This choice: Trevor, 15, CPR certified, nerdy • Go Back... Trevor walked quickly down the sidewalk with a little skip in his step. He was really excited to babysit at the Tyke's house. He'd heard a few horror stories about babysitters getting pranked and figured it was just bad babysitting.
The only thing that really worried Trevor was one story he heard of a babysitter getting pantsed. Apparently the Tyke kids pantsed some poor babysitter while he was standing in front of their parents, waiting to get paid. They pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to the floor, leaving him standing there naked in front of the grown ups. The worst part was that the Tyke mom got a good look at his dick and said, "Wow! You're kinda small for your age, aren't you?"
Trevor wouldn't be able to stand that kind of humiliation. He'd never be able to babysit again if something like that happened to him. He even hated showering after gym class because he always felt so self conscious about everyone seeing him 'down there'.
The only bad thing that had ever happened to him while babysitting was in the dark. He was standing on the balcony all by himself drinking a Mountain Dew. One of the kids that was supposed to be sleeping got up for a drink. He snuck right up behind Trevor and pulled his shorts and undies down to his knees, exposing his butt. The kid laughed and Trevor sent him back to bed, but Trevor was always scared about it happening again. He knew he was a pretty average size in front, but he dreaded the idea of being exposed and laughed at.
No, today would be just fine. He was prepared for anything these kids could throw at him. He had a plan. He was going to keep them all busy playing games with him, everything from tag to hide and seek. Trevor figured the kids would be too worn out to try any pranks on him, especially not pantsing. They'd be grateful for all the fun games so there's no way they'd embarrass him like that, right?
Trevor had no idea how horrible the Tyke boys actually were. These boys didn't stop at just pantsing their babysitters. They would wedgie them, smack their butts and their balls, and even make them run around the house naked looking for their clothes. These boys were expert pranksters. Most of the babysitting mishaps weren't shared with outsiders, mostly because the babysitters were too embarrassed to let anyone know what actually happened. Would you really want everyone to know that a bunch of young boys wrestled you to the ground, stripped you of your clothes, and made you bark like a dog, naked on all fours, begging for your clothes back?
Trevor rang the doorbell confidently. He knew that the bad stories were probably just rare occurrences. There's no way that kind of thing happened to every babysitter, right? I mean, really, every babysitter getting pantsed, humiliated, and hit in the nuts? There's no way! Trevor seemed to be trying hard to convince himself that it was all impossible, but he still had a sinking suspicion that everything he'd heard was true. As he heard the commotion behind the door of the boys yelling and running up and down the stairs, he slowly realized that if these boys were truly as bad as people said, he didn't stand a chance.
Trevor was right about one thing: he didn't stand a chance. The Tyke boys were ready for tonight. Everything from water balloons to smelly socks and even a bunch of rope had been gathered for tonight's event. The Tyke parents would be going to dinner and a concert. There was no way they were getting back until at least 2 or 3 in the morning, giving maximum time for late night babysitter pranking and torture.
The Tyke parents answered the door and welcomed Trevor into their home. He walked in nervously, second-guessing his decision.
"Oh, hi Trevor! Glad you came by early. We forgot to make dinner reservations so we wanted to head out now," Mrs. Tyke began.
Mr. Tyke jutted in, "Yeah, we can't spend too long at the restaurant or we'll miss the concert later."
Mrs. Tyke continued, "The boys are really excited to meet you. I guess they've got a bunch of games planned! They've been running around and whispering all day!"
The Tyke parents looked at each other and laughed. They had witnessed a few of their boys' pranks in person, like that babysitter with the small penis getting pantsed right in front of them. Other times they checked the video from the outdoor home security cameras and saw a babysitter running from the front door to the back door, naked. Yet they never seem to fully grasp how horrible their boys actually are or what they really do to their babysitters.
"Don't worry, Trevor, we've told the boys to be on their best behavior for you tonight. If they don't listen to you, they'll be grounded for a week. Isn't that right, boys?"
Trevor looked up the stairs, seeing all five boys looking at him, smiling.
"Yes, Mom, we'll listen to him," they said in almost perfect unison, which Trevor found a little creepy. Nevertheless, he did feel better knowing that the Tyke parents already had a punishment lined up. He could use that to make sure they all behave.
The Tyke parents grabbed their things and rushed out the door, barely saying goodbye to their kids. Trevor stood there, astounded that he was now actually in charge of all these boys.
"Well boys, my name's Trevor. I heard you like to play games. I like to play games too. I'll play along with everything you've got planned. What do you want to do first?"
The boys snickered and giggled toward each other. Trevor had no idea what he had just agreed to. His worst fears and more were about to come true.
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