Demoted 2

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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NOTE: This is a continuation of the story Demoted, by Steam Train. It is written with permission from the original author. It is highly recommended that you read that story first, to understand what's going on.

As I marched into the other room, I kept my gaze toward the ground, bracing myself for the most extreme humiliation of my life. My breathing became shallow and erratic, I felt lightheaded, and my feet became heavy as if they were being held down by some magical force. I wanted to stop in my tracks, to go somewhere else…but where? Where could I go? Cathy had all my clothes. I was naked. NAKED! Naked…with a tiny, pinky-sized penis that was going to be seen (and no doubt ridiculed) by all the girls. I did as I had been commanded to do.

As I crossed over into the other room, Captain Cathy announced, “And here he is girls! Our little naked bitch-boy!”

The girls were covering their mouths and pointing at my boyhood. There was a chorus of laughing, intermittently interrupted by cheering and high-fiving. There were the expected remarks: “Hey there, little boy!” “Wow! I didn’t know they came that small!” “Aw, it’s so cute!”

I felt my face burn with shame. I kept staring at the ground and walking through the jeers and taunts.

“Oh, my God! It’s so tiny! And hairless!” said Kristina, a beautiful somewhat nerdy girl with dirty blonde hair. These comments seemed to sting more because I had a huge crush on her. I glanced up at her. She was laughing hysterically and pointing at my tiny cock. I tore my gaze away. Tears began to well up in my eyes now that I was fully-aware of what she and the rest of the girls in the club thought of me. I had thought about asking her out once, but now…there was no way. There was no way she was going to date a small-dicked loser, much less a little boy that didn’t even have the first signs of maturity. I let out a groan and closed my eyes, trying to prevent tears from escaping.

I thought it couldn’t get any worse when someone said, “You can’t even see it from here! He looks like a fucking Ken doll. Where is it?”

I came to an abrupt halt. My mind was so pre-occupied that I hadn’t realized something. I was looking at the ground nearly the whole time, but I hadn’t noticed that I couldn’t see my penis. I bent over and to my horror saw that my dick had actually retracted into my body as a result of the nervousness that I had previously. No shaft was visible at all. It was just a nub, with even the head being partially inside of me. So this was what everyone had been laughing and pointing at the whole time…and I just barely noticed! Ah hell, I would have been lucky to have walked in with a pinky-sized penis instead of this.

I instinctively covered up. Cathy barked, “Private! I gave you a command to stand at attention and march!” Two of the girls came over and each grabbed an arm and yanked it away from my body. Upon inspecting my dick closely, one of them said, “Look at his baby dick! With his tiny balls doesn’t he look more like a Barbie doll?” They both began laughing uproariously. Captain Cathy approached me in this vulnerable state. She had a smirk on her face as she took in the sight of my shriveled genitals. She took out her camera and snapped a series of full-body pictures, as well as some close-ups of my penis, which at the moment was hiding, much to my extreme embarrassment. Clutching my “tiny balls” in her fingers, she rolled them around while I squirmed. “How does it feel, having a woman who you formerly out-ranked and looked down on literally having you by the balls? Oh, we’re going to have some fun with you, Alex. You’ll so fit right in,” she said, giving my nuts a good squeeze before letting go.

She then circled around to examine my backside. I jumped as she lightly traced the curves of my buttocks with her nails. Coming full-circle to face me, she bent down and with a look of feigned frustration said, “You know, I would have thought that would’ve made the little guy come out of his shell. Oh, what shall we do, girls?”

The girls looked at each other mischievously, some whispering into another’s ear. I nervously looked at the Captain, who seemed to be in contemplation. “Wait a minute,” she finally said, “didn’t someone mention before that there was a part of the male body that you could poke and it would give him an instant stiffy?” Half the girls looked at each other. One finally answered, “Yeah, it’s the prostate.” “Right!”, Cathy said. “If I remember correctly, it had something to do with a boy’s butt. But I can’t remember what that person said about it.” The other female said, “Captain, to get to it, you have to penetrate his…um, anus, and do a finger massage in the cavity.” I gasped. The girls looked at each other in disgust. Cathy said, “Is there no other way to get his penis to stick out?”

Cathy put on a latex glove and jammed it into my mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking bite me, Private, or you can be assured that your “privates” won’t be there by the end of tonight”, she said as she rolled her fingers in my mouth.

“That’s it, bitch. Get it nice and wet so I can slide right in.”

After taking her hand out of my mouth, she ordered that I be bent over and my cheeks spread apart. “I don’t know exactly what to look for,” she said, “but it doesn’t stop me from trying. Alright, Private Mitchell, prepare to have your anal virginity taken.” I pleaded, “Cathy, please don’t do this! You can’t do this! I’m begging you!” Cathy responded, “That’s Captain Cathy to you, you little shit! I can’t do this to you? I really don’t care right about now. All those hard times you’ve given me…this is going to be sweet!”

With those words, she rudely jammed her moist gloved fingers into my rectum. I jumped and yelled out in pain, trying desperately to get free, but the girls had a tight grip on my arms. “Isn’t this fun, little Alex?” Cathy said as she twisted, pushed, probed and rotated her fingers as she explored my anal cavity. Oh, yeah. This was the definition of ‘fun.’ She finger-fucked my butthole while I screamed in pain. I knew Cathy was a bitch, but I didn’t think she would enjoy raping my virgin backside. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I started crying. Eventually, through enough prodding, she found a soft tissue, and began to knead it. I’ll admit, despite the pain and burning that my poor anus was experiencing, this felt good. Too good. I got a familiar sensation as I felt a stirring in my loins and my erection returning. Realizing that she had once again brought me to full-mast, she pumped her hand a few more times into me, then pulled out suddenly. A few farts followed her hand out, which made everyone giggle.

They then stood me back up, and everyone gathered around. There was my penis, all three inches of it, in its full glory.

“Is that it?” someone exclaimed, “Is that really how big it gets?”

“Yup,” said Captain Cathy, “that’s how big he was when I first stripped him in the other room.”

Everyone laughed at my shame. I was openly sobbing by this point.

“Aww, is poor little Alex crying?” Cathy said, wiping a tear from my cheek. “Serves you right. All the shit I had to take from you. I have a good mind to torture you every fucking day of your life. You’ll be begging me within a month for me to end your life, I fucking guarantee it!”

“Cathy!” Kristina called out, her eyes widening and her hand covered her mouth once she realized what she had done. “I mean, Captain, uh, aren’t you being…you know, a little harsh?”

The Captain walked over to Kristina, who initially sunk back in fear of retaliation.

The whole room went quiet. After a few moments, Cathy said, “What’s it to you, sister? What’s this useless fuck’s life worth to you?”

Kristina just looked down on the ground, afraid to do or say anything. What was that? I wondered.

Cathy sighed and returned to her post in front of me. She once again started to massage my testicles and then started to stroke my baby dick. “It is rather cute,” she said, “but still, I don’t know what girl in her right mind would want a guy that’s hung like a baby. Seriously, I doubt you can even satisfy a damn 9-year-old with this shit.” She pulled on the head of my penis painfully, then let it go so it slapped back against my belly.

Cathy ordered me to stand at attention with my hands firmly glued to my side, warning me that if I moved even an inch, she would have me march outside naked, and she didn’t care who saw me. She announced, “Your new Captain has secured entertainment for you today. Ladies, this “man” is all yours.”

With that, hands rushed out toward me. I tightly closed my eyes as they roved over every inch of my body. Most focused on my area of shame. The fact that I was pretty well-built and had quite an athletic body only further served to add to my humiliation at having a bald, small package. It was like a cruel joke.

“He’s so small,” someone said.

“I know, right? He looks like he’s fucking 10 or 11.”

“At least something’s sticking out now. Before it was more like an enlarged clit.”

Someone got the idea to put me on a leash, since now I was their “bitch”. They found an old one in the supply room and put it on me. I didn’t know how much more I could take. The world felt like it was spinning around me. Why the hell was this happening to me??

“Something the matter, sister?” Cathy inquired.

I opened my eyes to see who she was talking to. Cathy spotted Kristina, the only girl in the room that wasn’t partaking of the day’s “revelries.”

“Your captain has gone through great pains to bring you entertainment,” Cathy said. “Is that not good enough for you?”

Kristina avoided the Captain’s gaze, as before. This time Cathy wasn’t taking her shit. “I asked you a fucking question!” she said sternly. Kristina looked around, as if she didn’t know how to respond or what to say. “Do you not see a little naked boy in the room?” asked Cathy, who was obviously indignant but was trying to maintain her composure. By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing and had focused all of their attention on the two. Aimee, who was kneeling before me, turned her attention to them as well, but not before gripping my nuts with her fingers to prevent me from escaping. Right, like where was I going to go in this state?

“Answer me, goddammit!” Captain Cathy snarled. Kristina cowered and her eyes began to fill with tears. She shook her head and nervously looked about. Cathy glared at her, her breathing becoming heavier, and her jaw tense. “Are you going to join in the fun or not?” she asked. “I’ll give you a simple choice. If you don’t participate in the activities for the day, you can just go home. But don’t just stand there in the corner like a dunce! So which will it be?”

Kristina, who obviously didn’t want to attract any more negative attention, made her way to me. She knelt in front of me, until her face was level with my cock. She half-heartedly grabbed my ballsack and began to fondle me. She looked like she was going to say something, but then let go of my balls and looked away. “I can’t…” she started.

“Can’t…what?” Cathy asked, genuinely bewildered. “What is it? Don’t tell me you’re gay!” This caused the girls around to laugh. “Lesbian? Lesbian!” some said, looking at each other. “No, that’s not true,” she cut them off. “It’s just…I can’t agree to this! He doesn’t deserve it, no matter how shitty he may have acted in the past.”

Cathy looked at her with exasperation. “Let me get this straight,” she began, “you’re telling me that after what we did to acquire our club’s special toy, you expect us to let him go just because you feel the little shit is getting his little feelings hurt because we’re making fun of his little wee-wee?? Don’t you realize this is the opportunity of a lifetime? We have a real live boy, who is going to serve us probably for the rest of his time in school! You can’t just stop something like this just because you had a moment over a guilty conscience. This is nothing compared to what I’m thinking about doing to him.”

Kristina stood up, defiant yet hesitant to speak. Oh, man. I remember this was the moment I really started liking her. She was cute, somewhat geeky, and her smile was pretty even with those braces. “Sorry, Cathy, don’t mean to be insubordinate, but this is just…inhumane. I can’t stand for it! I won’t…” She was interrupted by Cathy’s hand striking her face, making her hit the floor with a thud. She rolled around the floor holding her cheek with both hands.

“That’s CAPTAIN Cathy to you!” Cathy said as calmly as she could, towering over her. “I’m going to give you one last chance to redeem yourself. I’ll even make it easy for you. You can just go home, and not tell another person what you saw here. Or you can join in the fun here, like you’re supposed to be doing. But first, you’ve dampened the festive mood we were in. You need to apologize to the club before doing either of those. So, which will it be?”

Everyone looked at the two with genuine fascination. It was a sort of relief for me. If I had access to my clothes I might have attempted to escape. You know – run away, pack my bags, change my identity, move to a different state and never, ever see these crazy bitches again. After regaining her composure, Kristina said, “I guess…I’ll leave then. But I’m not apologizing.” Gasps were heard from a few of the girls. “I-I won’t. I’ve done nothing wrong,” she continued, her voice quivering. “A joke’s a joke. But this is just sadistic, and mean.” A tear rolled slowly down her cheek.

“Well, you’ve chosen to disobey a direct order from a superior officer,” Cathy’s voice boomed, “and if you were willing to disobey that order, you probably wouldn’t hesitate to tell others about this after leaving here. Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere now.” A couple of the girls came over and grabbed Kristina, each taking one of her wrists. Kristina struggled to break free, and demanded, “What are you doing? Let me go! You can’t do this!” Cathy came over and slapped her hard on the other cheek, “If you’re not with us, you are against us.”

Kristina had tears streaming down her face as she continued to kick, scream, and struggle against the girls’ grips. She didn’t calm down until receiving several blows from those around her. Cathy went around her, and kicked her knees out, so that she was forced into a kneeling position. Someone punched her in the back of the head, causing her to go limp. Coming around to face her, she said, “You know the rules of the club. For this, you must be disciplined. You’re lucky that I don’t demote you in rank, but that doesn’t mean I won’t lower your status in other ways.”

Kristina looked at Cathy with terror-stricken eyes as she contemplated what she meant. Her question was answered when she heard Cathy give the command, “Strip her.” Upon hearing this, Kristina’s limbs came back to life with newfound energy, and she struggled as hard as she could to get away and be free from their grasp. Two of the other girls, tackled her to the ground, with the heaviest person sitting on her lower back. They took off her shoes, socks, skirt, then put her in a sitting position and pulled off her shirt, some of her buttons and fasteners popping off and scattering in the process. Once she was just in her bra and panties, they threw the remaining clothes playfully from one girl to the next. The now red-faced Kristina cringed and attempted to retrieve her clothing, all the while covering what little she could. The clothes ultimately ended up in Captain Cathy’s possession, and she non-chalantly threw them over her shoulders against the wall behind her. “Attention on deck!” the Captain ordered. Everyone immediately stood at attention, with Kristina understandably having the most trouble in complying with that command. She looked at the ground in shame, and it looked like she wanted to cover up. Cathy continued, “Because of your unacceptable actions here today, you will be properly disciplined and humbled. But before then, I must know something.”

She hesitated for a bit. Some of the girls looked over and leaned in to hear what she was going to say next. Kristina also wondered why she had stopped, and looked at her. Cathy waited for Kristina to make eye contact, then she asked, “Why? Why do you care about him? You know what a total dick he’s been to me? It’s only fair. He’s only getting his comeuppance. No one else has a problem with this…except you. So why…” Cathy paused as she realized something. “Holy shit! Don’t tell me you’ve got the hot’s for him!” Another round of gasps can be heard throughout the room. “So is it true? Do you have a crush on this little worm?” Cathy asked intently, visibly leaning forward for the answer. Kristina looked her in the eye, then looked down toward the ground again, closed her eyes, and slowly nodded. The whole room came alive with laughter, and hoots and “oooooh’s”. Cathy barked, “Order! I will have order in this room! At-ten-tion!” Everyone froze. Cathy put a hand over her lower mouth, then paced back and forth before the humiliated girl. No one made a sound. I can hear my own heart pounding. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of Kristina sniffling and sobbing softly. Cathy finally letting out a giggle, making some of the other girls giggle nervously, as well.

“I can’t believe, “she started again, “I just can’t believe you would have a crush on…WHY? Why would you have a crush on him, especially after seeing how much of a little “boy” he actually is? What the fuck is so attractive about Alex Mitchell??” Kristina continued to look at the ground. “I-I don’t know,” she said softly, barely above a whisper. Cathy laughed uproariously. The rest of the club chimed in. “Oh, this is priceless,” Cathy said after catching her breath. “Well, then. What are we to do? Now we definitely can’t let her go because she’ll rat us out to save her boyfriend – emphasis on ‘boy’.” The girls laughed out loud at this while I looked down in embarrassment, noticing that I had lost my erection and that it had shrunk back to its miniscule flaccid size.

The captain stood there for a minute, trying to gather her thoughts and the next best course of action. At last she spoke, “I got it. I know what we’ll do for now. Since you seem to have taken a liking to our little bitch-boy, then maybe you wouldn’t mind being treated in the same way.” Kristina gasped, and looked at Cathy with a look of horror on her face, as if to see if she was really serious. She was. In a similar manner to what she had done with me in the other room, Cathy ordered, “Corporal Kristina Bayfield, I order you to strip naked before this room and stand at parade rest with your feet shoulder width apart. Do it now!”

Kristina’s fingers shook as she reached for her bra clasp and fumbled with it until it unhooked. Everyone had their eyes on her bare back as she slid the bra straps down her arms and dropped them in front of her, at the same time covering her breasts with both hands. She waited there and pleaded with Cathy, “Please…don’t make me do this!” She sobbed.

The captain’s hand came down on both of her wrists, forcing her arms to drop and reveal her breasts. “Stop stalling and covering up!” She barked. “And quit your damn crying! You’ve made your choice, now deal with it. I gave you an order. Nice tits, by the way. Although, they’re a bit smaller than I would have imagined.” The girls laughed as Kristina lowered her head in embarrassment.

Kristina hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her panties and very, very slowly lowered them to her ankles, then stood up straight, her body visibly tense and her fists clenched from the sheer humiliation. She was sobbing uncontrollably by now, her round but firm buttcheeks vibrating and jiggling. A smiling Cathy looked her colleague up and down several times taking in her youthful, athletic body. Then she said, “Aren’t we forgetting something?” Kristina must have remembered Cathy’s command to stand at parade rest so she split her legs, but must have forgotten that the panties were still around her ankles. She fell forward, but caught herself with her left hand, her beautiful ass high in the air. She recovered herself.

“Take the panties off first, dumbass!” Cathy said laughing. Kristina blushed and bent over to take the panties off completely then lay them on top of her bra on the ground. “It’s a good thing you have such good reflexes from being a gymnast, but still, you’re a clumsy little girl.”

Kristina slowly tried to put her hands behind her back. “No, no. Not right now,” Cathy stopped her, “I said you’ll need to strip naked before this room, not just before me. Which means you’ll have to turn around, walk over to where our dear Private Alex is, and then split your legs open and put your hands behind your back so that…we will be able to see…everything!” Kristina cringed at this. Poor girl was bent over shaking from head-to-toe.

Forcing her arms at her sides with what seemed to be a lot of effort, she straightened up slowly. She then took several deep breaths and finally turned around, her eyes closed tightly and her hands clenched so hard they were shaking. There were whispers as we all took in the sight of the naked Kristina. I’ll never forget the first time I saw a live girl naked. She was sobbing miserably, her breaths erratic and heaving, making her small but firm breasts jiggle and sway. She had an athletic build, with the beginnings of a nice six-pack, well-toned. Her pussy was gorgeous. Light straw-colored sparse hair over smooth clam-shell labia. Her knees were locked together tight in an effort to avoid anyone seeing any more of her feminine charms.

Then the taunts came. “Nice pair of tiny tits, Kristina!” “Well, I knew they were small, but – damn!” “Look at that peach fuzz! She kinda looks like a little girl!” Kristina hung her head in shame and put her hands in the 3 o’clock/6 o’clock positions, apparently no longer able to remain exposed. Cathy ordered, “Corporal Bayfield, parade rest!” Kristina with head still bowed, uncovered herself and slowly spread her legs inch-by-inch until they were shoulder width apart, her knees still wanting to clamp together as if by some magnetic force. She then put her hands together behind her back. A hand held her wrists in place and a few layers of duct tape were applied so she wouldn’t be able to cover up again. Someone grabbed her chin and forced it up, forcing her erect. Then with the other hand, she spanked her knees until they were apart. In this position, her inner labia were barely visible. “D-don’t…don’t look…please,” she said with a sob.

More of the girls approached her, their faces hungry for her flesh. She withdrew, trying to back away from their grubby fingers. A sharp slap on her ass by Cathy ended her attempts, and she reluctantly stood up as straight as she could. Head turned to the left and her eyes shut tightly, she braced herself for the worst. The initial touch made her almost jump out of her skin. She yelped as the fingers of her classmates had an almost electrifying effect on her nubile flesh. And they got EVERYWHERE. Some explored her small breasts, some her ass, still others her almost bare crotch. All she could do was cry, and pray it would be over soon.

“Let’s check out her REALLY private parts,” someone suggested. “Spread her lips!” “NOOoooooo…!” came Kristina’s reaction, coming out as more of desperate plea then a statement, ending on a soft but sorrowful and dreadful note. “Good idea!” someone said, and then kneeled in front of her. Her hands roved from her knees to the pink flesh of her labium. She teased her by brushing her hands over her vulva, something that made Kristina shudder.

“Hey, Bayfield, you ready to have your body’s deepest secrets exposed?”

Corporal Bayfield didn’t utter a word, and just kept crying. The girl continued to fondle her between her legs. “Okay, time to pull back the curtains,” she announced teasingly. Kristina with her eyes still closed tightly, shook her head back-and-forth, then looked away. Her lips were arched down and were partly open, not quite concealing the clenched teeth behind them. Her chin trembled and tears continued to flow non-stop over this blatant molestation of her body.

The girl stopped massaging her pussy. “Let’s go exploring in our little girl’s honey cave!” Kristina’s body visibly tensed as she felt the girl roughly take her damp outer labia and slowly but steadily spread them out, revealing her hidden pink interior. Her face was crimson red, and her head bowed in shame at having her most intimate of parts being put on display. That was the first time I saw a girl’s labia minora, or any part of a girl’s “interior.” I mean, I’ve seen diagrams in school, and even a porn mag here-and-there, but they never showed anyone’s “pink” before. Her insides were moist and glistening from the girl’s stimulation.

Cathy saw Kristina’s posture and said softly, “Kris, honey, don’t you want to look, too?” She very gently took her jaw in one hand and with the other, she pushed the back of her head until her line-of-sight would be looking toward the gaggle of girls around her, and her own exposed body. Cathy whispered into the mortified girl’s ear, “Open your eyes. That’s an order.” Kristina slowly opened one eye, then the other through a pained expression. She couldn’t look anyone in the eye, in particular the girl that was holding her pussy lips open. “Looks like her private parts are not-so private anymore,” the girl said, laughing at her own joke. The other girls began laughing, too and pointing and inching forward for a closer inspection. Kristina whimpered.

One girl said, “Aw, look she’s whimpering like a little puppy dog! Anyone got a leash and collar?”

Cathy said, “I think the guy over there with the bald package has the only collar.” I was enjoying being invisible what with Kristina being the new center of attention. Then half of the room began to come over my way. I was bent over by the waist so that it would be easier to get the collar and leash off me. After they got that off me, they took that over to Kristina. They removed the tape binding her arms together. Once loose, Kristina instinctively reached to cover herself again. Her hands were caught half-way and spread back apart. “Corporal,” Cathy ordered, “I can assure you that if you try to cover up again, not only will we walk you like the insolent little bitch you are, but we will also walk you OUTSIDE and be sure you get the attention of a lot of boys. I’m sure they would just LOVE to see that! Imagine word getting around and about how everyone would know what you look like naked. Imagine pictures of you being passed around with close-ups of your nearly hairless pussy and your small…well, you get the picture. I think I’ve made myself clear – now get on your hands and knees.”

Kristina put her hands to her face and slowly lowered her body to the ground. When her knees hit the floor, she pleaded, “No more…no more! Leave me alone! I won’t tell anyone, I promise, but let me go home! Please!” She looked at Cathy in desperation with her hands together in front of her in a pleading gesture. Cathy kicked her on the chest, knocking her to the ground. Before she could recover, her foot was right below her throat, preventing her from getting up. “Fine,” Cathy said, “You can leave. But you’ll be considered a deserter, and therefore you will be dishonorably discharged from the club, and you’ll be going all the way home…without these.” She held up her clothes. Two girls grabbed her arms and started to drag her towards the door. When they were about to open it, Kristina yelled, “Alright! Alright! I’ll do it!” Cathy asked, “What will you do?” Kristina replied, “I’ll…walk around for you.” Cathy added, “You’ll walk around…like a little naked puppy dog, won’t you?” Kristina swallowed hard and repeated softly, “Yes. I’ll…I’ll..” She couldn’t get the words out and ended up as a miserable pile on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Cathy’s face changed to one of pity. She approached her and ran her fingers through her hair to comfort her. “Shhh. We’re not going to throw you out naked. But you needed to be taught a lesson in authority. You’re just being very difficult right now, and we need to maintain discipline within our ranks. I can’t have my non-commissioned officer acting like this. Now get up. Stop crying and be a good little doggy for us.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, a distraught Corporal Bayfield got on all fours. Her stomach tightened as she groaned and fresh tears rolled down her face as the collar was tightened around her neck. Cathy towered over her, as if watching to see what she would do next. Kristina hesitated, and her eyes scanned the ground, as if trying to find the words. “I’m sorry,” she finally said with choked sobs, “You won’t get any more trouble from me. I’ll do what you want. I’m so, so sorry.” Cathy smiled and said, “You’re forgiven, sister.” She then took off one shoe and sock and placed her bare foot by her head. Kristina would put up no more resistance. Without being told to, she rubbed her head up against her leg, and then kissed her foot. They had broken her. She put her forehead on the ground in self-loathing.

Some of the girls then took her by the collar and went to walk her, snapping some compromising pictures in the process. The ones who were left once again turned their attention to me. Then the touching continued. This time, I just let myself go, and enjoyed it. Hey, some pretty hot girls were touching my body. Life can’t be all that bad. They laid me down on my back on one of the tables and spread my legs for better access to my scrotum. One girl was jerking my little thing (with two fingers, no less), and I began to rhythmically thrust my hips and moan with pleasure. The girl noticed this and her and another girl turned around and bent over. Then they flipped their skirts up. “Bet you wish you were getting some of this right now, huh?” she teased, “Although, I would never choose to screw you. That tiny, little thing, I don’t know if I’d even feel it inside me. I’d rather just use my hand.” “No shit,” said the other girl, “my kid brother’s dick is bigger than that. I feel for ya, little guy. I hope you’re not stuck with that inch-worm between your legs for the rest of your life. You’d never get laid…unless you’re really good at oral.”

“Speaking of that,” Cathy said as she entered into our small circle, “The answer to this should be apparent to all of us, but I just need to know.” She came closer, looked me in the eyes, and asked, “Are you still a virgin?” I blushed. I had to admit I haven’t even touched a girl’s boobs yet, let alone had sex. I looked away, and nodded.

“Yeah, I kinda figured,” she said, putting her hand on my chest and tracing the outline of my pecs with her fingers. She smacked her lips as her fingers migrated to the small bumps of my flat abs. “I’ve had a couple of experiences, although both were bigger than the Hairless Wonder over here. Still, despite what I said before about his little pee-pee, he does have a good-looking body.” She continued to play with and caress my shapely torso and mid-section.

She suddenly stopped. I looked at her and she must have realized something. She said, “I wonder if he squirts yet.” The two other girls looked at each other and my eyes went wide. Ian told me about “shooting cum” but until now, I hadn’t. Cathy leaned in close to my face and said playfully, “Let’s find out!” Before I could react, she held down both of my hands, but I was too strong for her. When she saw that I was overpowering her, she called one of the girls over. They each took an arm, and I was pretty much helpless. The girl playing with my tool clinched my tiny marble-sized balls as a warning not to try anything. She looked at Cathy. Cathy, in turn, had a smirk on her face. She nodded her head once and the girl got to work furiously pumping my little cock.

My breathing became heavier, and I started to moan and grunt. The girl kept working it and said, “He’s getting close. Man, this is a workout. Not used to doing two-finger handjobs.” Cathy laughed at her smart remark, “I know, right? I’ll bet you anything nothing comes out.” My hips began to buck along with her hand movements. The feeling was intense and almost hurt. Sure enough though, I had a dry come and just shook as the orgasm passed through me. “Yup,” Cathy said, “I knew it.”

I laid there for a long time, spread eagle, and didn’t move. I was soaking up the feelings of the afterglow. My first orgasm – not how I expected to have it, but whatever. I wasn’t going to lose my virginity soon (or ever) anyway, especially now that all the girls knew I was just a little kid. Oh, well. Guess I was just going to have to be satisfied with playing with myself for the time being. I tried to laugh, but a half-sob came out instead.

“Do you think Kristina’s a virgin, too?” I heard one of the girls ask. They were all gathered in a circle by my feet. “I don’t know,” one of the others responded, “She is the rather shy, bookworm-ish type, but…you just never know.” “Right,” Cathy added, “you know what they say about the silent, nerdy types.” “They’re freaks in bed!” everyone said almost in unison. Just then, the other girls came back with Kristina in tow. Seeing this, Cathy rose from her sitting position and turned to face me. “Looks like your ‘girlfriend’ is back,” she said, then her gaze went from my face to my now flaccid, shriveled penis. She smirked, and then giggling covered her mouth with her hand and turned to Kristina. The other girls looked at what she was laughing at and also started to laugh along.

Cathy looked down at the humiliated Kristina, who was still on all-fours. She kept her head down and didn’t say a word. There were clear tracts from her dried tears visible on her face. Her breathing was shallow, and she looked as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment. “Well, Corporal Bayfield, have you learned your lesson?” Cathy asked her expectantly. Kristina gave no response. “I see,” Cathy said and ordered her to be bent over a chair. Kristina didn’t even put up a fight. She was like a limp ragdoll. Cathy produced a big leather belt. She came down hard on Kristina’s white ass. The first few smacks got virtually no response from the poor girl. I was wondering if her mind had snapped until she started screaming from the pain. “I see…you…could use…more…discipline,” Cathy said in between blows. Kristina’s white globes became bright red and welts in the shape of the belt began to appear. The assault on her back and ass was relentless. By this time, she was wailing and begging her to stop. A single tear was produced by merely witnessing such a scene. It rolled down my face and disappeared into my hair. Cathy finally stopped, mostly to catch her breath. She looked at Kristina’s wretched body, and said, “One more time, Bayfield, have you…learned your lesson??” “Yes,” was the tearful response. Her voice was very shrill, and almost whiny. “Yes I’ve learned my lesson!” she added frantically, “Please don’t hit me anymore! Leave me alone!” She put her head down and sobbed uncontrollably.

Cathy put her hand on her warm buttock. She jumped from the pain and sting. “An interesting question was raised, friends, as to the virginity of Corporal Bayfield. Since we have her in this position, I’d say this is a good time to find out.” Hearing this, she tried to get up to escape but a slap on her already swollen ass from Cathy calmed her right down. Cathy spread her legs as the rest of the girls gathered around. Then, as for the second time that day, Kristina Bayfield’s pussy lips were spread open, this time until her hymen was clearly visible to the entire room. “Well,” Cathy said when everyone was able to have a good, long look, “seems we got our answer. Thanks for being such a good sport, Corporal.” Cathy closed up Kristina’s labia and headed for the sink to wash her hands.

Later that night, everyone went home…almost. Kristina was still considered to be in “punishment”, and had to sleep in the shed naked for the night, her collar tied to a nearby pipe. They told Kristina’s parents that she was going to have a sleepover at someone’s house, to which her parents were grateful, saying that she needed to get out of the house more often. After eating dinner (it felt good wearing clothes again), I wanted to check on how Kristina was doing. I felt horrible the way they treated her, and it was because of me. I wanted to ask her why it was she stuck up for me like that in the first place. Was it true? Did she like me? I grabbed a flashlight, then snuck out of the house and headed for the shed.

The shed was dark, almost creepy. I opened the door and flashed the light around. “Who-who is it?” came a tiny, terrified voice. I pointed the light at Kristina, who was sitting in a corner naked except for an old blanket. She shielded her face from the light. I quickly lowered the beam toward the ground and mumbled an apology. “I just…I just wanted to see how you were doing,” I explained. She said nothing, and just stared blankly ahead, barely even blinking. She wasn’t even concerned about modesty, as her nipples were clearly visible. A few awkward moments slowly passed. I approached her. She still didn’t move, as if she hadn’t realized I was there. I knelt down. “Kristina,” I said softly, “are you okay?” She didn’t respond and maintained a 1,000-yard stare. She looked like she was in some kind of trance. The feelings inside me were driving me mad. I felt a pain in my chest as guilt began to seep into my conscience. My eyes began to fill up with tears. “I, uh,” I began, not knowing what else to say, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t want this to happen to you. You’re like this because of me. I know you probably never want to talk to me ever again, but please forgive me. Please? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I began to sob. I wiped tears from my eyes and took off my shirt. I laid it on Kristina’s chest, and pulled her blanket up. I stood the flashlight upright so it basked the room in a dim glow.

I saw tears start to roll down Kristina’s cheeks, then her chest started heaving. “Why…why,” she said, trying to get the words out, “why…did this happen to me?” Her grief-filled voice pierced my heart. It was all too much for me. I fell at her feet. “It’s because of me!” I sobbed, “Blame me! You stood up for me and were punished by the girls. I don’t know why you did, but you shouldn’t have! Don’t blame yourself for this, blame me! I’ll make this up to you. I swear! I’ll give you anything! Anything! Only don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me!” I was blubbering at this point. I couldn’t stand the girl I had a crush on for so long hating me. I was willing to do anything to take away her pain. When I came up for air, Kristina was still in a stare, only now she had non-stop tears coming down and wetting the blanket covering her shoulders. Groaning and sobbing sounds were the only things that she elicited.

I sat shirtless on the floor by her side for the longest time. I didn’t know how much time went by, I didn’t care. After I couldn’t stand it any longer, I slowly crawled closer to her, and hesitantly said, “Kristina? Look at me. Talk to me. I want to know you’re alright.” Tears threatened me again. “Alright?” Kristina said finally, “Alright??” She looked at me with anger flashing in her eyes. “Nothing is ‘alright’, asshole!” she yelled, taking me aback, “I’m naked in a shed instead of sleeping in my own room! I was paraded naked and led around on a fucking dog leash for EVERYONE to see. I was stripped naked and ridiculed in front of my peers. I don’t know if I will EVER be able to look any of them in the eyes again. And it’s ALL your fault! Who the fuck told you to come here, anyway?? I don’t want you here! I never want to see you again! You ruined my life! I hate you! Go home and leave me alone! I don’t want your help, I don’t need your help! Now get out of here before I kill you!!” She picked up my shirt and threw it at my face. I was shocked. She actually said it. My face fell and fresh tears came to my eyes. “Go! Get the fuck out of my sight!” I ran out of there, not even retrieving my flashlight. I ran halfway to my house with my shirt still clutched in my hand. I entered an alleyway and leaned on one of the sides of the houses. “I hate you!” Those words kept on playing in my mind. It was over. It was all over. She hated me. She didn’t want anything to do with me. And who could blame her? I ruined her life. “I hate you!...I hate you!...I hate you!” I sat on the ground and wept bitterly.

I laid in bed that night, but try as I might, I just couldn’t go to sleep. The guilt was consuming me. I ended up staring at the wall, exhausted. I put my head in my hands. I had no more tears to cry. It had been an emotional roller-coaster the past few weeks. I was so scared of the future. My life was falling apart. I was reduced to the lowest rank, was publicly humiliated in front of all of the girls, had to be their little slave for the rest of my time in school (until I can move somewhere else), and worst of all, my crush absolutely hated me. “It’s all your fault…I hate you!” The words kept replaying in my mind. What did I do to deserve this? I looked upwards beseechingly. What am I going to do?

I put on my clothes and once again snuck out. It was darker at that time, and I didn’t have my flashlight. I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I just needed to get out of my room. The shed was pitch black when I arrived. Through the cracks in the door, I could tell that the flashlight was still on. “Hello?” I softly called as I entered the threshold. I looked around in the dim room. She wasn’t where she was where they tied her to the pipe. That’s when I spotted a tall figure out of the corner of my eye.

I turned around, and there she was. She was naked, standing on a chair, and she had made a noose with the leash and had her hands raised to a horizontal beam, apparently trying to tie it. She was too short, her fingers barely reaching the beam. The other end of the leash had been thrown over the beam. She froze. Our eyes met. “Kristina,” I said, “What are you doing?” She then looked up and stood on her toes and continued to try to tie the rope to the beam desperately. She almost had the other end of the rope when she lost her balance. She fell over and fell off the chair, landing on the floor on her side. She made a groan from the pain, but before I could help her up, she got up and said, “Keep away from me!!” She got back on the chair and made another attempt to get the rope over, but then gave up, and lowered her arms in frustration. Without looking at me, she said, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Were you,” I began, fearing the answer, “going to hang yourself?”

Kristina looked at me. “No shit, dumbass,” she responded. When I asked why she wanted to kill herself, she said, “Are you kidding me?? Do you not remember what happened today?” Her gaze fell to the ground as she continued, “I just can’t live like this – not after what’s happened to me. It’s too much. It’s just too much…” She began to cry again. I began apologizing, “Please don’t cry! Let me get you something to wear.” I had trouble spotting the blanket she was using earlier in the dark. I then just decided I’d let her wear my clothes, so just like earlier, I removed my shirt and handed it to her. She took it from me, but didn’t put it on. She just held it to her chest as she tried to wipe the tears from her face. “I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what else to say, “I’ll-I’ll make this more even for you.” I took off the rest of my clothes and laid them in a pile beside me. Kristina stopped crying and stared at me, not believing what she was seeing. I shivered from the cold. I got on my hands and knees in front of her. “Please, don’t kill yourself,” I said, my voice cracking. “I know you…you hate me,” that word was most painful to get out, “but, whatever I need to do, I’ll do it. You can hate me – I deserve it. I got you in trouble. But, please, I just want to help.” I took in a ragged breath, and looked up. Kristina had tears rolling down her cheeks and her chin quivered. I crawled towards her and kissed both of her feet and tearfully told her how sorry I felt. We both cried there for a long time.

I helped her down from the chair, and I took the flashlight and found the old blanket, in a heap on the floor. Picking it up, I shook it out, and offered it to her. She put on my shirt, then accepted the blanket and said a short, “Thanks”, and wrapped herself in it and sat in the corner where she originally was. She looked at the ground for a moment, then looked at me and noticed that I had my arms crossed and I was still shivering. After thinking for a bit, she opened her blanket up and made an inviting gesture. I stood there for a second, as if this was some kind of joke. Then I made my way over to her. Before I got in with her, she warned, “Touch me and I’ll rip them off.” I looked at her to see if she was serious. The look on her face confirmed her words. My first time being naked with a girl alone…not quite what I had envisioned. We sat there for a long time, and there was something that I wanted to ask her. “Hey,” I broke the silence, “if you don’t mind me asking, why did you stick up for me earlier today? You didn’t have to, but you did.”

She smiled weakly, then let out a short snort through her nostrils, and closed her eyes. “Plenty of reasons,” she started off, “For one, you’re really cute. I don’t know if you realize that or not. Two, I couldn’t stand the shitty way they were treating you. I mean, when I heard that a BOY was NAKED in the other room and was about to be presented naked, I have to admit I was very…excited. AND, not only was I going to see a boy naked, but it was going to be my cr-…uh, someone I knew, um, from the club.” She looked away, embarrassed, and then continued, “Anyway, when you came out, I was okay with it. Still thought it was wrong that you had to do that, but I figured you must have lost a bet or something. Then, Cathy began mentioning all of the evil things she was going to do to you. Then the club members started touching you all over. I saw the look on your face. No one deserves that. Of course, I paid the price for standing up to them.” We both looked down at our bodies, only thinly covered by a blanket, and laughed. “Do you regret it?” I asked. She cocked her head to the side said, “For sticking up for you? Yeah, kinda. If I knew this was going to happen to me, you would’ve been on your own, little man.” The edge of her mouth quivered, and her jaw was taut. I suspected she was recounting the day’s events, and how things might have turned out differently.

She played with some of the tassels of her hair, as she pondered her next words. “Now it’s my turn to ask you something,” she said. “Why did you come here? What made you come back, especially after I yelled at you and blamed you for my humiliation today and told you that I hated you and never wanted to see you again? What was it? Guilt?” I thought for a moment. “Yeah, a little bit,” I said,” but it was also…” I closed my eyes in embarrassment, then concluded, “I’ve-I’ve always had a huge crush on you.” That brought a smile to her face. My heart was skipping. “I just-I just,” I stuttered, all of a sudden really nervous, “I couldn’t just – just leave you like that. It was all my fault. Cathy brought all of this on you because of me. I came to apologize, but also to keep you company. I am so, very sorry.” I put my face in my hands as the guilty feelings resurfaced. Looking away, I said, “I couldn’t live with myself. I felt terrible. Why did you want to kill yourself? I’m in worse shape than you are. You didn’t get demoted. I’m just a Private now – a nobody. Anyone can boss me around, especially Cathy. I don’t understand why you would..”

I stopped when I looked at her. She wore a pain-filled expression and her eyes welled up with tears. I instantly regretted asking. “They brought some other boys and girls over, probably some of their boyfriends…who said they could keep a secret,” she blurted out, “they led me around on a leash in front of them. They made rude comments about my breasts and my-my body.” Her chest was heaving now as it was earlier today when she was stripped. She began to cry again. “They began touching me, and putting their dirty fingers in my, in my…oh, god! It felt like I was being raped!! One of the boys was saying how, if we were alone, what he would do to me. They were all saying they would pass me around like a piece of meat. They left but not before each of them slapped me on the ass. I thought that was the end of it, but I told them I needed to go to the bathroom. They made me go in the bushes like a dog while all of them watched. It took me a long time for me to go since they were watching. It got all over me. Then after that ordeal was over and we were walking back to the shed, the girls were teasing me that that was only the beginning. That I’d better get good at sucking dick and taking it in the ass because they would sell me to every boy that could afford to pay their price. I would be forced to please whoever they wanted.” She was frantic by now. “I don’t want to be a cheap prostitute! I-I wanted to find a nice man to give myself to. Now that’s not going to happen. They’ll tell everyone that I’m an easy lay, and that they’d be able to have their way with me for a few bucks or a favor.” Her speech slowed down, and she continued after a drawing a deep breath, “You wanted to know – now you know. My life…is over. Please someone just kill me,” she said pitifully, burying her face in her hands as she rocked back-and-forth.

A single tear hung on my jaw as I listened to her. She kept rocking, saying, “I wish this was all a bad dream…bad dream…” I put my head lightly on her shoulder, both of us in a world of unbelievable pain and humiliation. We’ve both had our lives drastically changed, and we were both very scared. “What can I do to make this up to you, Kristina?” I finally asked, my head still on her shoulder. “Be my slave,” came the response, almost monotone. “Only then will I forgive you.” I looked at her. She had stopped rocking her body, and she no longer had her hands on her face. “What?” I asked, puzzled. “It’s quite simple, darling,” she explained, “You’ve put me through a lot today. My punishment officially ends at sunrise, but the ramifications of this day will last for a very long time, possibly for the rest of my life. All because I decided to stick up for you. What the hell was I thinking? This is your fault. If you and your tiny wiener hadn’t shown up today, I would be in my own goddamn bed right now. You’ve already owned up to it, so in order for you to make it up to me, you need to pledge yourself to me whenever you aren’t meeting the demands of the other girls.” She sniffled, and wiped the remainder of her tears from her face. “I own your little ass,” she continued. “You do what I say, when I say it, no questions asked. If you do well, I treat you nice. If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell. Sound fair? Good, because I don’t care if you agree to it or not, I still outrank you now, and I can make you do whatever the fuck I want!”

I was stunned. Not that it made that much of a difference, really, but that wasn’t what surprised me. What did was how aggressive she could be. “I guess I have no choice, huh?” I said, giving up. “Yeah, that’s right,” she responded, “If you think Captain Cathy is bad, trust me, I’m the one you should be afraid of. What she’s threatening you with is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. You’d better treat me right.” She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, let it out and stood up, letting the blanket fall to the floor, and uncovering her wonderful bottom-half. “And as my first order to you,” she said, “Private, I want you to kiss me.” I sat there, naked and slack-jawed over what she just said. Did I hear that right? “Kr-Kristina, are you serious?” I asked, still having a hard time believing. “Well,” she said, “I figured now my choices for finding a real man to give my first kiss to are kind of limited. So, you’ll have to do. Now get over here and kiss me, my little slave boy.” I did as I was told. Standing up, I got an instant erection from the sight of Kristina Bayfield, only wearing one of my faded shirts, her pussy in full view. Not knowing what to do, we fumbled around until our lips met. We locked in a long, passionate kiss, our tongues sliding around inside of each other’s mouths. The only thing that stopped us from doing that indefinitely was we had to come up for air. We embraced and leaned into each other, panting heavily. “Hey,” Kristina said sheepishly with her head on my shoulder, “about me hating you, I don’t, I…you’re actually a really nice guy.” My first kiss with a girl. It. Was. AWESOME!!

“Well, hasn’t this been a shitty day?” she said, after we had gotten back under the blankets for warmth, “This was the worst day of my life.” I looked down, somehow not wanting to believe that any of this was real. “Yeah, me too,” I said, “It was the worst day of my life, too. I’ve never been so humiliated, or felt so helpless.” She banged her head on the wall, gave a sigh and uttered, “Shit.” “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” she replied, “I was just thinking about tomorrow – well, technically later on today – and I’m starting to panic a little inside. That was terrible how the Privates were treating their NCO. Will the girls ever respect me again? Or will I be a cheap slut to be used by the club now?” I looked at my watch. It was time for me to go home and sneak in and try to get some sleep. “I need to leave,” I said, “I don’t want people knowing I’ve been missing all night. You gonna be okay here?” She banged her head on the wall and said, “I guess. Can’t get any worse – I hope.” I stood up and retrieved my clothing. As I was buttoning up my pants, her arms wrapped around my waist. Startled, I turned around and faced her. She was still naked except for my shirt. She took it off and I could see her budding breasts. Her nude form looked sensational in the dim light. I looked at her face, her countenance telling me she wanted me to stay, and her eyes silently invited me to be with her. I knelt down and put my mouth to her titties. I suckled on them, played with them, and licked the front of her body. She bent over, and we kissed again. After our make-out session, she held my head in her hands and said, “Now that you’re mine, I want you to start calling me by the proper title. Call me “ma’am” or “mistress.” I’m looking forward to making you into my personal little toy.” Her hands reached down and gave my butt cheeks a good squeeze, then she reluctantly said that I’d better go. I gently tied the collar back around her neck, tied the end to the pipe again, kissed her on the lips, then left for home.

Light pierced the window, and I shut my eyes tightly, then turned over in bed and groaned. I felt like I was having that brief dream where you were falling, but then realized my head was actually slipping off the edge of the bed. Before I could react, I fell off the bed and landed on the ground. “Ow…” I groaned. Really shitty way to wake up. My aunt walked in the bedroom to see what the noise was. She looked around the room, then saw me on the ground, the covers on top of me. “I just came by to tell you breakfast is ready, sleepyhead. Did you just fall out of bed?” I groggily looked at her and nodded. She got the covers off of me, and I stood up. What I hadn’t realized was I must have been really sleepy last night when I got home. I stripped off my street clothes, and didn’t bother to change into my PJs. I basically went to sleep in my underwear. I stood there and my aunt froze with a shocked expression on her face. I looked down and I was completely naked. My hands immediately covered my privates, and I looked around for clothes. I saw my boxers were on the bed. They must have slid off during the night. I looked at my aunt, and she had a quizzical smirk on her face. “Did-did I just see that right?” she asked, a mischievous grin spreading over her face. Uh-oh. I thought, wondering what kind of thing she was thinking of. She crossed her arms and said, “Alright. I just want to check something. Drop your hands.” I knew it. I shook my head no. She then took each of my arms and forced them off my crotch. “Oh, come on,” she said, “stop being so shy – oh my…” She stopped as she looked at my bare genitals. A smirk crossed her face and she stifled a laugh. Then she turned around laughing hysterically. I was once again humiliated. I covered myself once she let go, but realized there was no real point. The damage had been done. I just stood there awkwardly, not believing the string of bad luck I’ve been having recently. After her laughing fit, she pointed at my tiny penis and said, “Don’t tell me! You’re fourteen years old and you have no pubic hair yet? Unless you shave them off, but I don’t see any stubble or pores. And your tool is SO small! That must be embarrassing.”

My ‘tool’ was semi-erect as my aunt kept poking fun at it. “It’s so cute,” she told me, as she folded up my blanket and got some fresh clothes for me to wear. “Looks like you’re a late-bloomer, kid. You probably look the same as you did when you were, like, five-years-old, except now you can pop a boner. Auntie still loves you, though. Has anyone else seen you – wait! Did you get naked with your cousin, Ian?” I nodded my head, and then we sat down on the bed (me still butt-naked) and I re-counted all of the things that had happened. She listened to me empathetically, with a smirk here-and-there when glancing at my penis. She was enjoying this a little more than she should have been. “So, that’s why you woke up so late today. I see. So, what are you going to do now?” she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and told her I would just have to keep on doing whatever people wanted, and hope no one else finds out about it. My aunt gave me a hug, which for some reason felt different when one of us didn’t have any clothes on. “You’ll be fine, I think,” she said assuringly, “but let Auntie know if you need any help.” She got up and walked out the door, adding, “And don’t worry – your “secret” is safe with me,” and gave me the small penis sign with her pinky finger before walking away giggling. You gotta love my aunt.

I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I had the feeling the club was going to keep me naked or nearly naked all the time, so I might as well get used to it. I was well-built, nice pecs, tight ass, washboard stomach. Only thing out of place was it looked like I hadn’t hit puberty yet. I sighed and put on my clothes and went to have breakfast. I headed straight to the shed where Kristina was. I hoped my ‘mistress’ was okay.

I arrived at the shed and found some of the girls from the club were around the door, hanging out. They greeted me and informed me that Corporal Bayfield was busy getting dressed. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was alright. They told me I could sit down until they were done in there. Soon afterwards, Captain Cathy walked out and seemed somewhat distraught. She hid her expression once she saw me and said, “Well, hello there, little Alex! Didn’t expect to see you here. I thought from yesterday, you’d still be crying under your bed covers.” This caused the girls to laugh along with her. “Hello, ma’am,” I said unenthusiastically. “He’s here to see his girlfriend,” one of the girls told Cathy. Cathy smiled. “Aw, you make a cute couple,” she said, “with her small boobs and your small dick.” She went and opened the door and let us all in, slapping me on the ass as I passed her. Kristina was sitting on one of the chairs, fully clothed. She smiled shyly when she saw me. “It’s good to have clothes on again,” she said sheepishly. “I know the feeling,” I responded.

The next few hours I spent with the girls, discussing my future role in the club, what to do now that I was a Private, although actually worse than that – a puppy dog. Of course, I had no real say in the matter, other than to just accept whatever the terms were. Then, there came up the dreaded “body issues”, as apparently my body was no longer my own. A lot of questions on that were raised. Could it be possible that I be naked all the time while in the presence of the girls? What if we had visitors? What about when it got cold? Did I have any control over who touched what? When was it “too far?” As can be expected, Kristina stuck up for me a lot, sparing me much of the degrading ideas the girls wanted to try out. The girls intermittently looked between me and her. After our meeting was over, Cathy led me and Kristina to a private area. I gulped and felt butterflies in my stomach. “Corporal Bayfield,” Cathy said, “some of the girls told me what they did to you yesterday. For that I apologize. It wasn’t supposed to go that far, which is why we had the meeting like we did, so that something like that doesn’t happen again.” She looked at me briefly, then continued talking to Kristina, “You are not to take their threats seriously. You will not be sold into prostitution or become a sex slave. Your punishment is over. Those people will receive a sharp reprimand for their actions.” Kristina looked like she was going to pass out. She covered her eyes with one hand and cried a little, relieved that her worst fears were not going to come to pass. “Her virginity is safe,” Cathy said, then turned to me and added, “As for yours…”

Kristina heard Cathy re-iterate some of the things that they planned to do to me. She became indignant and was quick to defend her property. “He’s mine!” Kristina said vehemently after looking over some options about body treatment. “Watch your tone, Corporal,” Cathy reminded her, “I’m still your superior even without this promotion. It was just a suggestion.” The ‘suggestion’ was, well, me being public property, to put it bluntly. They couldn’t do that to Kristina since she was higher-ranking and the punishment for disobedience and disrespecting an officer was temporary for her. Unlike Kristina, I was not released from such treatment. And since I pledged to be Kristina’s slave last night, this created a conflict of interest. Kristina insisted. She told Cathy she wanted rights over my body, she wanted me to be her slave only, and she also wanted to be the one to take my virginity. Cathy paused for a moment and said, “Okay, I understand. It’s whoever you choose. Although, I still can’t possibly understand why you’re choosing him.” “It’s because,” Kristina said as looked at me with tender eyes, “he came to check up on me last night when no one else did, even after telling him once to go away, and he convinced me I should live my life regardless of what’s here-and-now. He saved my life. We probably wouldn’t be talking if not for him. Besides, I still have a crush on him.” Cathy thought for a moment resting her chin on her hand. “All right,” she said, giving up, “But I didn’t know you liked small penises so much. I don’t know how the rest of the girls will take it, though.”

Since I was a puppy to the club now, someone suggested I ‘dress’ more like one. “What do you suggest?” Cathy asked, amused, “Dog ears?” “That,” said the other girl, “or what I was thinking was maybe a tail?” Everyone gasped at that suggestion - especially me. So they huddled together to create a costume that would be more humiliating to wear than me just being naked (a huge accomplishment), something that would make me look ridiculous and still show off my underdeveloped genitals. Didn’t these people have anything else better to do with their time? They, of course, already had the collar and leash. Now for the rest of the ensemble. They bought puppy ears from the gag gift section of the local store. They also found a fake raccoon tale, but decided not to buy it. They eventually found a tail looking through their closets at home. Someone dressed up like a dog or rat or something for Halloween one time and kept the costume. They tried a few things to keep it on or near my ass. Tape, attaching it to a leather belt, among other things that didn’t quite work. Then, someone said they should look into attaching it to my butthole, and said they could attach the tail to something hard and have that shoved up my ass. I shook my head, pleading with them to consider another option. I looked at Kristina for support. No such luck. As supportive of me as she was in the past, she said, “You know, I’d actually like to see that. It’s not like he’s a virgin in that area anyway.” One of the girls knew a boy in shop class who was really good with working with wood. She had him fashion an hourglass-like figure that would secure it and prevent it from getting dislodged. He made it, sanded it, lacquered it, and gave it to her. She presented it to the club and they attached it to the tail with glue and some staples. Just like before, I had to put that thing in my mouth for lubrication, and they inserted it into my rectum. I squirmed as they pushed it in, and thanks to its shape, it automatically was “sucked in” after it got to a certain spot. They tugged on it to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere, much to my discomfort. “Hope you don’t need to take a shit anytime soon, little Alex,” Cathy teased. So there I was. A puppy dog for the Hensen girl’s club, naked except for dog ears, a tail connected to a wooden buttplug that’s been jammed up my rectum and a collar and leash. Never in my wildest imagination did I imagine this happening to me.

My time in the club from then on changed my life forever. I actually got turned on by all of the sexual humiliation. I mean, sure, it sucked sometimes that they were treating me like this, but I soon was craving the attention. They had agreed, although with difficulty at first, that Kristina held my leash, and only she could authorize the use of my body to anyone. I was the official boy-toy for the club, at the disposal of its members. I was touched, tickled, groped, masturbated and ridiculed frequently. No pictures were allowed to be taken as a precaution that some of the other boys would see them. Although Ian would stop by at times, and he saw what they had done. The new Vice Captain had his turns leading me around on a leash, and toying and twisting the buttplug inside me, making me squirm. Sometimes, Ian would lead me into a private room where I blew him off “like the good old days.” This was only a small measure of what they had me do. My aunt constantly kept tabs on how I was doing with the club. The members of the club eventually became very close to me. I admit to hating them initially, but they became friends after a while – even Cathy.

Time passed, slowly at first, and Cathy, Kristina, and even I matured physically. I was really excited when my pubes finally started to grow. Then they shaved me bald again. Damn it. They couldn’t stop my penis from growing, though. My penis grew to a length of about 5.5 inches erect, and I could spurt. It was still on the short side of “average”, but at least I wasn’t “tiny” anymore. The girls noticed, too. Finally, it came time. Kristina told Cathy she wanted to make me into a man. Cathy announced that to the club, and the news was met with applause. After the announcement, Cathy looked at Kristina and said, “Well, dear, when do you want to do it?” Kristina looked at her, puzzled why she would ask. “I don’t know yet. Probably later on in the week in my room. Why? What does it matter?” Cathy asked rhetorically, “Do you think we would all fit inside your room?” A look of terror spread on Kristina’s face. “You’re going to watch??” she shrieked when she figured it out, “That wasn’t part of the deal!” Cathy smiled and said, “The girls and I came up with this after you told us you wanted to take his virginity. Come now, you should’ve expected a catch. And we’ve already seen both of you naked, so it shouldn’t be that big a deal.” Kristina had tears in her eyes. “But it’s my – our - first time,” she said, looking down in embarrassment as the feelings from the shameful events of what happened about two years ago came back.

Kristina and I were sitting together in my room later that day. “Mistress,” I asked her, “are you really sure you want to lose your virginity to me?” “Yes, my dear, little love slave,” she responded tenderly, “I could think of no one else.” “But aren’t you doing this out of guilt,” I questioned her further, “for me saving your life?” She looked at me, then put her head on my shoulder. “While I am grateful for that,” she said, “there are other reasons. Most of the guys out there are jerks who only want to get into my panties, or who are really unattractive physically. Besides that, I’ve been a little leery of men since that day. Men in general just make me feel uncomfortable. And…I’ve grown to love you. I guess after this you would no longer be my slave, but my boyfriend. I never had one before, and I want it to be with someone I can trust who won’t take advantage of me.” The scent of her long hair was intoxicating. Her skin was so soft and silky I got goosebumps just from any brief skin-to-skin contact. I can see why the boys at school were hitting on her. She turned into quite an amazing, beautiful woman. And now we were going to shed both of our statuses as virgins. This would be a new point in her life, one that for many is very intimate and private, but for her, and myself, would be open and for all our friends to see.

The day finally came and it was a most private affair. They had sent out hand-delivered invitations to select individuals, and all of them decided to come. Among them were Ian and my aunt. It was on a Saturday. We held it at the shed, the same place that Cathy first stripped me naked. And just like that time, I came out naked into the other room, this time on four legs being led with a leash. My aunt blushed when she saw me and looked away, while everyone else was grinning ear-to-ear. Kristina looked simply nervous. She was shaking like a leaf when she saw me. My aunt was allowed to bring along a camera to record this event, and it would stay between us. I came to Kristina, and then turned to face Cathy. “Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here,” Cathy began, eliciting a chorus of laughter from everyone, including Kristina and I. “I’m kidding,” she continued, “you know why we are here. These two will lose their virginity to each other, here in front of us. Alex, by vote of the Hensen club members, we’ve decided you are no longer the little boy we had at first. Today, you will be a man. You can stand up straight like one.” She motioned with her hands, and Kristina faced me while Ian came over. Kristina gently took off the puppy ears off of my head, and the collar off of my neck. Then someone approached with a disposable plastic bag and those were dumped in. They were starting to get a little worn and raggedy from so much use. I wasn’t going to miss them. Then, Ian grabbed my ‘tail’ told me to relax and gently pulled it out, putting that in with the rest of the items of my former life in the bag. “Stand up, Alex,” ordered Cathy.

As I rose to my feet, a feeling of liberation spread throughout my body. My aunt was seeing my bare body since that day when she caught me naked. She took in the sight of my willy, then whispered, “Well, thankfully for her it did grow a bit,” which made some of the nearby girls giggle while some of them put up their hands with their index fingers and thumbs less than two inches apart. “Silence!” Cathy announced, “I have a gift for the both of you. As you know, we’ve had new Privates in the club over the past couple of years. There haven’t been many changes to the rank structure. So, the officers of the club have met and would like to offer promotions to the two here – Corporal for Alex Mitchell, and Sergeant for Kristina Bayfield. Congratulations!” Everyone cheered for us. Then Cathy announced, “It’s time. Sergeant Bayfield, remove your clothes.” Kristina nervously fumbled with her clothes. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her naked, and besides there were also some fresh faces here too that were about to see some new sights. It took a while, but she managed to strip to her bra and panties. She hesitated. “Need help?” Cathy asked with a raised eyebrow. Kristina blushed. Cathy looked at me intently and I nodded. Kristina jumped when she felt my hands on her shoulders. I slid my hands down to her bra clasp and undid that. I went around her and pulled her bra from her breasts. She instinctively covered up. Some things will never change. I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to her ankles. I then stepped aside. Kristina eventually dropped her arms and stepped out of her panties.

We were both naked now - a little bashful, but what could be expected in a room full of clothed spectators about to see you do the deed? The room was silent for a moment, with me and Kristina looking into each other’s eyes. Then Cathy said, “Whoa, wait – Sergeant it has been two years since I last saw you in the nude. How come you have less pubes now then you did then?” I looked down. She was right. Her rack had grown considerably, but she was like a shaved cat down there. The other members shifted to get a better look. Kristina blushed. “I, uh…” she started nervously, “It-it was getting in the way, so I shaved it.” Everyone had a good laugh at her expense. Cathy asked Ian if he was supposed to do something. That’s when Ian pulled out some condoms out of his pocket. “Let’s see,” he said, trying to lighten the mood, “child-size, right?” That got everyone laughing and my aunt slapped him on the back. “Not anymore,” I retorted, pointing at my cock. “I don’t see a difference,” said a long-standing member of the club, bringing another chorus of laughter from the gang. Condoms and a water-based lube were placed on a table nearby.

We looked each other up and down repeatedly. God, she was just as beautiful then as before. I nervously lifted my hand to her face and caressed her cheek. She shook and closed her eyes, all too conscious that all eyes were on her petite, nubile frame. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, which startled her and her eyes flew open. She paused, then relaxed and returned the favor. We locked in a passionate kiss. After separating, I kissed her one more time on the forehead, trying to release the anxiety from what was to come. My hands slowly and hesitantly traveled to her small breasts. She moaned as my hands gently went over them, caressed them, fondled the soft skin, and played with her nipples. Her moans were getting me excited, and my cock grew hard. I lowered my head, and had my first taste of her skin since that night. It was warm, and silky, with a slight flavor that was hard to describe. I kept suckling the nipples, biting them gently, making her squirm. I loved seeing her reactions, like I was somehow sending electrical shocks throughout her body with my tongue. After spending time on that, my tongue traveled down, much to her disappointment, to her navel. I backed away. She was there standing in the most delightful girlish pose, and I was in front of her, on my knees looking up at her drunk with passion. One of the girls took a moment to snap a picture of us to commemorate this event.

Cathy said, “What a wonderful introduction. Bring out the bed of roses.” With that, some of the girls moved forward and picked up a nearby thin mattress and laid a white sheet over it. The youngest member present was the “flower girl” and danced around the bed sprinkling rose petals all over it. The bed was such a beautiful sight. The mattress was kind of old and flimsy, but it was covered up. The girl put the basket down and started spraying perfume all around the bed. “Don’t be overzealous with that, dear,” my aunt said, “we wouldn’t want it to be overpowering.” I turned my attention from the bed to Kristina. She was shivering. I looked at her face, and she wore a terror-stricken expression. “What’s wrong?” I whispered, drawing her close. “I-I can’t-can’t do-oo this!” she stuttered, “I’m not ready. I feel like my heart’s about to explode.” This was the time she had looked forward to, but now dreaded it with all of these people here who were about to witness her being deflowered. Then there was also the pain factor. Her face was pale and her breathing was labored and erratic. She was known to have these panic attacks, but this was not the time for one. I looked over her shoulder. Everyone showed concern. Ian got a bottle out of his backpack and came over to offer it to her. He got a good up-close view of her front side. I noticed he was pitching a tent, as well, as he adjusted his position so that it wasn’t so noticeable to everyone else. I put my hand on her chin, and gently lifted her head until her eyes met mine. Then I said, “Trust me,” and handed the bottle for her to drink. She took the bottle but she was shaking so bad that she had extreme difficulty getting the cap off. Ian took the bottle and opened it for her, then stepped back and headed toward his aunt, all the while trying to hide his erection.

Kristina looked like she was ready to cry as she held the bottle in her right hand. She closed her eyes, and drank from it. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately choked and coughed, spilling half of her mouthful on the ground. “Ew,” Cathy said. “What’s in here?” Kristina demanded. Everyone turned to Ian, who sheepishly said, “Berry punch…and..” Ian paused, and looked at my aunt, who looked at him sternly. “Well,” he said, finally, “it’s been spiked. I thought a little bit of booze would calm down your nerves.” He laughed nervously. My aunt went over and whispered something in his ear. It must have been bad because he cringed and lowered his head. Kristina sipped a bit more of it, then took a few swigs, with a look of disgust. “You know what would make me feel better than drinking booze?” Kristina asked, then said, “If everyone lost some of their clothes, too.” Everyone gasped. Cathy looked shocked, while Ian perked up at the possibility of seeing more of the girls naked. Cathy said, “Well, it’s up to you guys. I’m not going to give any orders, but…” To everyone’s amazement, including me and Kristina, she took off her uniform and stood there in her bra and panties. “That’s all you get. If everyone wants to shed some clothes, feel free. It’s getting hot in here, anyway.” The rest of the girls hesitantly shed their tops while a few of them took off their skirts and pants. “Aren’t you going to kick off your pants?” my aunt asked Ian. Ian looked back at my aunt, then looked away and started stripping. All eyes went to him as he took off his shirt, socks and pants. My aunt pulled down his shorts unexpectedly, causing Ian to gasp and quickly cover himself. “That’s for carrying around alcohol, young man,” my aunt said, “now quit covering yourself and go and reveal yourself to Kristina. It’s only fair since you saw her fully naked.”

Ian blushed, but if there was something that can be said about him, he was always submissive to whoever was the authority figure at the time. He uncovered and stepped forward, and put himself on display to my love. Most of the girls giggled, including Cathy, who was covering her mouth and holding her stomach at the sight of her peer naked as the day he was born. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He was athletic like me, and so had a chiseled frame, he had grown hair pretty much everywhere. His erect penis hung down and was thicker than before. His was about an inch longer than mine. Kristina looked Ian up and down while he looked away, focusing on his penis and testicles. After a good long look, she turned her attention toward me again, eyes lit up like a predator preparing to pounce on prey. Apparently now she was “ready.”

I took her by the hand, and led her to the bed. I motioned for her to get on her back so I could penetrate her in the missionary position (one of about two positions I knew at that time). She did so, but covered her pussy, still not wanting anyone to see. “Sergeant Bayfield,” Cathy ordered, “move your damn hands. We can’t see anything!” This caused Kristina to move her arms out and her knees in, which sent everyone into hysterics. Everyone gathered around the bed in a circle, my aunt positioning herself to get the best view of “the action.” I spread Kristina’s legs apart, and blocked her hands away, knowing she would want to cover up again. She was now fully exposed. She blushed and covered her face, making a cute little groan out of embarrassment. My tongue picked up where it left off at her navel. Shocked, Kristina raised her head to look at me. My head made it’s slow descent downward toward her beautiful pussy. Reaching it, I hesitated, not knowing what to do. I looked around. Cathy said, “Just start lapping, Alex. You’re most likely not going to get it the first time. Trust me, I speak from experience. The female anatomy is very…complex. Good thing it’s Bayfield’s first time, too, so she doesn’t have anything to compare it to.” I nodded slightly. I stuck my tongue out and slowly bent my body to make contact with her orifice.

Her body jerked and she let out a soft cry when my tongue touched her pink flesh. Everyone giggled, even my aunt. I took a big lick from the bottom near her anus to her clitoris straight down the middle. Her body arched, bringing her back off of the bed. With subsequent licks, they became less intense and she calmed down, instead moaning with arousal. I had to stop briefly because the aroma and the taste were too powerful. I grimaced with slight repugnance. Cathy joked around, “Yup. You’re definitely a virgin. You’re eating her out like one.” I looked at her with some irritation, and then continued with renewed vigor. She laughed and screamed, thrusting around as my tongue explored her crevice, darting in and out of her virgin hole. All of a sudden, she let out a long moan, arched her back, curled her toes, and held that position for a moment, before relaxing, totally spent. Everyone high-fived each other.

“Don’t you think you should return the favor?” asked Cathy. I was made to get up and put my knees on either side of her head, and presented my cock to her face. Kristina looked at it apprehensive at first, then licked the head. After some hesitation, she motioned me to drive my hips forward and took in my member into her mouth. The sensations were amazing! I’ve jerked off before, but it never felt like this! Kristina, with a hint of disgust on her face, slid my cock in and out, her warm tongue sliding on the underside. I swear I felt every bump of that delightful little tongue. I groaned and was panting heavily as I instinctively bucked my hips. So this is why Ian had me do this almost every time he came over. If it was me, I’d do the same thing. When they realized I was getting close, to my agitation, they stopped the blowjob. “Ready for the main course?” Cathy asked. We both looked at her, looked at each other, and then nodded.

Kristina laid there, shivering slightly over what she was imagining to be a pretty painful ordeal. “There will be a little pain at first,” Cathy said, “But it will become pleasurable shortly afterward.” She looked at my cock, made a slight frown, and added, “Hopefully.” Everyone giggled. Meanwhile, Ian, at the behest of my aunt, instructed me on how to put on a condom and lube. I was already getting soft, so Ian had to…manipulate me begrudgingly. After the condom was on and I was lubed up, Ian told me that I needed to “stick it in” before my stiffy subsided. “Remember from sex ed class,” he said, “Aim for the middle hole.” Yes, he actually said that. Kristina once again looked terrified and covered her face with her hands, turning away. I leaned my body on top of her, grabbed her wrists and broke them away, then looked into her eyes, trying to reassure her. Two of the girls pinned her wrists to the bed, while I picked her legs up, placed her calves on my shoulders, and guided my cock into the opening. A shock went through her body as she felt the tip of my penis penetrate her labia. Cathy and Ian were guiding our actions. After some light strokes, Ian dropped a little more lube onto her clitoris and let it slide down. I then took a deep breath, braced against her legs with my hands and pushed hard against her with my pelvis.

She screamed. “It hurts! It hurts!” She cried out. “Whoa! Slow down, tiger!” Ian said, “Take it slow, your erection’s not going anywhere at this point.” I asked Kristina is she was alright. She said, “Yeah, I think so, but it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside.” We both agreed to go slow. I extracted my penis, then noticed some blood coming from her. I panicked. “Oh my God! She’s bleeding!” I exclaimed, ready to rush out the door to find help. “Relax,” Cathy said, “A little blood is normal during your first time. Nothing has been stuck up there before and you’re probably causing a little bit of trauma with that little thing. Not to worry, continue – but slower this time, please. She almost gave me a heart attack when she screamed.” I did smaller thrusts that eventually became longer. She was still grimacing, but I was afraid of hurting her any further, so I kept my thrusts shallow. I ventured a little deeper, with slow thrusts, I met resistance and pushed increasingly hard against it. It took quite a few thrusts, but I finally felt it give way, and my cock slid all the way in. Kristina gasped and froze with a shocked expression on her face. Someone snapped a picture, immortalizing the moment she lost her virginity.

I was almost panicking again, and looked around nervously at everyone to see if everything was okay. Kristina started breathing normally again, and looked around, relieved that the part she dreaded was over. She smiled and asked, “Does it get to feel good now?” She smiled at me, and I continued my thrusts. I don’t think that smile ever disappeared the entire time as I pounded her deeply with thick strokes. She kept moaning with each thrust, telling me how much she was enjoying this now, and how much she loved me. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” Kristina said rhythmically. Everyone else was either cracking up, or was noticeably getting aroused. A few of them try to hide wet spots on their panties. I looked over, and Ian had a rock hard erection, and looked fairly uncomfortable with my aunt glancing at him from time to time. I looked at Kristina and gestured with my head toward him. She looked and spotted it, too. She looked at me and asked, “Should we? Would you mind, Love?” I shook my head. Cathy leaned over and asked what we were talking about instead of fucking. We whispered amongst ourselves for a little while, me still buried deep in her cunt. Cathy stood up and asked, “Ian, how long has it been since you’ve gotten any?” Ian blushed, and looked down. “That long, huh?” Cathy said, adding, “well, Kristina is kind enough to share herself this one time. You want in?” Ian looked stunned. His jaw just slacked open so I motioned for him to come. He did so eagerly. Kristina had him kneel above her head. Realizing this was going to be an awkward position, she rolled over and got on all-fours for doggy-style. She sucked off Ian and he gently held the back of her head with his hands, thanking her gratuitously for doing this for him. I got busy trying to find the same hole I was making love to a moment ago. There was a puckered ring, so I figured it was somewhere down below that. I struggled for a bit, then slid in. Kristina’s body lurched forward and she gave out a muffled cry.

She was being fucked by two guys now, one at each end. Cathy looked at this display with clenched teeth. She also elicited soft moans. She took off her bra and panties. She had such a nice body - nice big firm breasts, and she had thick pubic hair that was neatly trimmed. Everyone froze and looked at her. Blushing, she said, “What? This is fucking hot.” She then proceeded to sit on one of the chairs and publicly masturbate herself, immediately reaching down to take care of her swollen labia lips. A few of the girls looked at each other, then followed suit. The rest of the girls were too embarrassed to do so, but had no problems watching those that did. Soon the room was filled with moans, cries, and whispers as Ian and I continued to fuck Kristina’s brains out and even some of the girls in the club were exploring each other’s bodies. I grunted with exertion, and knew I was getting close. I pumped into Kristina hard, slamming her buttcheeks against my belly with my hands. I went passed the “point of no return”, went wild with ectasy, and thrust deeply one more time, climaxing into my lover. She screamed softly – a long, agonizing, beautiful sound. Kristina and I shuddered at the same time, her pussy contracting my penis, as if milking it to get all of the come out. After a few ragged breaths, I collapsed onto her back. She, in turn, collapsed from exhaustion, first her arms giving out, and finally tipping over, sending both of us on our side on the mattress. We both panted heavily. We whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ear, not caring who heard us. Laying there in the afterglow was the icing on the cake. I kissed her neck and upper back, she giggled and told me how great a lay I was, and how much of a stud I turned out to be.

Ian looked at us with understandable disappointment. “How cute,” he said, unenthusiastically, “What about me??” We both shrugged out shoulders. Kristina pointed at Cathy and all the other girls. Cathy stopped masturbating and, looking Ian over, said, “Ah, fuck it. Why not.” Ian lubed and put on his rubber, then he and Cathy went at it. My aunt wore a facial expression that I’ll never forget. Someone should’ve gotten that on film. That was the start of many adventures between Kristina and I. I love her so much. We dated for a while afterward, marrying each other eventually. Some of the people in that very room made up the wedding – with Cathy being the “Captain” of the bridesmaids and Ian being my Best Man and ringbearer. Cathy actually cried at our wedding.

I love my wife. I LOVE her. I so get a kick when other guys try to hit on her in hopes that she’ll cheat. She recounted on more than one occasion this loser telling her something along the lines of, “Why don’t you dump that sorry ass and come with me. I’ll show you a real good time.” She always replies the same way to these pathetic attempts: “Sorry, boys. I’m married to a REAL man.” Good times. The events I described happened some years ago. We’re both out of college now, in steady jobs, still madly in love, and have school-aged kids. We almost never fight, tell each other everything, and have wild sex in the bedroom – and out of it. She got into this “role reversal” thing where she straps on a dildo and fucks me like a guy. Call it what you will, I’m starting to get really into it. And, yes, I still call her Mistress from time to time. She still looks good after all these years. She filled in in all the right places, and still kept herself in shape. We love going to the gym, as well as doing nearly everything together.

We had an unexpected phone call a few days ago. It was Cathy, who we had not seeing in years. She was going to be “in the neighborhood” on her way to wherever her “crazy executive job “was taking her. When she arrived, we both greeted her with hugs and kisses. She looked pretty much the same, save for a tiny bit of weight gain, but like Kristina, she filled in nicely. About a day into her visit, over a few drinks, we spent some time talking about how we’ve been doing since High School. We got a little tipsy, and Kristina whispered in my ear and we invited Cathy into the bedroom because we wanted to show her something. All of us then headed into the master bedroom and sat down on the king-sized bed. Cathy frowned as she her weight rested on the mattress, apparently too hard for her tastes. Continuing our conversation from the dining room, we got into our days at the Hensen Club. Kristina busted out the photo album of the pictures that were taken during that time. We each had mixed feelings about being there, including Cathy. We, of course, had to get into the fact that I was the club’s puppy and Kristina’s slave boy. Whatever, I got over that.

Cathy looked as if she wasn’t really part of the conversation (something rather uncharacteristic of her) and she looked like she really wanted to say something. She began to stutter (something very uncharacteristic of her) and began, “I’m so…I mean – what I meant to say, is…” She breathed in deeply and blurted out, “I’m sorry,” the last syllable barely above a whisper. Kristina and I looked at each other, puzzled as to what she could be referring to. “Hey,” Kristina said, “if you mean spilling some wine on the tablecloth, it’s no biggie.” Cathy looked at her with an irritated expression. “I was referring,” she continued taking in a deep breath, “about my treatment of the both of you. I’ve been thinking about it over the past few years, and I regret some of the things I did.” Kristina and I sat there stunned. We couldn’t believe this was happening. Tears formed in Cathy’s eyes as she continued, “I’m ashamed that I used my position to get more power. When Brad made Alex Captain, I was so jealous. I was clearly older. When Ian told me about his late development, I saw an opportunity to take the rank that should’ve been mine in the first place. Not only did I bust him down, I made him a Private – no, I made him less than that.” Her voice cracked, and she had to swallow to continue. “All that power got to me. I even humiliated someone that didn’t deserve it, just to hide what I was doing. Even then, I thought I was right. It even led that person to try and kill herself, to commit suicide, because she was shamed so severely. If it wasn’t for you, Alex, we may have found her body hanging from a beam.”

She wiped a tear from her eye, and concluded, “This-this has been eating at me for the past few years. I’ve just shut it out. I never had the courage to confront it. Then, a counselor said that I should let things in the past go, for health reasons. This is something I wanted to apologize for. I’ve treated both of you terribly, abused my position, and things could have turned out much worse than they actually did. I was a fool.” She slowly took out her old Captain bars from a box inside her purse. She went around and pinned it to the lapel of my shirt. She was openly crying. Kristina, teary-eyed herself, came over to Cathy and patted her on the shoulder. “Can you forgive me?” Cathy asked, her eyes genuinely pleading for mercy. Kristina smiled and simply said, “You’re forgiven, sister,” and kissed her passionately on the lips. My wife always knows what to say. We took all of our clothes off, and had a three-some. Incidentally, while I was doing her doggy-style, I asked her, “What do you think of my tiny dick now, Cathy?” to which she responded, “I love your tiny dick, Alex. Give it to me harder, please. No seriously – harder. I can barely feel it!” Both girls had a good laugh at my expense. As I was exhaling my warm breath onto her neck, I chuckled to myself. This person once so eager to humiliate me to grab more power for herself, was now beneath me on her hands and knees, moaning from the thrusts that came from the very object that she used to humiliate me in the first place. Good times.

Today, after a love session with my two lovely girls, we were enjoying a meal in the dining room. I noticed that my son was being very quiet and withdrawn lately and I asked inquisitively, “Why isn’t he being his old spunky self?” He was definitely a Momma’s boy, kinda nerdy and not like me at all. His Momma replied, “Well…I did notice and it took him a while to tell me, but he eventually told me that…,” she paused, making sure our son couldn’t hear her. She continued in a low voice, “He said that some bullies were picking on him in the locker room for having a…little dick.” Cathy chuckled at this and my wife slugged her on the arm. They both looked at me expectedly. I nodded and went over to where he was playing a game on his portable device. “Hey there, buddy,” I said, taking a seat beside him, “anything going on in school?” He looked up. “I guess Mom told you huh?” he said, “not surprising. Yeah, some guys were laughing at me when I took off my clothes. They’re so much…bigger than me. But that doesn’t mean they can…” His face got red, and he clenched his teeth angrily. Clearly, he was indignant over what happened. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Kristina and Cathy were looking in on our conversation, both of them with smiles on their faces. I smiled and said, “Son, let me tell you a little story…”

(The End)