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Necrofantasy
Chapter 5. Too Hot to Handle


The day of the art presentations dawned with Timothy a nervous wreck. He had painted the island the night before, basically copying the
photograph of a pacific island he pulled up off the internet. Tim didn't like how the blue of the water looked too much like the blue of the
sky, it all seemed to blend in together and make the mostly green and brown island look like it was being seen from above rather than from
the side. Though he wasn't too pleased with it, the painting he did was not what Tim cared much about. Nobody is going to remember or
remark upon his unremarkable island paradise on canvass. It scares the pants off of him, but Tim will let his body be the main attraction.

During the class Timothy had a hard time paying much attention to the works of art presented by his classmates. There wasn't much being
shown that had any interest for him. Basic boring pottery examples were shown by several girls. A woodcarving of a a miniature totem pole,
followed by a collection of masks from a Dia De Los Muertos celebration, which is the Day of the Dead that many people in the southern
states, the ones with Mexican ancestry celebrate each year right after Halloween, these are all interesting but not very exciting.

Then it's Tim's turn. Mrs. Wordsworth tells the class that a small preparation has to be made first, and Timothy will be doing that in the
closet. Before the class began, the teacher told Tim the costume is in the closet. Tim goes into the closet and he turns on the light. He finds
the costume lying on a stack of dusty old books. The costume is so small it easily fit on top of a book. Tim picks it up and he examines it.
The garment is made of dry, thin, grassy type fronds. Several strings holds the whole thing together. Tim takes off all of his clothes, leaving
them in a pile on the floor of the closet. Getting into the replica of the Papanui garment, it reminded him of what he'd seen being worn by
various different kids in movies about "The Jungle Book", how Mowgli has on a small cloth that looks like a loincloth but without any
length up front or back. There is only string on the side so it feels like a loincloth, but strands of dried leaves tucks under his crotch as they
stretch from the frontside string to the backside. Even in the gloomy light inside the closet the thing looks and feels like a thong.

As soon as Timothy steps out from the closet the room erupts in laughter. The teacher shushes the crowd, and she reprimands the students.

"Only Timothy is applying a multi-sensory performance to his presentation. He's dressing up as a native does at the place he's about to tell
us about. I don't see anybody else showing such creativity, so give him some respect."

Tim grabs his canvass and he takes it up to the front of the class. The students laugh again when they see the skimpy underwear doesn't
cover much of the butt, and they know Tim isn't wearing anything underneath the costume. Both boys and girls whistled when Tim bares his
bottom to the class. For Timothy the grass underwear was causing a few tickles and itches on very remote and mostly inaccessible places.
The front of the grass weaving actually had too much room, and he wondered if something might possibly slip out through the loosely knitted
fronds of palm leaves. The leaves are very dry and crackly, with no green left to them.

"Shut up you guys", Mrs. Wordsworth says. "He's being true to his character. Many island natives wear very small articles of clothing. Timmy
is very brave. Go on now, start your presentation."

The room gets quiet as Tim turns his canvass around. There isn't anything special about the quality of the artwork, but what kept everyone's
attention was how well Tim tells the details about the strange burial practices used by the Papanui people. His presentation goes very well,
and then Tim shocks his audience when he tells the students that they will get to finish the art project, that they will be painting his body
the same way the Papanui place designs on the bodies of the dead.

Mrs. Wordsworth then opens the door, and two students push a long, thin table on rollers into the room. Desks are moved to make room in
the center of the classroom. Watercolor paints are pulled out from the closet and the second part of the presentation is ready to commence.

Timothy climbs up onto the wobbly table. He lies on his back, which feels a little chilled at first touching the plastic top of the table. The
Teacher stands by his head and the other students gather around. Seeing all those faces staring at him is unnerving, and Tim closes his eyes.
He starts to calm down as he imagines he's dead and the island natives just picked him up off of the beach where he drowned. All is calm,
that is until he feels the first touch of a paintbrush on his skin.

"Paint him like he described in his presentation. I want to see sharks and other sea animals. I want to see some interesting geometric
designs as well." The teacher backs away from the body of the fallen one and the artwork gets started.

Not everyone can stand next to the table with Timothy on it. Students had to make a quick drawing of something then step aside for somebody
else. Most of the designs are starfish, or a regular fish, or a dolphin. Suzie Whitmer draws an octopus on Tim's tummy. Six arms of the
octopus are fully drawn, but two are only partially drawn, as the drawing shows two arms stopping at the top of the grass garment. It looks
like those two arms are tucked underneath the front of the underwear. What are those octopus arms doing? What are they reaching for?
It's sort of obvious the arms are grabbing Tim's dick like it's some delectable morsel of food like maybe a lobster, and lots of chuckles and giggles
can be heard right after Suzie completed her little masterpiece.

Even Mrs. Wordsworth finds humor in the drawing Suzie made, complimenting the girl on her creative use of imagery. Then the teacher stepped
back to her desk to sit down. As the students do their work, any cleanup needed is done with sheets torn from a tan roll of paper toweling.
The wadded up pieces of paper are tossed into the classroom's metal trash can, which was placed next to the work table.

From the first brushstrokes the arousal level continued to rise. Tim normally can get calm and under total control whenever he closes his eyes
to pretend to be asleep. But the sensations of brush tips on his tummy, on his thighs, tickling his nipples, it was a smorgasbord of erotica.
All those kids are looking at his body. They are touching and experimenting on it with pigments. Tim's body is being transformed into a work
of art. As Timothy gets more excited the students get excited as they see movement amongst the grassy stems and leaves. There is something
pushing outward trying to break free, and it's unlikely the hidden arms of that octopus have come to life. Something else wants to make
an appearance.

A hushed chorus of giggles erupts around the table. Several students poke at the bulge forming with the back end of their brushes.

"I think there is something trying to escape. Maybe it's an eel?" Tim hears a girl say, though he doesn't recognize which girl spoke.

He's thrilled the girl is talking about what he has hidden down in the skimpy costume, and his excitement doubles. He can feel his dick twitching, the exposed head being tickled by the edges of skinny leaves. The grass is bunched up around his buttcrack and that too is ticklish in a good way. Strokes of brushes are touching him between his legs up near his balls. The skin of his scrotum tightens uncontrollably, then relaxes. It's all so
stimulating, these superb sensations. Any second now his cock might burst forth from the grassy fronds, scaring the nearest painters the same
way the alien baby burst forth from John Hurt's chest in the first Alien movie made so long ago.

Robert Stackery decides that painting a porpoise or a pelican on the body of Timothy is just being a copycat of what everybody else is doing.
Instead of grabbing a paintbrush, Robert reaches into his pocket, and he pulls out a cigarette lighter, one of those cheap Bic lighters one can get
at a convenience store for less that two bucks.

"Want to see a Viking funeral?" Robert wise-cracks.

Everyone currently painting pulls back their brushes as Robert places the lighter next to the grass fronds of Tim's islander underwear. With a
quick flick of his thumb Robert releases a burst of flame from the Bic lighter. In an instant the closet strands of grass fibers catch on fire.

The grass fronds and strands are so dry the flame spreads quickly. Several girls shout out a warning. Right at that moment Tim feels something
hot on the front of his crotch. He also hears the laughter of several boys, from both sides of the table. Something fishy is going on. Tim
opens his eyes. He sees horror on the faces of some students, merriment and joy on the faces of others. Robert has an expression of pure
evil, grinning like The Joker in a Batman movie. The heat intensities. Tim lifts his head to look downward. He sees the strands of grass
being consumed. His costume is disappearing before his eyes.

With a yelp and a load of commotion Timothy reacts. He sits up and gets to his feet. Whoosh goes the grass thong as more strands catch on
fire. There is only one thing Tim can do to save himself. He yanks at the strings holding up the grass underwear. The strings break easily.
Yanking the flaming costume away from his crotch, the burning mess is dropped from his hand. The costume drops toward the floor, landing
in the metal waste basket.

The laughter of Tim's classmates turns into a roar. Even the scared girls are now shrieking in joy and amusement. Tim brushes at his pubic hair
which is smoking. He feels much of it has been singed off, turned into little stiff stubs. He got that grass off of him just in time or his penis and balls would have started to become barbecue for island cannibals. Those male parts are out in the open for all his classmates to see. Tim's
arousal was near maximum only moments earlier, and his dick points up and out like a sailor pointing the direction the spout of a whale has
been seen.

"What is going on there?" Mrs. Wordsworth shouts.

A whoosh is heard as flames erupt from the metal trashcan. The wads of paper have caught fire, become a conflagration which won't be
contained. Flames leap up to several feet in height. Kids scream and they run away from the fire. One bright student rushes to the door.
Stepping out into the hallway, the student pulls the fire alarm handle on the wall. The loud alarm rings out throughout the school.

With everything total chaos, kids run for the exit. "Everybody get out" the teacher shouts. Tim hops down from the table. He wants to rush
over to the closet to retrieve his clothes but there isn't time. Mrs. Wordsworth, with the help of Lionel, a boy on the football team, drags Tim
out with the rest of the class. Timothy is kicking and screaming and wanting to go back for his clothes but he's a captive of circumstances
beyond his control.

The entrance doors of the Junior High burst open as throngs of kids exit the building, one naked boy dragged along outside. As soon as he
is let go, Timothy drops to his knees, and he crouches down, covering the crotch. Soon other students notice the naked one in their midst,
another round of laughter directed his way. "Just grin and bear it" is all Timothy can do, and he shyly looks up to laugh like it's all a funny
joke. But when Tim sees the amused faces of his fellow students all he can do is cover up his own face with his blackened and slightly burned hands.

This story is really heating up.

Necrofantasy
Chapter 6. Great Balls of Fire


Because an actual fire had happened, instead of the usual kid's pranks of pulling the fire alarm just for fun, a fire truck showed up at the school.
The firemen had to go into Mrs. Wordsworth's classroom and put the wastebasket out. The room was off limits for a while, so no students could
go back to that classroom. Timothy could not get back to the closet to retrieve his clothes.

Timothy was in trouble. First of all, he had everyone laughing at him as he crouched down while naked on a grassy area next to the school.
It didn't take long for the school administration to hear about the naked kid waiting outside, and they needed to investigate. The principal
wanted a full explanation as to what was going on, and Tim's mom was called to the school. Arriving at the school thirty minutes after the fire incident, Mrs. Tuttle walked into the principal's office in time to see the head fireman make his report on the situation. Standing next to
the principal's desk is Timothy, still naked though he was being allowed to hold the desk calendar in front of himself.

Mrs. Wordsworth was there, and to her credit she took some responsibility. The teacher admitted to letting Timothy wear a highly flammable
article of clothing around his mid-section, but she had no idea how the fire had started. None of the other kids had ratted on the guilty one,
and Timothy wasn't saying anything. Mrs. Haversham had tried, but the principal could not get Tim to talk. Mrs. Tuttle tries her best to
get a word out of her son.

"Timmy...if you won't tell us what happened in your classroom, how it is you ended up with your costume burned up...I'll have to punish you."

Timothy knows his mother's threat is a real one. He will get punished. But Tim won't say a word about what happened while he was near fully
naked as he lay on a table while getting his body painted. Tim was shaking his head when the school nurse finally showed up with a med kit.

Tim's first round of punishment happened in the principal's office. With Mrs. Haversham, as well as Mr. Pollock the vice-principal, along with
Mrs. Wordsworth being in the room, Tim's mom had the nurse do her duty there...not in the nurse's office.

"Uncover yourself, Timmy. Give me that calendar. The nurse will fix you up. Go ahead nurse and do your thing. Yes, yes, I know my boy
is a shy one. But much of this mess seems to be his idea."

Tim hands the calendar to his mother. The nurse pulls up a chair and she sits down in front of him. Opening up the medical kit, the nurse
pulls out a tube of ointment.

"You are lucky you only have first degree burns on your hands. More superficial burns on the pubis and penis."

The nurse applies the ointment onto Tim's hands. The only slightly injured boy wishes he was worse off, that he was passed out and in a
hospital, anything but standing with his indignity exposed to the principal of the school. The principal seemed overly eager to witness the
first aid being applied, especially when the nurse dabbed the stuff on the boy's balls, rubbed the stuff all over.

The burn ointment was cold when first applied, but as the nurse spread it all along the shaft it started to feel heated as well. The nurse
also coated Tim's testicles with the greasy ointment. What happened next is only too predictable...the prick decided to pick this moment
to get hard. The skin stretching as his shaft grew to full length was painful. "OW...Ow...oooh, that hurts," Timothy says, though this
doesn't cause any expressions of sympathy on the faces of anyone watching. Never before had his dick looked so red after reaching full
erection, redder than any masturbation marathon ever did.

"Looks like you got lots of attention today. Painting on your body. Burn treatments on your genitalia. And it was your idea to dress up as an
island native and let your schoolmates paint you? Well...I declare. I never seen such a thing before," and then Mrs. Haversham laughed.

Tim's face is burning almost as much as the skin on his dick. How horrible it is to have to stand there as his parts are paraded in front of the
principal, as his mom looks on with a smirk on her face, as his art teacher gets another look at his precious goodies, which smell like burnt
hair. His pubic hair looks like a mess, a near total meltdown.

After the medication is applied, the nurse wraps Tim's hands in bandages. "Must keep the skin of your hands from moving around for 24 hours,"
the nurse says.

Not being able to use his hands, all Tim can do is follow along as his mother leads him back to the car in the parking lot. Mrs. Tuttle didn't want
to waste any time going to the art room to grab the clothes from the closet. Nope it was straight to the car, and by this time the school had
let out and there are many students hanging around the outside of the building.

"Hey hot stuff," some girl yelled out, and the other kids nearby laugh like hyenas.

"I hope you like making crispy critters for babies," a boy yells out, and who might that boy be?...none other than Robert Stackery, the mean and
mischievous kid who set Tim's costume underwear on fire. "Do you like your hotdog well done?"

Jeepers Creepers...Timothy wanted to poke that kid's eyes out and shove burning marshmallows into his skull. As Timothy walked the final
yards to his mom's car he has a vision of what he'd do to Robert Stackery if he had the chance.

First he has to catch Robert. How he did it was not important, but then he'd take the bully to the woods near his house. Robert would have
his hands bound behind his back and would be helpless as Tim used scissors to cut all the clothes off. Then after Robert is naked, Tim pulls
out a small glass jar from his pants pocket. It's a jar of honey. Unscrewing the lid the honey is poured onto Tim's hand. This honey is smeared
all over the dick and balls of Robert. Tim can imagine how wonderful it would be to feel the sticky ooziness of the honey as he smears it all
over the skin of the most sensitive and important part of Robert's useless body. Hopefully Robert will get an erection as he gets jerked on with
honeyed hands.

"You better cum while you can," Tim tells his most hated classmate. "This is the last bit of fun you'll ever have. Come on...cum. I know you
enjoy it."

For a while Tim rubs the dick of his enemy, relishing the look of horror on the other kid's face. Robert's penis is just ordinary in size, and still hairless, at least that is how Tim imagines it. Another coat of honey is applied and the whole thing is so funny, so sticky, and it is starting to
attract flies. But flies are not the insect Tim wants to attract.

Making Robert lie down on the grass, Tim spreads the legs apart. He uses twine and thick sticks to stake the legs as wide as they will spread.
The arms are still tied behind Robert's back and that guy ain't going nowhere.

Robert will beg and plead, and Timmy will stand there and smile. Robert will begin to yelp and shout when the first ants crawl up the sides of
his body, up the legs and across the tummy. Timmy will smile and maybe even take snapshots with a phone. Soon the yelps will turn to screams
of agony as the ants do what ants do. Perhaps Timmy will invite some of his classmates over, the nicer girls who showed kindness to Tim in his
moments of need. The girls will love to see the bully boy betrayed and they'll be thrilled to see what happens when the ants find out there
are some meaty morsels right below the layer of honey...how sweet it is.

Tim comes to reality when a hard slap stings his ass. "Get your butt in the seat mister," his mom berates him. "You've really messed up. You
have embarrassed me terribly and it's payback time."

Timothy gets into the front passenger seat of the family car. What payback is he has no idea, but he knows it must be coming soon...just not
soon enough for dear old Robert Stackery.

Necrofantasy
Chapter 7. Punishing Payback


Not a word was said during the car ride from school. Timothy could tell his mom was pissed-off. There was nothing he could say to make
things better, so he just kept his mouth closed and his bandaged hands over his crotch. Tim was very aware that every vehicle taller than
the family car allowed people to look over and see him in the front seat.

Then Timothy noticed the car was not heading home.

"Where are we going?" Timothy timidly asks, and he could hear a hint of wavering in his voice, a touch of fear coming out.

"You'll see soon enough," is all momma would say.

Timothy closes his eyes. He falls back on his tried and true method for calming down. Sort of like a horse in a burning barn, as long as somebody
covers the eyes of the horse it can be prevented from panicking.

"Okay...we are here."

Tim opens his eyes. What he sees starts a new wave of panicked thoughts and breaths. The car pulled up to a house he recognized. A two
story house with a white picket fence and a swing under an old oak tree. It's a wonderful house worthy of being on a postcard, but for Timothy
seeing that house fills him with dread. It's the house of his mom's sister, Aunt Judith.

"Why are we here?" Tim's voice sounds like a whining little child who is being taken to see the doctor. Aunt Judith is not Tim's favorite relative.
Aunt Judith is a bossy, know-it-all, busybody. Aunt Judith thinks her younger sister married the wrong guy and that turned out to be an accurate
prediction. Tim's dad was a jerk who ran off to start a textile company in China, then he hooked up with a short and skinny Chinese chick and
he never came back. Aunt Judith thinks all guys are jerks, and she keeps saying her nephew is going to grow up to be another misogynistic
creep like every other man known to Aunt Judith. "Everyone with a set of balls is a bastard" is a favorite saying of hers.

"Why didn't you take me home?" Tim asks.

"I have to go back to work. You made me leave early, and I promised the boss I'd go back to finish the project I was working on. You will spend
the rest of the day here at Aunt Judith's. Oh shoot. I forgot to call to see if she was home. See how angry you made me. Get out of the car.
If nobody is home I will have to take you to work with me, make you sit in the lobby."

Tim opens the car door, and he gets out. As bad as this is, being left at his aunt's house, having to sit in the lobby at his mom's place of work
would be infinitely worse. Tim and Mrs. Tuttle walk up the steps to the front door. The doorbell is rung half a dozen times in quick succession.
"Come on...come on...come on..." Mrs. Tuttle keeps repeating as she pushed the little doorbell over and over.

The door swings open, and it's not Aunt Judith standing at the door. Tim's cousin opened the door, and Cousin Janie does not look happy to see anybody showing up at her house.

"What do you need? My mom isn't home right now. Why is Timmy naked?"

Mrs. Tuttle places a hand on the back of Tim's back, and she pushes her son into the house.

"Sorry to disturb your peace and quiet. Timmy here caused an awful ruckus at his school. Got himself burned and nearly destroyed the school.
I have to go back to work. I will be back as soon as I can and if Tim causes any trouble you can punish him any way you need to."

Tim's watches on in dismay as Janie is handed a twenty dollar bill to buy pizza with. Without further explanation, Mrs. Tuttle backs up out of the
house, turns around and off she briskly steps to her car. As the car pulls away, Tim's cousin turns to stare at him.

"You are in so much trouble, Timmy. I have a babysitting job starting at Five O'clock. Your mom dumped you on me at a terrible time. The
two kids coming over are a pain in the ass to watch over. Now I have to babysit you too?"

Poor Timmy! It couldn't get much worse with him trapped at his aunt's house and his cousin having to babysit him and 2 other kids (who are both pains in the ass). This is getting good!

Necrofantasy
Chapter 8. Finally, Something to Wear


Timothy's art presentation day had started off splendidly, and then it turned into a rotten stinking piece of shit day. Nearly having his nuts
roasted was a disaster in itself. Having to go outside naked as part of the fire alarm panic was one of the more embarrassing events of his
young life. Getting dropped off at his aunt's house, like he was a lost and unwanted orphan, dumped like a sack of garbage, and still with
no clothes to wear...oh the indignity of it all. Timothy started wondering if he'd died and been sent to hell.

Cousin Janie is like a demon, always tormenting her younger nephew whenever she can. Janie is so much older, smarter, with better breeding
and education. Janie is also much like her mother, one who looks down upon all males like they are the scum of the earth. If it wasn't for Janie's fanatical crush on Dune actor Timothee Chalamet, he'd think she was a lesbian.

Timothy has the same name as that famous actor, just spelled a little differently, but he never got any fan worship from his older cousin, though
he got plenty of attention from her. The wrong kind of attention.

Feeling stupid and out of place, Tim stands in the middle of the living room of Aunt Judith's house, his cousin staring him up and down as she
sneers. Tim would grip his groin tighter if he could. The bandages on his hands makes gripping things difficult.

"Umm...can I get something to wear?" Timothy timidly inquires.

Janie laughs, then she derisively says, "We don't have no boy clothes here."

"Please cousin. Something...anything."

"So...you nearly burnt your wiener off, hmmm. Move your hands away. I want to take a look." Cousin Janie kneels down and she pulls Tim's
hands away. She chuckles, then places the tip of her finger onto the tip of Tim's penis. "I see you have some sort of ointment applied. I
hope that didn't hurt too much," and Janie runs her finger up and down the shaft several times. "I see your dickie hairs got all fried, that's
a shame. I tell you what I'll do. I'll go upstairs and try to find something that will fit you."

As Tim watches his cousin head for the stairs, he can still feel the shivers running through his body. Even though his cousin was not unattractive,
he didn't really find himself to be attracted to her, not when she was such an ass all the time. However, he still got the funny feelings in his
groin when she touched the penis. It must be some natural instinct to get hot and horny whenever a female focuses her attention on one's
naughty nether region. Tim's dick twitched at her touch. It just would not stay dormant and asleep.

Janie went upstairs, leaving Tim standing in the living room. He didn't' dare budge an inch. Only his penis made a move, first growing to half
erection, then slumping back down. A few minutes later his cousin is back, and what she brought back with her was something out of a horror
show, or maybe a comic book.

"Here, put this on. Oh, my bad. You don't have use of your hands. I'll hold them open, and you step into them."

Cousin Janie held stretched out in her hands girlie underwear with pink and yellow unicorns printed all over them. Janie must have broken
into a time capsule, a stash of old clothes she wore at a much younger age. "I think I wore these when I was twelve." Janie slides the ugly
and disgusting thing up Tim's legs, then she fiddles with the front to get his dick tucked into it.

Even if his cousin had been younger while wearing these, she must have had hips several inches wider. The unicorn underwear was skimpy
at the sides as far as how high cut they were, but the thing sagged in the butt, and Tim's dick stuck out like a stick, tenting the frontside.

"I know what you are thinking silly cousin. Don't even ask about a shirt. This is all you are going to get to wear. Just your scrawny body with
your joystick trying to poke out. You look adorable - -"

DING DONG...DING DONG...Both Tim and Janie glance toward the front door.

"Will you look at the time. It's Five O'clock and my sitter kiddies are here. Go let them in will you. Stop dawdling and go answer the
freaking door!"

Trembling with trepidation, timid Tim slinks slowly to the front door. Turning the latch and swinging the big wooden door open, Tim is surprised
to see a boy and a girl standing there. Both of them look like perfect kids from out of the pages of a Department store catalog. The girl
is dressed in a cute blue dress like she just came home from picking flowers and strawberries at her grannie's farm. The girl is actually taller
than Timothy, and her hair is a fabulous yellow blond, tied with ribbons. Next to the girl is a slightly shorter boy, with the same color hair
and same blue eyeballs. The boy has on blue jean overalls with a red checker shirt tucked into it.

The two kids in their Sunday School best outfits is quite the contrast with Tim's mostly naked body and skimpy briefs underwear with unsightly
unicorns on them. The eyes of the two kids bug out and their mouths drop open, and who can blame them. Tim would be doing the same if
some punk assed nearly a nudist transvestite juvenile delinquent answered the door to his knock on it.

Janie calls out from just behind Tim, "Come on in Muffy and Biff. Don't be shocked. This is my Cousin Timothy. He's had a bad accident as
you can see with his no good hands, and he'll be staying here with us today. I'm sure you guys will get along nicely. Now don't stand there gawking...get your asses in here so we can get this party started."

As embarrassing as it is for Timothy to have to wear those little girl panties, I'm sure it will get worse for him. Having the 2 kids there won't be good for him as well. LOL. By the way, how old are the kids she will be babysitting?

Haha great update. Always liked the idea of a boy being forced to wear panties as a punishment so it was great to see it happen here. As humiliating as it is for Timothy to wear them at least it's better than being fully naked right?

I wonder if he manages to stay wearing them for a long time or if something happens to them...

I’m sure they won’t be on him for long.

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Chapter 9. Twenty Questions


As soon as Muffy and Biff, the two kids who were dropped off so that Cousin Janie could watch them for several hours, had stepped inside, the
two of them were full of questions.

"What happened to your hands?"
"Where did you get those panties?"
"You really set the school on fire?"
"What are those drawings you have all over your body?"

Janie was all ears and smiles as she makes Tim tell his tale to answer all the questions. The most embarrassing question was one Muffy asked
her brother as she leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Is that a boner that boy has pushing out those unicorn panties?"

Tim could hear the question clearly. Maybe the girl really didn't try to hide her question, but was using it to embarrass him. Tim was only
partially hard, not anywhere near a full fledged boner, but the front of the panties are loose fitting at the front, sort of like a pocket where his
penis had little resitance to it sticking out like a sore thumb.

Finally, Janie tells the three kids to move into the living room, and she'll bring out some sodas and crackers. Not more than a moment after
Janie left the room, Timothy feels the glares of the brother/sister duo grow fierce with intensity. The girl takes a couple steps closer. She
puts a hand to Tim's stomach, uses a finger to trace the outline of the octopus that has the two arms that disappear down into the undies.
The finger on the tummy makes Tim tremble, makes his stomach quiver...and dang it, it makes his dick twitch and threaten to get hard. Tim
pulls away and he turns around.

"You got a skinny ass. Are you a vegetarian? Where's your muscle?" asks the boy, and that Biff sure has a mean mouth on him.

"If my mom saw you, she'd say you were a pervert, a sicko, a trans troublemaker. Are you queer?" asks the girl, and Muffy's mouth is
even worse.

Timothy reverts back to his natural timidity, "I'm not answering that." He desperately wants to use his bandaged hands to cover his crotch.
However, covering up would only entice more taunts and jokes from the two other kids. Though it was hard to be brave, he tries his best to
pretend appearing like a tattooed up sissy boy wearing girlie panties is no big deal, that having his dick poking out like a tent pole is nothing
to be concerned about. If only he could crawl into a corner and crouch down. If only he could slip into a coffin and be buried then his troubles
would be over.

"Hey, I want to see your artwork up close," Biff says, and the boy grabs Tim by the shoulders, spins him around. "These shapes are cool. I like
how your nipple forms the corner of this triangle," and Biff squeezes that nipple, gives it a good twist.

"Leave me alone," Tim wants to push the bratty boy back, but he is too scared. It's two against one.

Janie comes back into the living room with a two liter soda bottle and a box of Girl Scout cookies. Rather than provide separate plastic
drinking cups, Janie expects the three kids to happily share the bottle, passing it back and forth like it's a bottle of booze amongst a trio of
drunks. In between gulping soda, Biff continues to comment on the weird drawings on Tim's body, and he keeps grabbing and tweaking the
nipples.

"Tell him to leave me alone. You are in charge here," Tim tells his cousin.

"Tell him yourself. And if you don't behave I'll have to spank you in front of Muffy. I'm sure you'll like that. Hey Muffy, would you like to
see me spank my cousin. I spanked him on his 13th birthday. He looked like he was gonna faint and die. And when I saw him in the
bathtub, his wee wittle weenie sticking up...ha ha, he...he turned so bright red I thought he would catch on fire. Who would have guessed
that in less than a year he would nearly have burned to death at school, all while he was wearing a grass thong."

Since Tim would not cooperate by talking, having decided that silence is the best approach, the other kids finally got bored. They turned the tv
on and Muffy and Biff played a video game, Super Mario. Tim sat down on the floor, and he paid little attention to the action on the tv screen. There had been enough action today. Tim felt tired, like he needed to go to sleep for a week. The cookies and soda caused a short sugary high
and he felt his body crashing. He could lie down on the carpet and drift right off to sleep, regardless of who was in the room or what they were doing.

Janie's phone sounds off. She takes out the phone and it turns out to be Tim's mom calling. Tim's attention dials up as he hears half of the
conversation.

"Yes, he's fine. He's getting on splendidly with the two kids who came over for my babysitting job....Yes, yes, they are treating him okay.
What was that?...sure, sure okay...I'll have it done for you right away....Looking brand new, I got it. Got to stay late?....oh, no, that is late....
Yes, I'll have it done. Good and scrubbed. Got it...I'll see you later on tonight, bye."

Janie pockets her phone, and she stares at Timothy with an amused expression. This expression turns into one that looks both evil and seductive.

"What did my mom want?" Timothy shyly asks, using a soft voice which still got the attention of Muffy and Biff. Those two kids stopped playing,
and they turned to look at Tim. Finally, after an eternity of staring, Cousin Janie describes the most pertinent part of the phone conversation
with Mrs. Tuttle.

"Your mom remembered that you were covered in paint from your stupid art project at school. She wanted me to be sure you got it all washed
off, every bit of it. You are to be brand spanking new clean from top to bottom. Now march your ass to the bathroom and get the water running
in the tub."