Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My Stepmother, Part Two
by David
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copyright 2005 by David, all rights reserved

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter Five:  In the Hands of Angels

Once Marie and her friends had me out of sight of the house
my resistance faded.  I gave up being dragged and I followed
along somewhat willingly.  It was a good thing, too.  That I
was willing, I mean.  Lisa had somehow acquired the bamboo
stick Juanita used on my butt the day before and she was now
vigorously using it to prod me along.

"Come on, slave boy, don't dawdle.  What's the matter,
'fraid of going anywhere without your mommy?"

THWACK!!!

I squealed as she slashed at my bare butt with that stupid
stick, but I didn't say anything.  I was too busy trying to
keep from being knocked off my feet as Marie and Nora pulled
me along by my hands.  I wanted to stop and knock the
smirking blond girl's lights out, but the way things were
going, I was actually afraid she'd beat me up instead.  She
was, after all, a head taller than me, as was Nora.  Marie
was more my size, but for some reason she intimidated me
more than the others.

Rather than start a fight I did the safe thing.  I just
nodded my head and did as I was told.  

Just like a good little "slave boy."

I'd never been in Mrs. Taylor's garden maze before and I was
stunned at how large and complex it was.  Thick shrubs
formed long corridors and passages that went on for hundreds
and hundreds of feet.  Some paths came to a dead end while
others led in multiple directions.  Some parts looked new
and recently trimmed; others were much older, looking
decrepit, almost ancient.  Occasionally we'd pass an old
fashioned sculpted birdbath or a fountain that trickled
water.  There were also sculpted figures scattered about,
mostly fairy-like creatures and the occasional dreaded
cherub.  They were basically naked stone children with wings
and flowers in their hair.  I blushed to see most of them
were boys.

Great, I thought to myself.  All I needed was a set of wings
and I'd be a perfect fit for this crazy place!

As much as I hated my predicament, even I had to admit it
was all so very exciting.  It was also very mysterious and
magical.  I felt like I was a character in one of my
adventure books, kidnapped naked and helpless and being
swept away to some wicked hideaway.  For a moment I imagined
being Marie's slave -- just like in the stories -- and for
some reason I started grinning.  Maybe this could be fun, I
thought to myself.  I mean, as long as she and her
girlfriends were the only ones to see me naked, what was the
worst thing that could happen?

You have to remember, I was awfully naive at that time.

Anyway, the girls led me around for the longest while,
pulling me this way and that, until I had absolutely no idea
where we were.  The strange thing was, I found myself
immersed in the game and despite my initial embarrassment, I
was terribly curious to see what would happen next.

At long last they decided to stop.  I felt so helpless, an
eleven year old slave boy standing completely naked in front
of three girls adorned in bikini bathing suits and smirking
grins.  Nora still had on her sunglasses while Lisa played
with that stupid bamboo cane.  Marie posed prettily with her
tiny purse slung stylishly on one shoulder, her eyes locked
in on mine.  I just stood there with a hole in my ego and
tears of frustration running down my cheeks.

I looked around to see if there was any way out of this
mess.  No such luck.  We were in a small circle at the end
of a blind trail.  I knew right away I'd never find my way
back without help.  Aside from the occasional fountain or
sculpture, the only landmark I'd seen during our wandering
was in the middle of that circle.  Someone a long time ago
had laid a round marble slab with an elaborate floral
pattern etched into it.  That's where the girls invited me
to sit and join them.

"This is the secret meeting place in the maze," Marie said
to no one in particular.  "My mother and my Aunt Elizabeth
used to play here with their friends when they were our
age."

"Ow, it's cold on my butt," I fussed as I sat down on the
marble. Nora and Lisa giggled while Marie just smiled.

I could feel their eyes fixed on me, looking downward
between my legs.  "What are you guys staring at?" I said.  I
knew the answer, but felt obliged to challenge them on it.

"Your silly little wiener, that's all," Nora said.  "How can
boys put up with such ugly little things between their legs?
Don't they get in the way?"

"I don't guess so," I muttered.  I pressed my thighs
together and hugged my knees to my chest so she couldn't see
it anymore.

"Spoil sport," Lisa said with a pout.

"Um ... Marie?  Is ... is Bridget ... really your mother?" I
stammered awkwardly.  I was desperate to change the subject.

Marie nodded.  "I told you that before.  What's the matter?
Don't you believe me?"

I shrugged my naked shoulders.  "I suppose.  It just ...
caught me off guard.  I didn't know she even had kids.  She
looks so ... so young."

The black haired girl grinned.  "Oh, yes, Mama is young.
She married young and divorced young.   And rich.  You
probably think she is beautiful, too, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Most men do."  Marie grinned, just like her mom.  "So you
didn't know anything about us, huh?  We'll, she told us all
about you."

I felt a shiver come over me.  "She did?  Like, um, what?"

"Oh, like how cute you were and how you liked running around
in your birthday suit and how silly you act all the time.
She said you were very pretty and very prissy acting ... for
a stupid boy."

I blinked.  I didn't like the "stupid boy" remark, not
coming from Bridget, I mean.

"Your mom ... she ... she doesn't like me?"  For some reason
-- despite my ordeal -- that was important to me.  To be
liked by Bridget, I mean.

"Oh, she likes you just fine.  As a matter of fact, she
likes you so much she wanted us to meet you."  Marie
fluttered her eyelashes.  "Mama just loves pretty little
boys.  The prettier they are, in fact, the more she loves
them.  You could say that she ... um, collects them."

Nora and Lisa giggled and whispered to one another.  I just
sat there with a red face and felt like an idiot.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"We want you to join us in our secret game," Marie replied.
She looked me dead in the eyes.  "But you have to promise
not to tell anybody about it."

I looked around at the three nodding heads and thought for a
second.  I then raised my right hand in a scout salute.
"Okay.  I can do that.  Don't worry, I'm not telling anybody
about any of this stuff.  Believe me, I promise!"

"This is deadly serious," warned Lisa.  "Stick a needle in
your eye ..."

I nodded my head.  "Okay, okay, I get it.  Don't worry about
it.  Anything that happens out here will probably get me in
trouble with my stepmother anyway.  Who am I going tell?"

The three girls exchanged glances, then nodded to one
another.

"First thing," Marie said.  "You're sitting all wrong.  You
have to sit like we do."

I looked down.  I was sitting on my butt with my knees drawn
up to hide my penis.  The girls were all sitting with their
knees out, their ankles and lower legs crossed under them,
Indian-style as we used to say.  I looked down at their
pubic areas, which were all hidden by the bikini bottoms
they wore.  My face went red as I thought about what I was
going to have to do.

"If I sit like that, you guys are going to see my ... my
..."

"Your dick," Lisa said.  "Your penis, your hotdog, your
tallywhacker, your thing, your worm, your little boy."

A giggling Nora jumped in with, "Yeah, you know, your
peepee, your peter, your wiener, your willy.  Your 'pene',
your 'la chibre', your ..."

Marie interrupted with, "Um, that's 'le chibre,' Nora.  'Le
chibre,' okay?"

Nora shrugged.  "How about 'le petit chibre'?"

"That sounds about right," the dark haired eleven year old
said.

All three girls giggled like idiots.  I just sat there like
a dummy.

After a couple of seconds I cleared my throat.  "So, um, you
guys wanna look at my privates?  Is that it?"

Nora grinned.  "Your privates.  Yes, and that's exactly why
you have to sit like that.  So we can see your privates.
That's the point.  What did you expect?"

"Because, well, it's not fair," I said with a pout.

"Who cares?" said Lisa.  "You gotta do whatever we say, so
just sit back and enjoy it!  Or else!"

Marie whispered something to the other two girls.  "I got an
idea," she said with a serious look on her face.

The next thing I knew, all three girls were tugging at their
bikinis, untying the little strings that held them together
and giggling like drunken fools.  I watched in amazement as
they casually tossed the tiny panties and tops aside,
littering the surrounding garden path like so many colorful
flowers.  Marie even tossed aside her purse.  In a matter of
seconds I was surrounded by three grinning naked girls.  

"Is that better?" Marie asked.  "I thought as long as we
were away from the adults, why should you get to have all
the fun?  I just love getting naked!"

The other two girls nodded.  "I always wanted to try getting
naked in front of a boy, but my mom won't even let me go
skinnydipping in our own pool," giggled Nora.  She looked
exotic in her stylish sunglasses and her birthday suit.
"You still can't tell anyone, though, stupid boy!  You
understand that, right?"

I nodded.  I was confused, however.  They actually WANTED to
get naked?  And they didn't care if I saw them?  Holy crap
... here I would have given anything to NOT be naked, and
Marie and her friends trying to figure a way to do it?  The
whole situation made my head hurt.  These were some pretty
strange girls!

I must have taken too long to answer because I suddenly felt
a shock of either fire or electricity hit me.  

"OW!!!  Hey, that hurt!!!"

It turned out that Lisa had poked me with a sharp
fingernail, right in the soft spot under my armpit.  It
really hurt but I wasn't about to let her make me cry again.
Not right away, anyway.

"It was supposed to hurt, dummy!  How's this feel?"  

Before I could stop her, the teenager poked me again, this
time using the opportunity to push my leg down with one hand
and grab my penis in a tight, pain-inducing grip in the
other.  I started to fight her over it, but between a sharp
fingernail on my tender skin and a death grip on the tip of
my wiener, it was a losing proposition.  She wasn't at all
gentle and I was afraid she would pull it off if I tried too
hard to do anything.

I was beginning to think that being a "slave boy" wasn't
such a fun idea after all.

"You won't tell, right?  Because if you do tell, then you
might as well take lessons on how to become a girl, 'cause
I'll have your little 'thing' in a jar!  And I don't think
they'll let you be a boy if you don't have it between your
legs."

I bit my lip and nodded again as my little "thing" twitched
in her grip.  "I get it.  I'm not saying a word, I promise.
Now, please, let go ... you're hurting me!"

The pretty blond girl poked me with her fingernail again,
this time right in my belly button.  It really hurt, but I
managed to keep from crying.  "You better not, slave boy!
It's our secret, so you better keep it safe!"

I had an overwhelming urge to run away, but I refrained from
moving.  It was a good thing, too.  I couldn't have gotten
far with the grip she had on my poor penis.

At long last Lisa finally let go, wiping her hand on my leg
and making a "Yuck!" sound.  I drew my knees back up to my
chest and hugged my legs close, anything to protect my vital
resources from harm!  The next thing I knew, all three girls
were leaning forward, their eyes locked on mine.  It was as
if they were trying to read my mind or something.  

"Go ahead," Lisa said.  "Get a good look.  You won't be
happy until you do, so get it over with, okay?"

I nodded my head and blushed.  They actually wanted me to
look at their ... their titties and their private parts?  I
glanced at Nora and Marie and saw them nodding their heads,
too.  Shrugging my shoulders, I tried to be good, but it
wasn't easy, keeping my eyes from wandering downward, I
mean.  I couldn't help looking at the sight before me.
Especially after being ordered to do so.  I mean, like it or
not, I was still their "slave boy," right?  

The first thing to look at were their breasts.  The sizes
and shapes ranged from Lisa's shapely melons, which reminded
me of my stepmother's, to Marie's swollen nipples, which
weren't much larger than my own.  Nora's modestly curved
breasts were somewhere in between, each one a pleasing
pillow of pale, white flesh.  

And then there were their private parts.  Each girl sat with
their legs spread as I described before -- Indian-style,
remember? -- not a care in the world as I stared at the trio
of smooth, naked pink slits.  There really wasn't much to
see, but I mean, come on!  What young boy wouldn't be
fascinated by the sight of a girl's vagina?  And here I was,
sitting right in front of three of them!  I couldn't help
looking and admiring and comparing ... Marie's shiny pink
mound with a subtle crease in the middle ... Nora's swollen
slit, looking like a small version of her round butt ... and
Lisa's red-tinged lips pouting like a small mouth.  Oh, my
God!  It was like being in a comic book store on the day the
newest issues came out.  Only much, much better than any
comic books I could even conceive!  

"Okay, you've had your look," said Lisa.  "Now it's your
turn to show us what you have."

I nodded again.  It wasn't easy, but I slowly spread my legs
apart to reveal my erect penis.  It took some shifting
around, but I managed to get my knees all the way down and
my ankles under my thighs.  Finally, I was sitting Indian-
style, just like the girls.   The only difference was that
where they had a slit, I had a full-blown (well, for an
eleven year old boy, anyway) erection standing in full view
of anyone who wanted to see it.  I could feel it sticking up
as straight as an arrow.  I'm sure that was why they allowed
me to look at them as much as I liked.

"How's that?" I asked nervously.  You cannot imagine how
exposed I felt, but I didn't have much choice, considering
what the girls had just done.  It was the least I could do.

Even though the girls saw me back at the house, I think the
fact that we were alone in the garden, far away from the
adults, let them be more ... curious, I suppose, is the
word.  Or maybe the word is "enthusiastic."

"I still think his boobies are bigger than Marie's," chided
Lisa.

Marie shook her head.  "I can't believe you said that!
You're awful!"

"But it's true!"

The thirteen year old reached out and cupped her fingers
around my right nipple.  I watched in amazement as she used
her other hand to do the same with Marie's young breast.

"See, they look about the same size, but Brandon's titty is
definitely bigger than Marie's!"

Nora followed Lisa's example.  I felt so self-conscious to
have two pretty girls fondling my boy-boobs.  But to see
them do the same with the mysterious girl opposite me, well,
that made things tolerable.  

"I think you're right!  Sorry, Marie, but this guy's got
bigger titties than you."

Marie made a pouty face.  "Don't be rude.  They're breasts,
not titties."

Lisa laughed.  "Oh, sure, like you don't say stuff like
that!  Titty-titty-titty-titty ..."

It was such a silly conversation, everybody started
laughing.  Even me.

"How does this feel?" Marie said with a pleasant smile.  She
pinched my nipple between her fingernails and tugged until
it stretched out twice its length.  "It hurts a little, but
then it feels good, too, doesn't it?"

I wanted to nod or say something sophisticated and grown up,
but I couldn't.  It ached like crazy and I had to restrain
myself from pulling away.

"It hurts ... a little," I said bravely.

Marie nodded.  I about had a heart attack when she bent
forward and planted a quick kiss on my inflamed flesh.  It
was over before I realized it, but the lingering warmth and
moisture implanted themselves firmly in my memory.

That was pretty nice, I thought to myself.

"How's that?  Feel better now?"

I nodded.

"You know babies are supposed to suck on your nipples when
you get older, don't you?"  Marie's smile caused me to feel
about as warm as her touch on my bare skin.  "On a girl's
nipples, of course, not a boy's.  That's 'cause we make milk
with our breasts."

"I wonder why boys have nipples?" Nora said, her voice
actually serious for once.  "Brandon has fat breasts.  He
could make milk, I bet!"

Lisa had to ruin the mood with, "Nah, boys can't make milk.
They just like kissing and sucking on each other's titties
'cause they're queer!"

With that all three girls went into a fit of laughter that
completely befuddled my dumb boy brain.  I didn't like being
the butt of their jokes, but ... well, what choice did I
have?

"Okay, then, forget his titties.  Look at his dick!" Nora
made an awful face.  "God, it's so ugly! It looks like a
mutant worm or a snake or something."

"It's not ugly.  I think it's cute," said Lisa.  "Cute, but
little.  It's not half as big as my father's, you know.  My
Daddy's is way huge and ugly!!!  All that hair, yuck!  Now
that's ugly."  The blond girl smiled at me.  "I really like
Brandy's little thing.  There's no hair at all and no extra
skin around the tip.  It's almost pretty."

"Brandon's penis really is pretty," said Marie.  "It looks
just like my brother's."

She just looked me in the eye and smiled.  I wasn't sure
about my penis being "pretty," but I did like her smiling at
me.

"So, you have a brother, too?" I asked nervously.  "Is he
around here?"

My eleven year old mistress kept smiling at me.  "He's not
here now.  In a few days, I think.  Aunt Elizabeth wants you
to meet him.  She says you two are a lot alike.  Mama thinks
so, too."

"Well, no kidding," Lisa said with a girlish giggle.  "They
really are!"

I looked at Lisa and back at Marie. "Are we?  Alike, I mean?
What do you mean?"

It was Marie's turn to shrug her shoulders.  "I think you
are alike.  A lot.  But, you'll have to wait and see for
yourself.   Mama insists."

There was a long silence.  I suddenly realized the girls
were busy looking at my privates, so I decided to say
something.  "So, um, what kind of game are we going to
play?"

Nora grinned without taking her eyes off my penis and balls.
"It's a kissing game.  We play it all the time by ourselves.
But sometimes we like to add a boy to it.  Marie's brother
usually plays with us, but we thought you might like it,
too."

I blushed at the images her words conjured up in my mind.  A
kissing game ...?

"Okay," Lisa announced.  "I'm done.  Let's play!"

"Me, too," said Marie.  The impish look in her eyes gave me
a shiver.

"Me three!" Nora was the only one to laugh at her lame joke.

As it turned out, the kissing game was pretty simple.
According to the instructions, the four of us would sit in a
circle of sorts and we would all take turns kissing each
other.  It was kind of like a game of "Duck, duck, goose,"
only instead of running around chasing each other we just
started with a kiss and passed it on until it came back to
you.  

"One other thing," said Marie.  "No touching ... for you."  

I blushed as the girls giggled.  "What do you mean, no
touching for me?"

The black haired beauty smiled.  "Just what I said.  No
touching for YOU!!!  You're not allowed to touch us.  We can
touch you, of course, but you better not touch us!"

I frowned.  "But, that's not fair ..."

Lisa cut me off with a wave of that stupid bamboo stick.
"That's the rule, slave boy.  Touch us, crybaby, and I'll
give you something to cry about."

I felt a familiar shiver run down my naked spine.
"Something to cry about."  I'd heard that before, but never
from a girl my own age.  The look in her face said she was
serious.  And the stick in her hand ominous.

"Um, okay.  Sure.  No problem.  No touching."

"But we can touch you," Nora said with an evil grin.  "All
we want!"

The other two girls giggled.

I wasn't sure how the game would go until it started.  I
have to be honest at this point.  I'd never really kissed a
girl until that day.  I mean, yeah, I'd kissed my mom and
Juanita and Mrs. Taylor had kissed me a few times, but that
was different.  I think.  The point is, I didn't have any
experience kissing girls the way they were supposed to be
kissed.  The prospect excited me ... but it also terrified
me!  That's what happens when you don't know what to do, I
guess.

It turned out that I got to go first.  Great.  Like I said,
we were sitting in a circle, with Marie opposite me and the
two other girls on either side.  Nora was on my left, so I
leaned over and kissed her on the lips.  Just a light kiss,
pleasant enough, but nothing to write about in my memoirs.
Sort of like when I kissed my mom.  Nora apparently felt the
same way.

"How old are you, six?  I guess you've never made out with a
girl before, have you?"

"That's not true, Nora!" Marie interjected.  "We saw him
making out with his mother, remember?"

I felt my stomach churn and quiver upon hearing Marie -- of
all people -- say those words.  

"I ... we ... that wasn't ... was NOT ... making out!  It
was just kissing!"

The love of my life smiled a teasing smile.  "You were, too!
We all saw you making out with your mother.  Didn't we?"

"You're exactly right!"  Lisa giggled.  "He was indeed
making out with his mother.  And don't forget, we saw him
making out with those other old ladies, too!  Sick!"

My whole body flushed red with embarrassment.  "We ... I ...
We were not!"

Nora stuck her tongue out at me.  "Yeah, right!  Brandy
likes making out with his mommy!"

The other girls joined in with, "Brandy makes out with his
mommy!   Brandy makes out with his mommy!"

"Shut up!  She's not my mother!" I fussed.  "She's my
stepmother!"

That didn't do any good.  The girls just went on with,
"Brandy makes out with his stepmommy!   Brandy makes out
with his stepmommy!"

"You guys are mean!" I said, crying like a little kid who'd
been picked on.

"And you're a baby!" Nora said, making an ugly face.  "You
also need practice kissing.  And with someone your own age,
not your stepmother!  You kiss like you're five years old.
Really, it was just awful.  Stupid boy, now pay attention."

Nora, to my everlasting surprise and delight, then turned to
Marie and kissed her full on the mouth.  I'd never seen two
girls kiss each other like that before, other than as a
greeting or farewell.  But this was totally different and a
lot more fun to watch!  I mean, like I said, it was full on
the lips and it looked like their mouths were open!  And I
do mean WIDE open!

It was amazing.  Two naked girls, kissing away right there
in front of me and not even caring that I was watching!  How
lucky can a guy get?  What was even more amazing was that
the kiss between those two girls lasted longer than mine did
with Nora.  A lot longer.  I was genuinely intrigued at how
much they seemed to enjoy it.  Somebody, Marie, I think,
even made little noises, like a kitten mewing.

They finally broke it off, very slowly and very tenderly.
Red-faced and quiet, Marie took a moment to catch her
breath.  She shot a look at me that seemed to say, "Watch
and learn, little baby."  When she turned to Lisa and began
kissing her the same way she'd kissed Nora, I heard that
mewing sound again.  It occurred to me that this was a game
they played a lot.

Do all girls play this game? I wondered ...

By the time the kiss came back to me, I sort of had it
figured out.  I leaned to the right and felt Lisa's lips
land on mine.  They were soft and moist and had an actual
sweet taste.  I took my time and was surprised to feel
something slip in between my lips.  It was Lisa's tongue!
She thrust it into my mouth and almost smothered me, she was
so aggressive!  My eyes almost popped out of my head as I
received my first French kiss.  I got so excited my penis
trembled, which was pointed out to me by the other two
girls!

"You should have seen it!" Nora said with a laugh.  "It was
like it suddenly woke up and said 'Hey, what's going on?'  I
never saw anything like it, it was so funny!"

"I couldn't help it," I said quietly.  "I can't help it.
It's like it's got a brain of its own."

"Apparently so," Lisa said with a laugh.  "I kind of liked
that.  We'll have to do that again."

"Yes, let's do that again!" Marie suggested.  Despite my
shame, I had to smile when I saw the light in her eyes.

And so, we played the game again, this time with Nora
starting it with Marie, and then Marie with Lisa, and then
Lisa with me.  Then we did two more rounds, one with Marie
going first and the next with Lisa.  With each kiss I
learned something new and as I demonstrated my new skills I
was taught something else.  I swear, it was such great fun
to kiss such pretty girls and to watch them kiss each other.
I didn't even mind when they teased me about my erect penis
between games.

Next, we played some variations of the kissing game,
including a couple that called for the pair facing each
other to kiss.  I was really happy with that one because it
meant I got to kiss Marie while Nora and Lisa kissed each
other.  First it was Marie and me, then Nora and Lisa, and
then Marie and me again and so forth.  This went on for I
don't know how many times.  I'd lost count from the moment
we started.  It seemed like the more we played the game the
slower it got.  Each kiss lingered longer than the one
before and after a while it felt like I was kissing more
than I was breathing.  Not that I was complaining, mind you!


"So, um, does having a boy in the game make it any better?"
I asked once we finished our sixth -- or was it our eighth?
-- round.  "Was I any good?"

All three girls laughed.  

Lisa  answered my question.  "You do okay, but Marie's
brother is a much, much better kisser.  He's almost as good
as a girl."

I thought about that for a second.  "So, um ... you actually
like ... kissing girls more ... than kissing boys?"

"Oh, sure!  And why not?  I think girls are way better
kissers than boys."

"Me, too!" Nora said with a snort.  She then leaned over and
laid a long, wet kiss on the giggling blond.  "We're great
kissers!!!"

I grinned.  Marie touched my leg.  "Don't you agree?" she
asked.

I nodded my head.  "Oh, sure.  I mean, I think you guys are
the best kissers in the world!"  

The smiling girl raised that eyebrow again.  "No, I mean,
what about compared with boys?  I suppose you think boys
kiss better than girls, huh?"

I frowned and shrugged my shoulders.  "I wouldn't know.  I
don't kiss boys."

"Fibber!" Nora reached over and pinched the skin inside my
thigh, dangerously close to my balls.  "You're lying!"

"Ow!  Stop it!

Nora did it again, this time even closer to my balls.  She
then took one of my testicles between her thumb and
forefinger and squeezed.  "Then stop lying, liar!  I'll
pinch it off if you do it again."

I started to push her away but Lisa grabbed my arms and held
me tight.  "Go ahead, Nora ... I got him!"  

Sobbing hysterically, I begged the grinning redhead not to
hurt me.  "Please, Nora ... please believe me ... don't do
that!  Please!"

Marie looked me dead in the eye.  "You're telling me that
you've never kissed another boy?  Not in your entire life?"

Terrified, I bit my lip and shook my head.  I didn't want to
be pinched in the balls!  Why were we talking about this?
Were they kidding me???

Lisa jumped in with "Not even accidentally?  Just maybe a
little?"

I shook my head again.  "Only fags and queers do that," I
said with all the expertise my eleven years on earth could
muster.  

"Only fags and queers, huh?" Nora snorted.  I was relieved
when she released my poor aching ball.  "What about wearing
flowers in their hair?  I thought that was only for fags and
queers, too?"

Lisa giggled as she let me go.  "No, now you're talking
about sissies.  We all know Bran-DON is a sissy.  Even Miss
Thelma says Brandon is a sissy boy.  We just don't know if
he's a fag or a queer."

I reached up and touched the tiara of roses I wore.  I'd
forgotten all about that stupid thing.  "That's different!"
I fussed.  "I was talking about kissing a boy.  Boys kissing
boys?  That sounds nasty."

Marie nodded.  "Hmmm, maybe you should try it sometime," she
whispered with a mysterious smile.  "Too bad we don't have
another slave boy here with us.  We could watch them kiss
each other all day long!"

I tried to imagine such a thing and found myself repulsed
beyond belief!  Marie couldn't be serious ... could she?
Yuck!!!

"Yeah, we're going to have to fix that," Lisa said.  "And
soon.  That will be fun."

I made a pouty face.  "I don't think so."

"What do you know, slave boy?" Nora snorted.  "You don't
mind watching us!"

Nora then leaned over to Lisa and snorted again.  I felt my
ears burn as one of them whispered something to the other,
then they traded kisses, long and wet.  I got so excited my
penis started to actually twitch.

"See," the redhead lectured.  "If we had a boy here you
could put on a show for us girls!"

The very thought of kissing a boy repulsed me.  To be forced
to do that in front of the girls would be horrid!  I
couldn't even imagine if the other boy was naked, too!  I
was never so grateful to be the only boy in our little
group.  If only I could get through the rest of the day so
blessed!

There was some more girlish chit-chat for a while and some
more teasing, of course. I was so exhausted from all the
kissing, I was actually glad to take a break!  At that point
Marie asked me to help her pick a few flowers from the
surrounding bushes.  

"Come on, little slave," she said, her eyelashes fluttering
like butterflies.  "You can keep me company if you like."

Believe it or not, that was actually kind of fun as it gave
me a few minutes alone with Marie.  We wandered around her
aunt's gigantic garden together, both of us still in our
birthday suits, and we collected a huge pile of flowers of
all types.  She kept calling me her "slave" which made me
feel so weak and helpless.  Funny, how different we were
with our nudity.  While I was timid and ashamed, she was so
casually proud and strong.  I mean, I felt like I was a
servant to a fairy princess, she was so beautiful and acted
so elegant.  Thank goodness she was pretty happy with me
helping her pick her flowers.  She wasn't even mean to me
once!

When we got back Marie settled down and began to decorate
her girlfriends' hair with the blossoms we collected.
Normally I couldn't care less about flowers, but watching
this naked girl work so diligently was the only thing on my
young mind.  Mistaking my interest in her for an interest in
what she was doing, she taught me how to braid flowers stems
together and put me to work decorating her own hair.

"There!" Marie proclaimed.  She'd braided a chain of purple
blossoms and placed it on Lisa's blond head.  "Now Brandy
isn't the only one with a crown of pretty flowers," she said
proudly.

I noticed the girls continued to trade kisses as they
giggled and primped each other's hair.  I guessed that
wasn't much different than when they held hands or hugged or
whispered to one another.  They were obviously very good
friends and I was the outsider.  I was jealous, but I didn't
dare say anything.  I knew if I did I'd be labeled the
"crybaby" again.  

The only good news was that my erection had gone away at
long last.  Being threatened with castration will do that to
a guy.  I guess I was so busy playing with flowers I forgot
to get excited.  Thank goodness for small favors.

"How's that?" I asked at long last.  I'd made a small crown
of white roses and a necklace of some sort of pink blossoms.
Marie let me put them on her.  They made her look even more
beautiful than before.  If that was possible.

"How do I look?" Marie asked the other girls.  

"Perfect!" Lisa proclaimed.  "Pretty good job for a sissy
slave boy!"

Nora grinned.  "I'm jealous!" she said.  "Come on, slave
boy.  I want you to make me a purple necklace!"

"Good idea.  How about our little slave making one for
everybody, including one for yourself!" suggested Marie.
She punctuated her request with a light kiss on my mouth.

"Um, I, um ..." I shrugged my shoulders.  "Sure, I guess."  

"See, I told you he was a sissy!" teased Lisa.  "I don't
know any other boy who can make something that pretty."

As I worked on my tasks, I thought about my predicament.  It
was so strange, working in the shade and watching my new
girlfriends play among themselves.   Marie pulled a bottle
of lotion from her tiny purse and shared it with the other
girls.  I was amazed to see them apply it to each other's
body like they did that sort of thing all the time.  They
were so casual about their bodies, so unconscious of their
nudity, it actually intimidated me.  Likewise, they could
tell I still wasn't real comfortable being exposed in front
of them and they used that to their advantage.  The best I
could do was bite my tongue and try to focus on the
extraordinary sight before me. Three naked girls, just
playing and being themselves.  How lucky could I get?  And
after today, who knew how long it'd be before I ever saw
another naked girl?

"How do we look, little slave?" Marie asked when we were
finally done.  

All three girls now had flowers in their hair and they all
smelled of the perfumed lotion.  There was white for Marie,
the purple ones for Lisa and yellow for Nora.  All three
were also adorned with blossom necklaces that I made, and
matching bracelets on each wrist.  I sported a similar
necklace and a pair of bracelets.  The bracelets were Lisa's
idea.  The girls, of course, had to have them, so while
they'd played and whispered and kissed, I'd worked my
fingers raw making the darned things.  As much as the girls
liked them, to me they felt like manacles.

It was worth the aggravation, however.  To me, Marie and
Nora and Lisa all looked like something from a book of fairy
tales, like three woodland princesses, adorned in the very
flowers they ruled.  Looking down at myself, I looked pretty
much the same, except for my stupid penis, which was finally
taking a nap, thank goodness.

I was so moved, I told the girls what I was thinking.

"So, slave boy, do you think we're pretty?" asked Nora.

"You guys are ... beautiful," I said in a raspy voice.  

Marie blushed.  "No kidding!  Beautiful?  Really?" she
asked.  "That is so-o-o sweet!"

I nodded.  "Like in a fairy tale.  You guys look just like
the girls in those old paintings in an art museum."

The reaction to what I said was not what I expected.  I'm
not sure what I expected.  Anyway, the girls all looked at
me kind funny for a moment, then they looked at each other.
Then they broke out laughing, like I'd said the stupidest,
dumbest thing I could have ever said.  I felt like an idiot,
of course, but what else was new?

"You are a goofball," Lisa said, shaking her head.  "I hope
you don't talk like that all the time, fag boy.  You might
get beat up."

Nora laughed so hard she snorted.  Again.  "What a fairy!
No wonder his mommy makes him run around in his birthday
suit all the time!  That was so stupid!"

Marie moved in so close, we were nose to nose.  She sniffed
as though she smelled something bad, and then put her mouth
to my ear.

"I thought what you said was perfect!" she whispered.  "You
are as sweet as you are pretty.  Just don't let them know I
said so!"

The new love of my life then joined the other two girls in
laughing and teasing me.

"No wonder slave boy is acting so prissy," declared Lisa.
"Look at his wiener!  It's gone!  Now he looks just like a
girl!"

"Oh, my god, it's true!" exclaimed Nora.  "It is gone!  How
do you do that?"

Sighing, I looked down at my poor penis.  It was tired and
scared and had withdrawn into its warm, safe hiding place in
the baby fat between my legs.  I thought that was a good
thing earlier, but now, well, it was a problem.  If I wasn't
a boy, well, then what was I?

"I think it's nice that you can become a girl just like us,"
Marie said sweetly.  "Boys are such a pain."

"Sometimes that's true," agreed Lisa.  "Though they are
entertaining."

"I'm not a girl," I said softly.  

"You sure look like a girl to us," Lisa said as-a-matter-of-
factly.  "Or at least you don't look like a boy DOWN THERE!"

"Let me check!"  Nora reached down and caressed my pubic
area and giggled.  "Nope, nothing to report, captain!"

"Bran-dee's a guh-url!!!" sang Lisa.  The other two girls
joined enthusiastically.  "Bran-dee's a guh-url!!!  Bran-
dee's a guh-url!!!  Bran-dee's a guh-url!!!"

"You guys are mean," I said for about the tenth time that
day.

I just sat there and thought about my predicament.  Here I
was, an eleven year old boy, naked and adorned in girlish
jewelry and blossoms, surrounded by three beautiful, naked
girls, all of whom I'd just spent a considerable amount of
time kissing.  As mean as they were to me, I really didn't
mind.  As a matter of fact, I was quite happy where I was.
Confused, but happy nonetheless.

Does any of this make any sense to you?  It sure didn't to
me at the time!

Anyway, as we sat there and chatted, I wondered what a
stranger would think if he saw us playing our secret game in
the garden.  Would he indeed see a boy and three girls, or
just a bunch of silly girls?  Or did it even matter?  I gave
up wondering and watched the laughing girls for a few
minutes.  Then I began laughing myself.  I had to laugh, the
situation was too ridiculous not to join in and enjoy it at
least a little bit.  My captors might think me a fool, but
at least I would be a happy one.

And that, I suppose, was all that mattered.


Chapter Six:  Fit To Be Tied

After a bit the girls calmed down and began whispering
again. Girls and their secrets!  I thought about what I was
supposed to do next.  Was I still their prisoner?  Was I
free to go?  Did I want to go?  I shook my head and tried
not to think of anything.  Thinking was beginning to make my
head hurt.

At last the girls broke up their little gossip circle.
Marie rose to her feet and approached me with a smile.

"Here, little slave, give me your hand.  I'm not going to
hurt you.  This is just for fun, okay?"

I watched nervously as the nude, elf-like girl slipped
behind me, pulling my arms around until both of my wrists
were crossed at the small of my back.  Nora undid her thick
ponytail and handed Marie something, an elastic band,
perhaps.  The next thing I knew, my hands were tied and I
couldn't get loose.

"I don't think I like this," I said softly.  "How about
letting go for a minute."

Marie tugged at my bonds.  "No, you're fine.  Here, try to
get loose.  Really try hard.  I want to see if I tied the
knot right."

I did as she said and nearly panicked.  I couldn't get
loose!  I mean, I really couldn't do anything at all!  Marie
had tied me up good and tight and there wasn't anything I
could do to free myself without her help.  Like it or not,
that little naked eleven year old girl had me at her mercy!

"Okay, that's it.  I don't like this!  I wanna go back.
Please?"  I licked my lips as I pulled in vain against my
bonds.  I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and I knew it.

I made a whimpering noise as the girls made me spread my
legs wide apart.  Marie sat on one side and held one leg and
Lisa sat on the other and held the other.  A grinning naked
Nora knelt down between my open legs.  I watched helplessly
as the eager redhead rubbed her hands together and winked at
the other girls.  I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.  Um,
make that "extremely fragile."  I mean, with those three
sets of mischievous eyes staring at my privates, I think I
had good reason to be afraid.  

"Remember what we said," Marie warned as she tightened her
grip on my leg.  "You can't touch us, but we get to touch
you."

"And I get to go first!" Nora announced, licking her lips in
anticipation.  

"What ... what are you going to do?"  I asked desperately.

Marie nodded and produced the bottle of lotion.  "We want to
play with your boy parts," she said with a clinical air.

She then squirted a dab in the palm of Nora's hand and I
winced as the playful redhead slapped it against my chest.
Despite the summer heat the lotion was cold and chilled my
skin as it was rubbed against my bare skin, rubbed into my
shoulders, then my girlie boobs and my nipples.  My
breathing lost its rhythm as her hands went lower and lower,
until she was coating my bare belly with the fragrant stuff
as well.

"You're tickling me," I said with a nervous laugh.

The tip of Nora's tongue stuck out as she worked.  "I know,"
was all she said.

I watched in a panic as the redheaded beauty leaned toward
me and slid her slippery hand between my legs and up under
my balls.  I blushed like crazy as she fondled them, holding
them in her hand like she was measuring their weight or
feeling their warmth.  

"Please be careful," I pleaded.

Nora sniffed.  "Hush!  I'll do what I want, slave boy, so
just be quiet!"

Tears of shame streamed down my face as I strained to close
my legs.  The other two girls held them tight, of course.
Marie flicked me on the ear and told me to sit still.

"If you move you might hurt yourself and then you'll have no
one else to blame," she said in a very grown up manner.

Nora's other hand then gently took hold of my limp penis and
squeezed it, first gently, then hard.  Then harder.  I
winced as she tugged on the shaft and flicked the tip with
her thumb.  I was amazed to see it suddenly grow hard, long
and fat.  It didn't occur to me at the time that she might
have done this before.

"Please be careful," I whispered.  

"Shut up!  I know what I'm doing," Nora said impatiently.
"I've got a boyfriend, you know."

I winced as she tugged and pulled and stroked my boyish
member until it was aching with pleasure and pain. I felt so
vulnerable, like someone had opened me up from the inside
out and all my secrets were now public.

"Nora, you're hurting me!" I fussed.  I struggled but my
wrists were still bound tight.  "Please, please be careful!"

"Crybaby!" the pouting redhead said.  "You're just a little
slave boy.  You just don't know how to appreciate a woman's
touch!"

"My turn!" exclaimed Marie.  

Lisa interrupted.  "Before you do, make him lay down.  Nora
and I will hold his legs apart.  That way you can touch
everything without any trouble."

Marie nodded.  As soon as she switched places with Nora she
pushed me over backward.  The next thing I knew, I was flat
on my back, looking up at the clouds and the tall shrubs
that concealed us from the adults.  Again I struggled with
my bonds, but they were still tight.  

"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered.  At this point I was
really, really scared.

"Geez, you're right, Nora.  What a crybaby," fussed Lisa.  I
winced as my legs were pulled even further apart.  "Most
guys would love this, but he's got to cry about it."

My naked body spread out on the ancient marble slab, I lay
helpless as Marie knelt over me and smiled a wicked smile as
Nora squirted lotion into her hands.  So slow as to be
painful, Marie ran her gooey hands over every inch of skin,
coating my naked body with the girlie ointment.  And while
she was at it, she touched and explored everything I had
with rabid curiosity.  I shuddered when she poked my belly
button.  Bored with that, she then cupped my left breast
with one hand and proceeded to flick and pinch the nipple
with the fingers of her other.

"Ow," I said in the most pitiful tone I could muster.

"Oh, shush, crybaby!  Or else I'll give you something to
complain about." Marie looked down at me with a grin.  "I'm
jealous!  Your titties really are almost as big as mine!"  

"I told you so!" exclaimed Nora.  "Didn't I say so?  A boy
with boobs!  Now that's funny!"

"I can't help it," I said with a whisper.  "My mom says ...
says I still got baby fat there."

The three girls giggled like crazy.  Lisa pinched my nipple
and shook her head.  "Oh, you got baby fat everywhere,
crybaby.  But you've definitely got some girlie titties,
too!"

"You really should have been a girl," Nora added loudly.

"He is a girl, remember?" Marie said gleefully.  "A girlie
boy!"

I looked up at Marie with a pitiful gaze.  She grinned and
continued her examination of my naked body, paying extra
attention to my privates, of course.  She poked and felt and
pried at them like a first year medical student.  Kneeling
between my spread legs, she studied the hole at the tip of
my penis and squeezed each testicle between her finger and
thumb.  She even caressed the spot between my balls and my
anus.  I closed my eyes in shame.  Nobody had ever touched
me there before.  Never!

"It might be fun to have a penis," Marie concluded at the
end of her turn.  "I don't know what I'd do with one, but it
sure is a funny little thing.  His penis is about the same
size as my brother's, probably a bit smaller.  I think
Brandy's is cuter, though."

"Maybe we can compare them together sometime," suggested
Nora.  "That might be fun."

Marie grinned.  "We might get to see that in a day or two,"
she said mysteriously.  "My little brother and our little
slave boy ... that will be so much fun!"

Lisa used her turn to tell the other two girls about the
facts of life.  Well, sort of.  Having already known about
women and their anatomy, the pretty blond girl grossed
everybody out -- including me! -- with a graphic if not
fanciful description of man's role in sex.  Using me as a
demonstrator model, of course.  I got tugged on and pulled
and pinched and poked in places and ways that still make me
shiver.  In retrospect she got most of it right, which at
the time was news to me.  I won't get into all the details
... you know how it works, so why bother?   The only part I
had problem with were her forays into the kinky side of
things.  

"What about boys having sex with other boys?" Nora asked.
"How does that work?"

I looked over at the grinning redhead.  Was she kidding me?
She couldn't be serious!!!

Lisa, of course, was happy to oblige.  "Glad you asked.
Let's look at our model here and see what can happen."

The first thing she did was roll me over on my belly and
tell me to get on my knees.  I did as I was told, keeping my
face flat on the marble stone.  With my knees under me and
my face and upper body low, my bare butt was in plain view
of all three giggling girls.  I about died as Lisa used both
hands to spread my buttcrack apart and exposed my anus.  

"NOOOOO!!!!  Oh, please, Lisa!" I squealed.  "Not that!!!!
Please, oh please, NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

All my protests got me was a sound slap on the butt.  Lisa
whacked me so hard it took my breath away.  

"Shut up, slave boy!" she said very adult-like.  "This is
for the good of science, so stop making so much noise."

That was all followed by a round of girlish giggles, of
course.

"Oh, my gosh!" Nora exclaimed.  "It's his butthole!"

"Yes, except if he's a fag, which we all know Brandy is,"
lectured Lisa.  "Then we call it something else."

"I'm not a fag," I said bitterly.  

I winced as another SMACK burned my bare bottom.  Lisa then
announced:

"Say another word without permission and I'm using the cane
on you.  Do you hear me, slave boy?"

I nodded my head the best I could, which wasn't very good
considering my face was pressed against that stupid marble
slab.

Lisa went on with her lecture.  "Like I said, our little
slave boy here is a FAG.  In which case this is his pussy.
Remember how I said men like putting their dicks in a
woman's pussy?  Well, boys who are queer like putting them
in each other's butt!"

"Oh, gross, Lisa!" exclaimed Nora.  "Where do you get all
this stuff?  How do you know it's true?"

Lisa replied in a very official manner.  "First of all, Miss
Know-It-All, it's very common knowledge.  We have books on
sex at home and I've read them all from cover to cover."
She then giggled for about the millionth time that day.
"Plus, my older sister has a friend who's gay.  He's done it
and he told us all about it!"

"No way!" Nora said in awe of this new information.

"Oh, yes!  The average boy can use his butt just like a girl
uses her vagina.   Watch this ... pretend my finger is a
boy's dick."

"Here, use some of this," Marie offered.  

Glancing over my shoulder I watched in horror as Marie
produced the small pink bottle of lotion.  Lisa took it and
I gasped as something cold and slippery dripped down inside
my crack.  

"Omigosh!" I gasped as something warm and firm pressed
against my sphincter.   It was a finger, all wet and slimy,
bold and curious, trying to find its way inside me.  I felt
a wave of shame sweep over me as the nosy finger worked its
way through my defenses, poking around like a busybody from
out of town.  

"See?" Lisa announced.  "Just like a boy's penis!"

"Stop that!" I yelled.  "That's nasty!"

WHAPPP!!!

Somebody smacked my bare butt pretty hard, sending a shock
of pain through my entire body.  My sphincter hurt where I
had tightened up against the unfriendly invader in my body.

"What did we tell you, slave boy?" Nora said with a
threatening tone of voice.

"No comments from the servants, please," teased Lisa.
"Unless you want me to find something bigger to stick in
there!"

It wasn't easy, but I did as I was told.  What she just
threatened to do scared me beyond anything else that had
happened to this point.  And after all I'd endured, I knew
that these girls were just nutty enough to do anything!  So
I just closed my eyes and prayed that they'd get bored and
find something else to do.

Lisa went on at great length to talk about boys and having
sex, fingering me at her leisure as she talked.  I didn't
have to poop, thank goodness, but the same feeling hit me
something awful.  I tried to relax my muscles for a moment,
and the reward was to have that stupid finger work its way
up even further inside me.

"See how he opened up?  That's 'cause he likes it!" Lisa
said.  "Just like a girl.  Too bad there's not another boy
here.  Maybe then we could really see how they have sex!"

"Let me try that!" insisted the notoriously rude Nora.

"Me, too," Marie said with a giggle.

It is difficult to put into words just how ashamed I felt as
my butthole suddenly became a plaything for those three
pretty girls.  It was like they'd gotten a Christmas present
in the middle of June and they all wanted to open it up and
play with it at the same time.  Curious, eager hands were
all over my bottom end, prying my cheeks apart and poking
and slipping inside me and occasionally clawing and
scratching my bare skin.  If I tried to resist they just
worked harder to get inside me, so I finally forced myself
to give up and give in.  The level of giggling increased as
the number of fingers penetrating me did the same.  I felt
violated, trespassed on, and shamed.  This was undoubtedly
the most shameful thing that had ever happened to me.  But
all I could do was clench my eyes shut and hope for the day
to come to an end.

"You can't be crying," a voice whispered in my ear at one
point.  I glanced over to see Marie's sweet face just mere
millimeters from my own.  "This is so much fun.  Please say
you'll let me play with your buns whenever I want, okay?
Please say yes and I'll give you another kiss!"

A single digit slid up through my aching sphincter as if on
command.  I squirmed as it wriggled about and Marie giggled
at the same time.

"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered.

"Of course not!"  The grinning girl kissed me on the cheek.
"I could never hurt my pretty little slave!"

Despite her sweet smile I knew that was not true.

After what seemed like an hour of lecturing Marie and Nora
on all the gruesome details about boys playing with each
other's bottoms, Lisa flipped me over on my back and began
pontificating on how to give a boy a proper "hand job."  

"Here, let's wash our hands first," she said, grinning at
me.  

I watched as the girls all got up and walked over to a small
birdbath and rinsed their fingers in the water.  Marie
passed around the bottle of lotion to finish cleaning up.
Lisa then returned to her position next to me and looked
down at me with a great big smile on her face.  I never felt
so vulnerable to another girl in my life.  I just closed my
eyes and let her do as she wished.

"This is something boys do all the time, mostly by
themselves and often with each other."  Lisa looked down at
me and sniffed.  "It's supposed to feel really good.  My big
sister said that if you get good at it, you can get a boy to
do just about anything you want."

I lay there in shame as she encircled my erection with one
hand and began stroking me, first slowly and then
progressively faster until I was writhing in ecstasy.  Where
Nora had some limited knowledge of boys and their workings,
Lisa was something of an expert.  And she didn't mind
showing off her expertise.  Having never really masturbated
-- no, I hadn't gotten around to doing that just yet! --
this was a new sensation for me.  Honestly, I never knew
rubbing your penis could feel so good!

"Here's something else boys do with each other," the blond
girl said with a giggle.  She suddenly stopped masturbating
me and leaned her face over my erection.

"Remember what we said about this being a secret," she said
to me.  The cute and sweet smile was gone.  In its place was
a frighteningly serious scowl.  I nodded.  "You ever tell
anybody I did this, you're dead!"

I nodded again.  "I won't say anything ... oh, gosh!"

I made a little "o-o-o-o-o-o" sound as Lisa suddenly bared
her teeth and clicked them together.  I couldn't believe my
eyes, nor the sensation that shot through my body as she
then bit the tip of my penis, not hard, but just enough to
scare me to death!  It was kind of like turning a playful
kitten loose on a wounded mouse!

"OW! OW! OW!" I cried.  "Please be careful! Your teeth
hurt!"

"Oh, hush!" fussed Nora.  "Don't be such a crybaby!"

I couldn't help it.  I mean, it might sound like fun to have
a pretty girl nibbling on your dick, but I didn't like it at
all! It scared me to death!  The problem was that Lisa
either didn't know or didn't care what kind of damage she
could do down there with her teeth.  I'd heard older boys
talking and bragging about "blow jobs," but as far as I was
concerned I didn't want a girl's mouth anywhere near my poor
penis!  It was nothing but pure agony!

After a few minutes of nipping and biting, Lisa's wet mouth
released my organ, leaving it standing upright in the summer
breeze.  I heard some whispering and giggling.  

Nora made an ugly face.  "Lisa, I can't believe you did
that!  Didn't it taste yucky?"

Lisa's voice was strong and firm.  "Kind of.  But that's not
the point.  What you guys have to know is that this kind of
thing drives boys crazy if you do it to them.  It's about
grabbing hold of their remote control and making them do
what you want!"

"Have you done that before?" Marie asked.  

Lisa shook her head.  "Nope.  My sister and I have been
practicing on popsicles.  Her gay friend said that was the
best way to get used to it without the real thing."  She
looked at me and laughed.  "I like popsicles better."

All three girls thought that was pretty funny.  I might
have, too, under different circumstances.

Now grinning, Nora interrupted with, "And if they're queer
they do it to each other, right?"

Lisa laughed.  "Yep.  Fags love doing this kind of thing all
day long with each other.  At least that's what my sister
and her gay friend says."

I opened my eyes to see Marie looking right at me.  "Did you
like that?" she asked.  "Or do you think you'd rather have a
boy do that?"  It wasn't a mean question, but a genuine one.
I just shook my head and sniffed back a tear.

"No, I didn't like it!  She bit me and it hurts!" I said
with a sniff.  "I didn't like it at all!  I hated it!"

"You're lying, you big crybaby," Lisa fussed.  "Fags love
that.  He's just mad 'cause I'm a girl and he'd rather have
another boy do that to him.  Isn't that right, fag boy?"

"Stop calling me a fag!" I yelled.  I wasn't even sure I
knew what a fag was.  I just knew it wasn't good.

All three girls giggled like a chorus of idiots.

Suddenly I heard Nora's voice.  "Make slave boy jack off,"
she said with an air of authority.  "I want to see what
happens when a boy jacks off."

"Me, too!" added Marie.  "I've seen my brother do it, but I
wanna see again!"

"Good idea!  Here, let me get him started," insisted Lisa.

A pair of hands suddenly encircled my aching erection and
began to expertly masturbate me.  I was so excited, it
didn't take long before a wave of dizziness and pleasure
overwhelmed me so much it hurt.  I thought I'd peed again,
but this was quite a different feeling than that.  It felt
like an electric shock, it was so intense!  Something
streamed from my penis with such exhausting pleasure I broke
out into a sweat all over my body.  I felt so weak, I
shivered despite the summer heat.  Meanwhile, there was an
explosion of girlish laughter, followed by the inevitable
"ooooo" and "yuck!"  And at long last I opened my eyes and
looked around.

"Here, you pervert!" Lisa shouted.  "You made a mess all
over my hands!"

I looked down to see the angry blond girl smear something
sticky all over my belly.  She also made a point to wipe
some across my mouth.  It felt warm and slimy and there was
an odd odor in the air.  It smelled like that stuff I found
in my bed.  I felt sick to my stomach as I accidentally
licked my lips.  The flavor was like nothing I'd ever tasted
before.  It wasn't pee.  I didn't know what it was, but it
was nasty.

"Yuck!  Li-i-i-sa-a-a-a, you didn't have to do that!" I
said, crying and spitting at the same time.

Lisa scowled at me.  "Well, don't you go blaming me!  You're
the one who squirted all over me!"

"Well, I'm sorry," I said with a sniff.  "But I couldn't
help it."

While Lisa was in a huff, the other two girls just grinned
like they knew some deep dark secret.  

"You liked that, too, didn't you?" Marie asked.  Her eyes
were bright and her breathing heavy.  "And you promise
you've never done that with a boy?  My brother has done it
with other boys.  He says it's great fun."

I made an ugly face and shook my head in disgust.  How could
a guy touch another guy's thing?  I might have only been
eleven, but I knew better than that!  The mere thought gave
me the heebie-jeebies!

"I've never done that before, period!" I said desperately.
"I don't even know what happened to me!"

"That's what boys do when they like each other," Lisa said,
her voice full of irritation.  "They hug and they kiss and
they play with each other's wieners.  You should have seen
your face!  It was so funny!  You're such a fag, you can't
tell me you've never done that before!"

"I promise!" I said.  Why did this keep coming up?  "I
didn't even know you could do it!  I promise!"

Nora snorted.  "The sad thing is, I actually believe the
little fag.  I think he is too dumb to know what to do."

I tried to wipe my tears on my shoulder and failed.  "Can I
get up now?  Please?"

"Only on one condition."  Marie looked me dead in the eye.
"Do what Lisa just showed us.  We want to see you do it by
yourself."

I felt that familiar ache in my stomach.  "No-o-o-o-o ..."

Well, to make a long story short, I did it.  What choice did
I have?  I've no doubt that if I'd refused Marie would have
left me in the middle of the garden with my hands bound,
alone to find my way back.  Or for someone else to find me.
It was something I suspect Mrs. Taylor would have done,
which meant it was within Marie's character to do.  No, I
didn't like the conditions of my release, but I knew better
than to disobey.  Not if I wanted to escape retribution.

Marie loosened my bonds.  I was so happy to be free I even
thanked her.  Of course, once I was untied the girls started
nagging me to jack off.  Not knowing exactly what to do, I
knelt before them, my knees slightly spread, and I took my
limp penis in my hand.

"Use two hands, slave boy," ordered Lisa.  "Just like I did.
That's how my sister's friend taught me."

"Don't you know anything??!!" fussed Nora.  "Holy crap, he's
so stupid we have to teach him to jack off!  There's no
excuse for that!"

"I think its funny," said Marie.  "Maybe we ought to get him
with my brother.  He could give him lessons."

Lisa suddenly got a funny look in her eyes.  "Now I'd like
to see that," she said softly.

Amidst all the criticism I did as I was told.  Kneeling on
front of those three girls, I took my penis in between my
palms and I started rolling it left to right, right to left,
just as Lisa had done a few moments before.  It was
humiliating, but I didn't have much choice.  To my surprise
and horror, my stupid penis woke up almost immediately and
sprung to attention.  From that point on it was a simple
matter of math.  The more times I rubbed myself and the
faster I did it, the quicker I reached the point of orgasm.

This time when I spurted I didn't make a mess in Lisa's
hands.  Instead I made a little puddle on the marble slab
we'd camped out on.  I couldn't believe the stuff that came
out of me.  It was white and sticky and had little clumps in
it.  I was both relieved and alarmed that it wasn't pee.

Marie and the girls insisted I masturbate again.  I did as
they said two more times, in fact, increasing the size of
the puddle considerably.  I also wore myself out, trading
pleasure for pain as my poor penis shriveled up to a mere
fraction of its earlier size.

"One more time, slave boy," insisted Lisa.  

"No, please," I cried.  I couldn't do it.  My poor penis was
worn out and had shrunk up inside me to take a nap.  I
couldn't hardly get my fingers around it, it was so small.
I tried to explain this to the girls, but they wouldn't
listen.

"You have to do it," insisted Nora.  "You're our slave,
remember?"

"That's right!  Either do it again," warned Lisa, "or get a
whipping.  It's your choice."

I watched in horror as the tall blond girl brandished the
bamboo cane she'd brought from Mrs. Taylor's house.  Despite
her slender nubile appearance, the way she moved with that
stick struck me with fear.  The fact that she was so
confident despite her nakedness ... well, that scared me,
too.  I suddenly realized I could never be that strong.  Did
that mean I deserved to be picked on and humiliated by this
adolescent Amazon?

I felt the cold hand of doom tickle my spine.  "Please,
Lisa, don't hit me with that thing ..."

Lisa laughed as she swung the stick at me.  The cruel
buzzing sound startled me and I winced as the tip struck me
on the thigh.  It was a light hit, just enough to sting a
bit.  But the effect was the same as if I'd been beat full
force.  

"OWW!!!" I said, not so much out of pain as from fright.
"You hurt me!"

"Oh, shush, you big crybaby!  I hardly touched you," she
said with a giggle.  "What a little baby."

Marie came to my rescue.  Sort of.  She looked at me kind of
funny for a moment, then conferred with the other girls.
She then turned to me and offered an option.

"Okay, my little slave, here's the deal.  You don't want to
get a whipping, fine.  The how about this ... either jerk
off for us again, or we each get to slap your face," the
delicate girl said.  "Refuse either one of those and we turn
Lisa loose on you with the stick."

"Slap me ... on ... my face ...?" My stomach suddenly felt
queasy.

"Two times," Nora said cheerfully.  "Remember?  We get to
slap him at least two times.  That way each one of us is
sure to get him to cry."

I looked at Marie with pleading eyes.  How could such a
pretty child be so cruel?  "But, I can't ... it ... it won't
... oh, Marie, please don't hit me.  Don't let them hit me,
either.  Please!  I didn't do anything!"

Marie smiled.  "I don't care if you did anything or not ...
I just want you to cry a little bit for me.  Remember,
you're supposed to do everything we tell you."

I sniffed.  "Everything?"

"You're our little boy slave, remember?" Nora teased.  "Our
very own little sissy boy slave."

I sniffed back an errant tear.  "But ... why?  Why are you
so mean to me?  All of you are being mean to me.  And I
wasn't ever mean to any of you!"

The black haired child looked me dead in the eyes and smiled
a smile that I would remember the rest of my life.  "I know
you're not mean, Bran-DON.  We all know that!  You're one of
the sweetest boys I know.  You kiss almost as good as a
girl, and you cry like a little baby."  She raised an
eyebrow in much the same way as her aunt did with me several
times in the past.  "I just like making you cry."  

Well, if Marie enjoyed making me cry, she got her fill that
day.  There was no way I could -- or would -- masturbate any
more.  I was worn out and my poor penis was raw and sore.  I
tried several more times to explain that I just couldn't do
it, but that didn't change anything.  I was told I'd have to
pay up, and that meant getting slapped in the face.

And so I got up on my feet and took my punishment.  I didn't
have any choice.  Naked, beaten and exhausted, I was
outnumbered and outsmarted by those three adolescent divas.
I stood bashful and submissive as first Lisa -- SLAP!  A
short pause and then, SLAPPP! -- and then Nora -- WHAP!
SMACK! -- and finally Marie -- SMACK!  WHAP! -- each slapped
me across the face two times, each blow bringing a fresh
batch of tears to surface.  I hadn't cried that much in
front of a girl in my life.  It was a shameful,
disheartening display from which I thought I would never
recover.  

"What a little crybaby," teased Nora.  "Letting a couple of
little girls make him cry like that.  You are such a baby!"

"But ... it hurt," I said with a sob.  "You all hurt me
really bad ..."

"Poor Brandon.  You look so pretty when you cry," Marie
said.  "Poor darling, poor, poor, pretty little slave boy
..."

But my humiliation was not yet over.

"One more thing," Lisa said as I knelt down and wiped my
tears.  "Take a taste of this, faggot."

Through burning tears I looked up to see the pretty blond
girl holding a waxy leaf in her hand.  Using it as a spoon,
she'd scooped up a sizeable portion of the funny looking
white stuff I'd spurted on the marble slab.  I looked at the
semen positioned inches from my nose and then looked at
Lisa.  Surely she couldn't be serious!

"Go ahead, taste it," the blond beauty said with a firm
voice.  "If you don't, you get another slap.  And maybe a
whipping."

I tried to swallow.  My mouth was too dry.  In fact, I could
hardly speak.

"I don't think I want to ..."

THWACK!!! I screamed as the buzzing bamboo stick laid a
fiery stripe across my bare buttocks.  I broke out crying --
again, darn it! -- and looked over to see Marie practicing
for another hit.

"I think I might be pretty good at this," the little girl
said with a grin.

I looked back as Lisa.  "Come on, taste it," she ordered.
"It's either that or you get hit again. You're going to do
this eventually, so it may as well be now."

Well, of course I gave in.  You knew that was going to
happen, didn't you?  I mean, you probably would have done
the same thing, if you'd been teased and humiliated and hit
on all day long.  Screwing up my face, I opened my mouth and
Lisa shoved in the helping of sperm, smearing it on my lips
and making sure I got a mouth full.

"Don't you dare spit it out," she warned.  "Get a good taste
of it and then swallow it.  That's so when you finally do
get a boyfriend you'll know what to expect!"

I gagged on the pungent, sticky stuff, but I did as I was
told.  I was so ashamed as I chewed on the little bits and
tried to lick that awful flavor from my teeth.  Swallowing
it was torment.  Without some water -- or anything! -- it
was a taste that wouldn't leave me for the rest of the day.
I wondered if I would ever get out of this bad dream without
crying myself to death.

"Poor darling," Marie said as I smacked my lips and tried to
rid myself of the taste of semen.  "I can see now why Mama
feels so sorry for you.  You are like a little child.  So
silly and so helpless.  You're not like other boys at all."

While I stood around and cried and felt sorry for myself, I
noticed the girls were gathering up their things. I'd
completely lost track of the time, but it was obviously time
for us to return to the house.   I felt so naked as my three
tormentors adjusted their skimpy bathing suits and prepared
to leave.  The prospect of facing the adult women frightened
me, but hope reigned with the idea of going home.

If we go to my dad's house at least I can get some pants on
and hide in my room, I thought to myself.   Maybe I could
play sick and stay inside for the next few days.  Until he
comes home and things go back to normal.  Whatever THAT is!

Before we left our hiding place, the girls reminded me of my
promise to keep everything that happened a secret.  I
assured them that I was the one who was scared of being
found out.  

"No way I'm saying a word!" I said with trembling
conviction.  "I promise!"

I put my hand back up in the scout oath position.  I glanced
over at Marie and Nora and Lisa.  Funny, none of them seemed
upset.  They did have odd little grins on their faces, but
they were definitely not mad or anything.  They may have
simply been laughing at the fat little naked boy --
decorated in flowers and tears -- standing before them
pleading for his life.

"I promise, guys," I said quietly, "I swear on my grave, I'm
not saying a word to anybody!  Please, believe me.  If my
stepmother found out about any of this, I just know she'd
kill me. Please, I promise!  I will not say a word!"

Lisa frowned.  She stepped up close and raised her hand to
slap my face again.  I winced and ducked down in absolute
fear.  When the blow did not strike, I looked up.  A slight
grin cracked her otherwise serious demeanor.  

"Just you remember that!" she said.  "Tell, and I will make
you sorry you were ever born."

Rather than take me back as part of the group, the girls
decided to make it a race, leaving me behind as they all
took off running in different directions.  

"Here, little slave, you can carry this for me." Marie
giggled and tossed me something.  "Don't lose it!"

It turned out to be the stupid little pink purse she'd been
toting around all day.  Great.  Not only was I now naked,
not only did I have a bunch of flowers stuck all over me,
but now I was going to have to walk around carrying a prissy
little girl purse.  I thought about my old friends back home
and what they'd say if they saw me like this.

Boy, did I feel dumb!

Not knowing my way around the maze, I stopped for a moment
and thought.  Maybe this was the best thing to happen, I
reasoned.  At least now they wouldn't be parading me around
in front of the adults, teasing and making fun of me and
making me cry.  At long last I was no longer their "little
slave"!  Maybe now I might get a little peace and quiet to
myself.

The bad part about my predicament was being lost.  Mrs.
Taylor's famous garden maze was indeed more complex and
confusing than I thought.  With Marie's pink purse slung
over my shoulder, I stumbled around from passage to passage,
running into blind spots, dead ends and going in circles for
longer than I cared to remember.  The shadows grew long and
the air chilled, and for a while I thought I might never
escape.  Finally, I could hear voices and smell food.  I was
close!  And if I was really lucky, I would be home in a few
minutes!


Chapter Seven:  Nothing Ever Goes Right for Me

By the time I got back to the house it was getting late.
Funny thing, just as I entered an intersection in the maze
that I finally recognized, I saw several colorful pieces of
cloth scattered across the path.  I touched one with my bare
toe.  It was a pair of pink bikini panties, the kind held
together on the sides by a string.  The kind I'd seen Marie
wearing, in fact!

I couldn't help but grin.  The girls had obviously shed
their bathing suits as they'd exited the maze.  I remembered
how much fun they'd had running around naked, each one of
them with more courage than I'd ever have in my birthday
suit.  I guess they weren't done playing.  With a shake of
my head I imagined them all in the swimming pool, laughing
and playing and having a great time while I was still lost
in the maze.  That was fine.  I didn't care.  As long as
Juanita took me home, I would be happy.

Not knowing what else to do, I gathered up the discarded
panties and bras and brought them along.   There was also
the dreaded bamboo cane laying on top of Lisa's white bikini
top.  I'd probably get in trouble if I didn't pick that up,
too.  What a stupid way to end the day.  

Oh, well, I thought, it wouldn't be much longer.  I could
have sworn I recognized that rose bush on the corner ...
maybe that's the way out of here ...

I was so glad I'd finally found the garden exit that I
didn't realize I was walking into a trap.  I did notice
there was nobody in the swimming pool, something that didn't
make any sense.  And I did notice the three women, Juanita,
Mrs. Taylor and Bridget waiting for me as I stepped onto the
patio.  It wasn't until I got close that I saw the look of
anger on my stepmother's face and realized I was in serious
trouble.

"Um, hello," I said weakly.  The smile on my face was slowly
withering and turning upside down.  "What ... what's wrong?"

"What are you doing with those?" she demanded, pointing at
the brightly colored clothing in my hands.   She snatched
the bamboo cane from my hand.  "And what are you doing with
that!  Do you think this is funny???  Those poor girls!  You
little pervert!  How dare you!!!"

SLAPPP!!!!

I nearly fell down as I felt the full force of my
stepmother's slap.  It was one of those awful slaps, the
kind that knocks you senseless and smears across your nose
and draws tears before you know it.  It was the kind Juanita
excelled at giving, and she was quick to treat me to a
second one just as ferocious as the first.

SLAPPP!!!

"You're nothing but a pervert and a bully!" my stepmother
told me in no uncertain terms.  She didn't raise her voice,
but her tone was so savage, so forceful, it scared me more
than if she had been screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Just you wait until your father hears about this!  I never
would have thought ..."

SLAPPP!!!

By now I was hysterical and confused.  I didn't know why my
stepmother was mad at me.  I just knew that I was in deep,
deep trouble.  But first I had to get some crying out of the
way.

It turned out that the girls had indeed dropped their
bathing suits just before exiting the garden maze.  But they
didn't do that so they could go skinnydipping or do any nude
sunbathing.  Oh, no ... instead, they left their clothes
behind in order to get me in trouble with the adults.  And
they succeeded beyond their wildest dreams!

When Marie and Nora and Lisa showed up on the patio in
little more than their birthday suits and their flowery
adornments, they cried and sobbed and feigned hysteria. They
told the grownups how I'd gotten mad and chased them and
pulled their bathing suits loose.  They said I stole Marie's
purse, and they even told Juanita and Bridget and Mrs.
Taylor that I tried to hit them with the dreaded bamboo
stick.  The zinger came when they claimed I'd jerked off in
front of them, which shocked everyone!

"He did what?!" My stepmother stared at me like I'd set fire
to the house.

"Oh, no, Brandon, honey."  Mrs. Taylor shook her head and
gave me a sad look. "Tell me it's not true."

That's why I didn't understand what the heck was going on at
first.  My stepmother was absolutely livid to the point of
losing her temper with me.  There was so much slapping and
smacking and accusations were being thrown about so quickly,
I had no idea why I was being chastised.  But finally I got
a sense of it and I was horrified!  How could those pretty
girls -- who I'd kissed and admired and adored -- how could
they say such ugly things about me?

Surrounded by three grown women, I was interrogated on my
actions in the garden and confronted with each of the
accusations.  None of it was true -- except for the
masturbation part, of course -- and I denied everything.
That only got me more slaps and hair pulling and pinches on
my bare skin.  

"Don't you lie to me or to Mrs. Taylor or to Bridget!  Every
time you do, the worse it's going to get," warned my
stepmother.

Red-faced and near hysteria myself, I tried in vain to find
the words that would stop this madness.  The best I could do
was cry and plead, "Honest ... OW!!! ... Juanita ... I
didn't do ... OW!!!! ... anything bad.  I ... oh, that
hurt!!!! ... I promise!!!!"

The irony of my situation came when the girls -- by this
time wrapped in beach towels to presumably protect their
nakedness from my perverted eyes -- showed up on the patio
with a mixture of fake tears in their eyes and subtle smiles
on their faces.  They fueled the adults' anger with me by
repeating their accusations with vigor and enthusiasm and
adding a few well placed whimpers and sobs.

"We didn't do anything to make him mad, Mrs. Taylor," Lisa
said with anger in her voice.  "I promise!  He just grabbed
that stick and started chasing us and hitting us with it!"

"She's lying!" I cried.  "I didn't do any of that!"

"Did too!" Lisa countered, pointing her finger at me.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

A slap across my face by my stepmother put a stop to the
arguing.  Lisa looked like she'd won a prize at the
carnival.

"He scared me!" sobbed Nora when it was her turn.  "He's
just like all the other mean old boys!  He's mean and nasty
and he put his hands on my bare boobies!"

Juanita shot me a glaring stare.  "You are in for it, little
man!  When I get done with you, you won't be able to sit for
a week!"

Behind her back both Nora and Lisa grinned at me.  I wanted
to scream, I was so mad and upset.

"But I didn't do it!  I didn't do it!" I cried like a baby
as I tried to plead my case.

Juanita scowled at me.  "Shut up, unless you want another
slap!"

I bit my lip and covered my face.  I was doomed.

"We were nice to him, Mama," sniffed Marie.  "We really
were!  We were nice and he was nice ... at first, I mean.
And then he had to ... to be ugly!"

"I am so sorry, Marie," said Bridget.  While she gave her
daughter a hug, the blond beauty gave me a pouting look of
disappointment and betrayal.  "What did he do to you, mon
cheri?"

Marie sobbed and shook her head.  "Like I said, at first he
was nice.  We ... we ... picked flowers together and he
asked to help.  Then he got just mad and tore up our
flowers, including some of Aunt Elizabeth's pretty roses.  I
thought he was really sweet, and then he had to be mean!  We
had to run away when he ... when he ... pulled my panties
down and tried to touch my ... my vagina!"

There was a collective "gasp!" from everyone present.  I
looked at Juanita.  The expression on her face let me know
that no matter what I said, I was in serious, serious
trouble.

"No, Brandy ...," Bridget said, her voice a chorus of
disappointment.  "Please, darling, tell me that did not
happen!"

"He said he wanted to see us naked, Mrs. Cheney!" said Nora.
"He said he liked being naked so he wanted us naked, too!
That's when he started pulling our bathing suits loose and
tossing them in the bushes and teasing us.  And then he
touched himself in front of us!"

I looked at Bridget, who was in turn scowling at me.  

"Stupid, mean boy!" cried Lisa.  "He did a bad thing!!!"

"It certainly looks as if he did, mon cheri."  

The look on Bridget's face made me sick inside.  Her
daughter was lying, and her daughter's friends were lying.
And they all did such a good job that any goodwill I once
had with the blond French woman was gone.  

The same could be said for Mrs. Taylor.  The fire in her
eyes told me that I would be punished severely for the
cruelty I'd shown to her niece -- and to her roses!  Never
mind the misery I'd already endured at her own hands.  

After hearing all the evidence, the sentence was pronounced.
Or at least the first part of my punishment.  I was to
receive a whipping, after which I would be taken home where
Juanita would deal with me privately.  But first I had to
endure the dreaded bamboo cane once more.

I was crying like a baby as I approached the ornately carved
whipping stone.  My legs were weak and trembly as I went
down to my knees.  Just before I bent over the hard cool
surface I noticed the detailed carvings for the first time.
Were those angels?  Maybe they were cupids ... or even
cherubs?

"But ... I didn't do it," I whispered.

"Poor, poor Brandon," an adult voice said.

I looked up through my tears.  Mrs. Taylor had a calm,
pleasant smile on her face, and behind her the girls grinned
like the little devils that they were.

"Poor, pitiful boy.  Because he's eleven years old," our
hostess explained to the girls, "he only gets eleven hits,
okay?  He won't be able to take any more than that.
Besides, our purpose isn't to hurt him, but to teach him a
lesson."

Bridget nodded.  "So, let's say each girl gets three hits
and the grownups administer one apiece.  Does that sound
fair, mon cheri?"

"Yes, Mama," Marie said sweetly.  The other girls eagerly
agreed.

There was a moment of silence, then I felt a flash of fire
against my bare bottom.

"Owwww!!!! Juanita!!!!"  I rubbed my bruised bottom where my
stepmother smacked me.

"Bridget asked you a question!  Speak up or pay the price!"

"I'm, um, sorry," I mumbled.  "Yes, ma'am.  I guess ... I
guess that sounds fair."

Bridget nodded and smiled.  So did Mrs. Taylor.

"Mrs. Taylor and Bridget will each give you one here,"
Juanita said as I squirmed against the stone.  "I will get
my turn when we get home.  What I give you will make this
seem like a picnic.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said weakly.

Nora went first.  From the very first hit I felt that
uncontrollable urge to pee myself, but I somehow managed not
to.  I tried to keep from hollering, but the second hit
unleashed a sob that led to a muffled scream.  The third hit
lit the flames and I was on my way to crying like a newborn
baby.

Lisa went next.  She was a lot stronger than Nora, but her
aim wasn't as precise.  Still, it hurt like fire and I was
shaking and weak when her three strikes were over.

Marie was the worst, believe it or not.  That delicate
little flower of a girl was as precise as Lisa and
surprisingly stronger than Nora.  I know it sounds stupid,
but she had a definite talent for this sort of thing.  She
moved like she had plenty of practice behind her and had
been taught exactly what to do.  Unlike the other two girls,
she could swing that bamboo stick hard and fast enough to
make the same ominous buzzing noise that occurred when my
stepmother swung it.  She took her time between blows,
spacing them apart so that I was able to appreciate the full
extent of the burning agony before laying a fresh stripe of
pain on my bare flesh.  It was almost as bad as getting hit
by an adult.  The pain was so bad, in fact, that I lost
control of my bladder and peed for the second time on Mrs.
Taylor's fine stone patio.

"I cannot believe you did that again," Juanita complained
when Marie was done with me.  "What a nasty little brat
you've become!  A dog has more manners than that!"

I was mortified beyond belief!  Between sobs I looked down
at the patio and saw the wet spot where I'd let loose.  The
smell of urine both sickened and shamed me.  I felt someone
pat me on the head -- as if I were their pet poodle -- and I
looked up to see Marie standing over me.  

"Poor, poor Brandon," the smiling child said.  The cruel
curl on her lips betrayed the sympathetic tone in her voice.
She poked my bottom gently with the cane and whispered, "My
poor little slave boy."

"You ... you ... hurt me ... bad," I said with a sob.  I was
crying so hard I couldn't say anything else.  My pitifulness
only pleased the eleven year old child.

By the time the adults got to me, I was a mess.  Bridget
laid a single, well-placed stripe right in the crease
between my thigh and my butt, so hard that she left a welt
against the back of my poor scrotum.  Mrs. Taylor made
exactly the same blow, hitting me so hard that I thought she
drew blood.  Juanita checked my bottom end, but pronounced
me intact.

"It's nothing that a little ointment and some sunshine won't
heal," she said.  "Now, go get something to clean up your
mess!"

After scrubbing the patio and washing away the stain I'd
made, I had to stand with my hands behind my back and my
nose against a stone column that guarded the entrance to the
patio.  I can't remember how long I remained there.  It was
at least an hour, long enough for the evening to turn dark.
I do remember a lot of whispering and laughing going on
behind my back.  That, and I was so tired and upset that I
could barely stop crying.

Every once in a while one of the girls would come by to
torment me.   By this time each was fully clothed, of
course, and shameless in their delight with my unfortunate
situation.

"Poor little Brandon," Marie said during her visit.  "Don't
worry, mon petit ange.  My little angel ... my little slave.
This won't last forever.  We will have more fun soon.  I
promise!"

I broke away from staring at the stone column long enough to
see she had donned a pair of fashionable jeans and a skimpy
top.  Her breath smelled sweet as she whispered in my ear.  

"Mama forgives you for your mischief.  She said boys need a
little training, that's all.  You may come and visit me
again when you've ... learned your lesson."

"Look at the crybaby!  We ought to do this every day," Lisa
said in a taunting, teasing manner.  Like Marie, both she
and Nora had put on jeans and tops.  They looked so grown up
and I felt about five years old.  "You really do need to
come over and play with us more often, Brandy, honey.  We
love playing with little boys and making them our slaves and
making them cry."

Nora sipped her ginger ale and grinned.  "Oh, yeah!  Only
next time, instead of a slave boy, you can be our little
maid.  I always wanted a naked little boy maid.  You're
perfect for the job.  You can be my naked little boy maid
anytime you want, no problem!"

"Me, too!" Lisa joined Nora in her laughter.  "A boy maid
would be perfect!"

I wanted to yell and shout and tell them both to go to hell,
but I didn't.  I just stood there like a dummy.  I felt like
such an idiot in my stupid tears, my stupid birthday suit
and my stupid butterfly necklace.  But it was the best I
could do.

I looked over to where Juanita was watching.  The smile on
her face was broad and bright.  She didn't have to say a
word for me to know that despite my alleged crime, we would
be back.  And judging from what the girls said, they would
have their way with me for the rest of the summer, all with
her blessing.  The real agony came in knowing there was not
a thing I could do to stop it!

Now, I know what you're thinking.  You're saying to
yourself, what the heck is wrong with this guy?  How could
he let those women treat him like that?  Is he some kind of
faggot?  He might have been a little kid, but he could at
least stop those stupid girls from pushing him around!  You
most likely think, nobody would ever boss me around like
that, especially not some stupid girl!

Well, let me tell you what ... you weren't me and you
weren't there, so we'll never know what would have happened
if you had ever faced such a situation.  All I can tell you
is what happened when I tried to resist.  

That evening when we got home, for example, I was one angry
eleven year old boy!  I was furious over all that happened
and I was mad at everybody who had anything to do with my
humiliation and my pain.  I was so mad it didn't even bother
me that I had to ride home in the car naked.  I was also so
mad I forgot who I was with when I finally lost my temper.

"I'm going upstairs and locking my door!" I announced the
instant we got into the house.  I ripped the flowers off my
body, tossing the rose tiara Mrs. Taylor made for me on the
floor, and I headed for the stairway.  "I had a bad day and
it's all your fault.  I'm telling my dad what you all did to
me!  I hate you all!"

Before I took two steps I was swept off my feet, drug over
to the sofa and bent over my stepmother's knee.   Without
saying a word she wailed into me with her bare hand,
slapping my poor sore bottom with wild abandon.

"Okay, little boy," she lectured as she slapped my bare
butt, "I do not know where you think you are right now or
who you think you're talking to.  But let me remind you.
You are in my house now, under my roof and you will follow
my rules.  Your mother isn't here to protect you and your
father isn't here to make excuses for you.  You are miles
from home and you don't have any friends here but me.  If
you want to go home, then you can just walk out that door
dressed as you are, in your bare skin, and keep on walking.
It's more than one hundred miles away, so it might take you
a day or two.  Is that what you want?"

Blubbering like a baby, I shook my head.  "No ... n-n-no,
ma'am," I stammered.

"As far as your father is concerned, if you want to tell him
what has happened, I'm glad to make the call for you.  How
about I get him on the phone right now?  I'll be happy to
let him know what all you've been doing for the past few
days.  I'm sure he'd be tickled pink to know what a fine
young gentleman you're turning out to be."

"Juanita ..." I sobbed.  "Please ... no-o-o-o-o-o-o ..."

"How about I tell him how you bullied those little girls ...
or peed in front of my friends?  I bet he'd be proud to hear
THAT!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

It wasn't until I was sobbing so hard I had trouble
breathing that Juanita let me up.  And even then she
punctuated her words with a jab or a slap, just in case my
attention was drifting.

"I want you to listen to me and listen to me good.  As long
as you do what I say, you have nothing to worry about.  Do
you understand me?  All you have to do is whatever I tell
you.  It's that simple.  No tricks, no lies, just the plain
simple truth.  Cross me and I will make you sorry you were
ever born."

Tears flowed down my face as she continued to lecture me.

"Of course, if you choose to go your own way, then I'm happy
to call your father, too.  Who do you think he is going to
believe?"

I looked down at my pitiful naked body and sighed.  "I'll do
whatever you say," I replied with a sad sniff.

Juanita lifted my chin up and looked me in the eyes.

"Say that one more time," she ordered.

I took a deep breath and sighed.  "I ... I'll do whatever
you say."

"Whatever I say, huh?  Well, you'd better," she said softly.
She paused for a moment, then smiled.  "Come here, baby."

My whole body melted as she pulled me close and gave me a
warm hug.  It felt so strange, being naked like that and
then being hugged.  But I didn't complain.  Nor did I say
anything when she laid a wet kiss on my lips as we pulled
away.

"That's for being a good boy.  Keep it up and there's more
where that came from."

She then pulled me close and gave me another kiss on the
mouth.  This one was almost as long as the ones I shared
with the girls earlier that day.  It was nice ... but it was
weird, too.  

Before we did anything else my stepmother wanted to doctor
my bottom.  This entailed her getting together a couple of
tubes of ointment and a small glass jar of some other kind
of medicine.  The next thing I knew, she had me bending over
her lap as though she was going to spank me.  

"Please, don't hit me again," I said as tears started
welling up in my eyes.

"Be still and I won't," Juanita warned as she spread the
sticky goo all over my butt.  "And do stop crying.
Honestly, how old are you again?"

"I'm eleven," I said with a sniff.

"Well, you're acting like a five year old.  Don't be such a
crybaby.  This will help you feel better tomorrow.  Plus, it
will get rid of those pretty red marks on your pretty little
behind."

I clenched my eyes shut as her hands were all over me,
rubbing the ointment into every crease and crevice she
found.  I about died as her fingers slid up in my crack and
touched my anus.  They lingered there longer than I thought
necessary, testing my resistance.  Imagine my surprise --
and relief! -- when they didn't go in.  And I was just as
embarrassed when they slid to my scrotum and the aching welt
that decorated the back of it.  

"The ladies sure did leave their mark on you today," Juanita
commented.  "Imagine what they might have done if they
didn't like you."

If they didn't like me?  What did that mean?

"They ... they still like me?" I asked.  "Even after ...
after what all Marie and the girls said about me?"

I remember making a soft cooing sound as my stepmother
rubbed the sticky ointment on the back of my aching balls.
It was embarrassing, but it felt so good.

"Of course they still like you, honey.  They know you're a
good child.  You can't help that you're a nasty boy."

I thought about Bridget and Mrs. Taylor and the influence
they'd had over my life.  In some ways I hated them both,
and yet in many ways I actually liked them, too.

Talk about confused!

The remainder of the evening I could not sit.  That was
partly because my butt was so sore, and partly because of
how much gooey ointment Juanita put on my bottom.  It was so
sticky and slimy we were afraid it would stain the furniture
or even my clothes.  My stepmother came up with a solution,
of course.  I was chagrined to find myself lying in the
middle of the living room floor on a nest consisting of a
pink wool blanket and a matching pink pillow with white lace
trim.  There was little else to keep me occupied.  

"Can't I just go get in my bed?" I asked.

Juanita looked up from her fashion magazine and shook her
head.  "It's not bedtime just yet.  And after the way you
acted today, I don't trust you out of my sight.  You can
just lay there and relax and get some rest.  I don't mind.
In fact, you look cute that way."  She winked at me.
"Believe it or not, sweetheart, I actually enjoy having you
around, even if you are a pain sometimes.  Like right now,
you are so cute.  Mrs. Taylor is right ... I am very lucky
to have such a pretty little boy to keep me company."

I felt awful funny lying on my belly on that wool blanket in
the middle of my stepmother's fancy living room.  I glanced
at Juanita.  Locked in on her reading, she actually seemed
oblivious to my presence except for the occasional wink or
smile tossed in my direction.  I thought about it for a
while and realized it was an awful lot like how I'd seen
some of the other mothers care for their babies.  

"Can't I sit up, or at least cover myself with the blanket?"
I begged.  "I'm getting kinda cold."

Juanita sighed and gave me a frightfully stern look.  "No,
you may not sit up.  You have to stay on your stomach or
your side or the medicine on your butt will stain my
blanket.  And don't even try to tell me it's cold," she
warned.  "I am not stupid.  You'll be fine.  Unless you want
another whipping."

Well, of course I didn't want a whipping.  But I almost got
one because I didn't know when to shut up.  

"How about the television or letting me read my comic
books?" I asked quietly.  

"After the way you acted today, I don't think you deserve
any rewards," my stepmother said through clenched teeth.
"And if you don't learn to lay there and keep quiet, you
might get more of what you got earlier.  Do you understand
me?"

I was able to avert a disaster only after I promised one
last time to do as I was told.  "Yes, ma'am.  I'm sorry.  I
was just ..."

"Question me again, just once," warned my stepmother, "and
I'm getting your father's leather belt.   You want to avoid
that?"

"No, ma'am.  I-I-I ... I m-m-mean, yes, ma'am."  My eyes
burned from the tears that welled up in them.  "Please ... I
don't want another spanking ... Please???"

Juanita smiled at my confusion.  "Then do as you're told!"

And so, while my stepmother read and chatted on the phone
and dozed in her seat, I spent the next few hours lounging
in the middle of the living room floor, naked as a newborn
baby on my blanket and pillow.  The only problem was, that
stupid blanket itched like crazy!  The longer I laid there
the more it itched, the coarse fibers scratching my tender
young skin and driving me insane.  I didn't dare say a word
to my stepmother, though.  As uncomfortable as I was, she
still might use that as an excuse to beat my butt!

In addition to the itching of that stupid blanket, I was
bored out of my mind.  I didn't have anything to keep my
thoughts off my predicament, no book, no television, no
music ... no nothing.  Just the tedious, infernal chafing to
make me miserable.  I finally forced myself to curl up and
doze off, dreaming of better days at home with my friends.

I woke up later to feel someone rolling me over on my
stomach.  The itchy blanket immediately started to work its
scratchy magic on my sensitive nipples, belly and penis.
Next thing I felt was something slippery on my bare bottom
and privates.  It was my stepmother, treating my wounded
pride again with that sticky ointment.  

"Lay still," she said.  "Let mama make you feel better.
You'll like this a lot, I promise."

I wanted to say something about her not being my "mama," but
under the circumstances thought that not such a good idea.
Clutching my pillow under my chin, I closed my eyes and
gasped as her warm hands rubbed my bare butt over and over
again, her strong fingers tugging at my pudgy flesh, parting
the way to my puckered anus and playfully poking at it with
an excruciatingly slow rhythm.  The itching blanket wasn't
my only worry.  I knew what was going to happen next, and
there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.  

"You seem to like me playing with your butt," Juanita said
with breathy affection.  "Let's see how you like this."

Suddenly my stepmother spread my buttcheeks apart and slid
one of her slippery fingers up against, and then on through
my shameful secret spot.  I felt a wave of awfulness sweep
over me as the curious digit worked its way up inside me,
burrowing itself inside my clenched rectum and having an
apparent wonderful time exploring and playing!  Just like
when the girls had me at their mercy earlier that afternoon,
trapped face down in that hidden path in Mrs. Elizabeth
Taylor's garden, I was totally and shamefully helpless, a
slave to my captor's whim and whimsy.

"You make the cutest little noises when I do this," Juanita
said with a genuine laugh.  "You sound like a little bird or
maybe a kitten."

I felt my ears burn.  She was right.  Without realizing it,
I was actually making that little cooing sound again, sort
of like a dove.  My whole body felt hot as I realized how it
reminded me of Marie mewing as she kissed Lisa and Nora.  

All of a sudden I wondered what my three new friends would
say if they saw me right then!  They'd probably laugh
themselves sick, I figured.

"That's not a sad sound, is it?  It sounds rather sweet."
Juanita said warmly.  

Just as she said she pressed against a particularly
sensitive spot way up inside me and that I made that stupid
noise again.  It was an accident, I swear!

"Oh, my god, I think you're actually enjoying this.  You
really do like this, don't you, pretty boy?"  I was helpless
as she rolled me over on my side and exposed my stiff penis.
Giving it a playful smack, she rolled me back over on my
belly and laughed.  "You little scamp!  You're getting a
thrill from me playing with your butt!"

"I'm sorry," I said with a trembling voice.  "Please don't
be mad at me."

Juanita shook her head.  "There's nothing to be sorry about.
And I'm not mad.  This actually makes me very happy.  To
tell the truth, I'm not at all surprised.  With your pretty
looks and the prissy way you act once you're away from your
father, I knew you'd enjoy this!  I just knew it!"

"I can't help it," I said softly.  "It ... it sort of
tickles."

"That's fine, sweetheart.  Everybody has something that
gives them pleasure."  My stepmother laughed again. "If you
like somebody playing with your bottom and it feels that
good, then maybe we ought to do this a little while longer.
And a lot more often."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything at all.  

I don't know how long Juanita massaged my bottom, but it
went on long enough for me to completely lose track of time.
It could have been minutes or hours, I just don't remember.
What I do remember was moaning and squirming and getting the
most powerful erection in my entire life!  Rubbing my naked
body against that awful itchy blanket made my skin crawl.  I
was just grateful I was on my belly and my stepmother
couldn't see my stiff penis or the rueful smile on my face!

At long last Juanita announced it was time to wash up and
get ready for bed.  I watched with great dread as she
brought an armful of fluffy white towels, a pitcher of hot
soapy water and some sort of large red rubber ball with a
long black nozzle thing.  

"What's that?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the
answer.

My stepmother grinned.  "It's an enema bulb.  We're going to
use it to wash your bottom."

I made a gulping sound.  "Wash my ... my bottom?"

"That's what I said.  I thought that since it was so sore
from where you got your whipping, you might want to avoid
having to sit on the toilet for awhile.  This will help
speed things up a bit."

I blinked.  "Speed things up?"

Juanita raised an eyebrow.  "You'll see.  But that's not the
best part.  You liked me playing with your bottom, right?  I
dare say you'll just love this.  It's a lot nicer than my
itty-bitty finger.  It'll help you relax and let you sleep
better.  You'll have pretty dreams, too, no doubt."

I watched as she opened up a greenish-gray jar of petroleum
jelly and dipped a finger in the nasty goo.  She then began
smearing the jelly over the thick black rubber nozzle.  I
blushed as she glanced from her business over to me and
winked.  

"Don't look so worried, darling.  You know how much you
loved my finger inside you?  This is going to be even
better!  Way, way better!  See, look here!"

I watched in horror as she rolled me over on my side and
held the black rubber nozzle alongside my boyish erection.
I was horrified to see the similarity in size and shape.  It
even had a little ball-shaped tip, just like the tip of my
penis.  The enema nozzle was a bit thicker than my organ and
quite a bit longer.  Judging from the look on my
stepmother's face, I must have reacted just right because
she had the weirdest smile on her face.

"What do you think about that?  Isn't that exciting?  You're
a little young for the real thing, but boys your age can
have a lot of fun with a play-pretty like this!"

What she said sounded incredible, but I got the message.
Loud and clear.  I remembered what Lisa had told me and the
girls about boys having sex with each other.  The idea of a
boy putting his penis inside me didn't have any relevance at
that time.  But now ... seeing that black rubber nozzle laid
alongside my pale boyish organ ... I was pretty scared!

"I ... I don't know ..."  I looked up at my stepmother in a
panic.  "Do we have to do ... this ...?"

"Oh, don't be such a sissy!"  Juanita winked at me again,
like she was doing me a favor.  "You know you're curious to
see what it feels like.  And trust me, you're going to love
it.  I promise, this will be fun.  You just wait and see."

What happened next was like a long, awful dream.  My
stepmother had me raise up on my knees so she could place my
pillow under my belly.  She then spread several white towels
on the pillow and blanket -- just in case of an accident,
she said.  At last I was pushed back down on my belly and I
felt my butt-cheeks being pulled apart. Before I could
protest, I could feel the greasy hard rubber nozzle pressing
against my sphincter.

"Look at me," Juanita said softly.  I did as I was told,
glancing back over my shoulder.  "Poor thing.  You have such
a pretty expression on your face.  You look so scared, so
pitiful.   But so pretty.  I wish I had my camera."

I couldn't think of anything to say.  I was too worried
about being impaled by that huge ugly piece of rubber!

Juanita was playful in her cruelty.  She ran that awful
nozzle up and down the crack of my young ass over and over
again, teasing and tempting my weakening resistance until I
was as soft as warm butter. After poking and prying and
playing with my bottom, my stepmother finally pressed the
faux penis in between my cheeks and against my shy anus.   I
tried to resist at first, but she knew my manner and worked
the bulbous tip in with little trouble.  

"That's it, sweetheart ... just let mama make you happy ..."

I gasped -- I mean, I really GASPED!!!! -- for air as the
warm, slick intruder worked its way up inside me, spreading
my sphincter  wide apart and filling my boyish cavity in a
way that made all of my previous experiences that day
trivial non-events.

"Juanita-a-a-a-a-a ... it ... it ... hurts ..." I moaned.  I
didn't know if I was supposed to cry or die or get up and
run away, I was so scared.

"Shush!" my stepmother ordered.  "It doesn't hurt and you
know it!  You're doing fine.  I'm just going to leave it in
there for a while so you can get used to it.  We're going to
have to do this several times and I don't want you putting
up a fight just because you're a little bit scared."

Instead of just "leaving it in there," however, Juanita
couldn't resist slipping the rubber nozzle in and out and
around and about for the next little while.  I didn't know
what to think about that at the time except that I hated it.
Oh, I know what you're thinking, but I did hate it!  My
stepmother's finger was, well, kind of nice, but this thing
was just huge and it took literally my breath away!  It
never occurred to me that Juanita was training my bottom to
completely accept and even enjoy this frightening new game.

"Now see, that isn't so bad.  You're making that pretty
sound again, sweetheart.  I told you it would be fun.  It
actually feels kind of nice, doesn't it?  I said, doesn't
it?!!"

I could take a hint.  She wanted me to agree with her and I
wasn't in any position to argue.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.  I worked up the best sickly smile
I could find.  "It does feel kind of nice."

Juanita raised an eyebrow and winked.  "I told you so.
Imagine what it would feel like with a real live boy.  When
you get older you'll see what I mean."

I was so upset, I couldn't think of anything to say to that.

By the time my stepmother actually applied the enema
solution to my bottom I was so worn out I had fallen asleep.
Feeling several ounces of warm soapy water injected into my
rectum woke me up quick, however, and I suddenly had the
overwhelming urge to go to the toilet.  

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked.  "I really got to go."

"Not yet, sweetie.  We're not done yet."

"Please, Juanita, I gotta go bad!"

A warm hand held me down on the pillow.  "No, not yet!  Your
system needs to take in the solution and let it do its work.
If you don't let it work, then we're just going to have to
start all over again.  Is that what you want?"

I shook my head.  "No, ma'am," I managed to say without
crying.

While I waited for permission to get up and relieve myself,
Juanita removed the nozzle and refilled the bulb from the
pitcher twice more, injecting additional soapy water into my
rectum and adding to my misery.  By this time my insides
were growling and rumbling and I started feeling queasy.
Then the cramps hit me, which was really scary!  I was
assured that this was normal, which wasn't much assurance at
all.  

My stomach ache did distract me from my bottom, however.
Juanita left the large rubber nozzle in place to keep me
from having an accident, and with my focus on my belly, I
really didn't mind so much.  I mean, I could feel it, don't
ever forget that.  It just didn't bother me so much.  In
fact, it felt kind of nice, especially when I would clench
my muscles together a bit.  I tried not to let on my true
feelings since I figured that would be used against me
eventually.

I was finally allowed to get up and go void myself in the
downstairs powder room.  Juanita followed me, of course,
which added going to the bathroom to my list of traumatic
events for the day.  I had to just go ahead and do it, of
course, and I endured her smiles and snide comments with
very little dignity.  

"Now doesn't that feel better?" my stepmother asked.  "To
get all that boyish nastiness out of your system?"

I shook my head and cried.  I was so embarrassed by
everything that was happening to me.  

"NO!!!  It's not better!" I fussed.  "It's all nasty and I
feel squirmy and sick inside."

"Just wait," my guardian assured me.  "Once we get all that
ugly stuff out of you, you'll be so clean and pretty, you'll
thank me for doing this and you'll be begging for more!  We
might even find you a pretty boyfriend to have some fun
with."

Needless to say, I found that hard to believe.

Afterward we repeated the whole process at least twice more,
maybe three times.  I can't remember, I was so tired.
Juanita said something about making me "sparkling clean,
inside and out" and I just did as she said in order to avoid
making an ugly scene.  All I wanted was to go to sleep and
put this whole experience behind me, so to speak.

"You better get some sleep, you poor little thing," Juanita
said as she gave me a final kiss good night and pat my bare
bottom.  "We need to give your bottom some rest 'cause we've
got a big day tomorrow."

"Good night," I said as I curled up on my blanket.  

I could hear my stepmother's voice as she prattled about the
living room and got herself ready for bed.  "Poor, poor baby
... so tired ... so pretty ... so lovely ... I bet you'll
have lots of pretty dreams after playing our little game
tonight.  'Nitey-night, little sprite!"

I clenched my eyes shut tight and wished myself away to my
happy place ...

Just as Juanita predicted, my dreams that night were
troubled and strange.  For some inexplicable reason I kept
showing up at school in my birthday suit and at baseball
practice as well!  The other kids as a whole didn't seem to
notice, unless they said something to me.  And even then it
was like they were expecting me to be naked.  It was more
like, oh, yeah, you're naked again, big deal.  Great.  So
what.  

Funny thing, though ... I wasn't as embarrassed about being
naked in my dream as I was ashamed of my stepmother leading
me around by the hand.  I felt like a little kid because
everywhere I went, she was tugging me along and treating me
like I was retarded or something.

Still trapped in that stupid dream, I listened as a few of
my classmates, like my nemesis Frank Jackson, said something
stupid about my nude appearance.  

"Look at the pretty girlie boy!" Frank said with a bullying,
sing-song voice.  I think he even slapped me in the face
once or twice.  In my dream, I mean.  "Is the pretty little
girlie boy going to cry for me?  Cry, crybaby, cry!"

You have to know that Frank used to be my friend in
elementary school.  But when we got to junior high school he
just sort of blossomed into the big sports hero while I
stayed pudgy-chubby Brandon.  Where we once played and raced
bikes together, he ran over me on the playground and the
baseball field, and more than once he joined in a teasing
festival at my expense.

And now, in my stupid naked dream, he was getting the best
of me again.  Standing in front of him in my bare skin, I
found myself tugging on Juanita's arm and pleading for her
to take me away.  

"Don't let him tease me, please?" I begged my stepmother.
"Why does he have to be so mean to me?"

Juanita wasn't much help.  Instead of helping me run away,
she drug me closer to Frank, her voice warm and silky in my
ear.  "He's not being mean, sweetheart.  He just wants to
play.  Go and have some fun with your little boyfriend."

"But he's not my boyfriend," I said in a frightful whisper.

I felt my stepmother's warm hand in the middle of my naked
back, giving me a push forward.  The next thing I knew,
Frank was wrestling with me and trying to make me cry.  I
mean, there I was, naked as a jaybird, and I'm in that
stupid Frank Jackson's arms and ... and ... getting a hug?
Like a boy-girl hug?  That was sickening!

"You're a lot cuter than I remember, slave boy," he
whispered in my ear.

And then I had to wake up.  It was a bathroom call, thank
goodness.  Sorry, but that's what happened.  To tell the
truth, I was never so happy to pee in my entire life!

At least this time I didn't do it on the floor!

                  (to be continued ...)