Billy's Next Big Day

After his humiliating experience at the Coopers' house Sebastian Kemp was vigilant, looking for any way to get revenge on Paul Cooper and his friend Tristan. Robbie and Sean too of course, but they hadn't done much, just watched. It was Paul and Tristan that he really wanted.

He was delighted to get an opportunity as soon as Tuesday. Word had already spread, he could tell by all the kids calling him 'Big Boy' when they talked back to him, mostly second [12-13] and fifth [15-16] year pupils. He was on gate patrol when Paul and Tristan came rushing up the road and came through the gate just as the bell rang.

“You have to be here before the bell goes, not as it goes” he told them as he wrote down their names, ignoring the group that had come in behind them. “That's an after school detention for both of you.”

“Yeah, okay Big Boy, whatever” sneered Tristan. “My Dad wanted me to help in the garden after school, now I can read my book instead. Thanks. But you'll pay for this anyway.” He looked straight at Sebastian's crotch and smiled. “In my mind's eye I'm watching you come.” As the two of them walked away Sebastian wondered if all that was true or just bravado made up to spoil his triumph.

Sebastian was hesitant when his friend Rory phoned and suggested another outing the next Saturday, this time by bus to another town so no need to provoke Billy's weird sense of humour with shorts. He asked him to come to the house about 8:30 so they could catch the first bus after 9, as you can't buy return tickets any earlier. “If you're worried about Paul, don't be” he reassured him. “He's going to Tristan's, I heard them talking about it. And even if he wasn't, you're not going to fall for the same trick twice, are you?”

Sebastian arrived at the Coopers' house just before 8:30 on Saturday. To his relief Rory and Billy had the place to themselves. Or so it seemed, but a few minutes later the front door opened then slammed and Paul walked in looking disgruntled. “No-one there” he said disgustedly. “Tristan must have found something else to do, or maybe his dad's taken him somewhere. He might have told me.”

“I was just going to make some coffee” said Rory. “Do you want some?”

“Yes, please” replied Paul. “While you're making it there's another psychology experiment I want to show Billy. A real one this time. Sebastian can help.”

Rory looked incredulous. “Last time he tried to help you he finished up naked in front of everyone, playing with himself. Do you really think he's going to fall for the same trick twice?”

“No, of course not. Why would I want to do the same thing twice? It's boring. And anyway there's no-one here to watch and no Tristan to frighten him into doing it. But I tell you what. You know I've got my school trip money in my desk upstairs? I'd be in trouble if I lost that. Well, you can take it and give it to Sebastian if I hold him down, or take any of his clothes off, or ask him to touch himself, or let anyone else do those things. Okay? Happy now?”

“I suppose so, but it's not me you need to convince, is it? It's up to Sebastian if he trusts you or not. You can't blame him if he doesn't.”

Despite his bad memories Sebastian had a natural desire to be helpful and didn't want to seem paranoid or cowardly. “Well, if you think I can trust him to keep his promises and not do anything bad....” he mused.

“I've never known him to break a specific promise” conceded Rory, “but sometimes he's very careful about what he promises and sometimes it's misleading so just be careful.”

"Oh please say you'll help" pleaded Billy, trying to be the sweet kid you want to be nice to, not the tyke who strips you naked for a laugh..

“Well, okay, those promises sound pretty water-tight to me. I can't see any ambiguity there” said Sebastian. “If that's the case I may as well give it a try while you make the coffee.”

“Right, okay then, thanks” said Paul. He looked at Rory. “Strong, with milk and two sugars please.” He turned back to Sebastian. “This is going to start just like last time, but don't worry, it won't end like it. Lie down on that sofa and rest the back of your head on the arm rest.”

Reassured by the promises he'd been given Sebastian did as he was asked. Paul got a dining room chair and placed it next to the sofa at the end where Sebastian's head was and sat down. “Now I'll sit here just behind your head, as if I was a psychiatrist and you were my patient, okay? Comfortable?”

“I suppose so.”

“Good, now raise your arms above your head and take my hands in yours...... That's it...... Now let go a second....”

Sebastian let go of Paul's hands and moments later felt cold metal on his wrists as he heard the click of the handcuffs locking. He tried to move his arms but found he couldn't move far, the handcuffs were attached to something. As he struggled with this Paul walked rapidly to the other end of the sofa, put his feet through loops of rope and quickly tightened the slip knots.

“Not held down by me or anyone else, but tied down instead” gloated Paul. “Now I can tell you. This is another experiment to demonstrate how stupid and gullible even clever prefects can be. Rory thought you won't fall for it twice. Looks like he was wrong, doesn't it? You can't move your hands can you? That's because the handcuffs are tied to the leg of the sofa with a short rope. So are your feet. We tied the ropes early this morning and hid them under the sofa so you wouldn't see them.” Paul was so grateful his parents had spent all that money on a solid oak framed luxury suite, that trick wouldn't have been possible with most sofas.

“Now, I promised not to take any of your clothes off didn't I? Well, I won't then, but I didn't promise not to do this.” He tugged Sebastian's shirt out of his trousers and started rolling it up towards his neck. “Billy, pull his trousers down to his ankles, but just his trousers, leave his underwear alone.”

Billy enthusiastically complied and Sebastian found himself lying there nude from neck to ankles apart from a pair of briefs. “Do you remember what you said last week when Rory asked you to get his clothes back?”

Billy thought for a moment. “I think I said something like 'Make me! I want to see them shave his dick!'”

“Not something like. That's exactly what you said. Well now, go and bring me what you'll find in the garage where Dad's car goes when it's here and we'll see what we can do.”

Billy went off happily. After a minute or so he returned, accompanied by Tristan, Linda, Alice, Alice's sixteen year old sister Becky, and six others, four girls and two boys. Sebastian wondered who they were for a moment then he realised they were most of the kids he'd got detention by catching them being late on Tuesday. Their ages ranged from thirteen year old Eric, who turned out to be in Billy's class to sixteen year old Laura, a classmate of Paul and Tristan.

“Hello again, Big Boy” gloated Tristan, as everyone gawped at the half naked prefect tied to the sofa. “I told you you'd pay for getting us detention on Tuesday when we weren't really late, didn't I?”

At that moment the door bell rang. Billy went to answer it and soon returned with his friends James and Tim.”You're late” he chided them. “You got here just in time. I thought you were going to miss it.” He pointed at Sebastian and turned to Tim. “Now do you believe us?”

“Well, seeing is believing” said Tristan cheerfully. “And last week some of us saw how much Big Boy loves to show off. Now it's time for those of us who haven't seen it yet to see why Big Boy is called that. When you're ready Billy.”

Billy had been ready since the moment he was told about the plan. He darted over to the sofa and pulled Sebastian's briefs down to his ankles. “As you can see, 'Big Boy' is sarcasm” said Tristan. “For someone his age that's tragic.”

As everyone gasped and giggled at the sight Rory returned from the kitchen carrying four mugs of coffee. He looked at Sebastian's predicament and said “Looks like you're getting Paul's school trip money. I'll go and get it for you.”

“I don't think so” said Paul. “Remember what I said, and what you said. I'm very careful about what I promise because I don't break them. Am I holding him down? Have I taken any of his clothes off, or asked him to touch himself, or let anyone else do those things? Did I promise not to tie him up? Or move his clothes around? No to everything, I think you'll find.”

Rory thought for a moment. “He's right, you know. He's kept all his promises and if you're daft enough to make the same mistake twice, well, sorry, but that's your problem. I did try to warn you.”

Perhaps Rory remembered the threats from last week and didn't want to risk it. Perhaps he didn't want to spoil things for his siblings. Perhaps he really did think Sebastian had asked for it. Either way he just stood there sipping his coffee and watching as Tristan started rummaging in a bag he'd brought with him.

The first thing Tristan produced was a short length of string. He made a loop in one end of it and pulled it over the tip of Sebastian's penis, then pulled the loop reasonably tight. Then he gripped the other end of the string and pulled upwards, lifting it until the penis was pointing vertically upwards away from the body, held that way by the string. “Billy, come and stand behind the sofa and cop hold of this” he instructed.

Next Tristan produced a towel which, with a little effort, he arranged under Sebastian's backside, then a small pair of scissors which he used to trim Sebastian's pubic hair as short as he could without cutting his skin. As he worked he started singing a parody version of an old Pink Floyd song. Sebastian wondered how long it had taken him to compose, it was too apt to be spontaneous.

Mother, should I run from precedent?
Mother, should I trust in this event?
Mother, do you think they'll try to shave my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, do I learn at all?

Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put lots of new fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You'll look just like a baby after me

After Tristan had finished with the scissors he produced a can of shaving foam which he sprayed on the area and spread around with a shaving brush. Paul brought a bowl of warm water from the kitchen and Tristan got to work with a Bic razor scraping off every bit of Sebastian's pubic hair.

When this was finished Billy dropped the string and Tristan flipped over the part of the towel that was hanging over the edge of the sofa so it covered Sebastian's front. He patted and rubbed through the towel to dry Sebastian off and also 'cop a feel' although luckily no-one realised that. Sebastian felt what he was doing, of course, but thought it was an unsuccessful attempt to make him get an erection. That was something Tristan had hoped for and would have been his excuse had anyone noticed.

“There, all finished” said Tristan happily. “Baby Big Boy does look healthy and clean doesn't he? Well, slight change of plan.” He reverted to a new version of his parody song for a couple of lines:

Mama's bored with you right here under her wing
She gonna let you fly but only after you sing

Reverting to normal speech he added “and what better song for a happy and healthy Big Boy to sing than Bobby McFerrin's 'Don't Worry Be Happy?'” This was a record that had been a recent hit so everyone knew it. “I wrote some of the lyrics out in case you've forgotten them. No need to sing the whole thing just what's on the card will do. Here, Billy, hold this where he can see it.” He handed Billy a piece of card with writing on.

“And Big Boy, we know how much you love showing yourself off but please get on with it. We're not going to let you go until you do, and some of us have stuff to do.”

Sebastian thought that compared with what he'd already been through singing a few lines of some stupid song, although embarrassing, was pretty small beer and if that's what it took to end this thing then so be it. He remembered the tune (who doesn't?) and started to sing what was on the card.

Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now

An awkward place to lay your head
Somebody tied you to your bed
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no pubes, ain't got no style
Ain't got much dick to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
(Look at me I'm happy)

Now there, is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy, be happy now

He hadn't expected another parody version (Tristan seemed quite good at them) until he got to the altered words but sang them anyway – anything to get this over with.

“That's it folks, show's over” said Paul as the song ended. “You might not want to be here when Big Boy gets free and I'd like my house back so if you don't mind....”

The room gradually cleared. The kids from detention wandered off in ones and twos, Billy went off somewhere with James and Tim, Linda left with her friends. “Don't try any more revenge Big Boy” cautioned Paul. “If you do someone might tell your fellow prefects to check out what's in your trousers and find out why you're called Big Boy. I don't think you want them seeing that.” He pointed at Sebastian's newly shaved privates. “Or perhaps something else will happen. But you won't win.” He untied the knot attaching the handcuffs to the rope, unlocked the cuffs and put them in his pocket and walked out of the room, accompanied by Tristan.

Sebastian's feet were still tied so he had to shuffle awkwardly down the sofa until he could reach to free them. Then he pulled his trousers up and his shirt down and stood up. He looked at Rory. “Thanks for your help” he said sarcastically.

“I tried to help you” Rory replied. “I warned you about how specific Paul's promises are and I warned you to be careful about trusting him. But you didn't listen did you? You wanted to be the nice guy so you volunteered for his 'experiment' even after what happened the last time! You don't learn and you got what you didn't have the sense to know you were asking for.

“By the time I knew what was happening you were tied up near enough naked. If I'd tried to interfere I'd most likely have ended up the same. And then they'd probably have shaved both of us. I couldn't have stopped them anyway so why should I risk that to save you from what you agreed to after I warned you not to?”

Sebastian thought for a moment. Then he said “Well, if you put it like that..... Yeah, you're right. Sorry. I should have had more sense. And there probably wasn't anything you could have done against all that lot anyway. Oh well. Live and learn, I suppose. Remind me not to make that mistake a third time. Is that my coffee?”

As Sebastian drank his coffee Rory added “Make sure you do live and learn. No more 'revenge' and no more dodgy detentions that aren't really warranted. That's what got you today. You heard what Paul said and he'll do it too. Someone like Phil Shiner and his mates would think it's a great laugh to take your pants down in the common room if they knew what I know, and Paul knows, you know what he's like. Just drop it.”

Sebastian did indeed know what Phil Shiner was like and knew this was good advice. But he didn't want to take it, he wanted revenge if possible. He resolved to think about it later as he finished his coffee and walked to the bus stop with Rory.

The End