The Other Side of Midnight 4

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 4

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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Mark survived his twenty minutes of open nudity, I found out a couple of days later, but he had to borrow Tobi's t-shit.

"He owes me one now," Tobi told me a few days later. "Going to be fun getting paid back on that one."

I just laughed. We were at his house, playing video games with Stephen ad it was the first chance I'd had to find out what happened. But one other thing had been on my mind ever since.

"It was funny watching him walk though. The shirt - it was a bit small for him and only just came down to under his bottom so he had to hold it down as he walked. A few people saw him and wondered what was up.

"Did they say anything?"

"Nah - they never do."

"He wanted to borrow some underpants as well, but we refused," Stephen told me. "That's a bit too pervy." He turned to Tobi. "So, what you going to do about the debt?"

"Probably get him to babysit Jessie," Tobi said. Jessie was his stepsister - she spent most of her time with Tobi's family and some with her Dad. "She likes it when he comes over, gets naked and she gets to play with him."

"He has to be naked here, too?" I asked.

Tobi nodded. "Ever since I found out about this. He was sleeping over here a few weeks ago. He just got up in the morning, looked a bit embarrassed and the stripped out of his pyjamas and stood in front of my mirror and started wanking."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Is that one of his rules?"

Tobi nodded. "Claire makes him follow a morning routine. Strip, wank for ten minutes - no cumming - and then get breakfast for whoever he's staying with. He as to stay in her room while we eat and he's not allowed to get dressed until whoever it is gets out of bed and gives him permission."

"Even here?"

"He's a pervert," Stephen said, without looking up from the computer. We ignored him. He didn't know anything before the football either and, looking back, Stephen never had any real interest in it afterwards. I couldn't believe it at the time - it was all so new and erotic to me that I couldn't get enough.

"So what did you do?" I asked Tobi.

"At first, I just pretended to be asleep," he said. "Kinda felt weird with him doing that, but I couldn't stop watching. Then he went out and came back in with juice and cereal, so I ate it. I didn't know he had to wait for permission before getting dressed at the time so I made an ordeal out of it - going for a shower, having breakfast, and so on, just to see how long before he got dressed."

I was getting horny just listening to him. Having a naked slave friend waiting on you like that? It was a dream!

"Then when I got dressed he asked if he could too, so I said yes." Tobi went on. "Still wonder what would have happened if I'd said 'no'."

"If it was me, I'd never let him get dressed!"

Stephen looked up and groaned. I remember thinking that he was right - I was a pervert. This kind of shamed me a bit at first, and I worried about it. But if I was a pervert, then how come Tobi wasn't?

"Anyway," Tobi said, "Turns out Claire had set it up, without telling me. My Mum grew up in Denmark and nudity is nothing to her, so now he has to be naked here as well now. Although she doesn't know why - she just thinks he's pretty relaxed. All the rules have to be followed when he's here. My stepsisters love it when he comes over and eats dinner naked with all of us."

"He's been naked in front of your entire family?"

Tobi nodded. This was going to be unlikely to happen at my place: my parents would freak out. Why couldn't I have had easy-going parents like Tobi's? I was really envious of the openness of his family - having your friend over and keeping him naked all day in front of your Mum would have been so cool. He told me his Dad might have thought it weird, but he only saw him at weekends and sometimes for holidays. He never came to their house since Tobi's parents split up.

"Jess is always using him as a doll for make up. And not just on his face, either."

Wow - this was something I had to see. But how to get invited over next time it happened? I envied Tobi, not having to do anything or plan anything.

"Why do you think I don't like coming round here?" Stephen joked. Tobi just laughed and threw something at him. Stephen caught it and threw it back.

"And yet, here you are," he said. "Some days I can't get rid of you."

"But if his sister is bossing him around," Stephen went on, "it explains why he's always naked in the toilets at school."

"He's not always naked," Tobi replied. He explained to me, "one of the rules is that he has to pull his pants down to his feet when he has a piss; and lift his shirt to his waist so he's completely exposed. Even in public. You'll probably see it at some point."

"Even outdoors," Stephen added. "I've seen him do it in the woods a few times. I just thought he was weird. He is weird - no way I'd let my sister do that to me." He looked at Tobi. "Or yours - how old is Jess?"

"Eleven."

"And he never gets into trouble?" I asked.

I had a thing about trouble back then. Again, it was growing up with a conservative mother who freaked out over everything. Looking back, Dad wasn't so bad.

"Why would he get into trouble? He never does anything illegal," Tobi shrugged. "But Claire's careful about that, too."

"What else does he have to do?" I asked.

"I think you're showing way too much interest in this," Stephen said.

Tobi ignored him. "Well he has the morning routine, the nudity, the toilet rules, the masturbation rules and an evening routine. I think that's it."

"What are the masturbation rules?" I said, trying to hide it from Stephen. But I had to ask.

"He's just not allowed to cum without permission and without a witness," Tobi told me. "And he's not allowed clean himself up afterwards without permission."

"Have you ever actually seen him cum?"

Tobi nodded. "Once or twice. Jess lets him jerk off sometimes when Mum's not around. And he came accidentally once while she was giving him a bubble bath."

I was suddenly massively jealous of Jess.

"If Mum's here, though, we have to keep it a bit normal," Tobi went on. "I can invite him over, if you want?"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Stephen interrupted. He got up. "I have to go home anyway. You two pervs can invite him over for an orgy. Have fun!"

My heart nearly exploded. Tobi got up to show him out.

I'd gone too far - what was I thinking? Did I not know the meaning of the word casual? All I had to to was to just play it safe and take my time, but oh no - I had to start pretty much drooling all over the situation.

"Don't mind him," Tobi said when he came back. He had a phone in his hand and was dialling a number. "Anyway, I have fun with it too, sometimes."

It was easy for him to say. My parents weren't as open minded and if they found out I was "teasing" Mark - even with consent - I was in serious trouble. Part of me wanted to back out now before this all blew up in my face, but I had gone too far down the rabbit-hole to back out now.

"Okay," Tobi said, waking me up from my daydream, "Claire said it's too late for him to come round, but we can go over there, okay?"

We said goodbye to Tobi's Mum and headed off towards Mark and Claire's. The walk took us about twenty minutes or so and it was starting to get dark when we arrived. Needless to say, Mark answered the door naked and led us into the living room where there was a large metal basin filled with steaming water surrounded by towels on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Oh, hello you two - you're just in time for Mark's evening routine. Sit down there while I finish getting his bath ready."

We took a seat. "His evening routine is just a bath," Tobi told me. "He gets really scrubbed well though and then he has to air dry."

"Tell me about it," Mark muttered.

"Like you don't enjoy it."

"Not with people watching!"

Claire came back and got Mark to stand in the tub of water. Then she got some shower gel and squeezed it into her hand and started rubbing it into his chest and his back as if she was giving him a massage. She spun him round so that his back was to us and then soaped lower and lower until she was literally massaging soap up and down his bottom cheeks, following the muscles and squeezing them ever so gently. I was so jealous of her.

"You look embarrassed?" she asked him suddenly.

"Yeah, a bit," Mark replied. It's bad enough in front of your friends, but mine?"

"Derek and Tobi have seen you before!"

"Not like this!"

"Oh, they don't mind!" Claire said. "Do you boys?"

Tobi just giggled while I shook me head.

"Now, turn around," Claire went on.

She got some more soap went in between his legs. All the way to his thighs and balls and then down the other leg.

When Mark turned round to face us, he was as hard as I'd ever seen him. Claire got some more shower gel and rubbed it in between his thighs and down to his feet. Mark's dick quivered in the evening air as Claire shamelessly rubbed soap all over his privates. His balls flopped about, covered in soap and at one point she was even jerking his erect shaft with soap. Oh God, I wanted it to be me.

"You're not going to cum are you?" she said.

For a horrible second I thought she meat me, but Mark shook his head and groaned.

"You sure, you don't want to be punished again, do you?"

Mark took a deep breath as all four of us gazed at the tip of his dick. It bounced one or twice on it;s own, but nothing came out. It might sound bad, but I was so disappointed. Right then, I would have given anything to see my friend punished.

"Good boy," Claire said, this time turning to his tummy. She did "accidentally" nudge his dick though. That was almost enough to send him over the edge. "Arms out."

Mark held his arms out and then Claire soaped them one by one, all the way down to his fingers. He looked ever so vulnerable like that and I had to try and stop myself from going over and just grabbing him. She finished off be finally using a towel to wash Mark's face and then his hair with regular shampoo. Finally, she got a jug of water and poured it over his head rinsing away all the soap and leaving a bight shiny and erotically-charged Mark standing innocently in the basin.

"Okay, you can get Bertha now and dry off."

"But what about Derek and Tobi?" Mark asked.

"Oh don't worry about them," Claire said. "They don't mind."

"Please, no!" Mark pleaded. "I'll do it extra tomorrow!"

Claire just glared at him.

Mark looked at us nervously and then hopped out of the tub and shuffled over to a chest of drawers where he'd gotten the handcuffs a few weeks ago. This time, though, he pulled out a giant erect penis with a plunge-sucker above the balls.

"Ok, this is new," Tobi whispered.

"I changed his evening routine a few days ago, Tobi," Claire said. "Although I'm not sure he'll be able to do this at your place."

We watched as Mark took out the dildo and licked the plunge suckers. Then he stuck it to the wall at about waist height, got down on his knees, spread them slightly and, with his hands behind his back leaned forward and started sucking on the dildo. I looked at Tobi. Even though he knew a lot more about this 'game' than I did, he looked absolutely stunned. I looked down to see if he had an erection like I did, but I couldn't tell.

I turned my attention back to Mark and watched, transfixed, as he rocked back and forward, sucking on the the dildo. His balls were swinging back and fro between his still wet legs as he sucked on the dildo.

"How-how long does he have to do it for?" Tobi asked.

"Until he's dry," Claire said as she opened the patio doors. "It's a warm night, so it shouldn't take too long."

It actually turned out to be about fifteen minutes before Claire patted his skin and announced he was finished. Mark seemed relieved as he took the dildo down and put it back in the drawer.

When he returned, Claire had his new "pyjamas".

They were the silliest item of clotheing I'd ever seen. Basically, it was a "onesie" sleep-suit. Fluffy and pink, with a picture of a train on the front and a hood complete with rabbit ears. Not only that, Ella had made it with mittens on the hands and a zip up the back, meaning whoever was wearing it would never be able to take it off. But the best thing about it was that it pretty much had no legs. Once Claire had Mark step into the leg holes, she pulled it up over his body and zipped it up at the back.

Poor Mark looked like he had just been wedgied in a marshmallow. He must have been so embarrassed.

"Now, don't you look sweet!" Claire said, once she'd finished. She slapped his butt and told him he could stay up for half an hour before bedtime.

We only stayed for about ten minutes, though. Any longer and I would have been late home myself.

As I walked back in the evening sunset I decided that this was definitely something I wanted to see more of. I wanted to see Mark humiliated, I wanted to see him punished - even exploited. I wanted to see it all. But how?

It actually turned out to be a bit easier than I expected.

(The End)