Sarge

Willard

It had been a tough two days for Willard. As the only son of the richest family here for the meeting, he had to ensure that the other important kids understood their position in relation to him. The first kid he met, Ethan Neptune, hadn't understood. It wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, but mostly by virtue of being a year and a half older, he did succeed in scaring the boy enough to make him pull his pants down for the long ride from one of the upper floors to the lobby in the glass-lined outside elevator. To Willard's surprise and joy, Ethan, who was twelve, still wore briefs. Light blue ones on that day, and Willard pressed him up to the window to let anyone outside see him. Since the upper floor elevators were accessible only to those with a golden key card, he didn't have to worry about it stopping until it reached it destination, and he refused to allow Ethan to pull his pants back up until just as the doors started to open. There were four other kids with the proper key card waiting, and two of them were girls.

Of course, Ethan's older brother, Ryan, came with a plan to make amends, but once it was explained to him that his father's standing at the meeting was determined by Willard's father, he relented. In fact, he relented so much that on the same elevator, Willard had him remove his pants and the boxers he wore, and Willard stood on Ryan's pants as Ryan faced the world bare from his shirt tails to his socks until the elevator reached the lobby. Unfortunately, this time there was nobody at the bottom there to witness the event, but at least several people on the sidewalks did see the boy as he turned from the glass and struggled to pull his pants on over his shoes. Willard pitched the boxers in the first trash can he passed.

Next, some kid named Ed dared to splash him while he was in the pool. Willard had no idea who Ed was, and doubted if the boy's family even was part of the meeting on the top floor, but it didn't matter. The boy was no more than eleven, and soon his bathing suit was hanging from the door to the pool. The outside of the door. Willard watched as Ed pointed him out to two other boys, one of whom went to recover Ed's suit. Once dressed again, the three of them left the pool. Willard didn't care if they told or not. His father owned the hotel, and he knew that nothing was going to be done about it.

The next day, Kyle Johnson refused to wait for his own elevator and entered the one that Willard had called. There was a rivalry between the Clampetts and the Johnsons, and Willard couldn't let this upstart have his way. Things quickly deteriorated between the two thirteen-year-old boys. It quickly became apparent that Kyle had some training and skill in martial arts. However, Willard's training was not about showing off like so many kids with so called black belts learned; Willard was trained in the art of attack, and he quickly defeated Kyle. With threats of more pain, Kyle removed his pants and boxers and exited the elevator on the 37th floor. In his only showing of respect, Willard allowed him to keep his cell phone, knowing he'd need it. The fire escape stairway doors only opened from the hallway side on the upper floors unless unlocked during an emergency from the lobby. The only way Kyle had to get to his floor was to go back to the lobby, sans pants, and get a new card, or call someone with a card to bring the elevator to him. Willard hoped it would be Kyle's sister who would be called upon to rescue him.

But today, Willard didn't want to have to deal with any of the lessor families. Not that he minded what he did – total humiliation was not only rewarding in its own right; he also got a real kick looking at the other boys. The thought that he, alone, could get away with such humiliation filled him with joy, and with a need. A need he couldn't fill in his room, that due to the meeting he had to share with his sister.

But being the son of the owner of the hotel came with benefits. One of them was having access to things he shouldn't have access to, like the roof. He'd been in the right place at the right time once and managed to pilfer the master set of maintenance keys. And that gave him access to a place he could be alone. Months ago, he'd managed to get one of the patio chaise lounges up to the roof, where he now lay in the sun. It was a place he came to each day to take care of the business he couldn't do in his hotel room.

His shirt was curled up to act as a pillow, and his shorts and boxers were around his ankles. He had just finished jacking off, the tissue he used to shoot into blowing in the breeze. His eyes were closed, as he lay, almost sleeping, re-living what he'd done to the five rich kids. Well, four rich kids for sure, he wasn't sure about the one named Ed. He was getting hard again, but he'd hold off until his balls had a chance to recover.

The six boys moved slowly, being careful to place their feet flat on the gravel covering the roof so as not to stir it and make a noise. The sound of the wind blowing at this height blocked Willard from hearing the small sounds they did make.

They had seen him use the roof the day before, and knew he left the hatch open. They had practiced what they planned several times on the patio until they could work as a team and without making a single mistake. Each of them had a job and knew what to do and had practiced it several times.

The first warning Willard had was when the nylon stocking wrapped around each of his wrists and the arms on the chaise lounge, preventing him from moving them. A second later, just as he tried to sit up, another one went around his neck and over the sides, holding his head down.

The six boys came into view. Ryan and Ethan Neptune, Kyle Johnson, and the boy named Ed. The other two boys were the ones who had recovered Ed's suit in the pool, and Willard correctly guessed they were Ed's brothers.

"You guys are so screwed," Willard said. Then he felt the hands on his shorts. "Don't you dare!"

The boys dared. In moments, Willard was completely naked and still bound to the lounge. "Shit, look at that," Kyle said. "His dick isn't more than four inches long. And he's what, nearly fourteen?"

"I'm going to…" Willard began, but Ryan cut him off.

"You aren't going to do shit, except what we tell you to do." Ryan turned and directed the two boys with cameras to make sure the pictures showed enough of the background to show that they were on the hotel's roof.

"You'll delete those pictures," Willard said, trying to sound defiant. But it was difficult to be tough when you were naked with a boner in front of six fully-dressed boys.

"You'll be free in a few minutes," Ryan said. "After that, do your best. I dare you. I hope you do. Because if you try to do anything to any of us, it will backfire." Ryan turned to the boys who had just finished taking pictures from far away and were now taking some close-up shots.

"How much are we taking with us?" Ethan asked.

"All of his clothes. You can leave his shoes. And put his phone in his shoes, he'll need it. But make sure you have his golden key card."

Kyle was just starting on his job. Using the shaving cream and razor he had brought with him, he made quick work of the few hairs Willard had around his dick. He deliberately touched it a few times just to make sure it would stay hard.

Ethan and Ed gathered up Willard's shorts, boxers, and shirt. Once they had everything and the other boys had the pictures they had planned, Ryan told them to get off the roof.

Ryan waited until the last of them was done the iron rungs in the wall and on the top floor of the hotel. He heard the door to the maintenance room open and then close.

"I'm going to untie your arms," he said to Willard. "We've practiced this and we know you can get the one around your neck by yourself, but it will take you a few minutes. Have a nice day. If you tell on us, you'll wish you hadn't. If you don't, we'll be in touch."

He picked up Willard's cell phone, but it needed a fingerprint to unlock. That was easy. He entered the phone number into his cell phone, and then put the phone back inside a shoe and untied the nylon stocking from Willard's left hand. Expecting Willard to try and fight back, he stepped back and stayed out of reach of that hand as he untied to right wrist.

"I'm, uh, sorry for what I did," Willard said. "Please don't leave me up here naked. We can resolve this."

"I am resolving it. I'm leaving you the same way you left Kyle. And I've checked, and your sister was still in your room. Or you can call the front desk, or security. It's your choice. But I recommend you not involve any of us."

"My father can't find out about this," Willard said. "Please, I'll do anything. Just have your friends bring my clothes back and delete the pictures."

"Yeah, right, you must think I'm dumb. You get your clothes, the pictures deleted and then what? I have a good idea of how you will respond at that point. Good bye for now, Willard. Like I say, if you don't want those pictures out and about, don't tell anyone who did this to you. You can make up any story you like, as long as none of the six of us are included in it."

Ryan left him there, knowing the other boys would have taken care of the rest of the items on the list.

It took Willard the better part of ten minutes to get the nylon around his neck untied. But now he had to decide his next move. He had his phone and shoes and nothing else. Without his golden key card, he couldn't even get to his floor let alone into his room. And even if he could, he couldn't face his sister if she saw him like this.

And the boys had pictures. And he knew they all had social media accounts under false names. If they were as smart as him, the real owner was all but untraceable. And if those pictures appeared somewhere and his father found out, he'd be royally screwed.

He thought about it for another five minutes and still didn't know what to do. Then his cell phone rang. He looked at it and saw it was his sister calling. He answered it.

"Willard? Are you okay?" she asked. "Some little kid just knocked on the door and dropped your clothes in front of it."

She would have known any of the other boys, so it had to be that little brat he didn't know, Ed. Now that he had her on the phone, he knew there was only one thing to do. He told her where he was. He had to give her directions to the maintenance room and told her to find the keys in his pants in case Ryan had locked the door behind him. He felt like crying when he hung up.

When she arrived, she wasn't alone. Three other girls were with her. All of them within a year of Willard's age. And none of them had his clothes. He used his hands to hide his privates.

"No, no, Willard, that won't do," his sister said. "I've hidden your golden key card somewhere. I'll tell you where, but first you need to put your hands in the air and let us have a look at you."

Willard kept his hands in place. Until his sister said, "Okay, call us when you change your mind," and started to head for the hatch that led to the floor below.

"Okay, okay," he said. It took all the will power he had to move his hands from in front of his privates. He knew all of the girls with his sister, they were daughters of some of the up-and-coming women at the meeting. And they were going to remember him like this for the rest of their lives.

The girls giggled as they got a good look at Willard. "He looks like he's ten," one of the girls said. "Such a small thing and no hair; I never would have guessed." The other girls, including Willard's sister, joined in her laughter.

Once their interest was satisfied, Willard's sister said, "Your golden key card is in the planter next to the elevator. Lock the door again when you leave the room downstairs. Your clothes are in the room. Have a nice trip, we're going to go have lunch. And don't even think about complaining to dad or mom unless you want to explain how and why you were up here on the roof with the missing chair from the patio."

The girls were waiting in the hall as Willard exited the maintenance room. He had to be reminded to lock the door, which would prevent him from going back inside until he could get to the keys that were now in his sister's possession.

Once the door was locked, the four girls ran off to the elevator laughing. By the time Willard got there they had already started their way down. Willard had to stand naked in the hall, hoping and praying that no one else would come to use the elevator, until it came all the way back to the top floor.

The elevator didn't take long to rise. Since it was a gold badge elevator, only people on the gold badge floors could call it, and there were only five gold badge floors It stopped at the lowest one, and then continued up.

Willard was thankful that whoever got off had not been coming to the top floor. He had his gold key his hand, ready to insert it into the elevator the moment it arrived. But as the door opened, Ryan, Ethan, and Kyle were inside, and Ryan grabbed the golden key card out of Willard's hand.

Ryan used his card to take them to the floor where his room was, one down from Willard's floor. As the door opened, he let the other two off and then said, "I'll give you this if you press lobby and stay inside." He showed Willard the key he had taken from him.

With his sister gone, if Willard got off here he wouldn't be able to get anywhere. He tried begging, but when Ryan stepped back and lowered the hand holding the key, Willard stopped the door from closing and hit the button for the lobby. Ryan leaned in, saw the button was lit, and tossed Willard's key into the back corner of the elevator. As soon as Willard went after it, the doors closed and the elevator started down, with a totally naked Willard stuck inside the glass cage on the outside of the hotel.

As the elevator slowed at the lobby level, Willard was struck with a new fear: What if other people were to get on? He couldn't use both hands to cover himself because he needed one to insert his golden key card into the slot in order to get the elevator buttons to work again.

The door opened, and three more girls and a boy entered. Their faces did not look startled, and Willard suddenly realized that all of this was coordinated by Ryan, and that his sister had to be part of it too. As the door started to close, the three girls forced Willard's arms behind his back while the boy used his card to take them to the same floor that Ryan, Ethan, and Kyle had gotten off at. He gave up. There was nothing he could do except to allow the girls, and the boy, to examine him.

Once it reached the floor the boy had entered, they all got off. Finally, alone again, Willard was able to get to his floor and then into his room. His clothes were on the bed, and so were the keys to all the maintenance rooms. He decided he was going to stay in the room the rest of the day and ordered lunch from room service.

That night, his sister laughed when he went to the bathroom to change into pajamas. "I've already seen everything you have, you don't need to go in there to change," she said to him. He ignored her and changed in the bathroom anyway.

The next morning, he had to leave the room, as his sister said they girls he had met yesterday were on their way to visit and he couldn't face them again after they had seen him naked. He went to restaurant instead of the breakfast bar because it was darker and more private and had breakfast. He had just finished eating when his cell phone indicted he had a text message.

He didn't recognize the number and almost didn't look, and then he remembered Ryan saying they'd be in touch. He read the text, which told him to check out the towels in the pool area and that he'd better hurry.

The pool area was empty, and Willard went straight to the towel rack. Nothing appeared out of normal. He looked behind the towels, under them, and didn't see anything of interest. He picked up the top towel and shook it, and a piece of paper came flying out. Willard ran to it and picked it up.

It was a photocopy of one of the pictures showing him clearly naked and on the roof. He ran back to the towels and grabbed the next one, which also had a picture in it. And the next one, and the one after that. He was just reaching for the last towel when an attendant came up and demanded to know what he was doing.

Willard turned to him and quickly hid the pictures behind his back. "I'm Willard Clampett, and my father is James Clampett, the owner of this hotel, and unless you leave now I'll call him and have you fired."

"I don't care who the hell you are, I'm not folding all these towels again. And I think I'll call your father and tell him what you said. My dealings with Mr. Clampett have shown him to be a fair and kind man."

It was the first time in Willard's life that an employee at one of this father's hotels didn't cringe in fear when threatened. And Willard knew that this man was right, his father was much more likely to punish Willard than the employee. He had to change his tune. "Look, I need to find something. I'll refold all the towels after I'm done. Did you see any kids fooling around with the towels since you put them out?"

"You're damned right you'll refold them towels," the attendant said. "And the only person I saw messing with the towels was you." What he didn't say was that the three crisp hundred dollar bills a boy had given him to allow the boy to put the towels out made him not ask a single question.

Willard wanted to show him one of the photocopies and ask where he got them, but he knew he couldn't. If this guy was brave enough to call the owner of the hotel to complain about the owner's son, he sure as hell would tell him what was in the towels. "I'll refold them, just give me a few minutes," Willard said to him.

The attendant backed off. He already looked inside one of the towels and saw the picture and decided to keep it, just in case. The towel it had come from was put on the bottom of the stack. He watched as Willard carefully searched the towel, surprised that this one didn't have a picture folded inside it.

Willard turned and looked at the attendant, who met his stare without looking away. Willard couldn't hardly accuse him of taking one of the pictures, but he was sure he must have. He'd have to let it go and hope it didn't hurt him in the end.

His phone alerted him to another text message. He read it. It was from the same number and told him to meet in room 3914 in two minutes.

"Uh, look, I have an important meeting to go to," Willard said to the attendant.

"I ain't folding them towels again," the attendant said.

"How about if I pay you?" Willard asked.

The attendant looked around, making sure nobody was watching. "Three hundred dollars," he said. Doubling his bribe money would be a lot more than his daily wages.

Willard shook his head and smiled, preparing to whittle the man down. "Twenty-five is more like what I had in mind," he said.

"I thought you said you was in a hurry for that important meeting. You'd better get started on them towels or I'll complain about what you did. And I'll ask security to have a look at them papers you took out of my towels."

"Okay, okay, three hundred," Willard said. It didn't matter, you had almost seven hundred in his wallet and anything he wanted in the hotel he could simply charge to the room.

"It's four hundred now," the attendant said. "Or I make the calls."

Knowing he was defeated, and knowing the attendant knew it too, Willard gave him the money and hurried to the elevator. He still had almost twenty pages with pictures of him naked on the roof in his hand that he knew he had to get rid of.

Willard had already guessed that room 3914 was Ryan Neptune's room. Ryan answered the door, but his brother Ethan, Kyle Johnson, and Ed were there too.

"I see you found our gift," Ryan said. "See how easy it was for us to get the pictures out? Just think if we were to go through the halls, especially the lower ones, early in the morning and fold other pictures into the morning paper."

Willard hadn't even thought of that, and he couldn't take the chance that they might do it. "How much do you want?" he asked, thinking that the entire world moved with money.

"You mean money?' You've got to get over yourself. Our parents are rich, maybe not as rich as your parents, but close enough. Except for Ed here, and I've already taken care of that."

"Then what do you want?" Willard asked, fearing what the answer would be.

"Come here, and I'll show you." Ryan took him over to a laptop computer and showed him an image. "You can buy it about two blocks from here. You will put it on and give me the keys. If you do everything else we want, when the meeting is over I'll give the keys to your sister. If you try and screw with us, I'll lose them."

Willard's eyes went wide as he stared at that they wanted. "But the meeting lasts for ten more days," he said.

"I heard there is a lot more negotiating than they expected, it may last longer. Regardless, you will invite us up to the roof before two this afternoon, and then you will put this on. We will then discuss how you are going to spend the rest of the time here. Call me on the phone number I've been using." Ryan held up a cheap phone, and Willard realized it wasn't Ryan's phone, it was a pre-paid phone.

A little after one, he texted the number, not wanting to speak to Ryan. "I'm on my way to your room," he texted.

The clerk at the store had looked surprised when Willard told him what he wanted and asked how old Willard was.

"I'm old enough to pay cash for it," he said. "And I know how much it costs," he added before the clerk could try to cheat him.

"I'm out of that model," the clerk said after looking where it would have been. Willard read the tag under the empty slot and saw it was the model he was told to get. "There is this one here; it is similar and costs twelve dollars more." Willard had bought it for the price that was on the sticker below the slot.

"That's not the right one," Kyle said as soon as Willard had shown it to them once they were all on the roof.

"The store was out of that model," Willard said.

"That's okay, this is even better," Ryan said as he looked at it. "Okay, everything off and then put it on."

Willard had a horrified look on his face, which Ryan ignored as he repeated his order, this time adding, "Unless you are done playing our game and want to be exposed in tomorrow's papers."

As incredibly humiliating as it was, Willard got the message. He stripped down to his boxers, then paused, hoping for some sign of pity. But when no such sign appeared from any of the boys, he removed his boxers and stood there naked.

"You're going to half to get rid of that in order to put this on," Ryan said when he saw that Willard had an erection.

Willard's blood flowed to two places – his face and ears, turning them bright red, and his dick, making it even harder and causing it to twitch uncontrollable.

"I, uh, I can't do it here, not with you watching," Willard said.

"You'd better find a way before we go and make more copies of one of the photos," Ryan responded. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his brother making an adjustment inside his pants in an attempt to hide his own erection.

"I didn't make you guys do this," Willard said, hoping to avoid having to jack off while the four boys watched.

"Look, I'm getting tired of this. Either find a way to put this on or be prepared to explain to your dad who pictures of you naked appeared in dozens of newspapers tomorrow." Ryan picked up the folded papers Willard had placed under his pants. "Or maybe I should just scatter these off the balcony."

There would be no way to explain that, and Willard believed that the boys had alibies that would cast doubt on him if he tried to say he was forced to do it. He began stroking his dick, trying unsuccessfully to block out the sound of Ed laughing.

It took a while, much longer than it would have taken if he was alone, but eventually Willard brought himself to the end point. His watery cum sprayed out in several bursts before just dribbling down the side of his dick.

"Okay, before you get horny again, put this on," Ryan said as he handed the chastity device to Willard. It was a clear plastic tube, bent at a forty-five-degree angle down, and with small spikes on the inside walls. It had a small hole at the end to allow him to pee, but he would not be able to touch is penis until it was removed. It included a ring that went behind his balls to hold it in place and was locked with a special key. Ryan had kept both of the included keys.

"The keys are custom made for each of these, to get a replacement you have to order them on line," Ryan said once it was secured. "In order to do that, you have to know the number that is on the back of the band around your balls. You might be tempted to have someone tell you the number, but if I find out about it you'll be seeing your pictures in places you don't want them seen. Got it?"

Shamed beyond belief, all Willard could do was nod. His favorite toy, one he played with every morning, was now locked away and under the control of a lesser person and there was nothing Willard could say or do to change that.

"Here is what you need to do in order to get us to delete the pictures. Every morning, you will invite us to the roof. We may, and probably will, invite friends. You will strip and work on your tan. When we leave we will take your clothes with us and give them to your sister. She will stop by, and she also might, and probably will, bring friends. The only promise I make is that that no one will hurt you, and no one will take even a single picture of you."

Without another word, the four boys gathered up all of Willard's clothing and left him alone. Half an hour later, his sister and four other girls arrived. The girls all took turns touching his balls and rubbing the tip of his glans through the pee hole. This had the desired effect, except that as his dick tried to harden it couldn't and was painful.

It went on that way for the next ten days. The boys in the morning, frequently with the son of one of the people at the meeting, and sometimes with someone who was probably just enjoying the hotel from one of the lower floors. In the afternoon, his sister, and always with at least one girl. Again, sometimes a rich one, but sometimes someone from lower floors.

And at night, his sister had another rule – no pajamas for him. He slept naked, except for the thing around his dick.

At the end of the ten days, as the meeting was ending, the boys met on the roof with Willard's sister. Ryan gave the keys over to her, and asked her, "Are you going to release him?"

"I guess someday I'll have to," she said. "For now, I've been washing him with cotton swabs as best I can."

"He must be getting more and more desperate," Ryan said. "I don't think I could go ten days without going crazy if I couldn't touch my dick."

"Then it shouldn't take too much longer before he'll agree to any terms I put forward before I'll consider it," she said. She smiled as she saw the look on her brother's face. "Just think of all the people around where we live that you have bullied and pantsed and made fun of. All of them need to have a chance to get some revenge. When we get home, I'll have to poll them and see what they want from you.

"But we aren't going home for another four days," Willard pleaded. He moaned in pain as his dick tried to get hard again.

"I'll tell you what," his sister said to him. "You spend the next four days writing down every person in our neighborhood you have humiliated and bullied, and how you will pay them back, and if I think you've done a good job I'll set it up. Once you have finished, I'll let you out of that, but only for a few hours. I think maybe you need to wait until we go back to school before I take it off permanently. In fact, maybe I'll just send the keys to one of the upper classmen in charge of your dorm."

The look of horror on Willard's face was the look his sister would remember for years to come.

The End