Chapter 14: Bobby: Clothes Cut Away
After amusingly watching the naked Johnny scamper away and disappear around the corner, I set my sights on Bobby. At the moment he was on the soccer field, dribbling away from a defender. His shock of longish blond hair bounced up and down as he skillfully performed his maneuvers.
Bobby's fun and games were about to be rudely interrupted. He spotted the four of us walking purposefully toward him when we were about twenty yards away. He hesitated for a moment, then concluded that it wouldn't be in his best interests to hang around and wait for us. He took off running in the opposite direction, toward the nearby baseball field. Without my prompting Kayla, Natalie and Andrea took off in chase. I continued to walk briskly, my confidence in my cohorts resolute.
Bobby was pretty fast, but I could see that Kayla and Natalie were closing the gap. Andrea brought up the rear, but her determination was steadfast.
Bobby had reached shallow center field when he was tackled from behind by the speedy Kayla. Natalie was only a couple of steps behind, and by the time Andrea arrived on the scene they had him somewhat subdued. I say "somewhat" because Bobby was quite feisty—he wasn't going down easily. He was kicking and clawing like a caged animal, but it was apparent that he would be no match for the three girls.
"Get off of me, you bitches!" he screamed. "Get the fuck off me!"
When he saw me approaching he turned his escape attempts up a notch and managed to catch Kayla with an elbow to her chin. She did not take the blow good-naturedly. She twisted his arm behind him into what looked like a very painful position.
"Ow! Ow! Stop! Please, let go, godammit!"
"Are you going to be a good boy?" said Kayla, pulling his arm a little harder.
"Ow! Oh shit! Yes! Let go!"
"Say please," said Kayla.
"Please! Oh, fuck! Stop!"
Kayla eased the twist of Bobby's arm but maintained her grip. Natalie had his other arm, just in case he decided to make a run for it again. I stood in front of him and addressed him.
"Bobby, it's so nice to finally catch up with you again," I said. He didn't say anything, but he had an obstinate look on his face. "We stopped by the tree earlier and you weren't there. What do you have to say for yourself, Bobby?"
"My name is Robert. And I wanted to play soccer. Is that a crime?" he asked.
"It's not a crime. But it's a choice you made that won't go unpunished," I answered. "When I ask you to do something, I fully expect that you'll do it. You got your friend Johnny in trouble with your indiscretion. I'm afraid now it's your turn." I bent down and started to untie his shoe.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" he yelled while pulling his leg away from me. Kayla twisted his arm behind his back again, this time even harder. He bent over and tried to break loose, but Kayla and Natalie held him in check. "Owww! Son of a bitch! Stop!"
"Are you going to stand still like a good boy?" asked Kayla.
"Yes! Shit! Okay!" he screamed.
Kayla eased up and I continued where I left off. After untying his shoe, I proceeded to unthread the shoelace from his tennis shoe and pull the lace completely off the shoe.
"Wh—what are you doing down there?" asked Bobby, but he didn't test Kayla's grip on his arm.
I untied his other shoe and unthreaded the shoelace as before. I then reached into my backpack and pulled out a medium-sized pair of scissors. Holding the laces up together, I called on Andrea. "Andrea, could you please hold the other ends of these taut for me?" I asked. While Andrea pulled on the laces I snipped them in half, then took hold of the four loose ends and held them together. "One more time," I directed Andrea. Once again she pulled the laces taut, and I snipped them again. I threw my four pieces aside, and Andrea followed suit.
"What the...?" said the bewildered Bobby. Without hesitation I bent down and took hold of the tongue of his tennis shoe and clipped it off. "Hey! You've ruined my shoe, you bitch!" shouted the incredulous Bobby.
I cut off the other tongue and looked up at Bobby, who was fuming. "Now I've ruined the other one," I retorted. I peeled off his shoes and tossed them aside. I focused on his socks. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, so they were quite accessible. Starting from the top I cut into his olive-colored sock until reaching his toes, then pulled it off before repeating the maneuver with his other sock."
"Godammit, knock it off!" roared Bobby.
I stood up and examined his shirt. He was wearing an unusual style, a short-sleeved collarless shirt like a Henley, but it buttoned all the way down. That would prove to be a temporary condition.
"I was quite disappointed, and a bit surprised that you weren't with Johnny at the tree today," I said as I snipped off the bottom button. We both watched the button pop slightly outward and fall harmlessly at his feet.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" screamed Bobby. "That's my shirt!" He made an ineffectual move to break away, but everyone, including Bobby, knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"You really should have been there, Bobby," I said calmly while cutting away two more buttons.
"Goddamnit, you've ruined my shirt!" yelled the infuriated Bobby. He was red in the face from his rage.
I was undeterred. Taking hold of his cut-open shirt at the base of his sternum, I cut the material in a full circle around him until it was cut away. "Will you pull this taut for me, Andrea?" I asked. While Andrea pulled on one end of the material I tugged on my end and cut it in half. I put the pieces together. "Again," I said, and when Andrea took her end I cut it in half again. "One more time oughtta do it." After slicing once more, I took the small, shredded pieces and tossed them up in the air, watching them flutter leisurely to the earth. "How cute," I said to Bobby while running my hands around his bare tummy and sides. "Now you're wearing a crop top."
"Okay, you guys have had your fun. Now let me the hell go!" said Bobby. I could tell he was becoming a little nervous.
"I don't think so," I answered. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." I moved behind him and reached into his right front pocket. "Hey!" he said as he squirmed in reaction to the intrusion. "Get your hand—what are you doing?!"
Without a word I removed the contents, which were three dollar bills, a quarter and a dime. I shoved the money in his back pocket and pulled the emptied pocket inside out. "You're not to wear front pockets in your shorts anymore," I said as I cut it off and tossed it aside.
"Son of a bitch! You're fucking crazy!" shouted Bobby.
I reached into his other pocket and pulled out a key, then inserted it in his newly established money pocket. "Crazy or not, I'm deadly serious. When you get home I'd like you to gather all your shorts and pants and cut the front pockets off, just like this," I instructed as I pulled out his left pocket and cut it off.
"No fucking way!" was his response.
I calmly walked behind him, grabbed a handful of his hair that had reached his upper back—about an inch's worth, maybe a tad more—and snipped it off.
"What're you....hey, what the fuck!" he screamed incredulously.
I opened my palm, showing him the clump of hair before I let it flutter to the ground. "I'll keep going if I have to. It's entirely up to you, Bobby," I said.
"No! Okay I'll do it!" he conceded.
"Do what, Bobby?" I said.
"I'll cut the fucking pockets off my shorts!"
"And your pants?"
"Yes! Goddamnit, just let me go!" He pulled against the hold on his arms and Kayla gave another firm twist. "Ow! Fuck!" he said as he again gave up on his struggles.
"That's a good boy, Bobby," I said. I reached into the hole that used to be his right front pocket and took hold of the side of his underpants and pulled them through the hole. He was wearing dark blue boxer briefs. "Also," I continued, "No more underpants. Ever." I cut away the material, starting from the bottom and continuing all the way through the elastic band.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. He looked up at Andrea. "Is she nuts, or what?"
"Oh, you have no idea," replied the grinning Andrea. "I wouldn't test her patience if I were you."
"If I ever catch you wearing underpants, I'll simply do this again," I said calmly as I repeated the same maneuver on his left side. "But if I do I'll be sure to give you a nice haircut while I'm at it," I said as I looked up at his lengthy locks. "And if you don't believe me, then you don't know me very well," I warned. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down.
"Hey!" screamed Bobby. "Get your hands....what're you doing?!"
I took hold of a wad of the front of his underpants and with minimal effort I pulled them through the hole and completely off.
"May I?" offered the grinning Andrea, right on cue. She took hold of one end of the underpants and pulled, while I snipped the material in half. Two cuts later and the small bits of what used to be Bobby's underpants were scattered on the ground, unrecognizable.
Bobby, somewhat shocked by the proceedings, was speechless, at least temporarily.
I handed the scissors to Andrea and looked Bobby in the eyes. "So this is what I expect from you from now on: no front pockets and no undies. That way I'll always be free to do this," I said as I moved behind him, sliding my right hand into the newly formed opening at his right hip until I found his penis.
"AGHHH!" said the startled Bobby, ever so eloquently. <giggle>
"Not bad, Bobby boy," I said as I felt around, sizing him up. Indeed, Bobby's penis seemed like at least a normal size—maybe even a little bigger than normal. It was definitely bigger than Johnny's or Blondie's. And I could tell that Bobby had started growing some pubic hair. I remember making a mental note to possibly have the three of them stripped together sometime so I could compare—and most assuredly make fun of Johnny's and Blondie's smaller penises.
I slid my left hand through the other side and took hold of his balls. Bobby squirmed, but Kayla's firm grip kept him in place. I continued to play with his penis while fondling his balls. I grinned as his penis began to respond. "Oh, Bobby, I'm so happy to see that you like me," I teased.
"Please...please stop," he pleaded softly.
But I continued my manipulations until I determined that he was completely erect. I guessed it was at least five inches long, with decent width—pretty good for a young fourteen-year-old whose onset of puberty was probably fairly recent.
I pulled my hands out and moved over to face him. I delighted in his blushing face when we made eye contact. We both knew that I had just had my way with his genitals, something I was pretty sure no one other than he had done before. I could tell I had him where I wanted him, subdued through humiliation and under my control. It was a wonderful feeling.
"I'm going to let Kayla and Natalie let go of your arms now, Bobby," I said. "You'd better not try to run away. If you do, when we catch you—and I think you know that we will catch you—I'll have the girls hold you down while I give you a free haircut. I don't think you would want that, because I'm really not a very good hair stylist."
I nodded to Kayla and Natalie, who then let go of their grips. Bobby stretched out his aching arms. He looked around nervously at the entertained crowd of about two dozen that had gathered, but he made no motion to try to run away.
I looked down at his crotch and noticed that the tent that had formed from his erection was beginning to diminish. That condition would prove to be short-lived. "Kayla, could you do me a favor and reach into Bobby's front pockets and describe what you find?" I asked while retaking possession of the scissors from Andrea.
The grinning Kayla wasted no time. She smoothly slid both of her hands inside Bobby's shorts. I could tell from his wide-eyed expression that Kayla had found pay dirt. "Oh yeah," said Kayla. "There's definitely a penis here. And it's a pretty good size." While Kayla talked I smiled at Bobby while snipping off the last three buttons of what remained of his shirt. "And it's a very active one at that," continued Kayla. "The more I play with it, the bigger it gets." I cut Bobby's shirt at both sleeves up to his neck and pulled it the rest of the way off. Andrea and I quickly cut the material into small pieces. "And he has nice balls,” said Kayla. "They fit perfectly my hand. I'm stroking his scrotum now. It's pretty smooth, maybe a little bit of hair." I turned back to Bobby and toyed with one of his nipples. "He's definitely got a full-fledged hard-on now," declared Kayla.
"How long do you think it is?" I asked. I bent down on one knee and, beginning at Bobby's right knee I started cutting straight up the seam of his shorts on the outside of his thigh. I stopped when there was only about a quarter of an inch left that held his shorts up at the waist. All the exposed skin was becoming a turn-on for me as I anticipated the end result.
"Oh, let's see," said Kayla. "I'd guess somewhere around five inches. Possibly more. Pretty good for a young white boy," said Kayla, laughing at her intentional stereotyping.
"I think we need a second opinion," said an anxious Andrea, who proceeded to step up and put her hand through the zipper hole. The startled Bobby tried to draw backwards but was inhibited by the exploring Kayla. He probably would have jumped out of his shoes if he was wearing any. At this point both girls had their hands on Bobby's extended member. "I agree," said Andrea. "Probably at least five inches. Hard to be sure, though. What do you think, Natalie?"
Andrea pulled her hand out and the grinning Natalie eagerly shoved her hand inside Bobby's shorts. "Hmm," said Natalie as she felt around while the beleaguered Bobby looked like he wanted to cry. "It could be a little more than five inches. Does anybody have a ruler?"
While this was going on, I had already began cutting up the other side of Bobby's shorts, again stopping just short of cutting them off. Obviously quite distracted, he suddenly realized what I had done.
"No! Please! Everyone, stop! Oh, please, let me at least keep my shorts!" he begged.
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I've gone on a little long, so I think I’ll pause this account for now. Next I have a fun story to tell you about an impromptu outing I had with Blondie. I’ll post that as soon as I get it written up.
I promise I’ll get back to the fun scene we had with Bobby. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to tell you that we indeed got him naked. And Kayla really put him through his paces. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.
