachers preferred to give me swats where other boys and sometimes girls would get lines. At least with them, I did not have to take my pants down like with the PE teacher. But that was changed later on as Greg's monitoring powers grew and he suggest to them that it might be more effective if I took down my pants. The teachers agreed and thereafter I would often find myself with my pants down, wearing panties, being given swats in front of a laughing and smiling class of fourth graders. Come the afternoon recess, I still had not been able to pee but it didn't matter. I was ranked out and my pants taken down in front a group of boys who were delighted to see me in girl's panties. Greg told me to pee myself, but I couldn't because of the embarrassment and humiliation. But that didn't stop him. He opened up his pants and to everyone's surprise began to pee on the panties. The warmth of his piss covering my body sent me over the edge and I began to pee, much to the amusement of everyone. Greg was more than delighted as he escorted me to the school to clean me up, where by bad chance stood the PE teacher. Greg told him that I had wet myself, despite him taking me to the restroom every break. He told Greg to take me to the restroom and he would be right there. I knew that meant swats. The PE teacher arrived in the restroom with his paddle as I was standing there in the wet panties. He looked at me in disbelief then at Greg who explained that my laundry had not been done and that the panties were all that was available so my dad, as Greg called him, said that I would have to go in the panties. The teacher smirked as he told me to bend over. then yanked the panties down to my ankles. As he delivered four swats to my wet butt, he told me that I needed to get my act together and that I should listen to Greg and stop being so stupid. As he finished, Greg asked if he could give me swats since I didn't listen to him and that Mr. Bill, as he called him, said that he could punish me and indeed had already punished me at home in front of Bill. The teacher asked if that was true to which I nodded my head yes. He asked Greg how many did he give me to which Greg replied 12 was the number always assigned to me by Mr. Bill. He again looked at me and I nodded knowing what this was leading up to. The teacher told me bend over again and handed the paddle off to Greg whose smile was beaming from one side of his face to the other. He asked how many and the teacher said to go ahead and give the 12 as my `Dad' had put him in charge of me and that was the standard punishment. As Greg started to paddle me, I was hoping this would be over soon and that no one would come in to see what was happening. The only good thought I had was a bit of hope that because the panties were wet with piss, I would be allowed to put my white briefs back one. When Greg had finished, the teacher told him to wash me off and get me ready for the next class which was PE. Greg pretended to search in the bag for my underwear and PE clothes and then announced to the teacher that I did not have either, just a pair of jeans. Greg tried not to smile and laugh but did not do a very good job of it. The teacher signed in exasperation and said fine and to just clean me up the best as he could then bring me to class in the panties. As everyone knew I wet myself quite often, it would not be that much of a shock to see me in wet underwear, but even though the word had got around that I was wearing panties, not everyone had seen them. But now I was going to be made to wear wet girl's panties for PE. I just stood there in silence, naked while Greg washed me off with a wet cloth. Making extra care on my penis and testicles. To his great pleasure, a couple of boys had wondered in and enjoyed the show as well. I just looked at the wall as everyone had a good laugh at the boy in wet panties made its round through the school. Greg took my wet jeans and shirt and put them in the bad and told me to just stand there and wait for him to come back. Shortly after, he and the rest of the boys from class came in to change into their PE clothes. It took them forever to change as they were all making fun of me and which point the PE teacher came to get us. He looked at me shaking his head and told us all to get to the classroom. So there I was with a group of boys all dressed in white shorts and t-shirts with me being in nothing but pink panties and white socks and tennis shoes. We marched into the room and the girls proceeded to laugh at seeing me in nothing but the panties. As if things couldn't get much worse, I was called to the front of the room for forgetting my PE clothes. This was not unusual but all the times before, the teacher had given me swats in private in the restroom. He seemed like he was out of humor when he told me to bend over with my butt to the class and then pulled the panties down for another four swats. My humiliation continued throughout the class as I was called sissy, girlie-boy, pantywaist by both the boys and the girls as well as by the teacher. I was made to be in front all the time so everyone could see me. At least this was the last class of the day and it would soon be over, but, I knew that every day would be pretty much the same for me from now on. And it pretty much was. Greg gave me my shirt and wet pants back to put on, saying no reason to get all dressed up now, so I had to walk home with him and a few other boys being laughed at while wearing obviously piss-soaked jeans. Greg escorted me into the house and told me to get undressed. I always got dressed and undressed at the door so this was not unusual, however he told me to stay in the panties and to get on with my homework. As I was getting my books, Carl and Russell walked in. You could see the look on Carl's face and the smile on Russell's that his day had gone just as badly. Carl didn't need to be told to undress, he just started doing it as usual when he came home. I wasn't really surprised to see him also wearing wet panties. They looked like some of my sister's which were actually too big on him and were sagging quite a bit due to the wetness. He started to pull them off when Russell told him to keep them on and to get on with his homework. We just looked at each other as we got our books wearing nothing but girl's panties that were soaked with pee. I wondered how they got him to wet himself but I wasn't going to ask. I knew he wouldn't tell me and I was actually afraid to find out anyway. Surprisingly, Russell and Greg sat down at the kitchen table and started their homework as well and an hour had past as they were finishing up and Bill got home from work. They immediately met him at the door as they both were excitedly telling him of our day. After he got them quite, Bill asked Russell how it went and he proceeded to tell the story of Carl's day. He also had a letter from Bill to the principal which was pretty much the same as mine and after the information being given that he was to be Carl's monitor and such, Russell took him to the restroom and had him undress as well. Unfortunately for Carl, there were several boys, older and younger, already waiting there for them. Russell had already passed the word around what was going to happen and they were more than willing to watch. Even though there was not a lot of laughing as with me, once he was naked, Carl received a lot of whistles and remarks about having no pubes. Russell immediately told everyone present that Carl's dad shaves him and that he got to shave him last night. This was received with a lot of no ways and other derogatory remarks about being queer and homo, which were the terms normally used back then. Everyone did break out in laughter as Russell handed him the panties to wear, telling everyone that it was his idea to have Carl wear panties and that his dad had agreed. Russell then told them how he was made his monitor and placed in charge of Carl and that he had to do whatever he told him to do. There was general disbelief and boys saying for him to prove it. So to prove it, he had Carl masturbate and cum in his hand and like the night before, lick his hand off. The boys didn't know what to say and most just shook their heads in disgust and disbelief. At PE that day, Carl was given a hard time and was knocked about quite a bit by all the boys. Russell had taken Carl's clothes and put them in a trash can and he and several of the boys peed on them. After his shower, Russell made him put them on, again to a mix of laughter and disgust to the other boys. Carl walked home in his soaked clothes much to Russell's delight. Bill was pleased with both Russell and Greg and told them what a great job they had done and told them he would see them later as they left to go home. Carl asked if we could change clothes but was told no that we were to wear the panties the rest of the night. This was Wednesday night, so my mother and sister would not be home until late. Once we finished out homework, Bill told us to get ready to go to the pool. This was a a regular thing on Wednesday so not much of a surprise, until we were told not to put on any other clothes, but to get in the car wearing just the panties. It turned worse, when we found Russell and Greg standing by the car, with they towels in hand waiting to go to the pool with us. It seemed like Bill purposely parked further away from the Y than normal and Carl and I were both humiliated as we had to walk in wearing nothing but tennis shoes and girl's panties. Of course there were several people around, boys and men and while some had a look of disgust on they faces, most of them had smiles and seemed to enjoy our discomfort. It didn't take us long to get ready for all we had to do was to take the panties off. So we had to stand there naked, while Bill, Russell and Greg put their suits on then take us out to the pool. Greg made a point of hanging around me, as Russell stayed within an arms distance to Carl. Usually Carl and I would just sort of hand together around one of the corners, but this time we were separated to different sides of the pool. Greg and Russell got a lot of pleasure making us stand on the edge where everyone could see us. Actually it wasn't that big of a deal because everyone there on Wednesday nights were mostly regulars and always see us naked. But Russell and Greg insisted we stand around a lot so we were always on show. Greg then pushed me into the pool on top of some man standing near by. I was taken out by the life guard and told to stand in front of the platform with my hands on my head for the remainder of the night. Greg was quite happy, Bill was not. Russell made Carl stand next to me for the remainder of the night, just because he could. On the way home, it was announced that after dinner and bath I would be punished for jumping on the man. It would do no good to say I didn't so I just sat there staring out the window wishing I were somewhere else. Greg was quite happy. Russell asked if he could shave Carl. but Bill told him that he was shaved every few days once the hair started to show. Russell was disappointed and said that he wouldn't mind shaving him every day, but Bill said no but that he could put lotion on Carl to help prevent rash. He told him he forgot last night but wanted Carl to be done every morning and every night and Russell was all to eager to volunteer his help. Bill just smiled. After dinner, Carl and I went to our room to get ready for our bath. We said nothing to each other and barely even looked at each other. We were both miserable. We started in with our clean underwear in our hands when Russell showed up telling us to leave them in our room as we would not be needed them tonight. Russell's smile indicated that Carl would probably be punished as well. This time, Russell washed me and Greg washed Carl at the same time while Bill sat on the counter watching and smiling. Russell was fairly rough with me while washing my genitals and especially while putting his fingers up me. Greg appeared to doing just as good a job on Carl and was excited when Carl developed an erection from all the stimulation. When done, Russell didn't even bother to ask, he just directed Carl to start jacking off, much to Greg's pleasure. Carl did without question or hesitation. Russell told Carl to let him know when he was close and when he did, he told him to put out his hand, but Greg got the idea that it would be more fun if Carl shot into my hand. We all looked at Bill how nodded yes and I cautiously put my hand out under Carl's erect penis where he promptly began to cum and shoot his stuff into my open palm. When he was done, Carl had tears in his eye and both Russell and Greg with giggling and smiling. I just stood there stunned not knowing what to do until Greg told me to lick it clean. Not knowing what else to do, I did. I stood there looking at the puddle of semen in my hand. It was runny and sort of clear, not thick white like Russell's was and it amazed me while at the same time disgusted me. I tried not to gag as I brought it up to my nose to smell it. Russell slapped my thigh and told me to get on with it, so I lowered my head and began to lick my hand clean while trying not to puke and cry. It wasn't that bad really, rather non-descript without much taste at all. But the thought of licking it, tasting it and swallowing it after coming out of Carl's penis was more than I could do and spat out the first bit then wiped it on my leg, shaking my head no. I'd rather take a beating then to lick that stuff. I know it will cost me big time, but I don't care, I'm not doing it. It seemed like no one knew what to do about my refusal. I guess they didn't think I had it in me. To be honest, neither did I, but I just couldn't do it, no matter the punishment. Greg just took a washcloth and washed my leg off where I had smeared Carl's cum. Russell just looked dumbfounded as well as Carl did. But it seemed like Carl's eyes were saying I shouldn't have done that. Bill was obviously pissed. We were told to get out and the two boys dried us. Bill handed Russell baby lotion and told him to rub Carl down with it real good. Russell smiled as he squirted a large amount into the palm of his hand and began to rub Carl all over. Greg, not to be outdone, did the same with me. Even though this had not been done to me, I had to admit he felt sort of good as he rubbed the lotion on. At least I forgot what was about to happen for a bit. After that, we were taken into the living room and stood in the corner. Bill came in with his strap and my hear sank. While the paddle was bad enough, especially when he and Russell used it, the strap was an evil instrument and I began to shake and sob with the knowledge of what was going to happen. Bill and the two boys sat and talked about the day and other things while Carl and I stared into the wall. I know I was wishing I could just disappear and was pretty sure Carl wanted that as well. I was called over to the couch and Bill laid me over the arm with Russell knelling facing me grabbing my arms so I couldn't pull away while Bill instructed Greg how to hold it and to hit as hard as he could. Greg said he would and drew back and slammed the strap on my thighs just below my butt. I screamed and yelled and try to pull away but Russell had my arms and Bill was pushing down on my back telling Greg that was a good hit and to give me 12 more just like it. Greg hit me all over and before he was half way, I had given up and just laid there. I had no energy to yell or attempt to move. My butt was on fire as Bill told Greg what a great job he had done. I was released and Russell took me to the corner half dragging me. I could barely stand and was told to kneel facing the wall with my hands on my head. Every thing was dark and I had absolutely no strength to resist or object. Carl was called over and told to bend over the arm of the couch, where Bill instructed Russell what to do and to give Carl a good 12 cuts. Russell was even better than Greg and made short work of having Carl in yelling and in tears as he worked up and down his legs and butt. After, Carl was also put on his knees next to me, while our three tormentors when off to the kitchen for snacks. Russell and Greg lead us to our bedroom and told us to get to bed and that they would be back early for our lotion rub down. We were both in bed on our backs while Russell again fondled Carl telling him to sleep well and that tomorrow would be another good day. After they left, we just laid there then I looked at Carl and asked why his dad hated us so much then turn my back to him. Carl took a deep sigh and I felt the bed move thinking he was going to hit me, but instead he reaching around my chest pulling me back into him in a hug and said: "I don't know Donnie. Just try to go to sleep." This was the first time he ever used my name and didn't tell me to shut up and go to sleep. I guess we may have become brothers that day. Please donate to The Nifty Archives.