Danny and the Girl Next Door 9

By David

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Danny and the Girl Next Door, Part 9

by David

 

 
 
Daniel Gilbert was one miserable boy, and for good reason. The naked seventh grader was on his hands and knees in a small plastic tub, feeling vulnerable, worried and self-conscious. Except for a pink leather dog collar around his neck he wore absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. From head to toe he was covered in soap suds, his long dark blond hair plastered wet across his face and eyes, and the rest of his plump, pink body spotted with bubbles. Complicating matters, the tiny tub was positioned precariously on a concrete picnic table on his neighbor’s patio, putting him at eye level with three very happy, satisfied young ladies, all of whom were laughing and whispering and in general having the time of their lives.
 
“Here you go, thlave boy,” Edith McAdams lisped. She used the garden hose to pour a trickle of water over the shivering lad’s shoulders and caressed his naked back with her rubber gloved hand. “Pretty thoon you’ll be jutht like new!”
 
Daniel didn’t say a word. He was too busy trying to keep his composure. Between the tub’s slippery bottom and a little bit of vertigo, he was having the worst time keeping his balance. More important, of course, he was mortified that his bare bottom was sticking out where everyone could see it; having his unclothed body stroked and groped by these stupid, ugly girls was humiliating and he hated it! It didn’t help that with every movement he made the little bell hanging from his collar would tinkle and ring, adding a bit of silliness to an already outrageous situation.
 
“Wow, this a lot more fun than I thought it would be,” chirped Hannah Wilson. “Spraying him down with the hose this morning was all right, but I really like the hands on experience of giving him a proper bath. This is just like having a real live pet!”
 
“You can thay that again!” lisped Edith.
 
Hannah grinned. “This is just like having a real live pet?”
 
“Thmart ath!” The little misshapened girl stuck her tongue out at her friend. “But theriouthly, it really ith like wathing a puppy!”
 
Samantha snorted. “Washing a puppy? He’s not a puppy. A fat little piggy is more like it.” She laughed a very unladylike laugh as she tugged on the leash connected to Daniel’s pink leather collar. “Isn't that right, little piggy?”
 
Daniel frowned at all this silly discussion. Why couldn’t they just shut up and let him go home? He’d give anything to go hide in his room, if only for a few minutes.
 
“Shut up, Samantha!” he cried out in frustration. “I’m not a pig! Stop calling me names! And stop pulling on me like that! I might fall down!”
 
“That’s not my problem, piggy boy!” The skinny, kinky haired girl yanked on the leash again. “That’s right, I called you piggy boy. What’s the matter, you gonna cry, piggy boy? You sure look like a pig, a fat little naked piggy getting his fat naked piggy butt washed by a bunch of ol’ girls!”
 
“Stop being mean to me! I’m not a piggy! And I’m not fat! Stop picking on me!”
 
“I have to go with Danny on this one,” Hannah said. “He’s really not all that fat.”
 
“See?” the naked lad spat. “I’m not fat!”
 
"Yeah, well, I notice she didn't say you weren't a pig, though, piggy boy!" the skinny Samantha said mockingly.
 
Daniel sniffed back a tear as he realized that all his shouting and aggression were for naught. Nobody was afraid of the naked fat boy in the little kid bathtub.
 
“I’m not a piggy,” he repeated softly. The little bell on his collar rang in mockery of his plight. “And I’m not fat, either.”
 
“Oh, don’t let her make you mad, piggy boy,” Hannah sang happily, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re right. You’re really not all that fat. You’re just pleasingly plump!”
 
The young boy shivered unexpectedly as Hannah’s hand slide down his back and over his bare bottom. He bit his lip as she gave him a playful but sharp slap across his sore cheeks, the wet rubber glove adding to the sound of the smack; they still ached from the paddling he’d gotten earlier in the day during their adventure in the woods. Oh, how he hated her for that! He hated her and her fat little hands and her fat face and her fat, bucktoothed smile. But more than that he hated being called “fat,” too. Or plump, either.
 
“I AM NOT FAT, Hannah Wilson! I’m not plump, either!” the naked lad fussed. It was all in vain, but he was so mad he had to say something. “You … you’re … you … you the one who’s ….”
 
“I’m what?” Hannah’s smiling, pimpled face suddenly glowed with anger. “Go ahead and say it. What am I …? What am I? Am I fat? Huh? Am I? Is that what you were going to say? Go ahead … say it! I dare you to say anything!”
 
“You better watch your mouth, Piggy Danny,” Samantha sang playfully. She gave the leash another hard yank. “You’re awfully close to getting another whippin’.”
 
“Ow! Samantha, that hurt!" Daniel cried. "Be careful! You’re gonna make me fall!”
 
The freckle faced girl gave him a vindictive grin. “Hey, you’re not exactly in the position to call anybody ugly names. Right, Piggy Danny? Am I right?”
 
The shivering lad thought for a moment, then nodded his head in submission. He looked down at his nakedness and then he looked at the gleeful faces that surrounded him. And then he sighed.
 
Who am I kidding, he thought silently. I AM fat. I’m fat and everybody knows it because they can see everything I’ve got.
 
He looked down at his bare belly and legs and sighed.
 
I can’t hide without any clothes on, he said to himself. I’m just another fatty and now everybody knows it!
 
The truth was that Daniel Gilbert wasn't exactly fat, but he wasn't exactly the athletic type, either. At twelve years of age his body looked as if it was on the verge of going one way or the other, either masculine or feminine. He actually had a fairly slender build, with long smooth legs and arms and a cute figure for either a boy or girl his age. But he also had little spots of baby fat here and there, around his belly and his butt and his thighs in particular, that gave him the almost girlish curves that distinguished him from the more macho boys at school.
 
As much as he hated his soft legs and butt, his real shame was in his breasts; for whatever reason the flesh around his nipples was puffy and swollen, giving him the humiliating privilege of having boobs nearly as large as some girls his age. Samantha even complained that they were bigger than hers, which was the ultimate insult as far as he was concerned.
 
“It’s just not fair!” the skinny seventh grader fussed more than once that day. “He looks more like a girl than I do!”
 
Why did she have to even say that, Daniel thought to himself. That’s just not right. I’m a guy! I don’t like a girl … not really.
 
The helpless lad tried not to think about his situation for the moment. It was just too awful to even consider. Oh, how he hated being naked! At school, thank goodness his secret was safe. He never had to go naked at school, of course; during gym class he just ducked into a stall and changed so the other boys wouldn’t see what he looked like. In his usual polo shirt and jeans and even in his gym clothes he looked like any other boy, pretty much, he supposed. The girls in his class even told him to his face how cute he was, which was pretty awesome.
 
None of that mattered once he had his clothes off. Daniel hated his naked body and he dreaded the idea of being naked of in front of other people. Oh, sure, just like other boys his age he dreamed of getting naked with girls and women, but in his fantasies he would be big and strong and in a position of power. His reality was that he was still a young boy on the cusp of puberty, pale and soft and weak in his bare skin; he was painfully aware that when he was naked his vulnerabilities were evident to everyone – especially himself. He was so ashamed he wouldn’t even go swimming without a t-shirt, much less think about being around other people in the nude.
 
And now his reality was slapping him in the face. Daniel was trapped without a stitch to wear and on display in front of the girl next door, Hannah Wilson, and her friends. “Hannah the Hippo” and her band of geeks and freaks. The blushing seventh grader felt sick being the center of attention for so many mocking eyes, so many teasing tongues, especially in his birthday suit. And especially with Hannah Wilson and her two weirdo friends. They were the outcasts, the ones that nobody ever talked to at school, the odd ones that everyone avoided at all costs. Often the butt of jokes, these were the nerds, the fat and the skinny and the ugly. Danny himself was guilty of teasing them and even being part of the cruel pranks that preyed upon their differences.
 
And now he was at their mercy, literally a prisoner and slave to the very same girls he once held in such disregard.
 
Why, oh why did it have to be them, he wondered silently as he knelt helplessly in the plastic tub. Why do they have to see me without any clothes? Why couldn’t it have been some prettier, someone nicer? Why did I have to end up with these ugly girls and not somebody else?
 
The answer, of course, was that he was being punished for being a bully. No, he wasn’t evil and it might be argued that he didn’t have mean bone in his body; but in his need to be popular and hang out with the popular kids he’d participated in some things he knew he shouldn’t. He’d laughed and teased along with his friends, and he’d even initiated a few instances of bullying, most notably the rumors about Hannah and her mom sunbathing in their back yard. He had done wrong and he knew it. And now he was getting back more than he gave, and it was an experience he was going to remember for a long time. If it ever ended, of course.
 
Ironically, Daniel often dreamed about being naked with a girl – what adolescent boy didn’t? – but not like this. This wasn’t fun or exciting or anything like he’d fantasized. Not at all. This was a cruel nightmare where he was the helpless little pet and plaything at the mercy of a pack of cruel females, and he had no privacy or dignity or any amount of respect at all. Hannah and Samantha and Edith were eager and ready to get their revenge on him, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop them.
 
A playful voice suddenly woke him from his thoughts.
 
“You’re awful quiet, slave boy.” Hannah looked at him with a goofy, bucktoothed grin. “Want me to cheer you up a bit?”
 
The fat girl’s chubby hands suddenly ran up his legs and under his bare stomach and nipples, her rubber gloved fingers probing and pinching him in the most embarrassing places and causing him to squirm and burst out with involuntary laughter.
 
“Yow! No Hannah!!! That’s rude!” he cried “Nooooohohoho … hahahaaaaa … no … please … stop iiiiiiheheheheheheeeeeet!”
 
“See, all you need is a little love from Hannah to make you laugh,” his tormentor said smugly.
 
Daniel tried not to react as the rude girl assaulted him again, pinching and tickling him in all his sensitive places in between his legs and under his belly, but he couldn’t help himself. He squirmed and wriggled and giggled like a little kid having the time of his life. This only encouraged the large girl to tickle him even harder. The flustered lad couldn’t do anything to stop her and he laughed so hard he lost control of his functions … and to his horror his bottom let loose and passed gas!
 
Hannah giggled. “Oh, nice fart. Way to go, pig boy.”
 
"S-s-sorry," Daniel whispered in genuine shame. "I ... couldn't help it."
 
“Ew! The little brat farted!” squealed Samantha. “See what I mean! He really is a pig! I told you so! He looks like a pig, he acts like a pig and he even smells like a pig!”
 
At first Edith couldn’t say anything. She laughed so much she had trouble catching her breath. Her merriment was contagious and the other two girls quickly joined in. Daniel was so embarrassed he lowered his head in total and absolute shame. The tinkling of the childish bell on his collar just added to his humiliation.
 
“Piggy Danny farted!” the little girl finally squealed. “How funny! I love it! I love it! He’th thooooo cute! I really do love playing with our naked little Piggy Danny. We’re gonna have to do thith a lot more often!”
 
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” agreed Hannah. She bent down put her face right in front of Daniel’s and smiled a broad bucktoothed smile. “See what you get, Piggy Danny? See what you get for being fat and nasty?”
 
Daniel Gilbert cringed to be the subject of such disgusting conversation. He hated fart jokes almost as much as he hated being naked. Almost. The fact that he farted in front of the girls – without any clothes on! – was the most horrible thing in the world in his mind. This was something they’d never him live down for as long as he lived.
 
Why me, he asked for the umpteenth time that day. Why does this stuff always happen to me?
 
He looked down at his nakedness and shivered; despite the summer heat he was cold and wet and sore in the most embarrassing places. Plus, kneeling on all fours on top of a picnic table was not the most dignified position to be in. Of all the nightmares he ever had, he never imagined something as horrible, or as outlandishly ridiculous, as this!
 
How much longer do I have to put up with all this insanity?
 
“Aren’t you guys done yet?” he whined weakly. “Come on, hurry up. This isn’t fun at all!”
 
“Are you kidding me?” Hannah chirped. “This is the best fun we’ve had all day!”
 
“Fun for you, not for me,” the angry boy spat.
 
A sharp tug at his collar and the tinkling of a bell cut off his complaint. He looked up to see Samantha staring at him with a disgusted smirk.
 
“Quiet, Piggy Danny! Nasty pig boys are supposed to be seen and not heard. Or smelled!”
 
She gave another harsh yank on the pink leather leash and waved the dreaded ping pong paddle in his face. He cringed as it was the very same paddle that Hannah had used to blister his bottom earlier in the day.
 
“Any more whining, another sound, another fart, and I’ll beat your butt again.”
 
“Noooo,” whimpered the helpless Daniel. He struggled to maintain his balance as he knelt precariously on all fours in the little wash tub; the plastic bottom was slick with soap, and it would only take a small slip and he’d be flat on his face in sudsy water. If he wasn’t careful he could fall off the table and get hurt for real!
 
“Stop bothering me, Samantha! You’re not the boss of me!” he yelled in desperate frustration.
 
That was a mistake.
 
SMACK!!! WHAP!!! SLAP!!! WHACK!!!
 
Oh, the agony was horrid as that cruel girl slapped his bare bottom repeatedly and fiercely with that awful paddle. If she'd set him on fire it would't have been any worse.
 
“Please, don’t spank me anymore, Samantha,” he sobbed, his voice trembling. “My butt’s sore enough … it really hurts. Please, don’t ….”
 
“You should have thought of that before you smarted off!” the vindictive girl fussed.
 
WHAP!!! SMACK!!! SLAP!!! WHACK!!!
 
Oh, how Daniel so wanted to get up and run away, but between the collar and leash and his fear of falling the poor lad just had to stay still and take his punishment.
 
BAP!!! CRACK!!! SNAP!!! THWACK!!!
 
“OOOOW!!! Oh God!!! Please, Samantha, no hitting! Owowowow!!! Please, God! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"
 
SMACK!!! WHAP!!! SLAP!!! WHACK!!!
 
"AAAIIIEEEE!!! Oh God it hurts!!! It hurts!!! No more! No more! Please Samantha, no more!"
 
“Who’s the boss now? Huh? Who’s the boss now?”
 
"You’re the boss! *gasp* You’re the boss! Please, Samantha … YOU’RE THE BOSS!!! *gasp* Please don’t spank me anymore. Please ….”
 
The sobbing lad lowered his head in complete submission. His poor bottom was aflame with pain and his pleas were genuine and contrite.
 
"You're ... the ... boss ...."
 
“You’re damned right I’m the boss.” The skinny girl tugged on Daniel’s leash and pulled his face up so it was close to her own. “Give us any more lip and we’ll string you up and give it to you like we did in the woods.”
 
A wave of fear swept through the naked boy’s being. The image of being tied up and beaten again flashed inside his head, triggering a sudden desire to be as cooperative as possible.
 
“Please don’t use that paddle on me again!” he begged. His butt ached at the memory of his earlier punishment. “I’ll do anything you say. I promise, okay? Please? I said I’m sorry!”
 
“Then shut your little mouth,” the freckle-faced girl snarled, yanking yet again on the leash. “Or I’ll shut it for you!”
 
“Please don’t do that,” the blushing lad said desperately. He reached back and rubbed his buttcheek, wincing at the fiery pain left by the paddle. “You’re gonna make me fall down.”
 
“You just better watch your mouth, pig boy, or I’ll do worse than that!”
 
Hannah quickly jumped in to end the quarrel. “Okay, okay, now that you’ve got that settled, are you sure you don’t wanna help wash him, Sambo? It’s a lot of fun. More fun than you might think.”
 
“No way! I’m having enough fun as it is.” Samantha jerked yet again on the leash, causing the naked lad to mew softly, just like a helpless kitten; he didn’t dare complain again for fear of getting another beating.
 
The skinny girl looked right at him and snorted. “I could get used to this. I like being in charge of boys.”
 
Daniel bit his lip and remained obedient as Hannah and Edith resumed bathing him. They’d already rinsed him off once with warm water from the kitchen and rubbed his naked body up and down with soapy sponges and rags. Now they were just having some fun, running their rubber-gloved hands over his shiny slick skin, rubbing and poking and pinching him in the most inappropriate places.
 
“Nooooo …,” he whispered under his breath. “No more, please.”
 
First they’d made him raise his arms up above his head, one at a time, so they could get at his nipples and belly with their brushes and fingers, nipping and tickling him until he was squealing and giggling like a little schoolgirl.
 
"Pleeeeeeheheheheeease don't do thahahahahaaat," he wheezed between giggles. "Please *gasp* no … stop it! I'm still *gasp* hurting."
 
“Just a few minutes ago you were crying like a little baby,” Hannah teased. “I thought you didn’t like getting a bath from us mean old girls.”
 
"I ... hehehe ... don't ... like ... Please, Hannah! No! *gasp* Please don't .... Nooooo-hohohoho-heheheheeee ...!"
 
Daniel tried to complain, but Hannah and Edith both hit him with another round of tortuous tickling with curious fingers and those god-awful brushes. His nipples were pinched and pulled and his penis tingled alarmingly so as the rough bristles ran playfully across the sensitive tip.
 
“I … hahahahaha … I ca- … hehehehehe … caaaaahahahahaan’t he-he-he-help it,” he cried. “Stop … gah!! Stop tickling … *GASP!!!* STOP TICKLING MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!”
 
“I think our little piggy likes all this attention,” quipped Samantha. “He pretends to be embarrassed and shy, but the little perv is eating this up and having more fun than he lets on.”
 
Edith giggled. “I don’t care. Ath long ath I get to play with my pretty naked Danny, I don’t care if he liketh it or not. Thith ith the betht time I’ve ever had in my life!!!”
 
Daniel couldn’t hear everything that was being said, but he heard enough to know that his tormentors weren’t even close to being done with him. He soon found himself back down on all fours so they could do his unprotected sides, his ribs and underarms, followed by his legs and bare bottom.
 
“Whoa!” he gasped when an errant rubber covered finger traced along his butthole and gave him a rude poke. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no! Not that! Not that!”
 
“I’m jutht making thure your bottom ith clean,” little Edith said playfully. "You know, in cathe you need to fart again."
 
"Ew, Edith, that is so gross!" Samantha snapped. “Don’t do that!”
 
Daniel cringed as the little girl's continued her curious caresses. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no! Please, Edith ... don’t touch me there! Please?”
 
“Stay still or I’ll give you something to really ‘whoa’ about,” warned Hannah. “You let Edith do whatever she wants. And you better not fart again, either.”
 
“OW!!! NOOO!!!” he screamed when somebody suddenly grabbed the tip of his penis. “Stop it! STOP IT!!!”
 
Edith giggled. “Tickle tickle tickle! I got your pickle!”
 
Before he could react he felt something pinch his exposed ball sack as well.
 
“And I got your balls!” Hannah announced proudly.
 
“OW!!! NO!!! Don’t grab me there! Hannaaaaaah! P- … puh-leeeeeeeeassssse stoooooop iiiiiiiiiiiiit!”
 
And so it went. The more the girls washed and tickled him in between his legs, the louder the naked lad squealed and laughed, despite his fears of getting another paddling.
 
“Nooooohohohohohoooo!!!” he yelled. “Let go of my wieneeeerrrrr!!! Ow, my balls! You’re hurting meeeeeehehehehheheeee!!! *gasp* Stop! *gasp* It! *gasp* Hehehehe … hahahahaaaaaa … Pleeeeeeeheheheheheeeeesssse! *gasp* Oh, God!! Oh GOOOOD!!! Gah!!! Pleeeeehehehehehahahahaaaaaa …!!!”
 
As hard as he tried he couldn’t get away. The girls tickled and pinched and poked him until he was nearly hysterical. He struggled to get up and run off – to where exactly he had no idea – but Samantha held him down with the leash, laughing and joining in the spirit of the game.
 
“Oh, no! You’re not getting away from us, piggy boy,” she scolded. “You’re our slave and you’re going to stay still and take your medicine whether you like it or not!”
 
 
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Eventually the children raised enough noise to draw the attention of the adults in the house. Daniel knew he was in for it when his stepmother and Mrs. Wilson both appeared at the kitchen window.
 
"Oh noooo," he whispered. "Not now. Not Delores. Not like this ...."
 
“What’s going on out there?” Delores Gilbert yelled. “Danny, if you’re causing problems, I swear to god ….”
 
As if that wasn’t bad enough his Aunt Margarite opened the back door and stepped onto the patio. His heart pounded painfully so as she headed right in his direction.
 
"Don't worry so much, sis. I have this," the pretty woman sang cheerily.
 
"Somebody better have it or somebody is getting a whipping," fussed Daniel's stepmother.
 
Mrs. Wilson laughed and gave the miserable lad a flirtatious smile. “Hey, girls! Oh Danny, look at you! How cute! Are you having fun? It looks like you’re having the time of your life!”
 
The naked boy cowered down in the plastic tub, ashamed and afraid. Of all people, Hannah’s mother was the strangest; her constantly cheerful attitude and matter-of-fact manners added a legitimacy to his predicament that he found as creepy as it was scary.
 
"Please make them stop! They won't leave me alone! They were done with my bath a long time ago, but they keep picking on me and tickling me!" he cried. "Please make them stop it! Please?"
 
“Oh, stop being such a crybaby,” Margarite replied as she strolled across the patio. “You're having fun and you know it, you pretty little thing.”
 
“He better not have too much fun.” Delores Gilbert growled from her perch at the window. “Danny, I am serious! If I hear about you doing anything nasty, you will be soooo sorry.”
 
“I’m not laughing on purpose,” the poor child whined. He felt so self-conscious kneeling before so many girls and women in his birthday suit. “They’re doing stuff to make me laugh! Please, Delores, Margerite, I don’t want to be here in the first place. Can't I go home? Please? Pleeeease ...?”
 
“Oh, poor baby.” Daniel looked up to seeing Margerite standing by his side. An evil smile spread over her face as she brushed his long dark blond locks back over his ear and gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek. “Why would you want to leave, honey bunny? It looks to me like you have a pretty good thing going here. What’s the matter, don’t you like hanging out naked with a bunch of cute girls?”
 
To his horror and confusion Daniel watched as his aunt produced one of his father’s old black and white nudist magazines. She’d flipped it open to a page with several photos depicting a young naked boy standing in an old fashioned metal wash tub. Like Daniel he was covered in soap suds, and likewise there were several young girls standing around him with brushes and sponges. The only difference was the girls were also nude. Accompanying photos showed the young lad being washed, rinsed and buffed dry by his nymph-like playmates.
 
“See? This is just like in your little jerk off magazines. Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting? Hmm? Haven’t you been wanting to get naked with a bunch of cute little girls? Hmmm? Isn’t this your dream come true?”
 
A barrage of laughter surrounded the offended twelve year old and he felt even more demoralized than he did before. His aunt was using psychology on him and, well, it was working. It was like she could read his mind, just like how his stepmother figured out his dirty little secrets. His perversity was out in the open and now they were using it all against him. And that was the scariest thing of all!
 
“I wanna go home,” Daniel fussed. “I don't want to be here!”
 
“Well, we can't leave you by yourself,” his stepmother called down from her perch at the kitchen window. "That's for damned sure. You've proven you can't be trusted alone. You'll just steal another pair of panties and jack off again."
 
The horrified lad felt sick in his stomach as a burst of girlish laughter filled the air. He struggled to remain upright as his arms and legs went limp as noodles with shame.
 
Why did she have to say that, he thought sadly.
 
Delores gave him a sneering smile. "You just behave yourself if you don’t want another spanking. And you do whatever Hannah and the girls tell you. Do you understand me?”
 
The naked boy felt a cold chill run over his bare skin. “Do I have to?”
 
“Do you want me to call your father? I'll be happy to tell him what a little thief and pervert you are.”
 
Daniel shook his head. “No, ma’am,” he sniffed.
 
“Good. Now you behave while Mrs. Wilson and I work on supper. Girls, I want Danny clean and smelling good when you’re done. Think you can do that?”
 
“No problem, Mrs. G!” Hannah replied. “You can count on us!”
 
“That’s what I thought. Let me know if our little pig boy gives you any trouble.”
 
The naked lad wilted in disgrace as his stepmother disappeared from the window. Hearing her call him “pig boy” meant she’d been watching all along everything that happened. He wondered what else she knew. There was no keeping any secrets from her, that was for darned sure!
 
And speaking of secrets ….
 
“You thould have been here a few minuteth ago, Auntie Margerite,” Edith said with a childish giggle. “Danny farted!”
 
Margerite laughed. “So I heard. Really, Danny, where are your manners? Do you do this in front of all the pretty ladies?”
 
Daniel felt his face burn with frustration and embarrassment as his aunt gave him a sweet but mocking grin. Why did she have to be here? Why couldn’t she go inside and mind her own darned business???
 
“Actually, I’m not surprised your little pig boy farted,” Margerite said with a mischievous smile. “That’s to be expected, considering his little treatment this morning.”
 
Hannah took the bait, of course. “Treatment? What treatment?”
 
“Yeah, what treatment?” Edith said, her voice filled with excited curiosity.
 
“Oh, just his enema. We gave it to him when he got up. Our little pig boy wasn’t feeling good when he woke up this morning, were you, pig boy?”
 
It took Daniel a moment to realize what they were talking about. When he did his eyes went wide with fright. What was … his aunt wasn’t going to … tell the girls … THAT … was she?
 
“Please, Margerite … don’t ….”
 
Margerite shot him a playful look and giggled, just like a little girl. “What’s the matter, pig boy? You don’t like me talking about your enema? I can’t imagine why. You really seemed to enjoy it.”
 
"Please don’t tell them about that," he whispered. "Pleeeeease ...?"
 
The pretty woman raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, don’t be shy, honey bunny. These cute little girls are all your friends. This is probably something they’d like to know, wouldn’t you think?”
 
“But … it’s embarrassing,” the blushing lad said.
 
“Then that’s all the more reason to tell them, don’t you think?”
 
The next thing Daniel knew, the girls all converged on his Aunt Margerite. She gave him a sly smile, then began whispering in earnest into three sets of eager ears. He couldn’t hear everything, but it was enough that he wanted to just lay down and die.
 
“… poked him in the butt … all stopped up … soapy water … he really seemed to like it ….”
 
A smattering of titters were followed by a burst of gasps, ending up with a storm of laughter, guffawing and snickering. Daniel lowered his head as smug looks and glances from the younger girls were too much for him to handle. The victorious, delighted expression on the plump woman’s face added an extra level of dread to his already defeated spirit.
 
“Sooooo, you got your butt washed, huh, Danny?” Hannah sang as the foursome broke ranks and surrounded the table and stood over him. “Was it as much fun as it sounds? From what your auntie says you had a great time.”
 
“Yeah, pig boy,” Samantha snorted. “It sounds like you really like getting it up the butt! Just like a fat little piggy!”
 
“Let’s just say that he didn’t hate it,” Margerite said with a bright smile.
 
“I really with I’d been there,” the little misshapened Edith gently lisped. “I uthed to get them all the time in the hothpital. They’re not tho bad after a while. It would have been thoooo muthch fun to help give Danny hith.”
 
The teasing and insults when on for a long time. Kneeling down on his elbows, Daniel put his face in his hands and tried to ignore his interrogators, but it wasn’t easy. He didn’t know which was worse, Samantha’s crude butt jokes – “Hey, if Piggy Danny liked his enema I wonder how he’d like the garden hose up his butt!” – or Edith’s smothering, lisping comments – “It’th okay if you like it, Danny. It’th really kinda fun, ithn’t it?”
 
“Since you said he farted, let’s take a look and see if he needs another cleansing,” Margerite said in a matter of fact tone of voice. “He should be good for the rest of today, but you never know for sure. He got it pretty good this morning, but better safe than sorry.”
 
Samantha snorted. "Yeah, he's sorry, all right."
 
Daniel was horrified as the four females suddenly moved behind him. He could feel their collective eyes on his naked bottom and he didn't like it.
 
What is it with my butt, he wondered bitterly. Why is everyone so interested in my naked bottom? Why can’t they just leave me alone!!???
 
"What if he farts again?" Samantha complained. "Ew ... what if he poops?"
 
Hannah sighed. "Sambo, really? That's so gross!"
 
“I’m pretty sure you’re all safe,” Daniel’s aunt said in a very clinical tone of voice. “I’m going to check, though, just to make sure. Here, watch and learn and then you can do it yourself.”
 
There was a familiar snapping sound and the twelve year old lad felt a chill go up his spine. He looked over his shoulder to see Margerite wriggling her hand into a rubber glove. The last time he saw her do that his life was turned upside down. And now it was about to happen again.
 
Daniel felt a sick sense of dread as he buried his face in his hands.
 
Oh God, please don’t let that happen again, he prayed. Please, not again.
 
“Okay, let me soap him up a little bit … get a little on my fingers here. Okay, I’m ready.”
 
Not now. Not this. Not again. Not … in front of … these … these stupid girls!
 
The young boy’s eyes went wide with fright as he felt multiple hands groping and roaming over his bare bottom. He tried not to turn around and but he couldn’t help himself; sure enough, all three girls were staring right at his butt, their face alight with gleeful curiosity and mischief. If there was ever a time he wished he was dead, it was right then and there.
 
Margerite looked right at him and smiled, her face twisting into an evil sneer as she playfully wiggled her soapy, rubber gloved fingers and then let them linger over his exposed bottom. He quickly clenched his buttcheeks together only to have them slapped and pulled apart by several pairs of eager hands. A burst of mischievous giggles ensued as his little hole was exposed to his young captors.
 
"Thank you, girls. All right, Danny sweetie, you know the drill. Don’t fight it. Open up your pretty little rosebud, honey bunny. Auntie wants to check and make sure you’re good to go, okay?”
 
Edith giggled. "Aw, how cute. A pretty little rothebud. I love it!"
 
“A rose by any name still stinks,” quipped Samantha. “Or at least this one does.”
 
Daniel took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. He had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen next, and it wasn’t going to be good ….
 
No no no ... oh my gosh … oh gosh … ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh … oh GOOOOOOSSSSHHH!!!
 
 
* * *
 
 
Edith McAdams was in heaven as she stared at the fascinating sight in front of her. She could not believe her eyes as she watched Danny Gilbert – no, make that a NAKED Danny Gilbert!!! – kneel awkwardly before her very eyes with his butt stuck up in the air. Even better, she couldn’t believe she had her hands on his bare cheeks, holding them apart as his amazing Aunt Margerite conducted a real time rectal examination. She couldn’t believe her eyes! The diminutive, lisping girl had long dreamed of playing “doctor” with a real live boy all her life, and now that opportunity was coming to life … and it was the most marvelous thing that had ever happened to her!
 
Since arriving at her friend Hannah Wilson’s house that morning Edith’s life turned into a virtual rollercoaster of surprises, thrills and fun. So much had happened in such a short amount of time – had it only been one day? – the poor girl was having a difficult time processing it all. But so far she was doing pretty good.
 
Pretty good? Edith thought to herself. I’m doing amazing! I’m doing fantastic! This is the best day in my whole freaking life!
 
The best day of her life, indeed! From the moment that Hannah had opened up that closet door and shown Danny Gilbert bound and practically naked in his underwear, life was never going to be the same. The mere fact that someone like Danny, so cute, so attractive … oh, and those dreamy eyes! They were to die for!
 
Anyway, the mere fact that someone like Danny could end up naked in the hands of someone like Hannah or Samantha or Edith, that changed the little girl's perspective on everything. Edith had always known that there was more to life than mere superficial things like looks and money and social standing; when she saw the boy of her dreams, twelve year old Danny Webster Gilbert, standing in Mrs. Wilson’s hall closet looking like a kidnap victim in naught but his bare skin, that was a confirmation of everything she believed in. Seeing this gorgeous, adorable boy so venerable and exposed made her extremely happy. And it was a huge boost to her self-esteem.
 
God, he's so cute like that, she thought to herself. I simply can't stand it!
 
One thing was certain – Edith loved her life at that moment. Everything that happened that day, from seeing Danny’s penis for the first time to watching Hannah beat his bare butt during their bizarre little adventure in the woods, any one of those would have been worth a chapter in her journal. She’d never thought she’d see a naked boy, not any time soon, at least. And now, not only had she’d seen one, she’d gotten to touch him, too!
 
Heck, not only did I get to touch him, but I even got to kiss him, she thought proudly as she reflected on the events of the day so far. Plus I jacked him off!!! There are grown women who never got that far with a boy, and I got to do all that in one day. And I’m just twelve! How cool is that?
 
The truth of the matter was that the eccentric little Edith was fully aware of who she was and how she appeared and sounded to others. Her bent body and odd looking face were never a problem with those who loved her, but around the kids at school she was pegged as “crippled” from the very beginning. That stupid lisp didn’t help much, of course, nor did being a brainiac. There were times when she wished she was tall and sleek and blond and popular; in other words, “normal.” But her mom had pushed her to realize she should be proud of her differences and use them to her advantage.
 
“It’ll pay off one of these days, sweetie,” her mother said more than once. “Nothing will change who you are but you. You’re funny and intelligent and beautiful in ways other people don’t understand. Just be the best little Edith you can be and everything else will fall into place.”
 
Edith tried to believe what her mother told her, but it was hard to take, especially with other kids her age. Being the butt of so many jokes, being called “frog face” and “lame” and “cripple girl” was bad enough. But to see her two closest friends – her only friends! – suffer at the hands of the so-called popular boys and girls at school, that was a nightmare. There wasn’t much she could do about it but learn to cope and work on her patience.
 
Edith dealt with her frustrations by burying herself in her books and limiting her socializing to one or two others that found themselves in similar straits. That’s how she came to be so close with Hannah and Samantha. They were each odd in their own way, Hannah with her weight and complexion, Samantha being tall and skinny and all awkward. But they were also bright and funny and interesting – when they weren’t angry or depressed. Edith did her part to liven up the party with her little jokes and acting all cute. But she shared their frustration with life and sometimes fell into depression herself.
 
But now, with Danny Gilbert at their mercy, it all looked as if fate had taken a left hand turn. Danny was one of those shy, cute boys who would be nearly flawless if he didn’t hang around the wrong people all the darned time. Okay, yes, Edith had a serious crush on him ever since she noticed him in class one day brushing back his long dark blond hair.
 
Oh, that is one adorable boy, she said to herself. She loved Danny’s hair and the little way he’d play with it without thinking. Oh God, he's soooo cute I can't stand it!
 
And no wonder. Despite his friends Danny had many redeemable qualities. He was smart and he had an adorable figure, not too macho, thankfully, and his lips were just perfect for kissing. Not that Edith had any experience in kissing boys. But she thought about it all the time, especially when she saw Danny Gilbert and those luscious, plump pink lips of his!
 
He wasn’t perfect, of course. Few people are, but Danny’s flaws were painful as far as Edith was concerned. As much as she tried to like him, she would get so angry whenever he joined his more popular friends in teasing kids like Hannah and Samantha. Especially Hannah. That poor girl. Hannah was her best friend and you don't mess with friends like that!
 
But that is all right, Edith mused as she marveled at the naked lad before her. Hannah and Sambo and I have all the power now and Danny is ours to do as we want! By the time we’re done with him, he’ll appreciate me … a lot more than he can even imagine!
 
The trick, she realized, was not to squander this opportunity, but plant seeds so that it would grow into something greater and even more rewarding for the long term. Oh, no … if she had her way this was not going to be a once in a lifetime event. This was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
 
And now it was her turn to change Danny’s life just as much he’d changed hers.
 
 
* * *
 
“Oh-oh-oh … oooooooohhhh … gosh. Oh … my … gooooooossssshhh ….”
 
Daniel Gilbert could barely recognize his own voice. He was so drunk with emotion, so dizzy in his confusion, he could barely breath much less talk.
 
“Are you all right, honey bunny? Hmm? You really liked that, didn’t you? Hmmm? Didn’t you? Hmmm? Didn’t you?”
 
Daniel shook his head, then nodded. “Noooo ... please ... don't make me say it ….”
 
“Oh, don't be shy, honey bunny. Speak up so we can hear you. Say you like it. Come on, don’t be bashful. Tell Auntie Margerite the truth now before she gets upset with you. Tell me how much you liked it. Come on, say you liked it or I'll do it again.”
 
Daniel sighed, triggering a trickle of girlish giggles. Part of him wanted his aunt to keep her fingers where they were, but part didn't. Well, not in front of the girls, that is. As much as he loved the way she touched him, he didn't want anybody getting the wrong idea.
 
“I … I guess ... I kinda liked it.” He made a sour face as he realized how stupid his words sounded. "A little bit, I guess."
 
There was pause, followed by some whispering, then more giggles.
 
“Say thank you, Auntie Margerite. Come on, honey bunny. Say thank you, Auntie Margerite, for being so good to me. Say it. Say it now! ”
 
The humiliated boy made another sour face and lowered his eyes in complete and utter disgrace. “Uuummm … thank you … Auntie Margerite …," he whispered. "For being so good to me."
 
Another soft wave of giggles caused Daniel Gilbert to blush. He buried his face in his hands. He then let out a long "oooh" of relief as his aunt slowly removed her fingers from in between his butt cheeks. For the past several minutes he’d enduring the most mortifying – and enthralling! – inspection of his body in his young life. He’d almost forgotten how his aunt’s forceful fingers slipping inside his bottom affected him; his entire body was alight with a tingling, electric sensation that left him both giddy and bewildered at the same time.
 
Oh … god …., he thought to himself. How can that feel so … good?
 
The pleasure Daniel felt only added to his degradation. He just knew he was the only boy in the world who enjoyed having his bottom poked and fingered, and he was so ashamed of himself for being such a pervert. But the truth of the matter was that he wanted his aunt to keep it going forever, to have her fingers up inside his anus, massaging and exploring and controlling his inner feelings; he would have begged her to continue, too … if it hadn’t been for the three gawking onlookers that witnessed his shameful examination.
 
Stupid girls, he thought to himself. Stupid me!
 
“Okay, just as I thought, our little piggy’s just fine," Margerite cheerfully announced. "I’d have been surprised if he was otherwise. We repeated his enema several times this morning and he’s had hardly anything to eat. He’s still pretty much sparkling clean, inside and out.”
 
“Well, the little piggy better not poop on us,” growled Samantha. “That’s all I’m sayin’. He just better not!”
 
“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Margerite sang in a sing-song lilt in her voice. “Your little pig boy is pretty much sparkling clean, inside and out!”
 
A flutter of girlish laughter lit the air, angering Daniel and prompting him to lash out.
 
“It’s not funny!” he fumed. “That was awful and I didn’t like it! Stop laughing at me! I want to go inside now and be left alone!”
 
SMACK!!! The poor lad jumped as his bottom burned like it was on fire. He looked back to see Samantha holding the dreaded ping pong paddle. Her face beamed with delight as he fought back the urge to cry.
 
“Shush it, pig boy,” the freckled faced girl scolded. “You’re such a liar. We all heard with our own ears when you said you liked it. Plus, the way you were all squirming and cooing, that was ridiculous.”
 
“But ….”
 
CRACK!!! The burn of the paddle on his pale pink bottom took his breath away. He bit his lip and swore he wouldn’t say another word. For now.
 
“You must like getting your butt blistered,” Samantha said. “Well, just remember, there’s a lot more where that came from. Complain again and see what you get.”
 
“Poor little Danny,” Edith said sadly. “Did that hurt my little thweetie? What’th wrong, honey bunny? Do you want Edith to make it all better?”
 
Daniel’s aunt laughed. “Oh, Edith, you silly thing, he’s not hurt. Not at all. He just had the thrill of his life. Look at his little lie detector if you don’t believe me! He loves getting his fat little butt poked. He’s a happy little piggy if you ask me.”
 
There was a collective gasp of surprise, followed by an outburst of girlish laughter.
 
Daniel looked down between his legs and sure enough, his treacherous penis was sticking out, stiff and bobbing about as happy as could be! Despite all of the groping and pinching his boyish organ endured so far that day, the wretched thing was alive and well and telling the world just how much he’d enjoyed getting stuck in his bottom.
 
“Holy crap!” fussed Samantha. “What a little pervert he is! Look at that thing! Doesn’t it ever get tired?”
 
“Wow, isn’t that interesting,” Hannah said with a mocking, knowing tone of voice. “His wiener is pretty excited, it looks like. I think maybe we need to do something about that!”
 
Margerite laughed. “You know how boys like jacking off, right? Did you know that sometimes you can get the same effect by playing with their bottoms? It’s true. It might take a while, but it happens all the time. Give it a try. That’s one of the most fun things about being a nurse, you know. Playing with a boy’s butt!”
 
Daniel suddenly woke from his drunken stupor. He couldn’t believe what he just heard! He looked up at his aunt and saw the evil grin on her face. Did she just say that he thought she …?
 
“Please, Margerite … no. Don't tell them that. Not that. Please, not ... that.”
 
“It’s too late, piggy boy. Your secret is out. Just stay still for a little while and let the girls have their fun. It’s not like you won’t enjoy it, you know. Am I right? Hmm? Am I right?”
 
Daniel Gilbert felt just awful as he was groped and examined by this odd trio of ugly, bullying school girls. Not a curve nor crevice went untouched as their curious fingers explored his naked body, tugging at his bare bottom and spreading his cheeks wide apart with a loud exhortation of delight and enthusiasm. The helpless boy was both horrified and giddy to be the subject of such scrutiny.
 
It’s not fair, he whispered to himself as countless hands ran up and down and under his bare body. It’s just not fair ….
 
“Okay, so who wants to play doctor with our little pig boy?” Hannah said. “How about you, Sambo? You wanna go first?”
 
“No, let me!” pleaded little Edith. “Hannaaaaah!!! I wanna go firtht! Pleathe? I wanna do it firtht. Pleathe let me! Pleathe? Pleeeeeeathe!!!”
 
“Why am I not surprised,” joked Hannah. “Jesus!”
 
“Oh, good lord, Edith! Calm down!” Samantha Jones sighed in disgust. “Go ahead and be first. See if I care! I don’t wanna play with his nasty old butt anyway! Ew! I’d much rather use the paddle on it.”
 
“Yaaaaay!”
 
Daniel tried not to look as the little misshapened girl hobbled around behind him and took up position, but he couldn’t help himself. The expression on her face was in odd contrast to how he felt; where he was filled with dread and despair, Edith’s little frog face glowed with excitement as she got ready to play with his bottom. While he bit his lip and grimaced, her smile was big and bright and ready to laugh; and where his eyes squinted in an anticipated wince, her eyes lit up behind her thick glasses, eager to see what mysteries awaited her.
 
Hannah nodded. “It’s your turn, munchkin. You can do whatever you want.”
 
“Yay!” Edith cheered. "I'm firtht to play! Hurray!"
 
The little girl's voice suddenly turned serious as she began giving orders. “Okay, now I want you to do exthactly what I thay, thlave boy. Put your head down and that pretty little butt up in the air. You heard me. Now!”
 
A wave of weakness swept over Daniel as he obeyed the lisping girl’s commands. He wanted so badly to get up and run away, but something was holding him back, preventing him from making a move to resist.
 
Why is everybody so interested in my butt, he thought to himself.
 
“Do we really have to do this?” Daniel whispered as he felt Edith fumble behind him and smear some cool, slick liquid soap on his bare bottom. A sharp tug on his leash and a slap on his butt cheek warned him to keep silent.
 
“I’m gonna bust your ass if you don’t behave, sissy boy,” hissed Samantha. “Don’t you dare try to get up if you know what’s good for you.”
 
“Don’t worry, Danny,” chirped Edith. “Thith ith gonna be fun! Jutht like your Auntie Margerite thaid. I promithe!”
 
Daniel looked over at his aunt. He gave her his best pouty face, but all that did was evoke a burst of laughter.
 
“You’re just wasting your time giving me that look, honey bunny,” Margerite said with a song in her voice. “Little Edith has her mind set and I don’t think anything is going to stop her. My advice to you is just go with the flow. There’s nothing I can do for you at this point. Have fun!”
 
The mortified lad was numb with fear as he watched his aunt head toward the house.
 
“Where … where are you going? You’re … not leaving me here with them, are you? Please, Margerite, don’t leave me! Take me with you! Please? Please don’t leave me like this!”
 
The pretty, plump woman turned and smiled. “Oh, don’t be such a crybaby, Danny. You’re in good hands. Just think of all the times you wished you could get naked with a bunch of cute girls. Now all of your dreams have come true!”
 
Daniel watched helplessly as his aunt disappeared into the house. He then looked over his shoulder to see the three snickering girls gather around his bottom to take part in the dreaded inspection. The poor boy’s shame was increased as curious hands ran over his naked body. Judging from the laughter and comments, Hannah and her friends couldn’t get enough of his humiliation, Edith especially; helpless and with no way to escape, he found himself the victim of an anal exam from hell.
 
“Here ya go, Danny, open up so Dr. Edith can thee inthide.”
 
He could hear her snicker and snort as his cheeks were spread apart for his second examination of the afternoon. The image of his stepmother and his aunt flashed through his thoughts and he felt a shameful tingling deep inside his body. Soapy, rubber gloved fingers traced a circle around his frightened sphincter several times, driving the poor lad crazy with fear. He felt like a puppy about to get wormed.
 
Daniel looked his shoulder to see three homely, smiling faces beaming down at his bottom. It was bad enough that they were staring at his butthole; did they have to look so happy about it?
 
“Don’t do it, Edith, please!” he begged over and over again. “Please, oh god, don’t do it!”
 
He could not believe what happened next.
 
 
* * *
 
Edith McAdams glowed with delight as she stared at the plump, shiny wet butt before her. The diminutive, malformed girl often dreamed of this moment, fantasizing about having a handsome, pretty boy to play with and call her own. She never ever really thought it would happen for her, but it was a fun thing to think about. And now, through some bizarre series of events, she had Danny Gilbert, her best friend’s sworn enemy, at her mercy. And she was not about to waste this once in lifetime opportunity to do what she’d dreamed of after all these years.
 
“Seriously, if you don’t poke him, munchkin, I will,” snorted Samantha. “The little crybaby is begging you not to, but I think you’re an idiot if you don’t.”
 
The little frog-faced girl didn’t need any encouragement. She knew what she wanted to do and she did it with a frightening enthusiasm! The tiny girl giggled with delight as she ran her rubber gloved hands over the naked boy’s bare bottom and spread his cheeks. She then used her index finger to circle round and round his little pink puckered hole, enjoying the soft whining noise she heard him making in his throat. Anticipation, she knew, was key to making this a memorable experience and she was not about to hurry through anything.
 
“No, please … Edith … don’t do it,” Daniel begged. “Please … not that ….”
 
After teasing and tormenting the poor lad for several minutes she penetrated Daniel’s defenses, pressing her index finger against his little pink hole and delving down deep as she could into his body. She reveled in the sensation of it all, feeling the resistance of her captive’s muscles give in and surrender as her finger made its way deep inside his body.
 
“Oooooh … nooooo ….” the naked lad gasped. “Please … stop it. Please?”
 
Edith laughed to hear Daniel crying out so helplessly, so pitifully. The sound of his soft pleading voice was almost as good as the sensation of his sphincter tightening up against her finger. She felt a sense of smug superiority as his butt cheeks pressed against her hand in a token but futile attempt to prevent being anally raped. It was fantastic to have this kind of power, the authority to humiliate and imprint your control over another; and to do this to someone who was so deserving … and so pretty … and so helpless … that made it all so very worthwhile, indeed.
 
Edith McAdams was in her element, all those years in the hospital, being poked and prodded herself by countless doctors and nurses and interns, the humiliation and awkwardness imposed on her now had an outlet; she could impose her will on someone else, make them miserable and take control of their pain and pleasure, their pride and their shame. And she wasn’t wasting a single moment!
 
“Thith ith the betht day of my life,” she whispered happily as she continued to work on the helpless child before her.
 
 
* * *
 
 
Edith wasn’t the only person having a great time. Samantha Jones shared in her little friend’s delight and she watched the procedure before her with rapt curiosity and unparalleled delight. She could hardly believe her eyes as she watched Edith stick her fingers up Danny Gilbert’s butt and play him like a sock puppet. Of all the crazy things that had happened today, this was the most curious, the most amazing … and the most perverse.
 
Crazy doesn’t even touch this, Samantha thought to herself. Before this morning I’d never even seen a naked boy. And now I’ve got one hooked to a collar and leash that’s in my hand? And we’re all playing “doctor” with him? How is this happening? How can this be?
 
The skinny girl giggled. Come to think of it, we’re not playing doctor, she thought. He’s a piggy boy, so we’re playing veterinarian!
 
Samantha was giddy as she reflected on the day’s events so far. It was all like some weird, wonderful dream pulled from her darkest subconscious and brought into the light. She’d often expressed some curiosity about such things, but she’d never really explored them. Not until now.
 
The truth was, Samantha hated boys. And men. It didn’t matter how young or old they were, how ugly or handsome, she hated them all with every fiber of her being. From her father walking out on her and her mother when she was little to those stupid jocks in school who made her life a living hell, she couldn’t stand anything that was male in her life. Men, boys, they were all worthless and useless. Unlike most of the girls she knew, with all their giggling and drooling and chasing anything with pants on, she couldn’t imagine wasting her time with such nonsense. There wasn’t a single boy in the world who interested her.
 
Well, now except for maybe one.
 
Who knew how much fun this could be? Who knew boys could be pushed around so easily? Who knew Danny Gilbert was such a prissy little wimp?
 
Samantha's freckled face glowed with excitement. She never felt so empowered, so vindicated, so ... happy. To see vengeance on someone she despised was exhilarating, and she reveled in every moment of her sweet, sweet revenge.
 
I got to paddle his fat little butt … heck, we even tied him up in the woods and gave him what he deserved! Oh, God … how much fun was that? I don’t want this day to ever end!
 
“Noooooo …,” Daniel whined. “Oh gosh! Oh gosh … ohgoshohgoshohgosh ….”
 
Samantha smiled as the tearful lad squirmed and writhed under the humiliating assault to his dignity. She could see that Edith was working her fingers up his butt and loving every minute of it. A sense of power flowed through her veins as she held tight to the leash, forcing the helpless lad to submit to the disgraceful examination.
 
This is really happening, she thought excitedly. It's really happening and I am part of it! Holy cow!
 
Samantha looked up at her friend with wide eyes and a goofy grin. Hannah gave her an eager smile and giggled. That was good. After all the grief Danny caused the Wilsons last summer, it was about time Hannah got some payback.
 
And I'm here to help, Samantha proudly thought. This is the most awesome thing that has ever happened! I just hope it never ends!
 
 
* * *
 
 
Meanwhile, Daniel was having an awful time dealing with his situation. Between Edith’s rudely swirling finger in his bottom and Hannah and Samatha hovering over him, he was suffering overwhelming sensory overload. He hated the gawking, leering faces that mocked him as much as he loved the queer sensation in between his cheeks, but try as he might, he couldn't hide his emotions from his giggling captors.
 
“You really like this, don’t you, slave boy?” Hannah teased at one point.
 
"Noooo ...," Daniel whispered bashfully.
 
"Danny Gilbert, you are such a liar!"
 
The fretful boy winced as Hannah brushed his long dark blond hair from over his face and looked him dead in the eye. To make matters worse, Edith suddenly stopped massaging his bottom and pulled out her finger; that's when a flash of disappointment revealed itself. He tried to hide it, but his little secret was out.
 
“Oh my god! Did you see that, Hannah?” Samantha squealed hysterically. “Did you see the look of disappointment on his face when Edith stopped poking him? He actually wants her to keep doing it!"
 
The horrified lad felt his body go weak with shame as Hannah began laughing. It was like she’d taken a peek at the dirty little secrets inside his mind.
 
"We shouldn't be surprised. His auntie said he liked getting his bottom played with. Isn't that right, Piggy Danny!"
 
Samantha laughed so hard she snorted. "Put it back in, Edith. Look at his face when she does it …. See, he loves it! He loves getting his butt poked! Jesus, Danny … you really are a pussy boy!”
 
Daniel grimaced to hear the spiteful, teasing comments. He tried to protest but he was too occupied with the waves of pleasure as Edith poked her finger up his butt again. She then pulled it back out as fast as she put it in, causing everyone to laugh. Everyone except Daniel, of course.
 
“That’s not funny,” he said in a choked, nervous voice. "It's not funny ...."
 
The flustered youngster looked up to see Hannah smiling down at him.
 
“Poor little Danny … poor little slave boy,” the pimply faced girl said. “Did the mean old girl stop playing with your bare bottom? How about if I do it for you? Hmm? Would you like Hannah to give you a little poke in the butt? Hmmm?”
 
The exhausted lad was too ashamed to say one way or the other. Instead he just bit his lip and prayed for the nightmare to end.
 
A chill swept over him as he realized Hannah was about to grant his secret wish. Switching places with a slightly disappointed Edith, the large, powerful girl spread his cheeks and gave his hole a playful poke. Daniel jumped as he felt both her finger press against his sphincter.
 
“What are you going to …?”
 
Before he could get the words out Hannah’s rubber gloved finger slipped past his defenses and deep into his tender rectum. Without looking he could tell that the fat girl’s finger was substantially longer – and thicker! – than little Edith’s small digits. The helpless twelve year old squirmed and writhed about as the loathsome intruder wriggled about left to right, up and down and all around. He sobbed and moaned uncontrollably in his little plastic tub, overcome by the sensations that wracked his young body.
 
“Oh gosh, oh gosh,” Daniel whispered, his teeth gritting together in desperation. There was no hiding his feelings. It wasn’t like he had anything left to hide anyway.
 
“Oh … wow … oh … woooooowwwww ….”
 
The squirming lad jumped as a second, even larger finger slipped inside his bottom, stretching his sphincter even wider and quite literally taking his breath away.
 
“MMMmmmm … *gasp!* Hannaaaaaah ….” he gasped. “Pleeeeease … be … *gasp!* be careful ….”
 
“I think somebody is having a little too much fun,” quipped Hannah. “I see why you like this, munchkin. Do it enough and you’ll have this little puppy following you home after all this.”
 
Edith giggled. “Thee, I told you it wath fun! It’th the betht thing ever! I love it!”
 
The truth of the matter was that while Daniel's plight was completely ridiculous and shameful, the feelings that were being aroused in his young body were as delightful and pleasurable as any he’d experienced in his life. He’d hate to admit it, but the girls’ skill at manipulating his butthole was magical beyond words; it was even better than jerking off, and that was saying a heck of a lot!
 
“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you, sissy boy?” teased Samantha. "Yeah, I think that's what I'm gonna call you from now on. Sissy Danny, the boy who likes getting his butt poked."
 
Daniel lowered his head. Of the three girls he liked Samantha the least. Unlike her friends, the skinny girl with the freckled face and kinky hair had no interest in playing with Daniel’s bottom. Instead, she was more interested in teasing him and making him feel miserable. The helpless lad looked up to see the snide, sneering look on her face and felt his heart skip a beat.
 
“This isn’t fun for me,” he whispered softly. “Please … don’t look at me like that.”
 
“Look at you like what? Like you're a little sissy faggot who likes getting his butt finger fucked?”
 
Daniel cringed to hear the ugly, skinny girl talk about his predicament so flippantly and so crudely. It made him feel even more ashamed, if such a thing was possible.
 
“Samantha!” Hannah laughed. “Uh-oh! You used the ‘F-word’! You’re so bad!”
 
“Hey, it is what it is. He acts like he’s better than everybody else, but then it turns out he’s the queer little pervert. Fuck him!”
 
Edith giggled. “I like finger fucking Danny! It’th the betht fun I’ve ever had. Thambo’th right. Fuck him! Let’th finger fuck Danny Gilbert!”
 
All three girls laughed, leaving Daniel feeling even worse than he did before. He remembered a scene in one of his father’s girlie magazines where a young woman was bent over some elaborate instrument of torture and an evil villain was doing to her pretty much what was being done to him at the moment. He’d sometimes wondered what that would feel like … and now he knew.
 
Okay, I get it now, the youngster thought to himself. I get it. Please, get me out of this … please … get me out of here ….
 
Daniel closed his eyes and tried not to cry. Between being finger fucked by Edith and Hannah and getting dumped on by Samantha, he was on the edge of full collapse. He took a deep breath and held it. If only he could just hold on a little longer, maybe they would let him go ….
 
At long last the fingers did stop. For a while at least. Daniel let out a deep sigh as Hannah pulled out her fingers and he sat down in the cool soapy water and tried to clear his head.
 
“Are we done yet? Can I get out of the tub now?” he asked. “Please? Pleeeeassssse?”
 
Hannah nodded. “Sure, why not? I think we’re done.”
 
It took the relieved lad a couple of minutes to carefully climb out of the little kid’s tub and down from his perch on the concrete table. He couldn’t believe it was all finally over, but he didn’t dare argue. He was just happy to get out of that awful, obscene position and not have anybody poking and prodding him in his private areas. Plus, it felt great to get up off his hands and knees and stretch his legs.
 
Standing up for the first time in nearly an hour, the weary boy bent over and rubbed his knees from where they were sore from kneeling for so long. He watched with dull curiosity as the girls dumped the soapy water out onto the patio.
 
Hannah picked up the hose and smiled. “Here, stand still so I can rinse you off.”
 
The naked lad felt a little better as he stood under the cool, soothing water. He still didn’t like be naked in front of the girls, but at least they weren’t poking or pinching him.
 
Yeah, this feels pretty good, he thought to himself.
 
Towels were produced and Hannah and Edith rubbed him down while Samantha did leash duties. That experience was almost pleasant, even when they made him raise his arms above his head and spread his legs so they could dry off all of his more intimate areas. For an instant he hoped that this was the end of his torment and he would be released.
 
“I wanna go home now,” he said with renewed confidence. “I don’t wanna do any of this anymore.”
 
Hannah smiled. “Mmmm, don’t be getting any ideas. You still belong to me, remember? You’re not going anywhere.”
 
“Yeah, too bad, piggy boy,” Samantha tugged at his leash hard enough to hurt. “You’re still our slave, remember?”
 
Daniel frowned. “Shut up, Samantha! I’m not your slave! Besides, this isn’t your business! And stop being so mean to …”
 
SNAP!!!
 
He hadn’t even finished his sentence when a hot, sharp pain lit up his bare leg. The shocked lad looked over to see little Edith, of all people, with a wet towel in her hand. He watched in amazement as the diminutive, frog-faced girl twirled it about a couple of times. Before he realized what she was doing she flicked the damp cloth toward him like a whip, hitting his naked bottom and setting his tender skin afire.
 
CRACK!!!
 
“YEOW!!! EDITH!!! NO!!! DON”T DO THAT!!!”
 
The next thing he knew he was being attacked from a different direction. He was alarmed to see Hannah had twisted her towel into an improvised weapon and delivered a rapid series of painful snaps against the front of his naked body, hitting his legs, his belly and at least one sharp blow right on his privates.
 
“EEEEK!!! HANNAH!!! NOOOO!!! STOP!!! PLEASE … GOD … NOOOOOO!!!”
 
Please, oh please oh please oh please, the pitiful child prayed in his thoughts. Make them stop … please … make them stop ….
 
“Here, Edith, take his leash,” Samantha said. “I want to do that. It looks like fun!”
 
SNAP!!!! Something sharp and hot suddenly set the inside of Daniel’s bare legs ablaze. SNAP!!! It hit him again, searing hot and making a painful cracking sound with every strike.
 
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Daniel looked over just in time to see Samantha with a wet towel in her hands. His eyes went wide with terror as she expertly spun the wet cloth into a thin, tight whip and prepared to lash out at him with it a third time. He tried pulling his legs together, but it was too late.
 
CRACK!!!
 
“OWWWW!!!” screamed the helpless boy.
 
Samantha snorted once more. “What are you gonna do now, naked boy? Hmmm? What are you gonna do now? Anything like this?”
 
CRACK!!!
 
"Oooooowwww! Hannah … Samantha, please, no ... stop it ...."
 
SNAP!!!
 
This time he got hit right between the legs, hitting inside his upper thigh and just grazing his ball sack. The fiery sensation was as bad as it got. He’d been attacked with wet towels by the bigger boys in gym class at school, but this was way worse. They’d just been playing around, like guys do with each other; but this was meaner, far more cruel, like the girls were actually trying to hurt him. Plus he was naked! Tears filled his eyes and he started crying from the pain.
 
WHAP!!! A burning blow against his bare butt took his breath away. He fought the urge to rub his aching skin; he didn’t dare leave his penis and balls unprotected with Samantha so eager and willing to hit him there.
 
CRACK!!!
 
“Aaaiiieee! Please, Hannah, don’t ….”
 
SNAP!!!
 
“Samantha! NOOOOOOO!!!”
 
CRACK!!!
 
“STOP IT!!! PLEASE … STOP … IIIIIIIIIIT!!!”
 
Several of the fiery blows hit right on his balls, setting off a horrible, searing pain that would haunt him the remainder of the evening.
 
“Aaaaiiiieeee!!!! Oh, god … that hurts!” The defeated lad couldn’t help but scream out in pain. “Oh, pleeeeeeease, Hannah … Samantha, no more! Stop it! Please, stop it … I won’t run away, I promise! Please, don’t hit me anymore!”
 
Samantha snorted. “You really promise? ‘Cause I got plenty more where that came from.”
 
“I promise!” Daniel sobbed. “I … I really promise.”
 
“You better promise.” Hannah smiled as she twirled her towel about. “’Cause we can do this all day. And all night, too, if that’s waht you want.”
 
The defeated seventh grader nodded. He wiped his snotty nose on his arm and sighed. It looked like his punishment wasn’t quite yet over.
 
The three girls then gathered together and whispered amongst themselves. That caused Daniel to worry. They were obviously planning something, and from experience he knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Not for him, anyway. The naked lad’s heart skipped beat as they ended their mysterious conference, turned toward him and smiled in sinister unison.
 
Edith was the first to speak. Her homely frog face formed a sympathetic smile as she walked coyly, almost flirtatiously toward him.
 
“Poor little Danny. We don’t want you to cry anymore. We want you to be happy. We like cute, happy boyth, you know.”
 
“Yeah, so stop being a crybaby or we’ll give you something to cry about,” jeered Samantha. “Or maybe something to laugh about.”
 
Daniel was confused. What he heard so far didn’t make any sense.
 
Hannah reached down and picked up the end to his leash. She gave it a tug, leading the bewildered boy back to the old concrete picnic table.
 
“Here, Danny, sit up on the table and lie back so we can do this one more thing, okay?”
 
“What … whattya gonna do? You’re not going to spank me again, are you? Please … don’t spank me anymore … please …?”
 
Hannah reached out and pushed him down by the shoulders until he fell flat down against the cool concrete slab. He thought for one sickening moment she was going to kiss him. Instead the naked lad looked up to see three mischievous faces looking down at him. He suddenly felt very vulnerable as he lie there before them in naught but his birthday suit.
 
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked, his voice trembling with worry. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”
 
Hannah looked down at him, an evil smile spreading across her face. “I don’t know. Probably. You tell us.”
 
The large grinning girl handed the leash to Samantha, who quickly grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head; she then looped them through the leash so he couldn’t move a muscle. Daniel panicked as Hannah gripped him by the knees and forced them apart so that his legs straddled the table. She leaned her immense frame against one leg while Edith pressed her hips against the other, effectively trapping him in a spread eagle position atop the rough concrete table.
 
The naked boy immediately realized just how helpless and vulnerable he was. With his legs locked wide apart, his penis and balls were obscenely exposed and open to being touched, grabbed, pinched or who knew what! Not only that, but he could feel a gust of air tickle his butt hole, which meant it, too, was defenseless. Trapped in such an absurdly awkward position, he felt like a mouse with three hungry cats hovering above him; the girls could do just about anything they wanted to him and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop them.
 
“Please, Hannah … let me up.” The desperate lad struggled, but he was too weak to break free. “Please … Hannah. Pleeeeeeassssse!!!”
 
“You just keep still. If you try to get up and I’ll let Samantha spank you on the wiener with the paddle.”
 
"Noooo ... don't do thaaaaat ...," he cried.
 
“I’ll probably hit his balls, too,” Samantha teased.
 
Daniel’s eyes went wide with fear as the skinny freckle face girl reached over and gave the tip of his erect penis a sharp flick with the wooden paddle. The girls all giggled as she did it again, causing the springy member to bounce back and forth like a child’s toy.
 
“Maybe we thould get another paddle,” a mischievous Edit suggested. “We could play hith weenie like a game of ping pong.”
 
“Nah, one is enough,” Samantha snorted as she smacked the red tip of Daniel’s aching penis a couple of more times. “This is just like paddle ball. Only the ball is a little bit too tiny!”
 
“Well, you do have two other balls you could hit, too, you know,” Hannah suggested.
 
Daniel grimaced as nimble fingers fondled and tugged at his testicles and ball sack. For an instant it felt like mice or some other little animals nibbling at his most private parts. Then he felt the individual fingers separate his balls and move them about like he was being examined and evaluated. He thought about those scenes in his father’s magazines where the helpless young women were the subjects to similar examinations by the evil Nazi scientists. It didn’t seem so much fun now. He wanted to scream, but he was afraid if he did he wouldn’t be able to stop.
 
“Please, be careful. You can really hurt me down there. Please? Be careful?”
 
A burst of girlish laughter added to the squirming lad’s desperation, and he quickly tried to bargain his way out of his predicament.
 
“Okay, okay. I won’t move. I promise! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t hit me anymore, please?”
 
His voice trailed off as Hannah reached down and grasped his erect penis in a cold, less than playful manner. His eyes went wide with fear as she produced a pink plastic toothbrush. “W- … what are you going to do with that?”
 
Hannah smiled. “Your mom said you were a dirty boy, so we’re going to make sure you’re clean allllllll over. We did your bare bottom and now it’s time to do your wiener and beans!”
 
“No, you’re not! Don’t touch me with that! Hannah! Please … don’t … pleeeeease?”
 
The naked lad tried to reach down and push away the unwelcome brush. The idea of somebody using a toothbrush, any brush, on his privates horrified him. He’d already gone through enough of that with his bath. The problem was that he was practically immobile, held face up and spread eagle by his three impish tormentors; Samantha had his hands bound effectively above his head with the chain of the leash and Hannah and Edit had his legs locked open astride the old concrete tabletop. Try as he might, there was no escape from his fate!
 
Panic-stricken, Daniel struggled to at least raise up his head and scream for help, but he forgot all about the collar around his neck. A hard tug by Samantha jerked him back to reality, nearly strangling him and taking away his breath.
 
“Ho ho! I got you, Piggy Danny,” the skinny girl snorted. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere!”
 
Samantha seemed to be doing something above his head but Daniel couldn’t quite tell what. He later figured out that she had tied the end of the leash to a support beam under the table, preventing his hands and upper body from moving an inch.
 
“Let me go,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Let me go now or I’ll … I’ll ….”
 
“Fuss all you want, sissy boy, but now I’ve got you right where I want you.”
 
The sobbing lad kept as still as he could, doing his best to catch his breath. Facing the sky, he felt so humiliated as he lie spread eagle and defenseless on the concrete slab table. Three sets of gleeful eyes stared down at him, focusing solely and greedily on his boyish privates. He thought about the girls in his father’s magazines and the humiliating poses they did; he wondered if they were as scared as he was when their pictures were being taken.
 
Hannah then reached down and took his penis in her hand. The school boy suddenly jumped as the stiff bristles brushed across the tip; the sensation was overwhelming, like nothing he’d ever felt. All those nerve endings being scrubbed at the same time … oh, god, how it hurt! He couldn’t believe this was happening! He glanced up at the kitchen window, but there was no one there to save him.
 
“Oh gosh! Hannah, please! That hurts! It really hurts! Don’t be so mean, please?”
 
SMACK! The helpless lad twitched as an angry Samantha slapped the tender inside of his naked thigh with the dreaded paddle.
 
“You’re not the boss of us, Danny Gilbert!” warned the kinky haired girl. “You heard what your mother said. We can do whatever we want. So you let Hannah do her job, okay? You better, unless you want us to string you up and give you another beating. I am serious about this, sissy boy. I'm not afraid to blister your butt again!"
 
WHACK! Another burning blow inside his thigh, this one dangerously close to his balls, caused the naked boy to wriggle and cry out.
 
"Ow! No, please ... Samantha! Please, no more hitting! That really hurts, too!”
 
“Didn’t I say to shut up?” Samantha yelled at him.
 
“I’m sorry,” the tearful lad mumbled. "But still, you guys are ganging up on me. And you're being mean! It's not fair!"
 
"Aw, poor little baby. Want me to get your mommy for you? Maybe she can kiss your weenie and make it all better."
 
“Or maybe his butt,” teased Hannah.
 
Daniel's face turned bright red and all three girls tittered and giggled excitedly.
 
"I'd like to thee that," whispered Edith. “I really would.”
 
The helpless lad felt ill. He was surrounded by three of the least desirable girls from his school and they all had him completely at their mercy. Hannah, in fact, hadn't let go of his penis the entire time they'd argued. He turned to look at the large pimply faced girl with pleading eyes.
 
"You give up?" she asked. "You can't win, you know."
 
He nodded, then sighed. “Yeah, I know. Okay, go ahead. Just … be careful, Hannah, please? That brush really hurts.”
 
Hannah looked down at him through her glasses and grinned. "Oh, don’t be such a sissy. Just shut up and keep still and I’ll do whatever I feel like."
 
Following his captor’s lead, Daniel reluctantly did as he was told, allowing the gleeful girl full access to his torso and his tingling penis. Hannah pulled hard on the swollen organ and scrubbed the pink tip with even greater fervor, sending shockwaves of combined pleasure and pain though his body.
 
“Ow wow-wow-wow! Hannaaaaaah! That really hurts! P-p-please be careful!”
 
WHAP! The poor lad went into shock as the bucktoothed girl suddenly stopped what she was doing and slapped his face. First one, then two, then three times across his reddened cheeks, until he was sobbing in pain.
 
“You don’t tell me what to do, pig boy! What part of that don’t you understand?”
 
Hannah punctuated her remarks with yet another SLAP!!! across the face. Daniel didn’t dare look her in the eye, he was so scared. He did glance around to see what the other two girls were doing; he felt ill to see them watching with amused interest. He felt so ashamed for not putting up a fight, but he was afraid of what might happen if he did. His eyes filled with tears as a wave of guilt hit him hard and swift.
 
“I’m sorry, Hannah. I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean it. I promise, I didn’t meant it.”
 
Another slap caused him to break out sobbing. The frightened boy grabbed at his leash and struggled momentarily, but it was useless. The chain was strong and made escape impossible; try as he might there was no evading the painful blows to his face. It didn’t help that Samantha was pulling on his leather and steel bonds, dragging his head back and around until he was dizzy and sick with fear.
 
“No more!” he whimpered. “Please, Samantha ... Hannah … no more. Please?”
 
“If you lie still you won’t get hurt, slave boy,” Hannah said cheerfully. “Be a good pig boy and we’ll be a lot nicer, okay?”
 
The naked lad sniffed, then nodded. He felt like dying as she once again began scrubbing his penis with the toothbrush. First she cleaned the tiny slit, then around the bulbous head and finally underneath, along that sensitive spot that even he didn’t dare touch. Within seconds he was stiff and tingling in ecstatic agony. Somehow he managed to stay in position, but not without a lot of squirming, which caused the other girls to giggle and laugh.
 
“Poor little Piggy Danny,” Samantha said quietly. “Look at his face. I bet that must really feel awful.”
 
"He lookth jutht mitherable," Edith lisped. "Poor thing. I love him thooooo much!"
 
Daniel didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. He was too busy trying not to cry as the bullying Hannah quickly buffed his penis to a bright agonizing red. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and sobbing on a painful yet ecstatic brink of no return.
 
“Oh, god ….” he gasped, helpless and in shock. The trembling lad couldn’t believe he was being masturbated in such a cruel manner by this awful, ugly girl in front of her friends. He was used to jacking off alone in the privacy of his bedroom or the bathroom. Only in his dreams did he imagine a real live girl doing it for him. But it was never anything at all like this!
 
“Ooooooooh … god ….” he repeated, his voice weak and defeated. He was on the verge of spurting and he couldn’t do anything about it.
 
“I think we’re about to have lift off, gang,” quipped the gleeful Hannah. “Look at Danny’s face. He looks like he’s about to faint.”
 
Indeed, the trembling lad’s eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing deepened and his back arched as he felt himself falling toward climax.
 
"Look at me," Hannah suddenly said. She stopped what she was doing and took Daniel’s flustered face in her hands, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "I want you looking at me when it happens. I want you to remember I did this, not some pretty little skanky slut."
 
The baffled lad nodded. He winced as his captor gave him a light slap across the face. She then smiled, reached down and resumed tweaking and rubbing his penis.
 
“Look at me, Danny Gilbert. Don’t you dare look away. I want you to remember this from now on, understand? Hmm? Hmmmm?”
 
“Oh gosh … oh gosh …,” he whispered as he started to leak. As embarrassing as it was, he kept his eyes on Hannah’s face; the wicked smile on her lips and the gleam in her eyes made him feel even more ashamed of what was about to happen.
 
“Ooooo, nasty boy … look at the mess you’re making. Such a dirty little boy ….”
 
“I’m sorry … I’m so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ….”
 
The helpless youth was torn between ecstasy and oblivion as he spurted into Hannah’s chubby hands. The sensation of this orgasm was nothing like he’d experienced before; the rough handling at the hands of this vindictive girl and the bristles of the brush on the tip of his wiener were merciless and cruel, but there was a shock of pleasure that drained him to the point of nearly blacking out. His knees fell weak and his entire body tingled with electricity as his essence spewed into the gloating girl’s eager hand. The situation was out of his control and it was all he could do to keep from blacking out and fainting.
 
“Oooooooh … gooooosssssssh ….” the trembling youth gasped. He glanced up at Hannah and felt sick to see the look of triumph on her face.
 
“EEEWWW!!!” Samantha squealed. “He did it again! He’s spurting all over the place! This just plain wrong! Hannah, be careful … you’ll get it all over you!”
 
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” the proud girl bragged as she collected Daniel’s semen in her gloved hand. “See? It worked like a charm.”
 
It took a few moments for the poor lad’s penis to stop spewing and dripping. Dizzy and weak, he looked up to see all three girls staring down at his shrunken privates. He felt so humiliated, but there was nothing he could do about it.
 
“I feel sick,” he whispered softly.
 
In response Hannah held her cupped hand over the disgraced boy’s face. He was horrified to see a massive dollop of semen just inches from his lips. The chubby girl stared directly in the eyes, a mocking look of superiority on her face, and she gave cruel laugh as she suddenly flipped her hand over and rubbed the sticky substance against his mouth.
 
“Here you go, have a taste,” she said, her voice filled with cruelty. Adding cruelty to humiliation, she crammed her rubber gloved fingers in his mouth, causing the poor boy to gag.
 
“Ewww!!! Hannah!” Samantha snorted with laughter. “Gross!”
 
“That’th thoooo evil,” little Edith squeaked in agreement. “Poor Danny!”
 
“Nooooo, Hannaaah … mmmph!” The horrified boy spat as Hannah pulled her fingers from between his semen covered lips. “Ugh! Yuck! Why’d you do that? That’s … *gasp* … nasty ….”
 
“Aw, don’t be such a crybaby.” Hannah wiped the rest of the foul stuff on his chest and arms and giggled. “I don’t know what your problem is. You like it rough, don’t you, slave boy? You enjoyed having your tallywhacker washed and jerked on, didn’t you? I bet you liked that almost as much as the taste of your own junk. We're going to have to do that more often, too.”
 
“Wow, you know what you just did?” Samantha’s voice was both excited and solemn at the same time. “You just finger fucked his mouth. Seriously, you and Edith finger fucked him in the butt a little while ago, and now you just finger fucked him in the mouth. And with the same finger! Ewwww!”
 
“Eeeeewwwww!!!” cried all three girls at the same time.
 
Daniel was now crying. He felt mortified to be masturbated by this bullying girl and then have the nasty spunk crammed in his mouth. He coughed and he spit, but it was too late. He got the slimy, vile slime all over his lips and teeth and he was worried that he might have actually swallowed some. The very thought sickened him. He looked over at the other two girls and saw that they were as delighted as he was broken hearted.
 
“Wow,” whispered Edith. “That ith tho cool. That’th the cooletht thing I’ve ever theen!”
 
The pimply faced girl grunted. “I’m not done with him yet. The dirty boy got all messy and he needs some more cleaning up.”
 
Demoralized and in tears, Daniel felt the cold spray of the hose on his face and body, then a quick application of a soapy rag followed by the hose one final time.
 
“There you go, slave boy,” the smiling girl said, giving his privates a harsh dowsing with the hose water. “That’s how it’s done in my house. Spic and span and clean as can be!”
 
“Wow.” Samantha whistled in amazement. “That was freaking crazy. You jacked him off and then turned him into a complete mess. Awesome. Look at his weenie … it’s almost disappeared!”
 
It was true. Daniel looked down to see his boyish member shrunken down to a nub. He rolled his eyes and thought about what Samantha had said earlier in the day. It was so tiny, why even bother?
 
Before Daniel could come to his senses he was instructed to get to his feet and stand beside the picnic table.
 
“Now bend over,” Hannah instructed.
 
"What are you going to do to me now?" he whimpered. “Do I have to?”
 
A raised eyebrow and a mocking smile was all that was needed to get him to obey. His question went unanswered. Sighing in despair, the naked lad did as he was told. He bent over the table, resting his upper body on his elbows, leaving his bottom stuck up in the air.
 
“Please, no more,” he sobbed as he stared down at the ground. He felt like an animal being put on display by its cruel owners. “I wanna go inside. Please? No more ….”
 
Hannah laughed. “But we’re not done yet, Danny. Edith wants to play doctor again. That’s all right with you, isn’t it?”
 
The little frog-faced girl clapped her hands together. “Thank you, Hannah! I wath afraid you’d forget!”
 
“I wanna do it this time, too!” Samantha insisted. “You guys get to have all the fun! I wanna finger fuck him, too!”
 
Hannah giggled. “Sure, why not? I’ll just keep our little pig boy company while you two have your fun.”
 
Daniel Gilbert looked up to see Hannah Wilson’s pimple infested face as she sat down on the opposite side of the table before him and settled in for the show.
 
Oh, no, he thought to himself. I have to look … at her? While Edith and Samantha are … doing … that?
 
“This is going to be fun, huh, Danny?” she said, giving him a knowing look as she pulled his face close to hers with the leash. “Oh, don’t be so shy! We all know you like being finger fucked, so don’t even bother pretending otherwise. Let’s just enjoy it, you and me, honey bunny.”
 
“Don’t forget about uth!” Edith said with a giggle. “We’re doing all the work!”
 
“Trying to have a conversation!” Hannah yelled. She looked at Daniel and grinned. “Don’t worry about her. She’s just got a huge crush on you. You’ll get used to her. She’s really quite funny. You’re going to make a cute couple. Almost as cute as you and me together!”
 
Daniel let that last remark pass. It wouldn’t be until later that he would realize it’s implications. Instead the young lad sighed as he felt his legs being spread wide and his cheeks parted. He wasn’t too happy about what was happening, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. All he could do was lie there and endure the indignities and punishments that awaited him.
 
It was going to be a long afternoon ….
 
To be continued ….

 



 

   
(The End)