The Shame Games – Part Fourteen (Exh, Humil, mmmmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Fourteen (mmmmfffFF,Exh,Humil)
By: Hooked6

Upon returning home I logged on and wrote to Nathan telling him everything that had happened that night. I felt a renewed sense of arousal as I clicked away at the keys. Somehow retelling the story was almost as much fun as actually doing it.

Meanwhile Julie was cloistered in her room, I assumed either to hide her shame at having me seeing the amazing sight between her legs and her humiliating arousal or possibly seeking some personal much needed relief of the private kind, if you know what I mean.

Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night. The next morning I woke up and made my way to the bathroom but Julie was already up and taking her morning shower. As I passed Julie's room I noticed her laptop computer was on. Of course being the nosey kid that I was I couldn't help but take a peek at what she was working on. Looking at the screen I saw an incomplete email. Apparently she was sending someone a letter and you know me I just HAD to read it. "Dear Petey," it began. HEY she was writing me!! "Thank you for telling me all about last night at the mall. I just loved hearing all the great details, especially the part when . . ."

What in the world was going on, I wondered? I didn't write JULIE about anything. Then I looked at the screen name she was using. It was "NATHAN LINING!" Well spank my ass and stand me in the corner for being so blind! JULIE was NATHAN!!!

"Just what do you think you are doing?!" Julie said as she caught me in her room.

"So you're NATHAN, huh?" I said in an accusatory tone. She immediately went over and closed her laptop. "You shouldn't be invading my privacy like that!" she said angrily.

"Don't give me that!" I replied. "You've been setting me up! Having me expose myself naked in front of mom three times! You could have gotten me in BIG trouble!"

"Oh come off it. You loved every minute of it. You wrote and told me so," she countered.

She had me there as I had forgotten about that. "Yeah well it wasn't very nice," I said.

She then sat on the bed still drying her damp hair with a towel. "I was most impressed when you wrote and told me all about how you felt about me as a step-sister. That was really nice. Up until then I didn't have a clue how you felt about having me in the family. Turns out we have a lot in common. And to think if I hadn't deceived you by being Nathan I would have never known how you felt."

I looked down at the floor as I recalled all the mushy things I had said in my emails. They were all true of course but I wouldn't have EVER said them to Julie. How embarrassing!

Then I remembered what she had just said about having a lot in common. "You mean you LIKE being humiliated too?" I asked as if the idea had just occurred to me?

"Listen, you aren't the only one who had to spend time at Aunt Sara's. I had my fair share of skinny-dipping myself and guess what? The same thing happened to me. Until you had the guts to confess your 'worst thing' I would have never known that YOU TOO had the same experience."

"Well I'll be . . . I thought that I was alone in this." I said truly amazed at her revelation. "No wonder you created the Shame Games. You're just as big a pervert as I am!" I said laughing.

"Yeah well you and your friend are going to find out just how big a perv I am this afternoon." She said wickedly.

"Listen, about that. You wouldn't consider going easy on us today would you?"

"Nope, it's all arranged. I like to plan things out as you well know. It's too late to change things now. Besides I think after it's all over with you'll look back and remember it fondly." She then tossed the wet towel in the hamper, winked at me and left the room.

At precisely 1:00pm Tom and I met with Julie as she had arranged. We were both nervous as she kept us in suspense by just smiling at us without saying a word. She then pulled out a pink envelope. "See this?" she asked.

"Yes," we both answered.

"You'll be looking for these all afternoon. Inside each envelope you'll find one of three things: either instructions of something you must do or directions to the next envelope or lastly something vital that you might need or desperately want!" she said with a giggle. "The rules of this game are simple. You must start with this envelope that I have in my hand and then continue to follow the trail of instructions until you retrieve all 6 numbered envelopes and return them all to me here in my room! When I get all 6 envelopes the game is over."

"Sounds easy enough," Tom said naively.

"So let's get started," she instructed holding out her hand with the first envelope.

"Don't we get to decide if we want to play or not?" I asked.

"No, you already agreed to play yesterday when you got to observe my game, remember?"

"Oh yeah," I replied.

Tom reached out and took the envelope and opened it up. "Step one: Take off your clothes and put on the outfit Julie will give each of you." Tom handed me the paper to read for myself. She sure didn't waste anytime getting us naked, I thought. For my part I started right away and was naked in no time. As I tossed my clothes on her bed I noticed that Tom was still fidgeting with his shirt.

"Come man," I said prompting him to get a move on. "The sooner we start, the sooner this will all be over." Tom swallowed hard and pulled of his shirt. It was obvious that he really wasn't looking forward to having us see him naked. He dragged his feet during the whole process, taking time to neatly fold his shirt and then his socks, and stuff like that. Eventually he was down to his underwear.

"Finally," Julie said impatiently. "The moment I've been waiting for. Let's see what you've got, Tom old buddy!" She giggled as Tom reached under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off. There he was, naked as a Jaybird and blushing like a tomato. To my chagrin he had a full growth of pubic hair and a lot of hair on his chest. Compared to him, I looked much younger. At least I had it over him in the penis department. His wasn't that big at all, despite his obvious maturity. In fact it was almost pencil thin.

"Gee, I was expecting something more," Julie said tormenting him.

"Shut up," Tom said playfully. "It's not my fault it's not as big as Petey's. Blame it on my dad." His words made Julie laugh as we both pictured Tom's father and never would have suspected his was in the "small" department. Just then there was an unexpected flash!

"HEY!" Tom yelled as he realized Julie had just taken our picture. "You never said you were going to take pictures!"

"Let's just say that I don't really trust that you two will follow my directions and do everything to the letter so I have arranged for you to be watched at critical points of this game, just to be sure," Julie explained. "If I find out that you don't do everything EXACTLY as instructed, this picture will find its way into the hands of everyone at your school." Tom looked at me and turned white as a sheet.

"Where are our outfits?" I asked hoping to move things along and get covered up.

"Here," she said. "Put these on." We each reached out and took the folded material. To our horror our outfits consisted of one pair of girl's panties for each of us! Mine was pink with blue flowers all over. Tom's was worse. His was blue with fluffy Teddy Bears and the words "I'm cute and cuddly" on the front and back!

Reluctantly we put them on. Julie made us check ourselves out in her mirror. We looked so stupid! The panties were so tight that the outline of our penises clearly protruded against the fabric leaving little to the imagination. The French-cut of the sides of the panties revealed a lot more butt than I would have liked.

"Now what do we do?" I asked.

"Read the rest of the note," she said.

I read it aloud, "Step two: Go to the convenience store at the entrance to our subdivision and ask the clerk if she has a pink envelope for you. Follow the instructions in the second note."

"You want us walking into that store wearing girl's panties?!" Tom protested. Julie just stood there waving the picture back and forth menacingly. "Okay, Okay, we're going." He said a bit put out.

"It will be alright, I know a short cut to the store. This back way will keep us out of sight most of the way," I whispered.

We carefully left the house and made our way along the backyards of several houses and cut across Old lady Nelson's yard once again. This left us with only the main street to cross to get to the store. Man, were the people out on a Saturday! The parking lot was full! At least we weren't naked, I thought.

Tom and I hurried on our way and entered the store. People began snickering when they saw us announcing our presence to the young clerk at the cash register. "Nice outfits boys. Did your sister pick them out for you?" she asked playfully.

"As a matter of fact she did," I said proudly providing endless amusement to the customers in the store.

"Do you have a pink envelope for us?" I asked.

The clerk laughed and said, "So YOU'RE the ones, huh? Funny, I thought two BOYS were going to pick this up." Her comment made a teenaged girl laugh as she stood behind us waiting her turn. She then handed Tom the note and added, "We have some fine perfume on sale, if you're interested. By the way, need any panty-liners today?"

"I think they're much too young to need those," the girl behind us said sarcastically. "They obviously don't have tits yet so they CERTAINLY don't need panty-liners." Tom blushed horribly at her words as I headed for the exit.

Once outside we ran around to the back of the store and opened the envelope. "Step one," the second letter said, "Follow the map below and go to the house with the street number 4411. Knock on the door and retrieve the third envelope."

"Great" Tom said. "Somebody else is going to see us like this!"

"Ah . . . there's more," I said reluctantly. "The map indicates we are to walk down the sidewalk along Main Street until we get there."

"That's just perfect! There's no telling who'll see us in this get up!"
We took off along the sidewalk as instructed in case we were being watched. I when I say we took off, we RAN! Of course people honked their car horns when they drove by and a few ladies on the sidewalk giggled as they pointed out our attire.

"This is it," I said. "4411." We both hurried up the steps and knocked on the door.

"Well, well. I've been waiting for you," said a girl of about 16.

"Do you have a pink envelope for us?" I asked.

"Yep, says on the front you have to trade something for it," she said with an evil grin.

"It does not!" Tom said defiantly.

"Does too, look." She said as she held up the envelope. Sure enough it said, "Boys, trade something for this envelope."

"But we don't have anything," Tom protested. "You can see that can't you?"

"I need some new panties, you could trade those," she suggested.

"But that will leave us NAKED!!" Tom protested again.

"I know," she replied chuckling. "No panties, no letter." Tom and I looked at each other. We had no choice. We HAD to comply. I was the first one to take off my panties and hand them to the girl. I think she was surprised that I didn't have hair yet as she raised an eyebrow and looked a bit taken aback. She looked at Tom who then removed his panties revealing his hairy somewhat smallish pecker. "Oh my," she said feigning sympathy. "How embarrassing for you!" Tom looked down at the ground. "Aren't you Tom Hemphill?" she asked coyly.

Tom's head shot up upon hearing his name. "Yes that's me," he admitted.
My sister is in your class at school. Can I get her? I'm sure she would just hate to miss this."

"Is it required?" I asked having the presence of mind to realize that if it wasn't required we didn't have to let her.

"No. Doesn't say anything about letting my sister see you naked," she said. "But it would be so much fun for her."

"Ah, we'll skip that if you don't mind." Tom said with relief.

"Okay spoil-sport. Anyway it says here," she said as she opened the envelope, "That step one is to make yourselves hard."

"WHAT?!!!" we both said almost in unison. "In front of you?"

She looked at the paper carefully and replied, "Yep. This one IS required. Start stroking boys."

Tom and I looked at each other with despair. We both knew we had no choice so right there on her screened porch we both took hold of our penises and started slowly rubbing. It didn't take any time for me to get an erection. Just the thought of a girl watching me do that was incentive enough for me. Tom, on the other hand, was so nervous it took him a while. All the sighing the girl did as she waited impatiently for him didn't help matters either. It was funny watching him do that. I had never seen another guy masturbate before. His technique was totally different from mine.

Finally he stopped and put his hands at his side. The girl looked at his erection and smiled wide and started laughing. "Is that it?" she asked mockingly.

"Yes . . . that's it," Tom said reluctantly.

"Pardon me for asking but, has a girl ever seen you naked before?"

"No," Tom answered meekly.

"Good. My advice then is never to let any girl see you that way. Otherwise word might get out and you'll never get a date," she said laughing then added. "No, I'm just kidding. It's fine . . . really." Of course her continuous laughter betrayed her real feelings and I felt bad for him. Strangely enough though, I found myself getting even more aroused at his humiliation. Some friend I was.

We both stood there with our erections on display as she looked us over. "Are you sure I can't get my sister?"

"NO!" Tom said curtly.

"Okay, then Step Two says to face each other and put your arms around each other's waist grabbing your hands behind the back." She then made us turn toward each other and moved us closer until we were able to clasp our arms behind the other guy's back. "Closer . . . closer," she keep instructing until I was pressing completely against my friend. Our penises were touching each other's bellies. THAT felt weird!

"Hold still and don't move," she commanded. I felt her fumbling with my wrists behind Tom's back and then I sensed something pulling tight binding my wrists in place snuggly against his back. When she walked around to get behind me she held up one of those plastic tie-wraps that electricians use to tie up wires with. My eyes widened as I realized what she was up to. Before long we were bound tightly with our arms wrapped around each other as if we were in some kind of embrace.

She then walked over so that I could see her and said, "Step three says you are to make your way as best you can to that blue house two streets over and get the fourth envelope. Follow the instructions contained inside that note CAREFULLY." She emphasized the word "CAREFULLY" as she spoke as though she was cautioning us about something making me pay specially attention to that part.

"Does it say that we have to use the sidewalks?" I asked nervously.

"Nope, I guess you can get there anyway you want. The house number is 6300." She said as she held up the paper for us to read.

"HEY!! It doesn't say anything about us getting hard!!" I complained after reading the note. "You lied!!"

"So sue me," she said gleefully. "I added that part for my own amusement. Sorry. The rest is correct though so you had better be on your way."

We both struggled trying to learn to walk bound as we were. It was awful. First he wanted to lead and then I would try. It was a wonder we didn't fall down the steps and break something. We finally made it to the lawn and decided to cut through the yards of the houses behind hers to minimize our exposure.

As we walked our penises rubbed against each other constantly reinforcing our arousals. I saw the worried look in Tom's eyes with every step we took and figured we both had the same concern. I was the first one to express it though. "Don't you DARE cum on me! If you do, I'll beat the snot out of you!!"

"You worry about your own cock, buster and I'll worry about mine, Okay?" he said seriously. Poor Tom, he didn't handle stress very well.

As we made it past the first row of houses and managed to reach the next street over there were several kids playing in the road. "Hey look at those two. They're naked!" one little boy said pointing at us.

We didn't wait around but tried to hurry our pace. "Whatcha doin?" the little boy asked as he caught up with us and his playmates gathered around.

"We're playing a game." I said. "Leave us alone now. Go back to whatever you were doing."

"Why are you hugging that boy? Do you love him?" a little girl asked innocently.

"No. we're playing cops and robbers and the police are after us. See we're handcuffed." I said trying my best to turn Tom around so that they could see.

"Oh," the little boy said then turning to his friends added, "Let's go back to our game. We don't want to get in trouble with the cops." With that the others said goodbye and left us.

Once again we tried to move along gracefully but that was all but impossible. Finally we found the house marked "6300." We made it up the steps and I hand to use my nose to ring the bell.

Another girl answered the door and she was accompanied by a friend of hers about the same age as the last one. She giggled uncontrollably for several minutes before asking, "Can I help you boys?"

"Yes, actually. Do you have a pink envelope for us?" I asked ignoring her laughter.

"Hmmmm, pink envelope . . ." she said as though she was thinking it over. "No . . . I don't believe I do."

"YOU DON'T?!!" Tom asked petrified. I could feel him shaking. He was such a worry wart.

"I have a mauve colored one. Will that do?" she remarked playfully as she held up a much bigger envelope than the last three. It was almost a package.

"That will be fine. Could you hold up the note so I can read it?" I asked learning from my last experience. She opened it up and reaching inside pulled out the note and held it so that I could see.

"Step one have the girl untie you." I read aloud.

"Oh thank heavens," Tom said with relief.

"Step two . . . Oh my GAWD! Oh man she's evil!!" I exclaimed. "Here," I said to the girl. "You read it to him. I can't!"

The girl took the note and started reading, "Step two, have the boy without pubic hair shave the one with pubic hair until he looks like the one without." The girl clearly was amused by what she was reading but continued. "After the shaving is completed read the other note inside this envelope." She then peaked inside and remarked, "Oh look, I found a pair of scissors, a razor, a small can of shaving cream and another note."

"No way!" Tom said as the girl used the scissors to cut the plastic wraps. "There's no way I'm losing my pubes, man!"

"You want Julie to show that picture of you around school?" I said trying to reason with him as we both still stood facing each other still in our embrace.

"NO, but my pubes!!!! You know how long I waited for them to grow?"

The girl handed me the scissors saying, "If you use these first to trim most of the hair the shaving won't hurt as much."

We argued back and forth a bit before he finally agreed. "I'll be careful," I said as we let go of each other. As soon as we separated the teenage girl noticed our erections. "You both have BONERS!" she remarked excitedly. "How wonderful!"

I turned Tom to face me and started with the scissors as the girl looked on intently. "Does SHE have to watch?" he asked angrily.

"What difference does it make? It still has to come off."

"She's giving me the creeps," Tom replied.

"Your dick doesn't think so," the girl interrupted. "It's oozing stuff now."

"Oh man . . . cut that out!" I said repulsively. "It's hard enough to do this without worrying if you're going to explode or not. I might screw up and cut you . . ."

"YOU'D BETTER NOT!" Tom yelled. "You just worry about what you're doing. I'll worry about the rest."

Soon Tom was shaved bare. When he finally looked down I thought he was going to cry! Trying to move things along I said, "Okay, so what else are we to do?"

The girl took out the next letter and said, "Step three, make sure both boys have boners."

"I'm not falling for that again. Let me see that paper." I said. Sure enough THIS time we were to have erections. Tom was erect but I had to work on mine a bit. The girl took the paper from me as I went to work. I think my stroking myself actually embarrassed HER more than it did me!

"Now what?" I asked when I was fully aroused.

"You are to turn around with your back against each other and I'm to have you put your arms around the other guy's waist – just like before only this time you are facing away from each other.

When we tried this it immediately became obvious that it was going to be nearly impossible for us to avoid touching each other's cocks. Like before the girl used the plastic ties that were in the parcel to bind us with our butts pressed tightly together. "You are to make your way to the next block to a house numbered 7100 and retrieve the fifth envelope."

We must have looked a sight – two boys with their backs to each other with their peckers at attention. To think, there was no way of hiding our condition like last time either! If anyone caught us they would certainly give us the business!