By Jamie
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Caught: Chapter 3
Duncan, Barry and
Oscar loved dares. They had been daring each other to do silly things
since they were boys. Sometimes things were exciting fun occasionally
they had all gone wrong and 3 of them had felt the hand or slipper of
their fathers as a result but that was a price worth paying for the
adrenaline rush. Only once had it really gone wrong and a school caning
had put them off their pranks but only for a while. The next dare was
set, the last of the current set of 3 and it was Duncan’s turn. The
gang were now 14 and in year 9 at their all boys school.
Oscar came up with a good dare. The boys had a swimming lesson once a
week and their PE master Mr. Robertson had told them ever since they
started at the school aged 11 that any boy who forgot his trunks would
have to swim naked. He had been true to his word and twice boys had
been so instructed but both these times were when they were all younger
and the poor naked boys didn’t have much to hide given most of them
were still prepubescent. Other times boys had forgotten but had managed
to find a pair in lost property or borrow one.
The dare was
set - come to school and deliberately forget your trunks. Duncan took
the challenge believing he could find an alternative. Swim lesson was
fourth period right before lunch. On the day they caught the bus to
school and the dare started. Duncan began to frantically search through
his bag when they over halfway to school having been joined by a few
mates. He was scrabbling through the bag and muttering under his
breath, "shit, shit, shit" and looking distressed. Barry and Oscar were
impressed with his acting. Another friend Nick asked, " what’s the
problem Duncs?"
Duncan looked up seemingly distressed, " I
can’t find my trunks, I had them on my bed ready last night. I’ve got
my towel but no trunks! Shit". He threw the bag on to the floor as a
smile came across Nicks face, "well guys we all know what that means".
And they all started laughing. Duncan looked stressed and for a moment
began to worry that he wouldn’t find a pair before 1130am.
The next 3 hours were a blur for Duncan as he tried unsuccessfully to
borrow a pair and then at break time went over to the PE office and
searched in vain for any there. Unfortunately for him the 2 pairs that
were there the day before had already been removed by the other boys!
The odds were now firmly stacked against Duncan.
The ribbing
from his friends continued after break during the next lesson, one boy
drew a picture of a pool and a boy naked on the side and then it made
its way round the class whenever the teachers back was turned. Smiles
and suppressed giggles made Duncan feel queasy he was going to have to
go through with it as it was a matter of honour, so saying he was ill
was not an option.
Unfortunately, the drawing was towards
the end of the lesson intercepted by Mrs. Thomson, their form mistress
and geography teacher. She took the paper off a boy and looked at the
drawing, eyebrows raised. "Interesting boys, I thought only little
children smuggled notes round the class, not 14-year olds. Can anyone
enlighten me the story behind this exquisite artwork? Who is the new
Hockney in our midst."
There was a lot if laughter and she
pressed on, "Come on then. Mr. Artist reveal yourself". Bryan
reluctantly put his hand up and said it was me Miss.
“Okay and what is it all about then Bryan, please share I’m intrigued?”
“Well Miss it’s a bit sensitive,” he tried to say. “Bryan I’m a married
woman with 2 sons I’m not exactly an innocent wall flower. I can see
the subject of your artwork is naked, the size of the penis though is
not that impressive!”
More laughter including that from the nervous Duncan
“Well Miss it is a future drawing of what will happen in the next lesson.”
“Oh yes,” she smiled, “so you have swimming with Mr. Robertson?”
He nodded, and she smiled putting the clues together, “So who is the
unlucky boy who will be swimming naked in” she looked at her watch, “in
15 minutes time?”
There was silence as no one wanted to say,
Barry kicked Duncan under the desk they shared and whispered, "all part
of the dare mate". Slowly Duncan put his hand up to cheers from his
classmates
"Duncan. Well I’m not teaching next period I may
have to find myself bringing a message to Mr. Robertson.” The look of
horror on the poor boy’s face was a picture. “But until then boys
enough; this geography not art. Let us continue.” She put the drawing
on her desk. Soon the bell rang and as the class trooped out the room
Mrs. Thomson smiled and said good luck to the condemned young man who
reluctantly followed his classmates to the swimming pool.
The pool was a good sized indoor heated pool and had open changing area
at one end. Mr. Robertson was waiting for them as the class entered and
get chivvied them along to get changed. Duncan approached nervously as
the full impact of the dare weighed heavily on his shoulders, he had
been caught out!
"Yes Harrison."
"Sir I seem to
have forgotten my trunks Sir and I’ve checked lost property and there
are none Sir.” Mr. Robertson appraised the boy, shrugged his shoulders,
and said simply, "well you know the rules" and pointed to the changing
area.
As Duncan walked over the others gave him a cheer and
each were pleased it wasn’t them. They had of course all seen each
other naked in the showers but this was different, 45 minutes the only
one naked and the punishment too. The boys were changing, each happily
putting on his regulation black trunks, Duncan was down to his
underpants, took a deep breath and off they came but for him that was
it he was ready to swim like it or not.
As per normal the
boys were required to line up facing the pool and Mr. Robertson who was
gently tapping a plimsoll in his hand. He appraised them and looking at
Duncan smiled
"Well this is the first time in a while. We haven’t had a nudie this term. Mr. Harrison please step forward."
Duncan did as he was told nervously. "Well you know the penalty for forgetting your swimwear don’t you? "
The boy nodded glumly. This dare was turning out not only to be embarrassing but was now going to be painful.
"Right bend over the bench boy. Legs apart."
The boy did as instructed, legs apart, willy hanging down his classmates looking on.
"Boys let this be a lesson. Get yourselves organised not only for
school but for life, for work." He whacked Duncan twice with 2 rapid
spankings, the sound echoing round the pool and the bottom of the poor
boy turned pink.
"Right lets gets on with things, warm up of 4 lengths please."
The boys and a grimacing Duncan jumped in the pool and began to swim.
The rest of the lesson just carried on as normal and Duncan soon
relaxed as they were in the pool for most of it. As they were coming to
the end with about 10 minutes to go, Mr. Robertson called them all out
of the water, he said they’d finish with some diving of the spring
board.
As they were lining up ready to dive, the door to the
pool opened and Mrs. Thomson popped her head round the door. Mr.
Robertson looked up smiled and waved her in. Duncan’s face was a
picture as she walked up towards the boys. She took in the view and saw
clearly the naked boy in the line.
"Sorry to disturb your class Mr. Robertson but needed to pass a message to the boys."
He smiled, “No problem at all Mrs. Thomson after all they are your
class. Lads listen in. The boys stood there, facing Mrs. Thomson all
with big smiles except the embarrassed Duncan who knew that if he tried
to cover up Mr. Robertson would call him out, so stood there everything
on show to Mrs. Thomson.
"Boys just a quick announcement to
say that afternoon registration will be in the Art room not our room
because it is being set up during lunchtime for a lesson so you cannot
go into it at all over the break. See you all then. Thank you, Mr.
Robertson."
"No problem. Right let’s continue with the
dives." He paused smiled, "Harrison why don’t you show Mrs. Thomson
your diving skills".
The class all laughed as poor Duncan
flushed red, this is not the dare he expected! He had no choice but to
do as he was told, waking to the springboard standing there buck naked
and of course once he started to bounce his willy bounced too, causing
much amusement, he dived in and swam to the side having to get out just
in front of the teachers
Mrs. Thomson looked at the wet boy, "very impressive Duncan".
More laughter as she said thank you to her colleague and turned leaving
with a big smile on her face, what an excellent way to finish the
morning. Poor Duncan was embarrassed, his two comrades in arms high
fived at the success of their dare. Duncan’s mind turned to what dare
he could give Oscar as pay back. An hour or so later, the class
gathered in the art room with Mr. Sanderson the art teacher. Mrs.
Thomson had told him about the swimming lesson. She took the register
and as she left, she turned to Mr. Sanderson and said,
"I don’t know if you do life drawing at this stage Mr. Sanderson but Harrison I’m sure would be an excellent model".
The class fell about laughing, Duncan joined into a certain extent, the
dares always came with a risk and he accepted that he had been well and
truly caught out. Ah well on to the next one, he thought.
Caught Chapter 4
The boys all now 15 looked at each other serious game faces as they
prepared for the next big dare. The only question left to answer was
who would do it. The 3 of them had been daring each other for the last
few years and were increasing the risk as they got older. They had
agreed to up the staked and for this next one it would be riskier as
the " volunteer" wouldn’t know what the dare would be until it
happened.
The question therefore was who got to be the
volunteer, they decided to draw lots. One of them had read about the
way roman soldiers drew lots - sticks of equal length but one shorter,
the loser was the one with the shortest. The boys were fascinated by
the story that told them when the legion had performed badly, the
soldiers were grouped in 10s and drew lots the, soldier who drew the
shortest straw was executed! Given their live of risk they all agreed
to choose this method, although of course death was not on the cards,
though the loser risked humiliation and potential punishment if caught
doing the dare. The three sticks were prepared and placed in a bag
which was shaken vigorously.
Barry smiled, " ready lads, chose a stick and hide it until we each have one”.
Duncan and Oscar nodded, each taking a stick. Barry reached in and took
the last one. They stood in front of a table in a line, a ruler had
been placed on it, they would place their stick touching the bottom of
the ruler, the loser would then be clearly seen.
"On the count of 3... " said Barry.
Together they said, " 1,2,3" and laid their sticks. Barry and Duncan
whooped and high fived as Oscar stood there looking at his small stick
and wondered what the dare would be. He was excited yet also nervous.
"Well done mate" said Duncan slapping Oscar on the back. "We have 24
hours to come up with the dare , we shall let you know. And no limits -
we all agreed!"
The other 2 nodded, it was there gang,
they’d each had done different dares over the years such as going to
school no underpants, running round the block naked, stealing a girls
panties off a washing line, naked in swim class and other crazy stuff.
Oscar headed off leaving Duncan and Barry to make their plans, it did
not take long as Duncan already had the idea. He had thought if it a
year before after he had been humiliated at the swim lesson standing
there naked in front of their form teacher Mrs. Thomson. Little did
Oscar realise that this was a dare in which getting caught was
inevitable!
Barry and Duncan finished putting the final
touches to their plan. The gang had finished their summer exams and
only had to go into school on a few specific days, but the school was
of course still running. Their boys’ school was adjacent to the girl’s
school, they were run as separate schools but as children got older
some classes were mixed in some subjects. The plan involved a large
linen basket housed in the small boarding house.
It was
Friday morning and just after 10 am when the 3 boys arrived at the
boarding house which stood next door to both schools. To the rear of
the house was a large entrance where supplies were delivered including
the linen which was sent away to be washed industrially like hotels.
There were 3 large wicker baskets stored outside. It was a bright sunny
day and the dare would begin. First Oscar was blindfolded as agreed and
led round the back. No one was about at this time of day, as the lads
led their friend into a small room. Here they stripped him naked, he
had been told only to wear shorts and t-shirt so it didn’t take long.
Oscar began to worry slightly but wouldn’t wimp out and lose face. They
led him naked outside, opened the linen basket lid and lifted him up
deposited him inside.
"Now we are going on a little walk
Oscar. When we stop your dare is to escape and then make your way back
here without being seen. Okay?"
Oscar nodded, the lads
grinned at each other, checked the time and getting a move on picked up
the basket and began to carry it to their chosen destination. The route
luckily was clear, and they did not meet anyone so 5 minutes later they
had got to where they wanted. They put the basket down, checked he was
okay and told him to wait about 5 minutes before he began his escape
attempt.
They smiled high fived and left the scene. What
poor Oscar didn’t know was that they had closed the lid and done up the
straps, so escape was impossible. More importantly it was now 1025 am
in the morning and the basket was in the middle of the sixth form
recreation area of the girls school and mid morning break was due to
start in the aforementioned 5 minutes time!
Oscar was
beginning to get worried by this point. Where was he and how would he
get back to his clothes? He knew the others wouldn’t have left him in
the middle of a street but where was he? It was totally quiet except
for the sound of cars a little way away. He worked out he was not in a
public area. He pushed the lid upwards and it gave a little but
wouldn’t go any further. He pushed harder but no it wouldn’t budge.
"The bastards” he thought “they’ve tied the straps; how can I get out".
He started to panic a bit as it dawned on him that unless he found a
way out he would be relying on someone undoing the straps opening up
the lid and finding him inside.....naked! This was going to be worse
than Duncan’s nude swimming! A few minutes passed and then suddenly he
heard voices, a fair few getting closer as they did, he realised they
were girls voices! Oh God where have they put me?
His mind
worked out very quickly that given the short distance they had carried
him in the basket it could only be one place - The girls school!!!
The voices were louder now, and the girls were talking about the basket
being left in the middle of the playground. The girls sounded like
older girls. He shrank inside the basket knowing discovery was
inevitable in the next minute or so if the girls had decided to look
inside, after all why wouldn’t they! He heard the straps being undone,
the voices.
Outside the basket one of the senior girls was
taking charge, Deputy head girl Tabitha Fowler. She was a striking tall
girl, 17 years old, who took her role seriously. She undid the two
straps and cautiously lifted the lid, looked inside and spotted the
quivering naked boy. She smiled and shut the lid down.
"What’s inside?" the other girls all wanted to know.
"A little present for yes it seems for us, girls, " she paused for effect before adding "a naked boy!"
This pronouncement was met with squeals of delight and disbelief.
Inside the basket poor Oscar was now really scared, what were they
thinking of, he was in the middle of the girl’s playground naked!
The lid opened again and sets of eyes peered in. Oscar looked downwards
not daring to have any eye contact. Tabitha spoke in a stern voice
"Boy what on earth do you think you are doing? Look at me when I am speaking to you!"
He turned his head slightly and looked up. He had a pleading look on
his face. Tabitha gave an instruction to another girl to fetch the
prefects and then she spoke to him
"We shall get to the bottom of this but first we must deal with you. How old are you boy?"
"15" he stammered
"So old enough to know better."
She shut the lid again and shortly afterwards he felt the basket being
picked up and carried quickly. He heard a door open and the basket was
carried inside. Words were said and there was movement and it seemed as
if a lot of people left the room. He heard the straps being done up
again. More footsteps a door closed and then there was silence. Oscar
didn’t know what to do. He pushed the lid, but it was shut tightly. He
was locked in but clearly no longer in the playground but where was he
now. He could do nothing but wait. Time passed slowly and then he heard
the door open, footsteps but no speaking. The straps were undone, the
lid lifted, and Oscar opened his eyes blinking in the light. More faces
more eyes looking down at him including those of Tabitha. She gave him
the demand he had dreaded but instinctively knew would come
“Stand up boy"
He had no choice, standing up his hands hiding his modesty. As he rose
to full height he saw he was in a room which looked like a common room,
with armchairs and some desks, noticeboards...it was the prefects room
for the 12 senior girls of the school of which it seemed all of them
were there. All aged 17 and 18 they looked on in amusement at the
quivering naked boy.
"Well well well ladies look at our
little present. Mind you we don’t yet know how big it is yet! Let’s see
shall we" said Tabitha grinning. "Hands by your side boy"
Oscar had no choice and so reluctantly moved his hands exposing his
willy which was quite small soft nestled in his pubic hairs on top if
his balls.
"Aw how cute" laughed Tabitha.
"Maybe he’s a grower" said another girl causing a ripple of laughter. Oscar blushed.
"Step out."
He clambered out as best he could and stood there naked in front of
them , some were standing others reclining in their comfortable chairs.
"What shall we do with you boy that is the question? Ladies
we have a naked boy in our room, we have 2 options I think: firstly we
could fetch the Headmistress and leave it to her to deal with him or we
could take the appropriate action ourselves before returning to
wherever he came from. Umm where did you come from?"
Oscar stammered, "They brought me here from next door Miss"
"Isn’t he cute calling me Miss, girls. You seem to have lost your
school uniform. I’m pretty sure next door boys wear grey trousers,
white shirt, tie and blazer unless they’ve changed the uniform code
since my little brother went to school this morning."
They all laughed; Oscar stood there shame faced looking down.
“Well we must decide. Headmistress or us. I know let the boy decide. Who shall we have deal with your situation boy?”
Oscar looked up at her, his eyes pleading, but realised that he was in
a no-win situation. It was clear that allowing these young ladies do
what they wanted would be safer than being dragged naked to the
Headmistress which would no doubt lead to his ending up before his own
Headmaster. And that would result for sure with him bent over in the
Headmasters study for a caning! He shivered in his frightened state,
looked up and said quietly “you please.”
“An excellent
choice” Tabitha said smiling broadly. “Right come over stand in the
middle so we can all see you.” He did as he was instructed and now
stood in front the group of 17 and 18-year-old girls all looking at his
naked form. “He is a good little boy isn’t he girls”, she looked down,
“mind you he seems to be getting bigger!”
Indeed, poor Oscar
was, he instinctively knew without looking down that his willy was
starting to grow, plumping up and now half risen in his acute
embarrassment. They laughed and he felt small in their presence, these
girls in their school uniforms, with prefect badges and the deportment
of seniority and he a naked little boy in their presence.
“Well I think we deserve to see it in its largest form, don’t we?” They
laughed and agreed, “well boy, grab hold of your little thing and make
it bigger.” He hesitated, and Tabitha spoke louder and more harshly,
“that is an instruction boy not a request.”
Oscar
reluctantly took hold of his willy and self-consciously began to pull
it up and down and of course it wasn’t long before he was fully erect,
his willy throbbing with excitement and embarrassment.
“Good
boy.” Tabitha waked away and chatted quietly with a few of the girls,
there was a conversation Oscar couldn’t hear but he was certain it was
about him a she stood there forlornly erect and wondering how on earth
he had gotten int o this situation. Tabitha turned around and walked
back to him. She smiled and spoke,
“Right stand there, legs
apart, hands behind your back, look up.” She paused as he complied.
“Good. Now a few questions before we decide your fate.” She then
proceeded to fire off rapid questions
“Name” “Oscar”
“Why? “It was a dare”
“What do you want to do now?” “Get dressed”
“What would you do for us to let you do that?” “Anything” he said without thinking
“Anything?” He nodded reluctantly.
She looked at her watch. “Well its almost time for our afternoon
lessons little Oscar. So, I’m afraid its basket time for you.” One of
the girls opened the lid, “in you get. We will be back for you in 2
hours’ time. Time for you to reflect on your, what word shall I use,
ahh yes, I know your predicament. That’s a good word. Now pop yourself
in there, and we see you later. No playing with yourself mind, that’s
for our enjoyment later.” He looked shocked, “Oh yes Oscar you are not
leaving here until we’ve seen you in action.” The lid was closed,
straps done up and then the bell rang, the girls left, and it was
silent again. Oscar was still naked, alone and very much afraid.
Time passed slowly as he sat on the bottom of the basket awaiting his
fate. He heard the school bell, half way , the next bell would signal
the return of the prefects and his utter humiliation of that he was
sure. Oscar waited in silence, his thoughts all over the place. He
promised himself this would e the last dare he would do. The dare to
end all dares!
Meanwhile over at the boys school Barry and
Duncan were getting worried, where was Oscar? They walked over to the
girls school and checked out the 6th form girls courtyard, there was no sign of the basket. Where had Oscar been taken? Had he been discovered?
The bell rang, time was up and shortly after he heard the door open and
the girl’s voices. Nobody came over to the basket and he worked out
that they were all waiting he assumed until everyone was present.
Outside the girls sat relaxing looking forward to the show. Tabitha
entered chatted with a few and then she and the Head Girl, Florence,
walked over to the basket as another girl locked the door. Oscar was
now locked in with the prefects and no one would disturb them. The
straps were undone, and the lid opened.
“Ah there you are
Oscar; hope you have had a comfortable afternoon. I’ve been hard at it
with double Biology, alas it wasn’t human biology” said Tabitha, “I’m
going to put that right. Human biology – today’s lesson: the teenage
male. Out you get.” There was laughter as poor Oscar climbed ungainly
out of the basket, his willy fully on show. They stood him in the
middle facing the girls in their chairs.
“We have devised a little quiz for you Oscar. Now be careful you answer truthfully. Understood?”
He nodded. “Right let us begin. Our quest is to find out all about the
teenage male. First question – how old were you when you started
puberty?”
“13”
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Every day”
“Do you have wet dreams?”
“Yes”
This brought laughter. Tabitha smiled and asked, “has your mother ever commented on your sticky sheets?”
He blushed profusely, his willy at half mast bobbing up and down. “Tell the truth now Oscar” she reminded him
“Yes” he said quietly
“Oh, how embarrassing for you, knowing your mummy knows all about your
nocturnal emissions, as I think they are properly called. Boys are so
messy”.
“Has anyone else every masturbated you?”
“Yes”
“Tell us”
“my girlfriend has done it”
“Have you ever had sex?”
He shook his head.
“How big is your willy, we know all boys measure theirs”
“5 inches”
By this time, his willy had gained its full length pointing upwards to the ceiling.
“Let us check then “
A girl walked forward with a ruler and began to measure his willy to the amusement of the others,
“5.2 inches” she announced
“Still growing then Oscar… time to see if it is in full working order.
Nice and slow now we want to watch you masturbate or wank as I think
you boys call it. Off you go there’s a good lad.”
Oscar began to masturbate and despite his embarrassment found that he
was feeling incredibly horny with the situation. He was soon into full
jerking off mode and knew he was close. He was pumping furiously, and
the girls sat there fascinated until with a grunt he exploded sending a
stream of white sticky cum out and followed with more smaller spurts.
He let go, he was breathing heavily, and his willy erect, bobbed up and
down with a globule of cum hanging from its end. The girls were
delighted with the display. There were a few cheers and whoops. The
ecstasy of cumming was immediately replaced with a feeling of deep
humiliation at being so used. Oscar hung his head not wanting eye
contact.
Tabitha walked over and with one finger under his
chin lifted his head up whispering, “open your eyes and look at us
there’s a good little boy”.
He had no choice and felt awful as he looked at these girls laughing and joking at his expense.
“My my my, what a good display for us young Oscar has put on. Now I
understand ladies that it takes a little time for a boy to recover
before he can go again, so I think its time for me to hand over to our
esteemed Head Girl Florence. Florence stood up and walked over to Oscar
as Tabitha resumed her seat.
“Now Oscar you are
probably thinking about when you are going to get out of this, well my
job as Head Girl at this school includes ensuring that the girls follow
the rules. My prefects and I can give out detentions if any girl is
found breaking the school rules. I know it is the same at your school
too, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
“So boy, it is
punishment time as I’m sure you should be wearing school uniform. Back
in the good old days I have read that prefects at boys’ schools were
allowed to cane naughty boys. Sadly, I don’t have a cane, but I do have
a gym shoe. Bend over that chair.” Oscar hesitated and she raised her
voice “Now”.
He reluctantly complied and she moved his legs,
so they were wide apart. They had positioned the chair so he was side
on to the watching girls, every whack would send his willy up and down
for all to see.
“I think the phrased used is always Six of the best.”
She stepped back and delivered 3 sharp whacks in quick succession. He
yelped and as his bottom moved forward his willy waggled, and the girls
laughed. She ran her hand over his bottom, stepped back and gave
another 3 hard blows. He cried out a little and immediately put his
hands to his bottom to try and ease the pain. He was jumping up and
down a bit, unaware of his bouncing willy which was hardening again.
Florence spoke sternly, “let that be a lesson to you boy, come into our
school again like this and it won’t be us it will be the headmistress.
Understood.”
He nodded glumly. This was the worst dare experience ever.
Florence sat down and Tabitha stood up a broad smile on her face. She
walked over and gave a smoothing rub to his sore bottom which only
served to harden him at the front. She flicked his erection and
announced, “it looks like Oscar is ready for round 2”.
The
poor boy looked at her in astonishment, when would this humiliation
end. As if reading his mind, she patted his bottom reassuringly and
added, “do not look so worried Oscar, after this you will be free to
go. We’ve got some clothes for you to wear, just need to get you out of
here without being seen; but first we want you to perform again.”
She led him over to the other side of the room where there was a table
covered in a blanket. On the table were 2 large cushions and a towel.
The girls all stood up and gathered around and he was instructed to
climb and kneel on all fours like a dog. Tabitha place the towel on top
of a cushion and then wrapped it over the one on top thus forming a
protected space between the two. It dawned on Oscar what they were
going to tell him to do.
“Now Oscar, I know a
little boy like you hasn’t had sex before, you’ve told us this, so we
thought it might be a good idea to give a bit of practice. You need to
put move up to the cushions, put your willy in the hole and then slowly
move back and forth. I’m quite sure if you are anything like my brother
you’ve watched lots of porn so will know what to do. Off you go”
Fully aware of these young ladies standing so close to him, Oscar did
as he was told and started to penetrate the cushions working up a
rhythm his little pert bottom, still red and stinging form the
slippering, going up and down as he went back and forth. He was
enjoying the sensation but hating the fact that he was an exhibit
almost as if he was in a zoo. He sped up and received a few encouraging
slaps to his bottom which stung ,he was panting and breathing fast as
he got faster and then he knew he was close and as he came inside the
towel he gasped and his body tensed, his toes curling in ecstasy. He
had ha d his eyes closed and opened them slowly to see all the girls
smiling, some wickedly, some amusingly and some just happy to have
watched the spectacle.
He pulled out, the sticky towel removed and the turned him over, so he was lying down on his back on the table.
“Well that was quite a show Oscar. Notice girls how quickly a boy resumes his normal size once he has done the deed.”
One of the girls reached forward and had some paper towels and wiped
him clean. “So, Oscar that’s it you are free to go, though maybe one
two of us might have you round to our homes to give us a private show
sometime. Tell us who put you in the backset and we can arrange to see
them too, you could watch maybe?”
For the first time that afternoon Oscar smiled. “I’m sure that could be arranged” he replied.
They had got him some shorts and a t-shirt and together with a few of
the girls he helped carry the basket back to its rightful place where
his clothes were still where they had been hidden.
Tabitha called him over, “remember what I said, here’s my number, call me and let’s see what your friends are made of.”
Oscar headed home smiling despite is ordeal. It had been the most
embarrassing thing in his life, but so damned sexy too. That evening he
lay on his bed, turned out his light and slowly masturbated and came
for the third time that day, relieving what he had experienced at the
thought of revenge.