Bare Necessities
by David Heulfryn

 

Billy ran upstairs when we got home. He said that he needed to take a shower. I left him to shower and got myself a drink. I sat in the living room and put on the television. I couldn’t concentrate. All I wanted to do was talk to Billy and ensure he was alright.

I checked the time. Billy had been up there for half an hour. I wondered if that was enough time to shower and get changed. I waited another ten minutes before deciding to go and see him.

I tried to be quiet as I gently opened our bedroom door. I looked at Billy’s bed and saw him curled up, facing the wall. He was dressed in jeans, a tee shirt and a jumper. He wore more clothes than necessary in an attempt to get over his enforced nudity. If Billy wasn’t so distraught, I might have laughed.

“Are you alright?” I softly said as I sat on his bed and stroked his shoulder.

Billy sniffed. I knew he was crying. “No!” Billy sounded bitter and angry.

“I’m worried about you. I hate to see you like this.”

“I was fucking humiliated back there!” Billy turned his head and looked at me. His face was a contradiction, his eyes red and puffy from crying but with a look of sheer rage. “Those bastards humiliated me, stripped me and allowed everyone to gawk at me. Even Jenny didn’t help. She did nothing to stop them.”

“I don’t think she could without getting into trouble herself.”

“She could have tried!” He was also angry at his girlfriend.

“Billy, you survived it. We shielded you as best we could. You weren’t caned like I was. It was just being stripped.” Billy opened his mouth to shout at me, “I know you are uncomfortable being naked. That’s why Ross and I tried to help you. Ross never saw anything; I only saw it briefly on the bus home. You are beautiful, Billy.” I brushed away his fringe that had fallen over his forehead.

“I hate that fucking place. It was an accident; I tripped and fell, and they think I did it on purpose, that it was malicious. They think I’m a trouble-maker. Everyone watching smiled as I was forced to take off my clothes. They enjoyed seeing me punished and humiliated.”

I kept stroking his hair. It was still a little damp from his shower. “But it’s over, Billy. You’re home now. The only people that know are Jenny, Ross, me, and no one else. And no one else needs to know. We don’t need to tell Dad. Although if Mum found out, she would probably kiss you and hug you tight and never let you out of her sight ever again.” I joked, and we smiled at each other. It was nice to see him smile again.

Billy turned onto his back so he wasn’t continually twisting his neck.

“How do you do it, Eric? How are you so comfortable being naked?”

“Well, you went naked when you learnt to swim in Cockaigne. You managed to get through that, and I don’t remember it making you feel embarrassed.”

“I was much younger then. I wasn’t body conscious. I hadn’t started puberty yet, and all the boys were the same. None of us cared about being naked because we didn’t understand sex at the time.”

“But being naked is not always about sex,” I said.

“I know. But going through puberty, I put on some extra weight. I wasn’t the fattest kid in my class, but the others did make fun of me. One boy said he couldn’t see my dick because my belly hung down and covered it.”

“That’s awful. That’s cruel.” I ran my hand down his chest and rested it on his belly. “But you’ve lost it all now. Everyone puts weight on as they are growing. But you never had anything to be ashamed of. I always wanted to be like you when you were growing up. You always seemed so grown up, and I was jealous I was younger than you.”

“Thanks, Eric. But it was only a few years ago, and the scars are still raw.”

“I’m sorry, Billy.”

Billy opened up to me and told me things he’d never told anyone before. The bullying and teasing he got at school had severely affected him. He withdrew into himself and became very private. The bullying wasn’t physical, but it was the constant teasing that ground him down. His friend Lochlan tried his best to stop it and support Billy, but the teasing became more subtle.

I was upset that I never knew this was happening. We went to the same school, and I must have been blind not to notice. Back then, we lived in a bigger house and had our own bedrooms, so we never saw much of each other at home. When we did see each other, he was never very talkative. Mum and Dad dismissed it as being a typical teenager. I told Billy, again, that I would stop being naked in our bedroom. Again, he protested.

“Without knowing it, you’re helping me. I know I have a problem being naked, and I need to get over it.”

“Do you want me to get naked now?” I grinned and never expected him to say yes.

I stood up and slowly removed my clothes. Billy watched me intently. His eyes were glued to my cock when I pulled down my sweatpants. I now stood naked, facing my older brother.

“How does it make you feel, Billy?” I asked.

He looked me up and down. “I feel fine. I’m dressed, so it doesn’t bother me seeing you naked anymore. I’ve got used to it.”

“Stand up, Billy.” I told him, and he obeyed, “You must be warm in that jumper. Take it off.”

Billy pulled off his jumper. I watched as his tee shirt rode up and bared his belly. He quickly pulled it down to cover up his skin.

“Take off your tee shirt.” Billy looked afraid. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve seen you bare-chested many times. This will just be one more time.”

He still hesitated, but I nodded encouragement and saw Billy pull off his tee shirt. He threw it on the bed and folded his arms. He held them higher than usual to hide his nipples.

“I have seen your nipples before, Billy.” I smiled and watched as he lowered his arms.

“How do you feel about taking off your jeans?” Billy blushed. “I have seen you in your briefs before. You do sometimes get changed when I’m in the room; you take off your school trousers and pull on your jeans or sweats.”

“It feels different now.”

“It isn’t. You don’t want to spend the rest of the day in those heavy jeans. You’d prefer to wear your sweats. They’ll be more comfortable.”

I could tell Billy was seriously considering taking off his jeans in front of me. I looked down as he unclasped the button and slowly pulled down the zip. I saw a glimpse of his white briefs.

Billy turned his back to me and started to pull down his jeans.

“Turn back and face me, Billy.”

Billy did as he was told and struggled to pull down his jeans with one hand while his other covered the bulge in his briefs.

He finally managed to kick his jeans off and stood with both hands covering his crotch.

“You’re doing really well, Billy. Being naked in front of me is a big step.”

“I’m not naked,” Billy said.

“Not yet. I hope that you will pull down your briefs next.”

“I’m not sure, Eric.”

“You can do it, Billy. I know you can. I’m proud of you, Billy.”

Billy took one hand and pushed it inside his briefs. He cupped his cock and balls while his other hand pushed his briefs to his knees. They fell to his feet, and he kicked them aside. Billy now stood naked in front of me, his hands still cupped his cock and balls so I couldn’t see them, but I did see his dark pubes.

I stepped closer and hugged him. Billy went rigid and kept his hands covering his genitals. I pulled back and looked down at his hands and the pubes that he couldn’t conceal.

“You can do it, Billy.” I encouraged him. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Billy was reluctant to move his hands and expose his cock.

I pointed to my exposed cock, “Look at me. I’m not afraid to show you my cock. I think it’s a little small for my age, but I love the way being naked makes me feel. Seeing me naked, I have no secrets. I am literally laid bare before you, making me feel I have to be honest with you.”

Billy seemed to gain confidence from what I said, and he slowly moved his hands aside. His cock was finally exposed. He let his arms hang by his side, and we both looked down at his crotch.

“You’re beautiful, Billy.” I hugged him, our naked bodies connected from chest to crotch. “How do you feel?” I asked him.

“Strange. But I trust you.”

I stood back and looked at his cock again. “How does it feel to have me looking at your cock and balls?”

“I’ve got used to it now.”

“Would it bother you if someone else was here, perhaps Ross, Dad, or even Mum?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

“But does it mean you won’t hide from me when you change or have a shower?”

Billy laughed. “Possibly,” I gave him a disapproving look, “Probably.”

We stayed naked in our room until we heard Mum and Dad get home.

 

Billy was true to his word, didn’t cover up when he got ready for bed, and didn’t object to me being in the room when he got out of the shower. I would always watch him. I liked looking at him. I was honest when I told him I thought he was beautiful. Billy still slept in his pyjama trousers, and the only times he prevented me from seeing his cock was when I suspected his cock was no longer flaccid. I would proudly show my morning erection when I got out of bed and stretched.

Mum and Dad knew that something was bothering Billy. They wondered why we were home so early on a Saturday. Neither of them bought our white lies. I asked Billy if I could tell Dad as we lay in bed on Sunday night. I knew he would ask me when he took me to my swimming lesson, and I was right.

I felt awkward as Dad asked me before he drove out of the driveway.

“Your Mum is worried.” Dad told me, “She will likely talk to Billy tonight. Will he tell her? I know something happened to him or both of you in Cockaigne.”

“Billy will be alright, Dad. He got into a bit of trouble, but I helped him.”

“What trouble, Eric? Tell me they didn’t cane him?” Dad sounded anxious.

“Nothing like that. They knew he wasn’t a resident, but they did strip him naked and bound his hands behind his back. He was humiliated, Dad.” I started crying, feeling for Billy. “Ross and I found him and took him home. As soon as we left Cockaigne, we could cut the plastic binding around his wrists, and he could get dressed. They confiscated his clothes, so Ross leant me some for him.”

“Is that all?” Dad asked.

“Yes, Dad. I promise. But he has to go back next Saturday to collect his clothes, and he will have to be naked again when he’s there.”

“Does Billy know you’re telling me this?” Dad asked.

“I told him you would interrogate me, so I asked if he wanted me to tell you anything. He realised I had to tell you. But I don’t think he wants Mum to know.”

“I understand,” Dad said. “And I don’t interrogate. I ask out of concern for you boys.”

“He won’t say anything to Mum. Billy is too stubborn to tell her anything.”

Dad laughed. “Don’t underestimate your mother. She can drag it out of him. I suggested she leave him alone, but she doesn’t always listen to me.” He let out an ironic chuckle.

“What are you going to do? Now that you know.”

“I’ll have a word with him. But make sure he knows that I’m not upset or angry with him.”

“I will, Dad.”

We arrived at the CYMA, and Dad parked the car. I wasn’t as excited as I used to be. I suppose it was being back in Cockaigne. I looked forward to seeing Ross again, although we’d been messaging daily.

“What’s wrong, Eric?” Dad knew I was down and not my usual over-excited self.

“I don’t know.” We sat in the car, in the car park. “It all happened to Billy, but I feel strange being back here. I should be racing in there to hug Ross.” I pointed to the building. “But what happened to Billy has taken the fun away from this place.” Dad laughed. “Dad!”

“Sorry, Eric. You were caned in there and forced to wear a chastity cage for a week. That didn’t dampen your enthusiasm. But Billy being stripped naked and not even being beaten has you all subdued.”

“Yes, but I was punished for being naughty. Billy didn’t deserve to be punished.”

“Punishments in Cockaigne are mainly about being a deterrent. Billy was caught up in that. He may not have deserved what happened, but it would deter other teenagers from being naughty. That’s why you need to be very careful in Cockaigne and why your mother never wanted you boys to go there. She never wanted anything like this to happen to you two.”

“It’s still unfair.” I huffed.

“I know, Eric. You must love your brother very much for this to have such an effect on you.”

“I do. I never realised how much until I found him hurting so much. I wished I could take away his shame and humiliation. I did the best I could, Dad. I promise.”

“I know, Eric.” Dad placed his hand on my knee. “Let’s go in. We don’t want to be late.”

When we got out of the car, I ran round to my father and hugged him. “I love you, Dad.”

Dad hugged me and patted my head as we separated. “You’re a good boy, Eric. And an even better brother.”

I don’t know why I expected everyone to feel as low as me, but when I entered the locker room, I saw all the boys excited and behaving like nothing had happened. Of course, for them, they didn’t know that anything had happened to my brother. I noticed Ross in the shower. He beckoned me over. I undressed and joined him in the shower.

Ross hugged and kissed me. “How’s your brother?”

It was so sweet that it was the first thing he asked me. “He’s feeling much better now.”

Dad came over and shared my shower. He wet himself while I talked to Ross.

“Come on, Eric. We need to hurry up.” I jumped and giggled when I felt his hands on me. He was soaping me up and washing me. I felt like a little boy again, and Dad was very thorough. Ross was laughing as he soaped himself up.

I felt Dad’s hands rub my buttocks, delving deep and then between my legs. It tickled my hole and balls, and I felt my cock grow. Dad turned me and rubbed my crotch. He grabbed my hard cock and soaped it. He gave me a few strokes. I enjoyed being washed by Dad. It didn’t feel sexual, despite me getting hard. When he had finished, Dad moved me under the shower spray to rinse me.

Ross and I were now clean and lined up with the other boys. “Where’s Kerr today?” I asked.

“He’s gone through to the pool to see Mr Andersson. They’ve seen each other nearly every day. I’ve caught them having sex again.” Ross giggled.

We were both hard thinking about Kerr and Morgan fucking each other. I’d seen Morgan fucking Kerr on Saturday when Ross took me back to his house, and I wondered if Kerr ever fucked Morgan.

I was absent-mindedly stroking my cock when the gorilla snatched the door open and yelled at us to get in the pool. Kerr was standing with Morgan in the shallow end. I waved at Kerr, and he smiled back.

Ross and I started practising what we’d already learnt.

Mr Andersson came over to us.

“Hi, Guys.” He got our attention as we had fun floating on our backs.

I put my feet down and smiled at him, “Hi, Mr Andersson.” Ross stood next to me.

“I’ve got your Dad and brother looking after the others while I want to concentrate on you guys.” I wondered why we were getting special treatment. “You guys are picking things up very quickly, probably because you are older. I want to move you two on and start teaching you swimming strokes. You pretty much have the front crawl sorted. But I want to refine it with you and then show you the breaststroke and backstroke.”

My face beamed, proud that we were doing better than the others. But it was hard work, and Mr Andersson made us practice more until we got better. At the end of the lesson, he made Ross and I swim the width of the pool with our faces underwater. We could only take one breath. It felt great to glide through the water. We didn’t splash much, unlike the young kids, and swam much faster. Mr Andersson congratulated us as we tapped the side of the pool after swimming back.

“Well done, Guys.” He slapped our backs, “You guys get out and shower while I finish up the others.”

Ross and I pulled ourselves out of the pool and went to the locker room. We were the first in and enjoyed the few minutes we were alone in the showers. Our cocks hardened as we turned on the water, and I reached out to Ross and started wanking him while we kissed.

I jumped when someone slapped my arse. It was Lars, Morgan Andersson’s brother. “Couldn’t wait for the rest of us.” He reached out and grabbed Ross’ cock. I felt jealous that he was touching my boyfriend.

Ross groaned as Lars pleasured him, and I saw the blond boy’s cock thicken and grow longer. It was soon pointing upwards.

“It seems our brothers are having a lot of fun together.” Lars smiled.

“I’m glad Kerr has found someone. He’s been single for some time.” Ross said.

Lars laughed, “That much is obvious, he can’t get enough of Morgan’s cock.”

“Lars, stop,” Ross grunted.

“Leave him alone.” I pleaded with Lars, but he ignored me.

Lars kept wanking Ross, who stood with his eyes closed and a look of sheer joy on his face, even with water cascading over it and making him splutter.

“Stop him, Ross.” I shook him by the shoulder, but he did nothing.

Lars was now grunting as he wanked his cock in time with his strokes on Ross. Unless I physically pushed them apart, I could do nothing to stop it. I didn’t dare physically separate them and get into trouble.

“Please!” I begged anyone to listen, but Ross and Lars were too distracted by their pleasure.

Ross groaned and grunted, and I knew he was close to coming. Lars grunted and sped up his hand on his cock.

“I’m cumming,” Lars groaned.

Ross grunted, his body went rigid, and I watched the boys ejaculate over each other.

Lars kept his hands on their cocks and slowed his strokes to squeeze out their cum.

“You sound like your brother when you cum.” Lars laughed. “See you around.” Lars left us to join his friends at the other end of the showers. I stood under the shower and quickly washed myself. I ignored Ross and dried myself as I sat on the bench by my locker. I wanted to get dressed and leave as soon as I could.

Dad was just coming into the locker room, followed by Kerr and Morgan. I saw him looking for me in the showers, hoping to join me, and was shocked to see me out and drying myself already. Ross rushed to wash himself and then joined me. I ignored him and concentrated on drying my feet, especially between my toes. I was determined not to acknowledge his presence.

“I’m sorry, Eric. I couldn’t stop him.”

I looked at the boys in the showers. Lars was laughing with his friends. I felt his laughter was mocking me.

“Please, Eric,” Ross begged.

I snapped my head around to look at him, my eyes piercing him. “You could have stopped him. You chose not to.”

“You don’t understand, Eric.” I noticed his eyes water, knowing how upset I was.

“Fuck off, Ross. Your cock doesn’t control you.”

I noticed Dad was showering with Kerr. They were both looking over in our direction. They both looked concerned.

“I’m so sorry, Eric.” Ross lowered his head.

“Fuck off and leave me alone.” I snapped at him.

Ross screwed up his towel and went to his locker. I didn’t look at him.

Dad came over and sat next to me. He put his arm around me and squeezed.

“I’m fine, Dad,” I said through a clenched jaw.

I rushed to get dressed. I noticed my father was quick as well. In haste, he didn’t dry himself properly, and the water on his back dampened his shirt. I walked swiftly out of the locker room and stood by the car, waiting for Dad to unlock it. When I heard the click, I got in and put on my seat belt.

Dad didn’t start the car immediately. He looked at me, and I broke down. I cried. I cried like a baby. I cried as if someone had snatched my favourite toy out of my hands. I cried like my boyfriend had betrayed me. Dad let me get it out of my system before he tried to talk to me. He hadn’t seen what had happened in the shower between Ross and Lars, and it hurt me to tell him. Dad tried to reason with me, saying that things were different in Cockaigne, that people enjoyed sexual freedom. But it didn’t help.

“He did it in front of me.” I sobbed. “How could he do that?”

“He was caught up in the moment. Please don’t give up on him. Talk to him when you’ve calmed down.”

“I don’t want to speak to him ever again.” My tears turned to anger.

“Don’t do or say anything while you feel like this. Leave it until at least tomorrow. Sleep on it. Talking to Billy might help.”

I heard my mobile phone beep. “I know that’s him.” I spat the words out.

“What does he say?” Dad asked.

“I don’t care.” My phone beeped again, reminding me the message was unread.

“See what he has to say,” Dad told me.

I rummaged in the pocket of my sweatpants and looked at my phone. “He’s sorry and wants to talk.”

“Tell him you’ll talk tomorrow,” Dad told me.

“He can go fuck himself.” I was still angry.

“Tell him, Eric!” Dad ordered. I looked at him, angry he was making me communicate with Ross. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not letting you walk away from this. It will eat you up unless you have it out with him.”

I fiddled with my phone, typing the message and shoving it back in my pocket. I was now in full stroppy teenager mode as Dad silently drove us home.

I went straight to my bedroom when we got home. I stripped off my clothes and flopped naked onto my bed. Billy was lying on his bed, on his tablet like always. I lay face down, burying my head in my pillow.

“Is something wrong, Eric?” Billy asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Our bedroom door opened, and Dad came in. He shut the door behind him, and I felt him sitting on my bed. He chuckled as he slapped my bare bottom.

“Dad!” I tried to stifle a laugh and sound angry. He slapped my bottom again, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I flipped over to prevent him from slapping me again.

“What am I going to do with you boys.” Dad sighed. “Eric told me what happened, Billy, and I’m sorry you had to suffer that.”

“It really wasn’t my fault, Dad.” Billy put down his tablet.

“I know, Billy. But those are the risks when you go to Cockaigne. Eric is also discovering that people in Cockaigne have a different lifestyle.”

“What happened, Dad?” Billy asked.

“Well, it seems another boy masturbated his boyfriend in the showers after the swimming lesson.”

“In front of me, Dad!”

“I’m not defending Ross, Eric. But you need to talk it out. And it seems things have cooled with your girlfriend, Billy. I’ve got one son with girl trouble and one with boy trouble.” Dad chuckled.

“I’m not sure I can go back, Dad,” Billy spoke softly. “I was humiliated in front of her. I’m not sure I can look at her again. She tried to help me afterwards, but I behaved like a baby. She must think I’m so immature.”

“Have you spoken to her since?” Dad asked.

“No. I can’t face it.”

“So you’ve not even messaged since you came home on Saturday? You’ve left her dangling. She’s probably worrying about you, and you haven’t sent any messages. Unbelievable. You boys have a lot to learn about being in a relationship.”

Billy blushed.

“Now pick up your tablet and send her a message saying that you are alright and you’ll speak to her tomorrow.”

“But Dad!” Billy protested at Dad interfering in his relationship.

“Do it, Billy!” Dad ordered.

I laughed, “He did the same to me.”

Billy typed a message, “Done.” He put his tablet down again.

“You can’t blame her for what happened,” Dad said. “If she did nothing, then there was nothing she could do. Please don’t blame her for your humiliation. But be grateful your arse isn’t black and blue like Eric’s was.”

I sat beside Dad, “I would have rubbed cream into it for you, Billy.”

“I’m not letting you anywhere near my arse.” Billy laughed.

“I don’t blame you,” I got up, turned around and bent over to give Billy a full view of my arse, “It’s not as nice as mine.”

Dad slapped my bottom again as I sat back down. “You boys seem to feel much better if you’re teasing each other.” Dad stood up, “And I’ll be taking you back to Cockaigne on Saturday to get your clothes back.”

“No, Dad. I’m not going back. I’m never going back.” Billy was firm in his decision.

“You are going back. We are getting your clothes. If you don’t, there will be a mark against your name and should you ever want to go back in the future, you will be punished.”

“But I will never go back, so it’s not a problem,” Billy said.

“You are going back. You have no idea what the future holds. You need to keep your options open. I know it will mean being naked again in public and in front of me. But at least you won’t be bound, whipped or forced to wear a chastity cage. No physical harm will come to you. Afterwards, I will bring you straight back if that’s what you want, or I can take you to meet up with your girlfriend.” Billy lowered his head. He knew there was no point in arguing with Dad. “You have a week to get used to the idea.”

“Can’t I go alone, Dad?” Billy suggested.

“You could, but that would mean you would be naked on the bus, walking naked through Cockaigne and dealing with the officials at the Security Office. If I take you, then you can be naked in the back seat of the car where no one will see you. I will drive directly to the Security Office so that you won’t be walking naked in the streets of Cockaigne. I can then sort it all out at Security.”

“Suppose so,” Billy mumbled.

“So you need to start getting comfortable being naked around family. I suggest you start by sleeping naked.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“Just remember, you can both talk to me any time. And,” Dad looked between us, “give your girlfriend and boyfriend time to explain. Don’t go off half-cocked and start shouting or accusing them of things. Understood.”

“Yes, Dad.” We said in unison.

“Now, I suggest you both have an early night. Switch off all phones and tablets so you aren’t disturbed, and take the time to think or even talk to each other.”

Dad left us alone in the room.

“I’m sorry about Ross.” Billy told me again, “You’ve done nothing but talk about him for weeks. I bet your mate, Zack, is feeling underappreciated. And I bet you’ve not told him about Ross.”

“Yes, I have.” I interrupted.

“Have you told Zack that Ross is your boyfriend?”

I blushed, “No.” I mumbled.

“He’s a good kid, Eric. It won’t bother him that you’re gay.”

“I don’t want him to think that I might fancy him. Because I don’t.”

“Then tell him. But he may be more upset that you haven’t been honest with him.”

“I’ll think about it. I’m going to clean my teeth.” I went to the bathroom, not bothering to put any clothes on.

Billy joined me in the bathroom, and we shared the sink, frothing at the mouth with toothpaste. It was like we did when we were younger. Mum and Dad made us both do everything together. Get ready for bed, brush your teeth, and have your bath. As little boys, we were inseparable.

Back in the bedroom, Billy started to undress.

“Are you going to do what Dad told you and sleep naked?” Billy blushed, “I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

Billy took off his tee shirt. I watched him strip like I did on Saturday. He’d not been naked in front of me since that day, so it was time he did it again and started to get used to it. He pulled down his grey sweatpants to reveal his white briefs. I was pleased that he didn’t try and cover himself.

“Don’t be afraid. Just pull them down so that I can see.” I sensed he needed a little encouragement.

“You really do have a beautiful body, Billy,” I told him once his briefs were at his feet and his cock was revealed. “I’ve seen lots of bodies at the pool, and yours is the most beautiful.”

“More beautiful than Ross’?” Billy asked as he went to turn off the light.

We got into bed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I fidgeted, enjoying the feel of the cool duvet on my naked body.

 

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