The Shame Games – Part Three (Exh, Humil, mmfffFF)
BY: HOOKED6
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The Shame Games – Part Three
BY: Hooked6

When we got home all I wanted to do was talk about my experience at the mall but neither Julie nor Tom seemed interested. In fact they did their best to change the subject every time I brought it up. I guess it was their way of subtly telling me that they weren't as big of perverts as I seemed to be. They gave me the impression that it was just something they did to pass the time that day – that it was no big deal.

Days passed. Nothing happened. Finally after a week Julie made the only reference to the games by asking me if I would consider doing her a favor. "Sure," I responded eagerly.

"From now on I don't want you to masturbate." She said simply. "Unless of course I tell you that it's OK."

I blushed deeply as her words cut right to the core of my self-esteem. "What makes you think that I do THAT?!" I asked defensively.

"Trust me, I know. In fact I know ALL boys do that regularly and I want you to stop, OK?" Julie said with a knowing smile.

"I'm not saying that I do, you know, play with myself," I said realizing just how stupid I sounded, "but if I did, and I DON'T, but if I did, why would you want me to stop?"

"Let's just say it's something that would repay me for all the trouble I went to the other day," she explained. I figured she was probably due something for her efforts and was about to tell her I would comply when she added, "Besides, I'll know if you cheat and that would piss me off so you had best think it over before you agree."

I grew concerned about just HOW she would know, but I didn't want her to think I jerked off all the time so I said rather defensively, "Since I don't really do that as you seem to think I do, of course it will be no problem to say I won't do it anymore, so there!"

"Good!" she said with a smile and left me alone and confused. The first day after we spoke was no problem for me. The second day was a bit harder not to pleasure myself. After a week I was almost going insane! For reasons I wasn't entirely sure of, I wanted desperately to play another game. Surely they would play one soon, I thought.

Wrong again. Another week went by. Every time I passed Julie at home she just smiled and winked at me thus telling me that she knew I was suffering from keeping my word and that she was enjoying it! Tom was no help either. I hadn't been over to his place since the mall. His family had taken their annual summer vacation so he was out of touch. When Tom did return several days had passed before I heard from him and when we got together it was for just a brief time so we just talked about his trip. Then I got a phone call late Wednesday.

"What are you doing Friday?" he asked on the phone.

"Nothing I guess," I replied.

"Want to come over and spend the night? I've got some way cool new video games we can play," he explained. I eagerly agreed and could hardly wait as I was getting bored being at home.

Friday afternoon found me at Tom's place and for several hours we played video games in the Den. Later we ended up in his room. I no sooner had entered when Tom said, "TSK, TSK. Did you forget Rule Number Two already?"

"Oh . . . yeah," I said meekly as I began taking off my T- shirt. Once again I was naked in his room. "Can you at least close the door?" I asked hopefully.

"Naw," he replied. "It's better this way."

We listened to some CD's on his computer and kidded around a bit all the while I kept a watchful eye on the door. It was awkward being naked while he remained dressed and he knew it too. Eventually I relaxed though and started to have fun. I suddenly became aware of someone laughing above the music.

I turned around and there stood Tom's younger sister Holly! "What on earth are you doing without clothes, Petey?" she asked through her giggling. I froze!

"SCRAM SIS!" Tom yelled. "He was just about to take a shower when YOU barged in. Now beat it!"

Holly looked me over with an evil grin and then said, "OK, OK I'm going," then looking back over her shoulder at me as she left added, "I don't think I'm the only one that needs to beat it." I immediately looked down while she burst out laughing and saw I was beginning to stiffen up!! The look in her eyes as she left the room told me that she thought she had caused my little problem . . . and she was proud of herself for doing so – even if she was only eight years old! I quickly used my hand to cover myself. It wasn't really his little sister that caused my arousal as much as my abstinence from self-relief. It seemed that almost anything made me horny!

"CAN WE CLOSE THE DOOR NOW?!!" I begged after she left.

"Nah, you know the rules and I happen to like my door open. It looks more innocent that way." He explained.

Tom babbled on about useless junk while my thoughts were on being caught naked for the second time. Then we heard his mother yelling up the stairs, "BOYS, dinner's ready!

"BE RIGHT DOWN MOM!" Tom replied quickly. At last I'll be able to get dressed, I thought to myself as I picked up my pants.

"Not so fast!" Tom interrupted. "It's time to play the Shame Game again!"

"What, you mean now?!" I exclaimed.

"Rule number one: until the game is over you will wear only this bath towel. Once it's on you can't touch it again. Rule Number two: act like it's no big deal. Any questions?" Tom asked with a grin.

"You want me to go down there wearing just a towel?" I repeated. Tom nodded his head.

"What am I going to tell your mom if she asks why I'm only wearing a towel for dinner?" I asked.

"I'm sure you'll think of something clever," he said as he tossed me a white bath towel. Not wanting the games to end, I agreed to play. I carefully wrapped the towel around my waist and managed to tuck the ends in tightly – which was hard to do as my hands were shaking terribly from fear.

As we came down the stairs, I saw Tom's mother bringing in food to set on the dining room table. Holly was already seated with her back toward the stairs. After placing the last bowl on the table, his mother looked up at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Petey, why are you wearing just a towel?"

Before I could think of "something clever" to say in reply, little Holly spoke up and answered for me. "He was taking a shower," she explained innocently.

I saw an opportunity and chimed in, "Ah, yeah I was about to take one when you called up to us. I didn't want to be rude and make everyone wait," I said in my most polite voice, "So I just hurried on down."

She smiled at me, looked me over carefully and replied, "Well, you could have taken time to finish first."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'll go change."

"It's alright. Just go ahead and sit down. I know how you boys are when it comes to food. Honestly I don't know where you put it all." She said as she returned to the kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief. Holly eyes were sparkling obviously pleased with her good fortune. It unnerved me by the way she was looking at me.

A few moments later we were enjoying a fine meal when the doorbell rang.

"That'll be Kathi Harrigan," Tom's mother explained. "I asked her to come over and watch you all while I run some errands this evening." She then got up and answered the door.

There I was sitting at the table wearing only a towel when in walks this stunning, red-headed teenager! "Hi, Mrs. Ansil, the girl said. "Hello Kathi. It was good of you to come."

"It's my pleasure," she replied as Tom's mother led her into the dinning area. "This is Petey," she said by way of introduction. "He's staying the night." Kathi grinned a bit when she discovered I was wearing just a towel. Mrs. Ansil noticed Kathi's grin and explained, "He was about to take a shower when I called them all for dinner. I should be back by ten at the latest. I'm sure you won't have any trouble but if you need me just call."

"Have a good time," Kathi said as she sat down on the couch and began channel surfing. Tom's mother gathered up her things and was soon out the door. When we were through eating, Kathi asked us to put all the dirty dishes in the kitchen, so she could wash them up. As I got up I felt my towel begin to loosen! Remembering the rule not to touch it I began praying that it would stay up as I walked into the kitchen.

When I got there, Kathi was already filling the sink with soapy water. She stopped what she was doing when she spotted me. She looked at me with a smile as I stood there in my towel and then said, "So you are a friend of Tom's. What was your name again?"

"Pete. But everyone calls me Petey." I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you, son" she said and resumed filling the sink. I was eager to leave her presence so I quickly went out to get more dirty dishes. Perhaps I walked a bit too fast because I felt my towel slipping a little once more. I was about to cheat and readjust it when Tom saw that it had slipped lower on my waist. As he passed me on his way to the kitchen, he gave me a wink! I knew I now had to leave it alone.

By the time I returned to the kitchen a second time the towel was just above my penis – talk about wearing low riders! This fact made my penis stir a bit which added to my fears as I saw it begin to poke out straight in front of me creating an obvious fold in the towel!

"Thank you Petey," Kathi said politely as she took the dishes I was carrying.

"You're welcome," I replied as Holly giggled behind me. As I took a step back away from Kathi to leave, my towel came undone and fell to the floor. I then heard Holly suddenly scream in excitement. She grabbed my towel and quickly ran away with it, leaving me completely naked in front of Kathi!!! Of course she immediately looked at my semi-hard penis and her eyes innocently widened in surprise.

"GIVE ME MY TOWEL BACK YOU BITCH!" I yelled at Holly and started to run after her before the sound of Kathi's voice halted me dead in my tracks. "STOP RIGHT THERE! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" she asked forcefully.

I froze! My back and naked butt were facing her. "I told her to give me back my towel," I replied softly. I could almost feel the fire in her eyes on my backside as I knew she was looking right at it.

"YOU DID NOT! YOU CALLED HER A BITCH, DIDN"T YOU?" she demanded to know.

"Um . . ." I said meekly realizing I was now in trouble.

"Turn around and face me when I'm talking to you young man. Stop being RUDE!" she said with authority. I quickly covered myself and slowly turned around to face her.

"Now did you or did you not call her a BITCH?" she asked once more. Obviously she was more upset at the "B" word than over me chasing after her.

"Yes, ma'am," I admitted, "But she took my towel!" I said in my own defense.

"Oh man!" Tom interrupted. "Mom would whip my butt silly if I ever used THAT word!" Ironically the very thought of this cute teenager spanking my naked behind made my cock spring fully erect beneath my hands as I desperately tried to keep it covered.

"Quiet Tom," Kathi said and continued, "Do you know how DEMEANING that word is to women?" she asked as I stood there silently.

"Do you even have any idea of what it's like for a woman to lose her dignity like that in front of others – over the heartless use of a single word?"

"Ah . . . no ma'am, but I didn't mean it like that. It's just that she took my towel . . ."

"And that made it OK to call her a BITCH?!" she asked incredulously.

I was growing impatient trying to defend myself. "Well, she asked for it. If she is going to act like a bitch she shouldn't complain if someone calls her one!" I responded in desperation. Of course I realized what a stupid mistake I had made as soon as I heard my words.

"WHAT?!!!" Kathi exclaimed. "You're just like all men. You think you're so superior. Well let me tell you a thing or two, buster. You aren't so special. You've got a lot to learn and you might as well start by discovering what it's like to lose a little of your own dignity. March your naked little ass over here," she said as she went into the front room. I nervously followed her. Once in the room she said, "Put your hands on top of your head and keep them there!"

I reluctantly did as she instructed as I was deathly afraid of what she would do knowing full well that my erect penis would be openly displayed before her.

"Oh for heaven's sakes!" She remarked upon seeing my erection. "You think that is funny?! That this is all a game or something? Am, I supposed to be impressed by THAT?!" she said as she pointed at my privates. "Well I'm not kidding around. I'm serious. This is no joking matter as you are soon going to find out." She said sounding angrier by the minute. Her temper obviously matched her fiery red hair. "Go put your nose in that corner over there and you had better not move! UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes ma'am," I said humbly and did as she requested. I then heard her mutter something unintelligible as she stomped off back into the kitchen! I heard Tom snickering in the background obviously enjoying all of this. I don't know what he had originally planned for the Shame Game but I was sure I had just made it that much better by my own stupidity. To make matters worse, for some strange reason I was still very aroused by all of this. I still wasn't sure if it was due to my subliminal desire for humiliation or if it was because of my lack of masturbation.

Holly snuck back into the room and quietly taunted me saying, "Petey's in trouble. Petey's in trouble!" I was about to turn around and yell at her when there was a knock at the door.

Kathi opened the door and out of the corner of my eye I saw another red-headed girl enter the room. She appeared to be older than Kathi. "Where's the condescending little bastard?" the visitor asked. "Oh THERE he is," she answered herself after spotting me in the corner.

"Are you the one that called my little sister a bitch?" she said as she spun me around.

"I didn't call your sister a bitch!" I replied nervously.

"You didn't?!" she said in disbelief.

"No, I called HER a Bitch," I explained nodding my head in the direction of little Holly who was giggling uncontrollably.

"Is THAT supposed to make it alright?" she asked sounding just like Kathi. She then looked down and saw my erection and slapped the hell out of my penis sideways with her hand.

"OUCH!!!" I cried "THAT HURT!"

"Good!" she smirked. "You deserved it." I stood there with my hands on my head growing more embarrassed by the minute.

"My sister called me so upset she could hardly talk. She told me what you said and how condescending you were to her."

"I WAS NOT!!" I interrupted.

"SHUT UP! Don't you DARE talk back to me!" the older girl demanded. "I have had it up to here with smartass boys treating women badly. You're too young for that sort of shit. I told her I knew exactly how to punish you – what to do so that you'll learn once that you MUST show women some respect!"

"What are you going to do?" I asked with my voice quivering.

"How about I call you mom over here and let her see you like this and tell you what you did and then watch her spank the crap out of you?" she said laughing.

"NO! PLEASE!" I begged. "I'm VERY Sorry! I won't ever use that word again!"

"Of course you say that now," she said sarcastically then turning to Kathi she asked, "So what kind of punishment do you think we should do so that he'll get the message?"

Kathi looked at me and then replied, "Well, I guess he should get a spanking like Tom suggested."

"HEll no, that would never work," her older sister snapped back. The older girl came up to me and grabbed a hold of my cock and twisted it a bit while looking me right in the eye. "You think that because you have one of these that you are somehow superior to women?"

"OW!" I cried and then shook my head to answer her question.

"Well, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and give you a chance to redeem yourself. It's your choice then. You can either accept punishment from us OR I'll call your mother this instant and let her decide what to do? Which is it going to be?" she asked.

"I'll do what you say," I replied almost in a whimper.

"I'm not an unfair person. I believe the punishment should fit the crime. You made Holly lose a bit of her dignity by calling her a bitch, right?" she asked.

"Yes, and I'm sorry" I quickly added.

"So I think you should lose a little of yours and we'll call it even." Se said with a smile. She then whispered something into Kathi's ear which caused her to rush out of the room. She returned with a bunch of stuff in her hand. The older girl took a magic marker and wrote in big bold letters the word "BITCH" across my belly and "SLUT" down my upper thighs. She then handed me a bra and made me put it on followed by a thong. She completed my outfit with a fake pearl necklace, put on some lipstick and handed me some high heeled shoes. Everyone was laughing at me when she was done.

The older girl took my picture with a digital camera and asked Tom where his computer was, which he happily told her. Dragging me into his bedroom she scanned my picture into his system.

"Tom," she then asked. "Outside of his mother, who would be the last person Petey would want to have see this picture?"

"That's easy," he said. "Lynda Smathers. He's been sweet on her for some time." I wanted to kill my so-called friend for ratting on me like that. I trembled at the thought that she would actually send that humiliating picture out to her.

"Do you know her email address?" she asked.

"Sure." He replied enthusiastically.

"Go on-line and type it in," she instructed. Tom did just that and then my tormentor wrote: "HI Lynda. Thought you'd like a picture of me - your friend, Petey Anderson." She then attached the picture.

"You aren't really going to send that picture to Lynda are you?!! I would just DIE!!! PLEASE don't do that!!" I pleaded.

"No, I'm not going to send it," she said nicely. "YOU ARE! You were the one who called Holly a bitch so YOU should be the one to set things right. Just push the send button and this will all be over."

I swallowed hard and just stood there. Panic began to grip me.

"Of course we could just call you mother. Kathi, give me your cell phone will you?"

I didn't wait for her to dial. I rushed over and hit the send button before she changed her mind. After I did it, I dropped my head in shame as I realized what I had done.

"Feels awful, doesn't it?" the girl asked giggling.

"I choked back a whimper and muttered. "Yes . . . it does."

"You just remember how you feel right now the next time you want to demean a girl!" she said sarcastically. "Come on sis, let's leave the sissy alone."

After they left Tom announced, "Game over!"

I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even care about rule number two and getting naked again.

"Better go get a shower before my mom comes home," he said sympathetically. I agreed with his suggestion and went to the bathroom. To add to my grief that stupid marker wouldn't wash off no matter how hard I tried. I finally resigned myself that it would have to wear off and that I was going to half to be extra careful the next few days so as not to let anyone see it.

I returned to Tom's room naked and sat on his bed so very depressed.

"Why so sullen?" Tom asked.

"You know why," I retorted angrily. "Why did you have to tell her about Lynda?" I was mad and wanted him to know it.

"Cheer up, dude. That email didn't go anywhere. Didn't you check the email address I used?" he said all smiles.

"Why no!" I exclaimed filled with a sense of hope.

"I forgot a few periods in there. It will come back undeliverable. You have nothing to worry about!" he said laughing. "Had you worried though didn't I?"

I joined him in nervous laughter. "How much of what happened was part of the game and how much was real?" I asked him carefully.

"I'll never tell." He said laughing. "Just think, three more people have seen you naked!!! Gosh, I LOVE this GAME!!!"

Hearing his words made me think back over what had happened and he was right, I began to get that feeling again. "What a RUSH!" I shouted and fell back onto the bed.

Of course I found out later that both Kathi and her sister had several bad experiences with ex-boyfriends who treated them like scum. I guess that explained why they were so sensitive.