Borrowing Mom's Car

By Aldric

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Borrowing Mom’s Car

I’d accidentally found where my parents had hidden the spare keys to their cars, shoved back behind a bowl in a cupboard that never had anything interesting in it. I knew that Mom had hidden my cell phone somewhere so I had reason to look there now. She’d taken it after finding out I frequently used the F word a lot when texting my friends. Once I was forced to unlock it, they learned what my younger sister had told them was true.

Mom and Dad were off to my uncle’s house to watch the game, and wouldn’t be home until after dinner. They’d given Sue money for pizza, not me. She is 10 months younger than me, and they trusted her more than me. It wasn’t fair.

To make up for it, I lied a bit to Sue. I told her that sometimes boys skinny dipped in the stream back behind the park. I told her that even I’d done it a few times. I knew that would attract her interest, and I was right. With a thirty-minute bike ride ahead of her, she left along with her best friend to check it out. That would give me at least an hour without her being around.

The story about other boys skinny dipping was true actually. Never for me, too much chance of being seen. But there was a group of boys who took their little brothers there, and the younger kids didn’t seem to care if people saw them. Not that they had anything to hide anyway. The oldest one couldn’t have been more than 9 years old and they youngest was around 6.

I got the keys to my mom’s car and slowly and carefully backed it out of the garage. Yeah, I’m not stupid. I checked to see if any of my adult neighbors were outside first. Then, I headed the opposite direction from the park, making sure to keep my speed well below the speed limit and the car pointed straight. I took the back road to the gravel road where there were no houses and my chances of getting caught were almost zero.

I had just sped up a little as I was getting good at keeping the car pointed where I wanted to go when Alan Wagner rode his bike off a trail and right in front of me. I had to stop so suddenly that the tires skidded on the gravel. Then the little shit turned and saw it was me driving and laughed and gave me the finger. I jumped out of the car.

But he wasn’t alone. Tony Prince followed him off the trail. I should mention that Alan and Tony are little kids, like about 10 years old. I knew I couldn’t hurt them no matter how much I wanted to, but I for sure could scare the hell out of them

“Get off your bikes, assholes,” I yelled. “Drop your pants. You both deserve a spanking, and I’m going to give you one.”

“Oh, really?” I heard from behind me. I should have guessed. Andy Wagner, Alan’s older brother was there. He wasn’t a threat. He was only 13 and didn’t have any muscle development at all. But he wasn’t alone. Fred Kline was there too. Another boy of 13, but Fred played football. A defensive tackle, and he was a threat. But with them was Fred’s sister. Shirley was my age. A good-looking girl. One I’d tried to make out with once and got no further than a slap across my face. She said some nasty things about me.

“I was just joking, just trying to scare them. Alan rode right in front of me. I nearly hit him. If not for good reflexes and my driving ability, I might have.”

“Save it, Cornwell,” he said to me. “Out driving your mom’s car at fourteen? I’ll bet she would sure like to know about it.”

I was about to acknowledge that he had me there when Shirley spoke.

“Strip. Everything off, including your shoes and socks. Alan and Tony are going to be giving the spanking, not you.”

“Hey, come on now,” I said, trying to not sound like I was pleading. “I said, I was just joking. The boys did something dangerous and I just want to…”

“Save it,” Shirley cut me off. She held up her phone and touched a button. “I just took a picture of you, the car and the keys dangling from your right hand. I can send it to Sue, or you can strip now. Make up your mind quickly.”

If my sister got a picture of me with the car out here on the gravel road, she’d send it to Mom and Dad immediately. And then my missing cell phone wouldn’t be all that important.

“Please?” I asked.

“Okay, I’ll send it.” She pulled the phone back up to where she could see it.

“No, stop, don’t send it.” I began by kicking off my sneakers. Then my tee shirt. The shorts took a bit more mental effort, especially since I could hear the little boys starting to laugh. But when Shirley pulled the phone up again, they dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them. It took all my effort to lower my briefs and step out of them too. My hands covered my privates.

“Socks too,” Shirley said in a firm voice. “I want you completely naked. And toss me the keys to the car.”

In order to take my socks off, I had to uncover my dick and balls and let her see them. I tossed the keys in her direction but short, hoping I could get them off while she was bent over and not looking. But she stood there staring at me. Or rather, the parts of me that are normally hidden behind clothing. It wasn’t until I took the socks off that she stepped forward and picked up the car keys.

“Now, lean over the hood of the car and ask Alan and Tony to spank you. Ten strokes from each of them.”

I’m sure my eyes went wide with fear. Asking two kids four years my junior to spank me while two thirteen-year-old boys watched had me horrified.

“I can send the picture at any time,” she said.

And then I wondered. Had she taken another one of me, naked with just my two hands trying to hide a boner and my balls?

It hurt my feet to across the gravel walk without shoes or socks on. The hood of the car was hot, but not enough to burn me. The others gathered around as the two boys stepped forward and played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first. Alan won.

Then I heard the trunk on the car close and the doors all lock. I looked through the windshield and saw Shirley coming around. I looked back to where I had stripped and my clothes were no longer there.

Alan’s first strike took me by surprise. It stung a little, but I reached behind me to cover my ass.

“You two,” Shirley said to Andy and Fred. “Hold his hands so he can’t interfere. Alan, now you can make it fifteen instead of ten. The first one won’t count; wait until he asks you to spank him before you start again.”

With wide smiles, the other two boys grabbed my wrists and held them to either side of the car.

“What are you going to do when this is over?” I asked.

“We can discuss that when both boys are done. Are you going to ask them to spank you 15 times each or do you want to wait it out and see how long I’ll go before calling your sister?”

I was defeated. Humiliated. And I knew it was going to get worse. “Alan and Tony, would you each spank me fifteen times?” I could hear the fear and despair in my voice and knew that they all heard it too.

Alan happily began again. Fifteen strokes. None of them hurt all that much, but the pain was gradually growing.

Tony actually hit harder, and by the tenth one I flinched and made a sound. Andy and Fred had to hold my wrists more firmly. Tony’s next strike was one of his hardest, and he commented that his hand was getting sore. But he resolved that problem by switching to his left hand.

The last four weren’t quite as hard, but my ass was burning and I was doing all I could to not let a tear form in my eyes. As soon as he was done, Andy and Fred let go of me and hurried back to where the younger boys were laughing at how red my butt cheeks were.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun,” I said to Shirley before I realized that I was rubbing my butt and thus my front was fully exposed to her. I quickly moved my hands to the front.

“Nice dick,” she laughed. “For four inches in length. I’ll bet even Tony and Fred have bigger dicks that yours. You up to a bet? If your dick is longer than both of theirs, I give you the key to the car. But if either of them has a longer one, I call your sister and give her the keys.”

“We’ll show him and measure, but not with you here,” Andy declared.

Shirley smiled and looked back at me. “Maybe you could offer them something that would change their minds. I’ll bet neither of them have ever had a blowjob.”

“Do it,” his brother pleaded. “Maybe he’ll give me and Tony one too.”

“I’m not doing that,” I swore.

“Okay, I had to try,” Shirley laughed. “We’re leaving. But I have one last deal to make with you. If you want, I’ll call your sister. I’ll tell her where you are, that you are naked, and to bring a friend or two or three, plus someone with a license to drive. I’ll meet her and give the keys to the car to her. You take that and I am responsible for ensuring that none of these boys ever say a word of this to anyone. Same for me, except for the phone call to your sister.”

She paused, allowing me a few seconds to process what that offer meant. Then she continued.

“The other choice is you say no to that offer and I lock the key in the trunk with your clothes and go home and tell my parents what I did and why. I’ll get in trouble, that you can count on. But nowhere near the trouble you’ll be in. Driving without a license will prevent you from taking your driving test until you are eighteen. And then whatever punishment your parents impose. And all of us are free to tell anyone that we saw you naked and erect. How much hair you have down below. And how short your dick is. Which do you choose?”

There was no choice, not really. Mom and Dad could never find out I took the car. I had no idea what they’d do, but it would be horrendous. I’d been in trouble too many times for simple shit in the last two years and they were both getting tired of it. But taking the deal would mean my sister would see me. Probably other girls too. And I’d have to convince her and her friends to not tell my parents. Still, it was the wiser choice.

“Call her,” I simply said.

She made the call on speaker phone, so I could hear both sides. She told Sue where I was and about me taking the car. Then that I had threatened to spank the two young boys, and as a result, I was now naked with my clothes locked in the trunk.

Sue didn’t say anything for several seconds. I could see that Shirley was about to ask if she heard when finally, my sister did respond.

“It serves him right. He is screwed. What happens now?”

Shirley explained the deal she had made, that none of them would tell anyone. “He’ll have to make his own deal with you. But I strongly suggest that you bring someone who is a licensed driver to get the car home. I have the key, and I can meet you somewhere.”

“Tell him I’m on the way, but he shouldn’t hope I’ll go easy on him. Me and Trish Boskey just left the park on bikes and can be there in fifteen minutes.”

“This call is on speaker, so he heard you. He’s kind of cute, standing there with his hands over his junk, trying not to cry. Bring along a girl or two his age if you want. But I also recommend you not let anyone take pictures of him. I have one on my phone that I was going to send you, but instead, I’m going to delete it. Too much trouble for all involved if someone finds a picture of a naked kid on a phone.”

“Yeah, thanks for the warning, I might have been tempted. But you’re right, too dangerous. Besides, we’ll see him in the flesh. Scott, when we arrive, your hands better go behind your neck. If you are still covering up, I promise you, getting a deal to not let Mom know you took her car will be a lot harder.”

“He’s frowning, and looks like he is about to cry. But he nodded his head,” Shirley laughed. “Scott, that sounds like a good idea. How about if you practice that now. Until me and the boys are gone, put your hands behind your head.”

I wasn’t going to win. And she was right, I was trying to not cry. I gave in completely, hoping it would speed things up. I put my hands behind my head.

“He did it, and he’s got a hard little penis. He looks more like 12 than 14. Enjoy yourself.” Shirley ended the call, but brought her phone over to me and let me watch while she deleted the four pictures that she had of me, three of which had showed me naked.

Then, after reaching out and touching my dick, she told the others to head home. But Alan and Tony had seen her touch me, and they raced over to grab my dick too. I think I was about to shoot before Andy yelled at them to come along. Then I was alone.

I lowered my hands. I was horrified that my sister was coming, and that our neighbor and her best friend were coming too. I could only hope that she didn’t take Shirley’s advice and call a couple of girls my age. In case someone did drive by, I moved off the gravel and closer to where I could hide behind a tree. Knowing I needed to do it and hoping I had enough time to finish, I jacked off.

Then I waited. It was a lot more than 15 minutes. And more than just my sister and Trish. I wished I could just die right there. Gail Smith, Karen Ashley, and Jan Adams were all my age. None of them particularly liked me. But as if that wasn’t enough, Gail’s older brother, who was 17 was there. And Karen’s 12-year-old sister Beth, plus Jan’s 13-year-old sister, Alice. Seven girls, three my age, three a year younger, and one who was 12. And a boy who was a junior in high school.

I remembered, just in time, to raise my arms and let them see all of me. Despite having just jacked off about half an hour ago, my dick rapidly filled with blood.

The girls all ran to where I stood and surrounded me. They made a lot of comments. Karen, the youngest, gripped my dick.

“Oh, it isn’t like I thought it would feel. It’s hard on the inside, the skin slides up and down easily.”

“You might not want to be standing right in front of him while you do that,” Mitch said from back by the car. “And, it feels good to him, something else you may not want.”

Karen let go immediately, but Alice wanted a quick feel too. She didn’t slide her hand up and down as much, but still, it was making me harder.

After a few minutes of looking and touching, the girls backed off a step or two.

“Okay, here is the only deal I’m going to make,” Sue began. “Everyone here has promised to never tell anyone what we know and saw as long as you take the deal. First, Mitch will take the car home and put it where it goes and then put the key back in the cabinet. For that, you owe him. He said it’s his job to cut the grass tomorrow. You will do it for him. All of it. Cutting, trimming, and blowing the cuttings off the walks and driveway. For the rest of us, I will get you your shoes and socks and give you this.” From a pocket, she pulled out a pair of briefs. I don’t know where she got them, I hadn’t worn briefs since I was 10 or 11.

“You have to make your own way home with just that. You can say that boys, any boys, or boys you didn’t know, took your clothes. Or make up your own story. Maybe you were skinning dipping and someone slipped in and stole your clothes. Any story you want. But you need to be home before Mom and Dad get back. We’ll be there. But Gail had a special request, and it starts now. We want to see you play with yourself. Agree to all that, and you have our silence. You don’t really have much of a choice because if you refuse, we lock the key to the car in the trunk and leave and swear we never were here.”

“How am I supposed to get home in nothing but briefs?” I asked.

“Walk, run, crawl, we don’t care. Just be there before Mom and Dad get home or you’ll have to have a lie for where the briefs came from because none of us will say we knew anything about your day.”

I suddenly wished that I hadn’t taken the time to jack off while waiting for them. But my dick was hard and twitching. As horrible as the idea seemed, it also was making me a bit horny just thinking about doing it in front of girls.

I gripped it and began, doing all I could to close my mind to the fact that seven girls and an older teen boy were watching. It seemed to take forever, but finally, I felt the first indications it was about to happen. My dick seemed to actually swell a little in my grip, and my knees bent slightly. Then the eruptions began. Six wonderful bursts in all, one of my best orgasms ever. And then reality crept back in, and I saw the looks on the faces of the girls and felt even more humiliated.

After several more seconds of watching the last tiny bit leak out, Sue pulled the key from her pocket and went to the car. She returned with my shoes and socks and gave the key to Mitch. He put his bike in the trunk and used a short rope to hold the lid down before getting in. He started it up and expertly turned it around and head back down the gravel road.

Sue waited until I had my shoes and socks on before handing me the briefs. And then I saw something she’d hidden from me when she showed them. The extra fabric over the front that formed a double covering across the slit for peeing out of them had been torn away. The slit hung open, meaning that anyone would see my dick unless I covered it up.

“If you had argued or been rude, I had a rope and would have tied your hands behind your back. But you did what I told you and didn’t complain or make threats, so you can put these on and head for home whenever you’re ready.” She and the other girls all went to their bikes and followed the dust cloud from the car, leaving me nearly naked and three or four miles from home.

The first two miles were merely horrible. I saw nobody, and nobody saw me. But then I got to the blacktop and houses.

I attracted a lot of attention, as you would expect. Several times my arms were pulled back, exposing the partially opened crack that my dick, which was erect again, would slip through.

I was on my block, just eight houses from mine, when the Bower twins came running at me. They had just turned twelve, and they each grabbed one side of the already torn fabric of the briefs and began yanking. The briefs were pulled apart at three of the seams, and probably would have been torn completely in half if their older sister didn’t come out and yelled at them.

They stopped pulling, but grabbed my arms and turned so that she could see. I finally pulled free and ran the rest of the way home with my dick sticking out the front and leaving it and my balls completely uncovered, much to the surprise and delight of another dozen kids who lived around me.

Five houses beyond where the twins lived, they caught up with me. Without their sister to make them stop again, they once more began pulling on the sides of the briefs. They were slowing me down, and I was nearly to safety, so I simplified things. I pulled the briefs down and stepped out of them and resumed running. Now I was completely naked from my ankles up with a boner swaying wildly as I ran. And I was running at top speed, which meant I had to swing my arms, leaving my privates fully exposed.

Never had I been so horrified before. It seemed that all the kids within ten houses of mine were now running next to me, laughing at me. Boys and girls, from a young as 8 up to as old as 15 were seeing me naked.

The front door was locked, and some of the boys were now trying to pull me to the ground where they could keep me from running or covering up, but Sue and Trish came running out and yelled at them and they all ran away.

The other girls were in the house, laughing hysterically as I came in totally naked and erect. I pushed past them and ran to my bedroom where the clothes I’d been wearing that morning were on my bed. I dressed quickly, but stayed in the room.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

“Scott, are you okay? Come out here please.” I knew the voice. It belonged to our next-door neighbor. Mrs. O’Conner. Three of the kids who’d tried to pull me to the ground were hers.

She wasn’t going to go away, so I opened the door. Two other mothers were also there.

“What happened? Why were you naked?”

“I was on my own down by the old mill on the gravel road when some kids in an old pickup drove by. I think they’d been drinking or something. They took all my clothes except for my underpants, but they tore those so that parts of me were still exposed. I guess the kids around here got too excited, and I ended up naked. I can’t really blame them, after all, I was all but naked to start with.”

It gained me sympathy, and promises that the guilty kids would spend a day in their room without games or phones. I didn’t want more enemies, so instead I said that it was natural and that if I’d seen a boy my age in nothing but torn underpants with his privates on display, I’d have probably tried to get a look or make him naked myself. “It was certainly embarrassing, but I don’t really think that it is necessary to punish the kids.

The next day I had to go to the Smith’s house, home of Gail and Martin. It took three hours to cut the grass and do the other stuff to Martin’s approval. Then I headed back towards home.

I’d previously shared the story I had made up to my parents, who wanted discerptions of the kids and the truck. I made sure that my description of them and the truck look like pictures from the people fleeing the dust bowl back in the 1930’s.

I heard that word of that got out, and a lot of kids thanked me for trying. Some said it even worked, and apologized for trying to strip me.

But two days later, my mom and Sue were doing laundry. Mom called me.

“You said the boys in the old truck stripped you and took your clothes,” she began. But then she lifted the cover on the dirty clothes hamper and pulled them out. “So, how did they end up here?”

I was saved by my sister. “Oh, I didn’t tell him. Gail Smith’s older brother and some other friends went down the gravel road looking for the boys. They let Gail and me ride along. We didn’t see them or the pickup truck, but we did find the clothes. I brought them home and dropped them in the hamper.”

Without that, my whole story would have fallen apart. Mom thanked her after criticizing her for going on a dangerous mission like that. “Scott said the boys were in their late teens. Who knows what would have happened if they had caught you.”

It took all summer before talk of my nearly naked walk across the town followed by my naked run down the street died down. And much to my total surprise, all the kids who swore they’d never tell anyone what really happened that day must have been careful if they did because I never heard a single word from anyone about how I really became naked.

Fred Kline did come over one day and wanted to know if I ever measured my dick. He said he thought his sister was right, that his was bigger than mine, and he measured his own. He said his was four and three quarters inches long. He wanted to know who was really bigger.

I knew if I told him a number that was bigger that he’d want proof, so instead I said I’d never measured and didn’t really care. But that was a lie. If he was being honest, his dick was an eighth of an inch longer than mine.