That is a good question.
They brought clothes in their suitcases, but will they get to wear those clothes? Will they be given a uniform?
Will the boys ever get to glimpse the girls naked in the washroom?
More questions than an episode of Jeopardy at this point. None of Luka's internal questions have been answered.
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 6. Nightshirts and Naked Thighs
Tass and the other boys had a surprise waiting for them when they got back to their barracks. Gwen directed them to put all their clothes into
their designated dressers. In the top shelf of the dresser was the boys' nighttime clothing. It was basically a white t-shirt, but it was longer than
a normal t-shirt. This "Night" t-shirt came down no lower than the mid part of each boy's thighs, actually a couple inches higher than that. A traditional nightshirt (that boys commonly wore more than a hundred years ago) was long sleeved and came down close to the ankles, a boy
version of a girlie nightgown. Most astonishingly, Gwen informs the boys that they must put all their clothing into the dressers, including their underwear.
"No underwear with nightshirts," Gwen tells them, getting a chorus of groans and moans from the group. And then more groans when Gwen
rounds up each boy's towel so she can take the load to the laundry room, saying she's doing them a favor and they should stop complaining.
"Why are we putting this on now?" Tass asks, as he wonders how it's appropriate to wear this thing with no undies on, and to wear it each night?
"Normally you won't be putting on your nightshirts till after your evening shower. But since you already got your showers, it just makes sense
that you get into your evening wear now. Soon we will be going downstairs and have dinner. I'm sure Mrs. Gunter has cooked up something
special."
Not only for Tass, but for every boy in the barracks, the night T-shirt is shorter than anything he'd ever worn while not having anything covering
his legs or while having no underwear on. A normal towel wrapped around the waist comes down to lower than the knees. Sometimes he'd worn a bathrobe after taking his shower, and even the robe covered up more inches of bare leg. If one wasn't careful, there is a chance of unintended
exposure. Gwen leaves the room and for the first time the boys are alone without one of the staff people around. Several of the boys mumble
and grumble as they pack all the contents of their suitcases into their dressers, knowing the white cotton mini nightshirt is all they'll be allowed
to put on.
"This is ridiculous," one of the older boys says.
"How am I going to stay warm enough...wearing just this?" a ten year old named Berringer wonders. Berringer has bleach blond short cropped
hair, and his suitcase was loaded with soccer jerseys and shorts. He looks especially disheartened being deprived of wearing his sports clothes.
Standing naked by the bed, surveying his array of jerseys and sweatpants, the boy shows off a fit body with the firm thighs that comes from
miles of running on a soccer field. Tass makes note that if the orphans ever play any sports that Berringer should be high up in the draft.
"We'll have to be careful how we move. Something might show," Tass adds his astute observation, as he thinks about what happens to the shirt,
will it ride up too much if he has to bend over to pick something up off the floor.
To demonstrate what "moving the wrong way" is, Luka, having put the nightshirt on, raises both his arms all the way up. As his arms go up, so
does the bottom hemline of the mini nightshirt. Luka's dick and even some of his pubes are exposed as the white material is lifted up the body.
For the first time in a while Luka isn't showing off his envy inducing erection. But now it's that boy's balls that get Tass's attention. With
him showing off his flaccid cock, which still looks amazingly long and slender, the balls that Luka has are impressive, nearly being the size that
are currently displayed on the bodies of the two still naked seventeen year old man-children.
Several minutes later Gwen is back. She lines up the boys in the hallway, again from youngest to oldest. The door to the washroom opens and
the girls rush out in a group. Not a single file line? Tass wonders as the girls, with towels wrapped around them, woosh on by. One girl is having
some difficulty with the skimpy towel, and that is the large and tall sixteen year old Olga Shinski. Olga is bringing up the rear, Famke the girl's
handler is at the front of the group. Deciding the towel is too much to mess with, Olga whips the towel off, then she pops the butt of the
girl in front of her, making that girl squeal. The boys start laughing, seeing the big girl bare assed naked from the backside. Olga turns partway
around to smile and blow a kiss toward the lineup of boys in their little nightshirts, flashing a glimpse of a hefty but firm looking boob. Olga's
butt is wide but not at all fat looking, thighs rippling with muscle. That girl looks like she could wrestle a circus bear.
"That is one big girl," Tass says, imagining what it would be like to stand directly in front of a fully naked Olga. His eyes would be at nipple level
on those titanic tits. At the same time, if Tass was also naked, that girl would be looking down and most likely smirking at the sight of his
hairless and not fully developed boy bits. Tass takes a firm grip on the bottom of his nightshirt, holds the material as close to his legs as he can
as the group marches down the stairs to go to dinner.
Chapter 6. Nightshirts and Naked Thighs
Tass and the other boys had a surprise waiting for them when they got back to their barracks. Gwen directed them to put all their clothes into
their designated dressers. In the top shelf of the dresser was the boys' nighttime clothing. It was basically a white t-shirt, but it was longer than
a normal t-shirt. This "Night" t-shirt came down no lower than the mid part of each boy's thighs, actually a couple inches higher than that. A traditional nightshirt (that boys commonly wore more than a hundred years ago) was long sleeved and came down close to the ankles, a boy
version of a girlie nightgown. Most astonishingly, Gwen informs the boys that they must put all their clothing into the dressers, including their underwear.
"No underwear with nightshirts," Gwen tells them, getting a chorus of groans and moans from the group. And then more groans when Gwen
rounds up each boy's towel so she can take the load to the laundry room, saying she's doing them a favor and they should stop complaining.
"Why are we putting this on now?" Tass asks, as he wonders how it's appropriate to wear this thing with no undies on, and to wear it each night?
"Normally you won't be putting on your nightshirts till after your evening shower. But since you already got your showers, it just makes sense
that you get into your evening wear now. Soon we will be going downstairs and have dinner. I'm sure Mrs. Gunter has cooked up something
special."
Not only for Tass, but for every boy in the barracks, the night T-shirt is shorter than anything he'd ever worn while not having anything covering
his legs or while having no underwear on. A normal towel wrapped around the waist comes down to lower than the knees. Sometimes he'd worn a bathrobe after taking his shower, and even the robe covered up more inches of bare leg. If one wasn't careful, there is a chance of unintended
exposure. Gwen leaves the room and for the first time the boys are alone without one of the staff people around. Several of the boys mumble
and grumble as they pack all the contents of their suitcases into their dressers, knowing the white cotton mini nightshirt is all they'll be allowed
to put on.
"This is ridiculous," one of the older boys says.
"How am I going to stay warm enough...wearing just this?" a ten year old named Berringer wonders. Berringer has bleach blond short cropped
hair, and his suitcase was loaded with soccer jerseys and shorts. He looks especially disheartened being deprived of wearing his sports clothes.
Standing naked by the bed, surveying his array of jerseys and sweatpants, the boy shows off a fit body with the firm thighs that comes from
miles of running on a soccer field. Tass makes note that if the orphans ever play any sports that Berringer should be high up in the draft.
"We'll have to be careful how we move. Something might show," Tass adds his astute observation, as he thinks about what happens to the shirt,
will it ride up too much if he has to bend over to pick something up off the floor.
To demonstrate what "moving the wrong way" is, Luka, having put the nightshirt on, raises both his arms all the way up. As his arms go up, so
does the bottom hemline of the mini nightshirt. Luka's dick and even some of his pubes are exposed as the white material is lifted up the body.
For the first time in a while Luka isn't showing off his envy inducing erection. But now it's that boy's balls that get Tass's attention. With
him showing off his flaccid cock, which still looks amazingly long and slender, the balls that Luka has are impressive, nearly being the size that
are currently displayed on the bodies of the two still naked seventeen year old man-children.
Several minutes later Gwen is back. She lines up the boys in the hallway, again from youngest to oldest. The door to the washroom opens and
the girls rush out in a group. Not a single file line? Tass wonders as the girls, with towels wrapped around them, woosh on by. One girl is having
some difficulty with the skimpy towel, and that is the large and tall sixteen year old Olga Shinski. Olga is bringing up the rear, Famke the girl's
handler is at the front of the group. Deciding the towel is too much to mess with, Olga whips the towel off, then she pops the butt of the
girl in front of her, making that girl squeal. The boys start laughing, seeing the big girl bare assed naked from the backside. Olga turns partway
around to smile and blow a kiss toward the lineup of boys in their little nightshirts, flashing a glimpse of a hefty but firm looking boob. Olga's
butt is wide but not at all fat looking, thighs rippling with muscle. That girl looks like she could wrestle a circus bear.
"That is one big girl," Tass says, imagining what it would be like to stand directly in front of a fully naked Olga. His eyes would be at nipple level
on those titanic tits. At the same time, if Tass was also naked, that girl would be looking down and most likely smirking at the sight of his
hairless and not fully developed boy bits. Tass takes a firm grip on the bottom of his nightshirt, holds the material as close to his legs as he can
as the group marches down the stairs to go to dinner.
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 7. A Calamity of Cheese
Luka and the other eleven boys, dressed only in short nightshirts that have most of each boys' legs showing, gather next to the large table in
the dining area. Originally the rectangular tables were scattered across the dining area, but now several are lined up together to make for a
long table that can seat all twelve boys on one side. Several other tables are stuck in a corner of the room. The table is already set with 23 place settings of one bowl resting on a plate, one glass, along with a fork and spoon. No knives on the table. Again, the boys are asked to be seated in
a line from youngest to oldest. This has Luka seated with Tass on his left side, the two older boys on his right. A minute or so later the girls come down from the second floor. The girls are wearing their nighttime attire as well, purple and pink plaid pajama bottoms with solid color pink
camisole undershirts. The girls have no bare leg showing, but the tops on each girl makes it very clear how much bust development each has. Famke leads the lineup, Mrs. Kubicek following right behind the last girl.
When it comes to busts, most of the girls don't have much. Of the eight girls in the group, five of them are under the age of twelve and have
little or nothing to show. The oldest girl, Olga, has boobs that threaten to bust out beyond the confining thin material of the camisole, which is
similar to a boy's tank top but the fabric is thinner and feminine. Olga's breasts press so firmly against the cloth that the round outline of her
significantly sized nipples are visible, making two large, darkened circles on her pink top. The remaining two girls, who are nearly identical twin
sisters named Heidi and Hannah are thirteen years old. Each of those girls are much taller than the younger ones, but super skinny in comparison
to the beefy Olga Shinski. The camisole fits loosely on both of them, the nipples on the twins are pointy, sticking out like miniature peaks on their budding breasts. Though being on the too skinny side, both girls are pretty faced with their hair being blond and eyes of blue.
Luka is attracted to the twins instantly. The four little mounds on the chests of the twin girls in their cute pink nighties is more than enough to
make the boy's penis stir.
"The boys will stand up when the girls take their seats," Mrs. Kubicek calls out.
Luka stands up, and immediately he has to press the sides of his nightshirt against his thighs. He's not hard hard, but he feels he's sticking out
some and the lower end of the t-shirt will do nothing to contain any poking out. Any boy, mainly any of the older boys, who pops a boner is going
to have a hard time concealing it. With the girls going to their chairs on the other side of the table, with Olga grabbing a chair next to the head of
the table and the youngsters at the far end, Luka sees he will be sitting directly across from Heidi.
Mrs. Kubicek finally takes her seat at the head of the table, and all the newly placed orphans can sit down for their first meal. Famke and Gwen
sit at the far end of the table next to the youngest girl, across the table from the youngest boys.
"Welcome to Verlorene Insel, which are the German words for Lost Island. Half this island is actually in Austrian territory," Mrs. Kubicek says,
and she points toward the boys' side of the table. So yes, you can call yourselves the Lost Boys, just like in the Peter Pan story. However, here
you boys will be expected to have manners and to grow up."
Tass holds up his hand, but he waits for a nod from the director's head before speaking. "Does that mean you are Captain Hook? Will you
make us walk the plank if we are bad?"
Mrs. Kubicek smiles, and she has a cryptic answer. "Any boy who misbehaves may very likely end up doing a shameful walk, but not on a plank."
The cook, Mrs. Gunter, comes out through the double doors from the kitchen. She has a rolling cart with a large bowl on it, along with a basket
of bread sticks. "Gots Beer cheese soup und Brot," the German chef announces.
The hungry tummy in Luka's body rumbles in anticipation, as the cart is rolled to the head of the table. The director's bowl is filled with the
yellow yummy runny goodness of beer cheese, a thick bread stick plunked in for dipping. A single ladle of soup is placed into each bowl as
the chef goes around the table, starting with the girl's side. Each person gets one bread stick. And finally, Mrs. Gunter and her cart wheel up
behind Luka and the rotund woman squeezes in between Tass and Luka's chairs. As the ladle of scrumptious cheese comes out of the serving
bowl, one of the young boys at the far end of the table sneezes. It's obvious to all that the boy didn't cover his face with either his hands nor
the napkin that was readily available to him. It was an incredibly loud and sudden noise, and the girls directly across from Mr. Sneezy all simultaneously said "EW".
Mrs. Gunter jerked her head so far to the left, jerked so suddenly and forcefully, that her body moves left while her right arm continues to move
to the right. The momentum of the ladle ends up spilling most of its contents directly onto Luka's lap.
"OH Shit," escapes out of Luka's mouth. The cheese soup is hot. Immediately Luka can feel the heat of the liquid seeping through the cotton
cloth of his nightshirt. The main splatter landed directly over his groin and upper thighs. Heat instantly penetrates the top layers of skin on his
dick. Luka pushes back on his chair, and simultaneously he starts to rise up. He can't say seated, not with hot cheese all over him. He must
stand up and pull the now slick and gooey t-shirt away from his crotch. But to do that might expose him to the girls at the table. For a
second Luka stands motionless and indecisive, and in no small measure of pain.
Chapter 7. A Calamity of Cheese
Luka and the other eleven boys, dressed only in short nightshirts that have most of each boys' legs showing, gather next to the large table in
the dining area. Originally the rectangular tables were scattered across the dining area, but now several are lined up together to make for a
long table that can seat all twelve boys on one side. Several other tables are stuck in a corner of the room. The table is already set with 23 place settings of one bowl resting on a plate, one glass, along with a fork and spoon. No knives on the table. Again, the boys are asked to be seated in
a line from youngest to oldest. This has Luka seated with Tass on his left side, the two older boys on his right. A minute or so later the girls come down from the second floor. The girls are wearing their nighttime attire as well, purple and pink plaid pajama bottoms with solid color pink
camisole undershirts. The girls have no bare leg showing, but the tops on each girl makes it very clear how much bust development each has. Famke leads the lineup, Mrs. Kubicek following right behind the last girl.
When it comes to busts, most of the girls don't have much. Of the eight girls in the group, five of them are under the age of twelve and have
little or nothing to show. The oldest girl, Olga, has boobs that threaten to bust out beyond the confining thin material of the camisole, which is
similar to a boy's tank top but the fabric is thinner and feminine. Olga's breasts press so firmly against the cloth that the round outline of her
significantly sized nipples are visible, making two large, darkened circles on her pink top. The remaining two girls, who are nearly identical twin
sisters named Heidi and Hannah are thirteen years old. Each of those girls are much taller than the younger ones, but super skinny in comparison
to the beefy Olga Shinski. The camisole fits loosely on both of them, the nipples on the twins are pointy, sticking out like miniature peaks on their budding breasts. Though being on the too skinny side, both girls are pretty faced with their hair being blond and eyes of blue.
Luka is attracted to the twins instantly. The four little mounds on the chests of the twin girls in their cute pink nighties is more than enough to
make the boy's penis stir.
"The boys will stand up when the girls take their seats," Mrs. Kubicek calls out.
Luka stands up, and immediately he has to press the sides of his nightshirt against his thighs. He's not hard hard, but he feels he's sticking out
some and the lower end of the t-shirt will do nothing to contain any poking out. Any boy, mainly any of the older boys, who pops a boner is going
to have a hard time concealing it. With the girls going to their chairs on the other side of the table, with Olga grabbing a chair next to the head of
the table and the youngsters at the far end, Luka sees he will be sitting directly across from Heidi.
Mrs. Kubicek finally takes her seat at the head of the table, and all the newly placed orphans can sit down for their first meal. Famke and Gwen
sit at the far end of the table next to the youngest girl, across the table from the youngest boys.
"Welcome to Verlorene Insel, which are the German words for Lost Island. Half this island is actually in Austrian territory," Mrs. Kubicek says,
and she points toward the boys' side of the table. So yes, you can call yourselves the Lost Boys, just like in the Peter Pan story. However, here
you boys will be expected to have manners and to grow up."
Tass holds up his hand, but he waits for a nod from the director's head before speaking. "Does that mean you are Captain Hook? Will you
make us walk the plank if we are bad?"
Mrs. Kubicek smiles, and she has a cryptic answer. "Any boy who misbehaves may very likely end up doing a shameful walk, but not on a plank."
The cook, Mrs. Gunter, comes out through the double doors from the kitchen. She has a rolling cart with a large bowl on it, along with a basket
of bread sticks. "Gots Beer cheese soup und Brot," the German chef announces.
The hungry tummy in Luka's body rumbles in anticipation, as the cart is rolled to the head of the table. The director's bowl is filled with the
yellow yummy runny goodness of beer cheese, a thick bread stick plunked in for dipping. A single ladle of soup is placed into each bowl as
the chef goes around the table, starting with the girl's side. Each person gets one bread stick. And finally, Mrs. Gunter and her cart wheel up
behind Luka and the rotund woman squeezes in between Tass and Luka's chairs. As the ladle of scrumptious cheese comes out of the serving
bowl, one of the young boys at the far end of the table sneezes. It's obvious to all that the boy didn't cover his face with either his hands nor
the napkin that was readily available to him. It was an incredibly loud and sudden noise, and the girls directly across from Mr. Sneezy all simultaneously said "EW".
Mrs. Gunter jerked her head so far to the left, jerked so suddenly and forcefully, that her body moves left while her right arm continues to move
to the right. The momentum of the ladle ends up spilling most of its contents directly onto Luka's lap.
"OH Shit," escapes out of Luka's mouth. The cheese soup is hot. Immediately Luka can feel the heat of the liquid seeping through the cotton
cloth of his nightshirt. The main splatter landed directly over his groin and upper thighs. Heat instantly penetrates the top layers of skin on his
dick. Luka pushes back on his chair, and simultaneously he starts to rise up. He can't say seated, not with hot cheese all over him. He must
stand up and pull the now slick and gooey t-shirt away from his crotch. But to do that might expose him to the girls at the table. For a
second Luka stands motionless and indecisive, and in no small measure of pain.
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Oh no! A burnt dick, someone who ring out the Aloe Vera, but dont rub too long! We don't need another dosuign of hot liquid!!!
I hope all eyes will be on Luka when the gooey shirt is lifted up!
I hope all eyes will be on Luka when the gooey shirt is lifted up!
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 8. Hand Over That Shirt
Tass was eagerly sniffing at the amazing aroma wafting out of the soup bowl. The orangish-yellow beer cheese looked so appetizing. Suddenly
the sound of a sneeze goes off just to his left, a very loud and disturbing sound it was. The girls on the other side of the table suddenly have disgusted looks on their faces, some of them saying "Ew". A second sound then comes from Tass's right side. It's the sound of a boy saying
"OH SHIT" in a loud exclamation that makes other heads spin around to check out the cause of such an outburst.
Tass can't see what happened, the large figure of Mrs. Gunter is in the way. But soon enough he knows what happened. Luka pushed back his
chair and is standing up. Tass still can't see why, but the girls on the other side of the table have faces switching from a shocked expression to
that of merriment and happy surprise, mouths and eyes wide as if they just found out they'd all been given a poodle puppy for Christmas.
Mrs. Gunter steps back, turning toward her rolling cart. Tass doesn't follow what the Chef does after that, as he stares in shocked wonder at
the sight of his friend's nightshirt coated with cheese soup. Right down at the crotch the soup must have been spilled. Being in the chair next
to Luka, Tass can see the steam billowing off of the splattered and thoroughly dampened t-shirt. That must burn, but Luka looks hesitant to
completely lift the slimy looking shirt bottom from his groin.
Suddenly Luka is yanked around his chair by the strong hand of Mrs. Gunter. She pulled him away from the table so she could get unobstructed
access to his shirt. With a tablecloth the chef begins wiping at the drippy cheese mess. Luka tries to back away further, but with a grip like
iron Mrs. Gunter raises the front of the nightshirt up so she can apply the tablecloth more efficiently. The row of girls on the other side
commence to laughing as Luka's balls, cock, and patch of very dark and curly pubes (with some yellow mixed in) comes into their view.
"Well, you have certainly made a mess, Mrs. Gunter," Mrs. Kubicek admonishes. "Remove that shirt and take it to the kitchen. Dunk it into
the hot dishwater sink."
Luka looked shocked when the large hands of the chef grabbed hold of him, started to wipe him down. But he looks even more shell-shocked
upon hearing the shirt is about to be removed from him.
"No, no...let me hang onto it," Luka said, looking wounded in more ways than one. He tried to hold on, but Mrs. Gunter is twice his size and can
probably pound any teen boy here like a schnitzel. The nightshirt is whipped up the bewildered boy's body, yanked over his head, and Luka
stands trembling with his lower parts still coated and splotched with the soup of the day.
Gwen, whose job it is to watch over the boys, comes rushing around the table to help. Seeing the skin of all around the genitals, from just
above the pubic hair to the upper part of Luka's thighs, is turning an alarming shade of red, Gwen grabs a glass of ice water from table. This
cold iced water is splashed onto the affected area. After all it makes sense that one must stop the burning first thing. Getting cleaned up is
something that can be done later.
Cleaning up takes several minutes, as Mrs. Gunter comes back from the kitchen with a new set of dampened cloths. She wipes up the vacated
chair and the surrounding mess and water on the floor, as Luka stands watching with no place to turn. He can't hide his full nakedness because
Gwen is wiping the last of the sticky cheese smears in his pubic hair and some yellow streaks running down the legs. Everyone at the table
got a good uninterrupted view of Luka having to stand unmoving like a marble statue.
"Now what started all this commotion?" Mrs. Kubicek demands to know.
"The sneeze startled me. It won't happen again. My apologies to the young man," and Mrs. Gunter goes back to serving the remaining three
bowls on the table. Relieved that this current round of serving is done with, the chef wheels her cart toward the kitchen.
Gwen finishes her dabbing at Luka's legs and she stands up, saying, "That sneeze did cause this to happen. The boy didn't cover his face."
"Will the one who sneezed improperly and untimely please stand up," the director requests.
At least half the children seated at the table already know who the culprit is, and they turn to look at the guilty one. Slowly, with begrudging
hesitation, Berringer scoots his chair back, and he stands up. Since the attention is now off of him, Luka uses this moment to cover himself
with his hands. He doesn't know if he's supposed to sit down or leave the room. And he seems hesitant to ask since the director is currently
directing her ire toward someone else.
"I'm sorry ma'am, so sorry folks. It just happened," the scared ten year old tells the group.
"Is there a napkin in front of you?" Mrs. Kubicek asks.
Berringer looks down at the table, at the neatly folded, nicely designed with intricate stitching, white cloth napkin. Sheepishly Berringer nods
his head.
"Well, you should have used it to cover your face. Good manners will be paramount...so this is what you are going to do...you will stand up on
your chair."
Berringer appears understandably perplexed by this directive. He looks around the room, looks down at his feet, then finally he gets moving
as he climbs up onto the chair. The other kids also look surprised, but eager to see what happens next.
"Take that napkin that you should have used to cover your face, and wipe your feet...wipe thoroughly...get those feet clean."
Berringer did as he was told, using one hand to hold the back of the chair for balance as he cleaned the bottoms of his feet.
"Now step onto the table...move your plate and bowl if you need to...that's it...get on up there."
A multitude of responses happens as the other kids react to this. Some of them laugh. Some are stunned into silence. Tass can see the face
on the blond-haired boy turn to red, nearly the same shade that covered Luka's crotch just moments ago. Eighteen seated orphans, and one
orphan standing near the table, gaze upon the strange sight of a boy standing on a table during the middle of dinner.
"And for your punishment. Your poor and unsanitary manners caused a mishap that messed up the nightshirt Luka was wearing. You may
now remove your nightshirt...so you can give it to him to wear."
A roar of raucous laughter erupts from around the dinner table. Everyone is laughing, or at least grinning, except for Mrs. Kubicek, Luka, and bad
boy Berringer. The laughter quiets down as Berringer removes his nightshirt, pressing it against the front of his mid-section. Mrs. Kubicek
looks over at Luka, points toward the boy standing on the table. Luka, still holding his crotch with both hands, moves over toward the other end
of the table. He raises his right hand and takes hold of the relinquished nightshirt. Now it's Berringer who stands before everyone while both
hand tightly grip his groin.
Luka using one hand, looks at the t-shirt. Shaking his head he looks over at Mrs. Kubicek. "There is no way I can put this on. Berringer is
ten years old. It'll never fit me."
"Then sit down and use the shirt in any way you see fit to use it," Mrs. Kubicek says, sounding harsh and uncaring about the situation, and it
makes Tass wonder why the director is so mean.
Luka returns to his seat, and once seated he places the white shirt over his lap, the same as if it were a tablecloth in a restaurant. Though his
lap is covered up, Luka still looks a little uneasy, as he is the only seated person who is bare above the waist. Tass thinks it's not because his
friend is afraid to show his chest, but that it's so weird to be the only person seated at a dinner table so undressed.
Mrs. Kubicek goes back to dealing with Berringer.
"Tass, such a smart boy he is, asked if I would make you kids walk the plank...if one of you were to be naughty. I mentioned there might be a
"Walk of shame"...well, we are all about to witness what such a walk entails....putting your hands out to your sides, like you are flying like an
airplane, I want you to...without knocking anything over...walk over to my side of the table. Knock anything over and you'll have to fix it or
clean it up and start the walk all over again."
Chapter 8. Hand Over That Shirt
Tass was eagerly sniffing at the amazing aroma wafting out of the soup bowl. The orangish-yellow beer cheese looked so appetizing. Suddenly
the sound of a sneeze goes off just to his left, a very loud and disturbing sound it was. The girls on the other side of the table suddenly have disgusted looks on their faces, some of them saying "Ew". A second sound then comes from Tass's right side. It's the sound of a boy saying
"OH SHIT" in a loud exclamation that makes other heads spin around to check out the cause of such an outburst.
Tass can't see what happened, the large figure of Mrs. Gunter is in the way. But soon enough he knows what happened. Luka pushed back his
chair and is standing up. Tass still can't see why, but the girls on the other side of the table have faces switching from a shocked expression to
that of merriment and happy surprise, mouths and eyes wide as if they just found out they'd all been given a poodle puppy for Christmas.
Mrs. Gunter steps back, turning toward her rolling cart. Tass doesn't follow what the Chef does after that, as he stares in shocked wonder at
the sight of his friend's nightshirt coated with cheese soup. Right down at the crotch the soup must have been spilled. Being in the chair next
to Luka, Tass can see the steam billowing off of the splattered and thoroughly dampened t-shirt. That must burn, but Luka looks hesitant to
completely lift the slimy looking shirt bottom from his groin.
Suddenly Luka is yanked around his chair by the strong hand of Mrs. Gunter. She pulled him away from the table so she could get unobstructed
access to his shirt. With a tablecloth the chef begins wiping at the drippy cheese mess. Luka tries to back away further, but with a grip like
iron Mrs. Gunter raises the front of the nightshirt up so she can apply the tablecloth more efficiently. The row of girls on the other side
commence to laughing as Luka's balls, cock, and patch of very dark and curly pubes (with some yellow mixed in) comes into their view.
"Well, you have certainly made a mess, Mrs. Gunter," Mrs. Kubicek admonishes. "Remove that shirt and take it to the kitchen. Dunk it into
the hot dishwater sink."
Luka looked shocked when the large hands of the chef grabbed hold of him, started to wipe him down. But he looks even more shell-shocked
upon hearing the shirt is about to be removed from him.
"No, no...let me hang onto it," Luka said, looking wounded in more ways than one. He tried to hold on, but Mrs. Gunter is twice his size and can
probably pound any teen boy here like a schnitzel. The nightshirt is whipped up the bewildered boy's body, yanked over his head, and Luka
stands trembling with his lower parts still coated and splotched with the soup of the day.
Gwen, whose job it is to watch over the boys, comes rushing around the table to help. Seeing the skin of all around the genitals, from just
above the pubic hair to the upper part of Luka's thighs, is turning an alarming shade of red, Gwen grabs a glass of ice water from table. This
cold iced water is splashed onto the affected area. After all it makes sense that one must stop the burning first thing. Getting cleaned up is
something that can be done later.
Cleaning up takes several minutes, as Mrs. Gunter comes back from the kitchen with a new set of dampened cloths. She wipes up the vacated
chair and the surrounding mess and water on the floor, as Luka stands watching with no place to turn. He can't hide his full nakedness because
Gwen is wiping the last of the sticky cheese smears in his pubic hair and some yellow streaks running down the legs. Everyone at the table
got a good uninterrupted view of Luka having to stand unmoving like a marble statue.
"Now what started all this commotion?" Mrs. Kubicek demands to know.
"The sneeze startled me. It won't happen again. My apologies to the young man," and Mrs. Gunter goes back to serving the remaining three
bowls on the table. Relieved that this current round of serving is done with, the chef wheels her cart toward the kitchen.
Gwen finishes her dabbing at Luka's legs and she stands up, saying, "That sneeze did cause this to happen. The boy didn't cover his face."
"Will the one who sneezed improperly and untimely please stand up," the director requests.
At least half the children seated at the table already know who the culprit is, and they turn to look at the guilty one. Slowly, with begrudging
hesitation, Berringer scoots his chair back, and he stands up. Since the attention is now off of him, Luka uses this moment to cover himself
with his hands. He doesn't know if he's supposed to sit down or leave the room. And he seems hesitant to ask since the director is currently
directing her ire toward someone else.
"I'm sorry ma'am, so sorry folks. It just happened," the scared ten year old tells the group.
"Is there a napkin in front of you?" Mrs. Kubicek asks.
Berringer looks down at the table, at the neatly folded, nicely designed with intricate stitching, white cloth napkin. Sheepishly Berringer nods
his head.
"Well, you should have used it to cover your face. Good manners will be paramount...so this is what you are going to do...you will stand up on
your chair."
Berringer appears understandably perplexed by this directive. He looks around the room, looks down at his feet, then finally he gets moving
as he climbs up onto the chair. The other kids also look surprised, but eager to see what happens next.
"Take that napkin that you should have used to cover your face, and wipe your feet...wipe thoroughly...get those feet clean."
Berringer did as he was told, using one hand to hold the back of the chair for balance as he cleaned the bottoms of his feet.
"Now step onto the table...move your plate and bowl if you need to...that's it...get on up there."
A multitude of responses happens as the other kids react to this. Some of them laugh. Some are stunned into silence. Tass can see the face
on the blond-haired boy turn to red, nearly the same shade that covered Luka's crotch just moments ago. Eighteen seated orphans, and one
orphan standing near the table, gaze upon the strange sight of a boy standing on a table during the middle of dinner.
"And for your punishment. Your poor and unsanitary manners caused a mishap that messed up the nightshirt Luka was wearing. You may
now remove your nightshirt...so you can give it to him to wear."
A roar of raucous laughter erupts from around the dinner table. Everyone is laughing, or at least grinning, except for Mrs. Kubicek, Luka, and bad
boy Berringer. The laughter quiets down as Berringer removes his nightshirt, pressing it against the front of his mid-section. Mrs. Kubicek
looks over at Luka, points toward the boy standing on the table. Luka, still holding his crotch with both hands, moves over toward the other end
of the table. He raises his right hand and takes hold of the relinquished nightshirt. Now it's Berringer who stands before everyone while both
hand tightly grip his groin.
Luka using one hand, looks at the t-shirt. Shaking his head he looks over at Mrs. Kubicek. "There is no way I can put this on. Berringer is
ten years old. It'll never fit me."
"Then sit down and use the shirt in any way you see fit to use it," Mrs. Kubicek says, sounding harsh and uncaring about the situation, and it
makes Tass wonder why the director is so mean.
Luka returns to his seat, and once seated he places the white shirt over his lap, the same as if it were a tablecloth in a restaurant. Though his
lap is covered up, Luka still looks a little uneasy, as he is the only seated person who is bare above the waist. Tass thinks it's not because his
friend is afraid to show his chest, but that it's so weird to be the only person seated at a dinner table so undressed.
Mrs. Kubicek goes back to dealing with Berringer.
"Tass, such a smart boy he is, asked if I would make you kids walk the plank...if one of you were to be naughty. I mentioned there might be a
"Walk of shame"...well, we are all about to witness what such a walk entails....putting your hands out to your sides, like you are flying like an
airplane, I want you to...without knocking anything over...walk over to my side of the table. Knock anything over and you'll have to fix it or
clean it up and start the walk all over again."
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 9. A Little Walk Before Dinner
Luka has never been a guest at a table with so many people before. Twenty-three diners seated at a long table is a lot of hungry people. But then, suddenly and shockingly, to become the center of attention as hot soup is spilled all over his lap...well, this was a disaster. It was agonizing to
endure the cleanup by Gwen (as she poked around in his pubic hair trying to get the last drops of cheese soup out...taking an exceedingly long
time in Luka's opinion). The offer of putting on Berringer's nightshirt was laughable to say the least. Is it not obvious to the director the younger boy's shirt won't fit? But after all that ruckus, Luka is relieved to finally be sitting down with Berringer's nightshirt draped over his lap. All that he shows to the girls at the table is his chest, but the prospect of sitting there in such as state for the rest of dinner is not at all appealing.
Luka was relieved the attention is off of him, but the spectacle standing before him, before all the seated diners, doesn't make him excited
as it does for most of the others. Standing on the table is a scared and naked Berringer, holding hands to his crotch, body trembling slightly.
"Do the walk of shame like an airplane," the director, seated at the head of the table, tells the naked boy who messed up by sneezing without
using his napkin. "Step over to my side of the table."
Having already turned red faced, Berringer spreads out his arms. His fingertips tremble. He makes several steps, first to the center of the table
then making a turn to the right, and he steps closer to the other side. The girls are all giggling and snickering. Some of the other boys laugh,
some just sit there smiling. Luka isn't smiling or laughing, but he's glad it's not him up on the table.
Berringer has to focus on keeping his arms out wide, but mainly keeping an eye of where his feet land with each step. Each footfall lands
dangerously close to a glass of water or the edge of someone's dinner plate. What happens if he knocks something over? Luka mostly
watches Berringer's feet, while the girls keep their glances slightly higher. Being ten years old, Berringer has a nice sized and athletic body,
obviously a soccer player (a suitcase full of jerseys and athletic wear suggests he played on a team somewhere), but his boy parts haven't begun
any significant development. Boys look so small in the dick department at that age. Their private parts are basically the same size as when they were eight years old, but their bodies are growing rapidly as they become pre-teens, and it may be another two or even three years before the genitals start to catch up.
"Nice legs," one girl says.
"Yeah, nice body...but his balls are itty bitty," says another.
"Cute teeny weenie," Olga says, "If Mrs. Gunter serves us sausages I bet they are larger than that".
"His butt is so firm and round. He must run a lot," observes one of the younger girls at the back end of the table, getting a nice view of Berringer's
back end.
Having to move slowly and carefully, showing off some athletic balancing skills, Berringer finally reaches the head of the table. He stands, arms
still outstretched, looking down at the amused face of Mrs. Kubicek.
"What will you do when you sneeze, Berringer?" Mrs. Kubicek asks.
"Cover my face," the abashed boy answers.
"Preferably using a handkerchief or your napkin. Sneezing into your hands contaminates your hands," and the director picks up her napkin, holds
it out to Berringer. "Take this...now turn around and face your mates. Demonstrate three times how to cover your face when you sneeze."
Berringer looks bewildered and befuddled as he turns around to face the full length of the dinner table and the seated diners. He looks at the
napkin in his hand like it some alien device he just discovered. Apparently, what he's supposed to do hasn't sunk in.
"Give a good sneeze. Three times demonstrate the proper technique in covering your face. Do it now, Berringer."
The naked boy finally gets it, opening his mouth and wrinkling up his face like he's feeling a sneeze coming on. Then lowering his head he lets
out a "Aaahchoooo", as he presses the napkin against the front of his mouth and nose. Two more times Berringer repeats the motions. The girls
notice immediately and this gives them another reason to giggle, each time Berringer sneezes his little weenie wags up and down. It's short
enough that it sticks straight out normally, and with each huff and puff and sneeze action it bounces.
"You may keep that napkin. Now walk back to your seat...again walk like an airplane."
Berringer retraces his steps back to his chair, doing a second round of the "walk of shame". Upon getting down from the table, just in time too,
the doors to the kitchen open and Mrs. Gunter comes out with the next round of food. This time it's potato salad and a greens salad. Things settle down to normal with the arrival of more food. Luka is amazed. He's never been served dinner as a multi-course meal before. Most of the time
it's a bowl of some sort of stew, or a plate of boiled potatoes and a chunk of overcooked chicken. With the entertainment of naked teenager
slimed by cheese and the naked pre-teen walk of shame, none of the diners had even touched their soup. Greedily each kid digs into their soup
so they can move on to the next course being placed before them, scooped out onto their dinner plates.
The unusual part of this first dining experience is the two naked boys seated at the table. At least Luka has a shirt over his lap. Poor Berringer
has no covering over any part of his body for the rest of dinner (chopped steak topped with grilled onions and a mushroom gravy along with
mashed potatoes), or dessert which was a small portion of apple strudel.
"You may head back to your rooms," Mrs. Kubicek dismisses the diners. "Gwen and Famke will inform you what your evening routine will normally be...no, you don't get your nightshirt back just yet, Berringer. Luka will bring you your shirt in due course. Go with your roommates back upstairs."
The orphans talk excitedly amongst themselves as they head toward the stairway. Berringer the only one not talking as he covers himself, trying
to hide his body among a group of other boys, as if hiding himself makes a difference at that point.
Luka remains the only one seated, the nightshirt in his lap.
"Go to the kitchen and get your other shirt. It should be dry enough by now." But before Luka can step around the table, Mrs. Kubicek grabs the
nightshirt in Luka's hand.
Luka stands there witnessing a new and horrible thing. Mrs. Kubicek uses her fork to punch a series of small holes in the bottom back section of
Berringer's nightshirt, then using a surprising show of strength, the director yanks on the shirt till a rip appears where the punched holes were.
This rip goes a quarter of the way up the backside of the nightshirt. Handing it back to Luka the director says, "pretend ignorance about how this happened".
Luka takes the partially ruined nightshirt from the director's hands. Silently he turns, walks through the kitchen door to find his own nightshirt,
which hopefully is undamaged.
Chapter 9. A Little Walk Before Dinner
Luka has never been a guest at a table with so many people before. Twenty-three diners seated at a long table is a lot of hungry people. But then, suddenly and shockingly, to become the center of attention as hot soup is spilled all over his lap...well, this was a disaster. It was agonizing to
endure the cleanup by Gwen (as she poked around in his pubic hair trying to get the last drops of cheese soup out...taking an exceedingly long
time in Luka's opinion). The offer of putting on Berringer's nightshirt was laughable to say the least. Is it not obvious to the director the younger boy's shirt won't fit? But after all that ruckus, Luka is relieved to finally be sitting down with Berringer's nightshirt draped over his lap. All that he shows to the girls at the table is his chest, but the prospect of sitting there in such as state for the rest of dinner is not at all appealing.
Luka was relieved the attention is off of him, but the spectacle standing before him, before all the seated diners, doesn't make him excited
as it does for most of the others. Standing on the table is a scared and naked Berringer, holding hands to his crotch, body trembling slightly.
"Do the walk of shame like an airplane," the director, seated at the head of the table, tells the naked boy who messed up by sneezing without
using his napkin. "Step over to my side of the table."
Having already turned red faced, Berringer spreads out his arms. His fingertips tremble. He makes several steps, first to the center of the table
then making a turn to the right, and he steps closer to the other side. The girls are all giggling and snickering. Some of the other boys laugh,
some just sit there smiling. Luka isn't smiling or laughing, but he's glad it's not him up on the table.
Berringer has to focus on keeping his arms out wide, but mainly keeping an eye of where his feet land with each step. Each footfall lands
dangerously close to a glass of water or the edge of someone's dinner plate. What happens if he knocks something over? Luka mostly
watches Berringer's feet, while the girls keep their glances slightly higher. Being ten years old, Berringer has a nice sized and athletic body,
obviously a soccer player (a suitcase full of jerseys and athletic wear suggests he played on a team somewhere), but his boy parts haven't begun
any significant development. Boys look so small in the dick department at that age. Their private parts are basically the same size as when they were eight years old, but their bodies are growing rapidly as they become pre-teens, and it may be another two or even three years before the genitals start to catch up.
"Nice legs," one girl says.
"Yeah, nice body...but his balls are itty bitty," says another.
"Cute teeny weenie," Olga says, "If Mrs. Gunter serves us sausages I bet they are larger than that".
"His butt is so firm and round. He must run a lot," observes one of the younger girls at the back end of the table, getting a nice view of Berringer's
back end.
Having to move slowly and carefully, showing off some athletic balancing skills, Berringer finally reaches the head of the table. He stands, arms
still outstretched, looking down at the amused face of Mrs. Kubicek.
"What will you do when you sneeze, Berringer?" Mrs. Kubicek asks.
"Cover my face," the abashed boy answers.
"Preferably using a handkerchief or your napkin. Sneezing into your hands contaminates your hands," and the director picks up her napkin, holds
it out to Berringer. "Take this...now turn around and face your mates. Demonstrate three times how to cover your face when you sneeze."
Berringer looks bewildered and befuddled as he turns around to face the full length of the dinner table and the seated diners. He looks at the
napkin in his hand like it some alien device he just discovered. Apparently, what he's supposed to do hasn't sunk in.
"Give a good sneeze. Three times demonstrate the proper technique in covering your face. Do it now, Berringer."
The naked boy finally gets it, opening his mouth and wrinkling up his face like he's feeling a sneeze coming on. Then lowering his head he lets
out a "Aaahchoooo", as he presses the napkin against the front of his mouth and nose. Two more times Berringer repeats the motions. The girls
notice immediately and this gives them another reason to giggle, each time Berringer sneezes his little weenie wags up and down. It's short
enough that it sticks straight out normally, and with each huff and puff and sneeze action it bounces.
"You may keep that napkin. Now walk back to your seat...again walk like an airplane."
Berringer retraces his steps back to his chair, doing a second round of the "walk of shame". Upon getting down from the table, just in time too,
the doors to the kitchen open and Mrs. Gunter comes out with the next round of food. This time it's potato salad and a greens salad. Things settle down to normal with the arrival of more food. Luka is amazed. He's never been served dinner as a multi-course meal before. Most of the time
it's a bowl of some sort of stew, or a plate of boiled potatoes and a chunk of overcooked chicken. With the entertainment of naked teenager
slimed by cheese and the naked pre-teen walk of shame, none of the diners had even touched their soup. Greedily each kid digs into their soup
so they can move on to the next course being placed before them, scooped out onto their dinner plates.
The unusual part of this first dining experience is the two naked boys seated at the table. At least Luka has a shirt over his lap. Poor Berringer
has no covering over any part of his body for the rest of dinner (chopped steak topped with grilled onions and a mushroom gravy along with
mashed potatoes), or dessert which was a small portion of apple strudel.
"You may head back to your rooms," Mrs. Kubicek dismisses the diners. "Gwen and Famke will inform you what your evening routine will normally be...no, you don't get your nightshirt back just yet, Berringer. Luka will bring you your shirt in due course. Go with your roommates back upstairs."
The orphans talk excitedly amongst themselves as they head toward the stairway. Berringer the only one not talking as he covers himself, trying
to hide his body among a group of other boys, as if hiding himself makes a difference at that point.
Luka remains the only one seated, the nightshirt in his lap.
"Go to the kitchen and get your other shirt. It should be dry enough by now." But before Luka can step around the table, Mrs. Kubicek grabs the
nightshirt in Luka's hand.
Luka stands there witnessing a new and horrible thing. Mrs. Kubicek uses her fork to punch a series of small holes in the bottom back section of
Berringer's nightshirt, then using a surprising show of strength, the director yanks on the shirt till a rip appears where the punched holes were.
This rip goes a quarter of the way up the backside of the nightshirt. Handing it back to Luka the director says, "pretend ignorance about how this happened".
Luka takes the partially ruined nightshirt from the director's hands. Silently he turns, walks through the kitchen door to find his own nightshirt,
which hopefully is undamaged.
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This is where I got the idea for the table top "Walk of Shame"
This scene is from the movie 1900, an Italian movie that had big name American actors in it.
scene is at 31:20
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8e6t3x
This is a controversial movie, but the English version does show up sometimes on American tv networks. (a fully naked Robert DeNiro getting
jerked off...next to a naked Gerrard Depardeau for one such scene. A naked boy showing an erection is another scene. And finally an implied
scene where Donald Sutherland has too much fun with a pants pulled down young lad...yep, that is one crazy movie and the whole thing is five
hours long! But none of that is shown in this section of the movie at the link. It does show a young teen girl sticking her hand in the front of
Burt Lancaster's pants at 50:40.
This scene is from the movie 1900, an Italian movie that had big name American actors in it.
scene is at 31:20
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8e6t3x
This is a controversial movie, but the English version does show up sometimes on American tv networks. (a fully naked Robert DeNiro getting
jerked off...next to a naked Gerrard Depardeau for one such scene. A naked boy showing an erection is another scene. And finally an implied
scene where Donald Sutherland has too much fun with a pants pulled down young lad...yep, that is one crazy movie and the whole thing is five
hours long! But none of that is shown in this section of the movie at the link. It does show a young teen girl sticking her hand in the front of
Burt Lancaster's pants at 50:40.
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 10. The Daily Routine
Back at the bedroom barracks the boys are shocked to find all their personal clothing they put into their dressers just hours earlier is missing.
In their place each boy finds the official school uniform, along with one tanktop and one set of boxer briefs. Needless to say, the boys are aghast
and outraged, demanding to know where their clothes are. The entirety of their clothing is one uniform for school, one for working out, and the overly small nightshirts they currently have on. Gwen tells the kids to shut up and settle down.
Tass asks a very good question, whispering it to Luka. "How did the clothes disappear? Who took them? Everyone I've seen here was downstairs
at dinner?" Gwen starts talking again. She gives no explanation as to how the mysterious disappearance of all their things occurred, but she gives
a semi-logical reason for the removal.
"You won't be needing those civilian clothes while you are on this island. They will be stored for safe keeping. Whenever we do any excursions
off the island then the appropriate clothing will be made available. Until then there is no need for anything other than the uniforms you see
in your drawer."
Gwen gives them a while to get used to the idea, some time to process the information that use of their old clothes, like their old way of life is
over, in favor of a new way of doing things. Attitude adjustments take time, so Gwen gives them five minutes to adjust. Then it's back to business,
telling the newcomers what will happen from now on. The boys are given the daily planner. Gwen writes the list on a whiteboard on the wall by
the door as she goes through the list one by one.
"Number one: Wakeup is at 7:00 am. When the lights come on you will all get up and stand beside your bed. I will be doing a bedcheck
to make sure nobody wet the bed...or made any other messes.
Number two: Physical fitness. The outfit for exercise and running consists of a gray tanktop with matching gray boxer briefs underwear. I'm
sure you already saw these in your top dresser drawer.
Number three: There will be an "Assembly Line" shower. This will be done to save time. This showering method will be shown to you tomorrow morning.
Four: Get dressed in your uniform and go down for breakfast.
Five: School classes begin at 9:30 and go until 4:00 with a light lunch at 12:30. The school rooms are on the third floor. Those twelve and
under will report to Classroom A. Those who are thirteen and up report to Classroom B.
Six: Free time for one hour. There is a library room on the first floor. If you want to take a nap that if fine, just don't be late for the next
part of the day's program. On nice days just run around outside. The Lounge room on the third floor is not to be used during the afternoon
free time. The door to that room will be locked.
Seven: Advanced sports or physical fitness training. There will be choices of martial arts, basketball, dancing, even a free swim time at the indoor
pool on the first floor. Yes, I see some of you are smiling. Yes we do have a nice indoor pool. The previous owner of this building put in a nice
one. I know you will enjoy it. The uniform for advanced training is the same as morning PE, boxer briefs and tanktop. Twice a week swimming lessons will be conducted and will be mandatory for everyone.
Number Eight: After working out you will take another shower. You'll have more time in the shower during the evening. Girl's shower time is at 6:00. Boys are at 6:30. If things are running late you all do your shower time together, so hope our activities don't run late.
Best activity of the day is number Nine: Dinner is at 7:15. Anyone late for dinner will help do cleanup and wash dishes.
Number Ten: Free time in the lounge room from 8:00 to 9:30. This lounge room is upstairs, the middle room in between the two classrooms.
I will be taking you all to this room shortly.
Number Eleven: Lights out in the barracks at 9:45. Bed check at 10:00. Anyone not in their bed will be punished.
Now any questions about your daily routine?"
Tass raises his hand. "Um, Mrs. Gwen...everything has been taken away, even my swimsuit. What do we wear for the mandatory swim lessons?"
"A swimsuit is not required for swimming here, either in the first-floor pool or in the waters of this lake. No swimsuit will be provided. There is
no need for a suit now is there?"
"The girls are going to swim naked too?" Luka asks.
"The girls? Of course not. It's not natural for girls to swim naked in the presence of boys. However, being deprived of a swimsuit could happen
to any girl who is under punishment. Same with you boys here. Clothing privileges can be taken away during punishment...and a punishment can last all day. So be good boys and we'll all get along. Now come with me and I'll take you to the lounge.
As the group files out the door, Tass yanks on Luka's arm.
"I don't like this. I wish we were in the same class together. You're going to be stuck with those older guys."
"And you are going to be stuck with those eight and nine year old brats. I hope they are potty trained."
The group goes to the main stairway. For the first time the orphans are taken up to the third floor.
Chapter 10. The Daily Routine
Back at the bedroom barracks the boys are shocked to find all their personal clothing they put into their dressers just hours earlier is missing.
In their place each boy finds the official school uniform, along with one tanktop and one set of boxer briefs. Needless to say, the boys are aghast
and outraged, demanding to know where their clothes are. The entirety of their clothing is one uniform for school, one for working out, and the overly small nightshirts they currently have on. Gwen tells the kids to shut up and settle down.
Tass asks a very good question, whispering it to Luka. "How did the clothes disappear? Who took them? Everyone I've seen here was downstairs
at dinner?" Gwen starts talking again. She gives no explanation as to how the mysterious disappearance of all their things occurred, but she gives
a semi-logical reason for the removal.
"You won't be needing those civilian clothes while you are on this island. They will be stored for safe keeping. Whenever we do any excursions
off the island then the appropriate clothing will be made available. Until then there is no need for anything other than the uniforms you see
in your drawer."
Gwen gives them a while to get used to the idea, some time to process the information that use of their old clothes, like their old way of life is
over, in favor of a new way of doing things. Attitude adjustments take time, so Gwen gives them five minutes to adjust. Then it's back to business,
telling the newcomers what will happen from now on. The boys are given the daily planner. Gwen writes the list on a whiteboard on the wall by
the door as she goes through the list one by one.
"Number one: Wakeup is at 7:00 am. When the lights come on you will all get up and stand beside your bed. I will be doing a bedcheck
to make sure nobody wet the bed...or made any other messes.
Number two: Physical fitness. The outfit for exercise and running consists of a gray tanktop with matching gray boxer briefs underwear. I'm
sure you already saw these in your top dresser drawer.
Number three: There will be an "Assembly Line" shower. This will be done to save time. This showering method will be shown to you tomorrow morning.
Four: Get dressed in your uniform and go down for breakfast.
Five: School classes begin at 9:30 and go until 4:00 with a light lunch at 12:30. The school rooms are on the third floor. Those twelve and
under will report to Classroom A. Those who are thirteen and up report to Classroom B.
Six: Free time for one hour. There is a library room on the first floor. If you want to take a nap that if fine, just don't be late for the next
part of the day's program. On nice days just run around outside. The Lounge room on the third floor is not to be used during the afternoon
free time. The door to that room will be locked.
Seven: Advanced sports or physical fitness training. There will be choices of martial arts, basketball, dancing, even a free swim time at the indoor
pool on the first floor. Yes, I see some of you are smiling. Yes we do have a nice indoor pool. The previous owner of this building put in a nice
one. I know you will enjoy it. The uniform for advanced training is the same as morning PE, boxer briefs and tanktop. Twice a week swimming lessons will be conducted and will be mandatory for everyone.
Number Eight: After working out you will take another shower. You'll have more time in the shower during the evening. Girl's shower time is at 6:00. Boys are at 6:30. If things are running late you all do your shower time together, so hope our activities don't run late.
Best activity of the day is number Nine: Dinner is at 7:15. Anyone late for dinner will help do cleanup and wash dishes.
Number Ten: Free time in the lounge room from 8:00 to 9:30. This lounge room is upstairs, the middle room in between the two classrooms.
I will be taking you all to this room shortly.
Number Eleven: Lights out in the barracks at 9:45. Bed check at 10:00. Anyone not in their bed will be punished.
Now any questions about your daily routine?"
Tass raises his hand. "Um, Mrs. Gwen...everything has been taken away, even my swimsuit. What do we wear for the mandatory swim lessons?"
"A swimsuit is not required for swimming here, either in the first-floor pool or in the waters of this lake. No swimsuit will be provided. There is
no need for a suit now is there?"
"The girls are going to swim naked too?" Luka asks.
"The girls? Of course not. It's not natural for girls to swim naked in the presence of boys. However, being deprived of a swimsuit could happen
to any girl who is under punishment. Same with you boys here. Clothing privileges can be taken away during punishment...and a punishment can last all day. So be good boys and we'll all get along. Now come with me and I'll take you to the lounge.
As the group files out the door, Tass yanks on Luka's arm.
"I don't like this. I wish we were in the same class together. You're going to be stuck with those older guys."
"And you are going to be stuck with those eight and nine year old brats. I hope they are potty trained."
The group goes to the main stairway. For the first time the orphans are taken up to the third floor.
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I assume some of the boys are going to be punished. But why do boys need clothing privileges at all?
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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 11. The Lounge
Right before getting the Daily Routine given to them, Luka had the privilege of handing the nightshirt back to Berringer. The poor ten year old
was standing by his bed, his hands in front of himself.
"Here's your nightshirt," Luka says, with not a word of further explanation when Berringer notices the large rip up the backside. The boy looks
at the rip in the back, looks at Luka with a "What da Fuck" expression. Luka merely shrugs his shoulders. Mrs. Kubicek told him, in a most stern
fashion she told him, that not a word was to be said to Berringer as to how the shirt got damaged. Berringer quickly puts the nightshirt on and
fortunately doesn't raise a fuss about it.
After the little lecture by Miss Gwen, about what the main rules and regulations are for the Daily Routine, the group is asked to line up and
be herded up to the third floor to this place called The Lounge.
The twelve boys meet the girls already waiting outside the door near the top of the stairs. Famke pulls out a key and she places it into the lock.
Famke and Gwen go first into the room after the door swings open. Luka is near the back of the group, so most of the orphans are inside the
room when he gets his first look. Even before he looked at the room, Luka noticed the expressions on the faces on those who went in first.
Their expressions are similar to the looks on the kid's faces in the movie "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", the scene where Willy Wonka
shows everyone the waterfall room where everything is so colorful and edible.
The Lounge is a kid's delight. Almost everything a boy or girl could want is in that room. This room sits directly above the large shower/wash
room on the second floor and appears to be just as big, if not bigger. The center part of the room has thick mats for tumbling for the little
kids. There are large plush toys on shelves on the right wall. There are games of all varieties in boxes on the shelves of the left wall.
Small tables surrounded by short chairs, perfect size for a nine year old, are clustered near the games wall.
At the back of the room, directly across from where the door is, sits a large screen tv. In front of the tv is an array of video game sets and
controllers, Nintendo, Playstation, and a modern Atari system. Five or six medium size bean bag chairs are arranged in a semi-circle in front of
the tv. Most of the kids rush to the tv set to look at what video games are to be found. Luka sees Tass wasting no time in checking out one
of the bean bag chairs. Tass sits down and asks for one of the controllers to be handed over. Luka notices something that Tass forgot about.
Sitting down in a bean bag, the boy's legs are highest at the knees and his legs are spread apart enough that everything in the balls n joystick
department is on display. Apparently some other kids saw this too and a choir of giggles erupts. Several girls are smiling and whispering to
each other. Tass finally figures out that he is the main attraction at the moment, and looking down he can see why. Tass straightens his legs
out straight and he plops the controller onto his lap.
This lounge room truly is a kid's paradise, until one considers it's a hell for any boy wearing one of these awfully short nightshirts. Anytime a boy
bends down while wearing one of these things, then his things hang out the back. He gives everyone a good look at his sack. Every time a boy
might raise his arms to grab something from a top shelf he's going to be exposing it all as the shirt rises up past his pubes. Every time a boy sits
down, either in a bean bag chair or in one of the small chairs by the board games tables, he's going to have to hold the nightshirt down over his
crotch or the white material will just sit high enough for other to get a good looksee.
Just to prove the point, several of the eight and nine year olds, along with Berringer, start doing tumbling on the mats in the center of the room.
Each time one of the boys rolls over and over, or stops half-way with his legs splayed outward, the shirt has risen halfway up his body. Everything
below the waist is visible on each kid tumbling. For Berringer is was even worse. With his shirt split up the back the sides of his shirt go flying
open with every roll and turn of his body. Wearing these dang shirts will basically be a waste of effort for anyone doing any wrestling and tumbling
on the floor mats. For the girls it's a grand ol sight. The girls are having a field day, looking around at the toys and games and getting good
glimpses of young guys showing their goods.
Tass, having gotten out of the bean bag, steps up to Luka.
"All this stuff is wonderful. But how are we going to keep those girls from seeing our dicks?"
"Yeah. The girls have on those nice pajama bottoms and cute tops. We can sort of see their tits with how tight and thin those tops are. But
it's not a fair exchange. We have to wear this nightshirt that comes up so high on our legs. Why do we have to wear this thing every night after
doing our showers. Who made up these rules?"
A loud voice comes from the direction of the main door to the lounge. "I hope you all have found something interesting to play with," says Mrs.
Kubicek, as she stand just inside the entrance to the lounge. "This will be your place of fun and recreation every night between dinner hour
and bedtime. We will sometimes have organized games where all of you can play. Sometimes we'll have fun competitions to show off our physical
skills."
Tass raises his hand, ever the inquisitive one. "What kind of competitions might we do, ones that all of us can do?"
"That's a good question Tass. How about we do one tonight. I want to see which of you can stand on your head the longest. The winner will
have a special dessert made in his or her honor. Now how about it, which one can stand on his head the longest? I think that will be a fun place
to start."
Chapter 11. The Lounge
Right before getting the Daily Routine given to them, Luka had the privilege of handing the nightshirt back to Berringer. The poor ten year old
was standing by his bed, his hands in front of himself.
"Here's your nightshirt," Luka says, with not a word of further explanation when Berringer notices the large rip up the backside. The boy looks
at the rip in the back, looks at Luka with a "What da Fuck" expression. Luka merely shrugs his shoulders. Mrs. Kubicek told him, in a most stern
fashion she told him, that not a word was to be said to Berringer as to how the shirt got damaged. Berringer quickly puts the nightshirt on and
fortunately doesn't raise a fuss about it.
After the little lecture by Miss Gwen, about what the main rules and regulations are for the Daily Routine, the group is asked to line up and
be herded up to the third floor to this place called The Lounge.
The twelve boys meet the girls already waiting outside the door near the top of the stairs. Famke pulls out a key and she places it into the lock.
Famke and Gwen go first into the room after the door swings open. Luka is near the back of the group, so most of the orphans are inside the
room when he gets his first look. Even before he looked at the room, Luka noticed the expressions on the faces on those who went in first.
Their expressions are similar to the looks on the kid's faces in the movie "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", the scene where Willy Wonka
shows everyone the waterfall room where everything is so colorful and edible.
The Lounge is a kid's delight. Almost everything a boy or girl could want is in that room. This room sits directly above the large shower/wash
room on the second floor and appears to be just as big, if not bigger. The center part of the room has thick mats for tumbling for the little
kids. There are large plush toys on shelves on the right wall. There are games of all varieties in boxes on the shelves of the left wall.
Small tables surrounded by short chairs, perfect size for a nine year old, are clustered near the games wall.
At the back of the room, directly across from where the door is, sits a large screen tv. In front of the tv is an array of video game sets and
controllers, Nintendo, Playstation, and a modern Atari system. Five or six medium size bean bag chairs are arranged in a semi-circle in front of
the tv. Most of the kids rush to the tv set to look at what video games are to be found. Luka sees Tass wasting no time in checking out one
of the bean bag chairs. Tass sits down and asks for one of the controllers to be handed over. Luka notices something that Tass forgot about.
Sitting down in a bean bag, the boy's legs are highest at the knees and his legs are spread apart enough that everything in the balls n joystick
department is on display. Apparently some other kids saw this too and a choir of giggles erupts. Several girls are smiling and whispering to
each other. Tass finally figures out that he is the main attraction at the moment, and looking down he can see why. Tass straightens his legs
out straight and he plops the controller onto his lap.
This lounge room truly is a kid's paradise, until one considers it's a hell for any boy wearing one of these awfully short nightshirts. Anytime a boy
bends down while wearing one of these things, then his things hang out the back. He gives everyone a good look at his sack. Every time a boy
might raise his arms to grab something from a top shelf he's going to be exposing it all as the shirt rises up past his pubes. Every time a boy sits
down, either in a bean bag chair or in one of the small chairs by the board games tables, he's going to have to hold the nightshirt down over his
crotch or the white material will just sit high enough for other to get a good looksee.
Just to prove the point, several of the eight and nine year olds, along with Berringer, start doing tumbling on the mats in the center of the room.
Each time one of the boys rolls over and over, or stops half-way with his legs splayed outward, the shirt has risen halfway up his body. Everything
below the waist is visible on each kid tumbling. For Berringer is was even worse. With his shirt split up the back the sides of his shirt go flying
open with every roll and turn of his body. Wearing these dang shirts will basically be a waste of effort for anyone doing any wrestling and tumbling
on the floor mats. For the girls it's a grand ol sight. The girls are having a field day, looking around at the toys and games and getting good
glimpses of young guys showing their goods.
Tass, having gotten out of the bean bag, steps up to Luka.
"All this stuff is wonderful. But how are we going to keep those girls from seeing our dicks?"
"Yeah. The girls have on those nice pajama bottoms and cute tops. We can sort of see their tits with how tight and thin those tops are. But
it's not a fair exchange. We have to wear this nightshirt that comes up so high on our legs. Why do we have to wear this thing every night after
doing our showers. Who made up these rules?"
A loud voice comes from the direction of the main door to the lounge. "I hope you all have found something interesting to play with," says Mrs.
Kubicek, as she stand just inside the entrance to the lounge. "This will be your place of fun and recreation every night between dinner hour
and bedtime. We will sometimes have organized games where all of you can play. Sometimes we'll have fun competitions to show off our physical
skills."
Tass raises his hand, ever the inquisitive one. "What kind of competitions might we do, ones that all of us can do?"
"That's a good question Tass. How about we do one tonight. I want to see which of you can stand on your head the longest. The winner will
have a special dessert made in his or her honor. Now how about it, which one can stand on his head the longest? I think that will be a fun place
to start."
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