On Midnight's Wings 1

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a sequel to a previous story I wrote called The Other Side of Midnight, in which – SPOILER ALERT! – Derek discovered a friend, Mark acting strangely only to discover he was in playing submissively with his dominating older sister, Claire. Derek was recruited to help dominate, but wasn't up to the task. But Claire had a better idea: Derek could also be a submissive!

For more details or to check the characters (yes some of them come back) go read the first story! Don't worry, this one will still be here when you get back...

CHAPTER ONE

I couldn't believe it – for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was naked in front of a girl I wasn't related to. I was never that shy as a kid, as long it was just family – my mother seemed to be more offended than I was if she saw me undressed.

Claire just let me stand there for a moment, while I felt warm open air on parts of my naked skin that were not used to feeling open air.

“Well,” Claire said eventually, “aren't you going to put your clothes away?”

I took the key from her, picked up my ball of clothes and went over to the cabinet. Every movement of air on my skin reminded me that I was naked. The brush of air on my balls and my bottom, right down to the fluffiness of the carpet under my bare feet. I bent down, unlocked the drawer and placed my clothes in beside Mark's. Then I locked the door and went back over to give the key to Claire.

And that was the moment I realised that this was really happening. My clothes were not just being taken off me, they were being taken away from me, too. Locked away, beyond my reach. The fact that I was the one locking them away, just emphasised it.

But it had to be me, I found later. I was the one consenting to it.

“How do you feel?” she asked me, as I handed here the key back.

“Weird,” I replied. “And a bit cold....”

“Yeah, that's what Mark said,” she replied. “You'll get used to it!” Then she reached up and the next thing I knew her fingers were on my dick. It had already started to stiffen, but not totally – just about halfway. I groaned when she touched it. I didn't know if I was more embarrassed or excited.

Then she felt my balls and I thought I was going to cum right there and then. “You have a nice penis,” she said,. “I like it when it sticks up like that, rather than out. And your balls hang down low as well,” She started to juggle them around in her sack, and then letting them hang, adding extra weight to the base of my dick. I swallowed breathlessly. Then she turned me around and I shook even more. I remember being surprised at how heavy my erection felt, especially when it shook, as I wasn't used to standing or walking around with it like that.

Claire slapped my bottom gently a couple of times and then felt around the cheek. “You have lovely soft skin,” she said.

“Eh... thanks,” I replied.

“Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy touching this. You may as well get used to it!!”

Suddenly I was aware of someone else in the room and look over to see Mark with his diary and a pen. “What the hell?” he gasped. “You're naked too?”

Despite the fact that he'd seen me naked a few times in showers at the pool or at school sports events, and despite the fact that he was naked too, I suddenly really felt embarrassed. My hands automatically dropped down to cover myself, but Claire slapped my bottom.

“No more touching, no more blocking,” she said. “You're playing by my rules now.”

“This is co cool!” Mark said, “You look awesome!”

“Eh – thanks?” I replied, I had considered that this might have been planned, but it it was, he wasn't in on it. That or he was very good at faking surprise.

“I'm glad you approve, Mark,” Claire said. “Now, it appears you have some writing to do.” She motioned to us to lie on the floor – that was when I remembered the no-furniture rule – and handed me a small notepad and a pen, “Derek, as you have no diary yet, you can use this. I want you to write out a list of all the rules that you will be obeying, and Mark can write his diary, ok?”

I nodded.

We lay down side by side, bare bottoms in the air, and started writing. I found it difficult to write lying with my erection saddled between the weight of my body and the floor. I moved my legs apart and raised by ass a little just to calm my self down a bit.

Beside me, Mark was giggling as he wrote. We were close enough that I could feel the warmth coming from his body on my cool skin.

Ok, so, I thought to myself, rules. How many were there and which ones could I remember? Well, first one was obvious:

–        I will be naked at all times when I am at home alone or playing the game at Mark and Clare's.
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–        I will not sit on any furniture. Or use any furniture.
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–        I will eat my food sitting on the floor and use only my mouth.
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–        I will do my morning and evening routines.
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–        I will not use a toilet without permission and I will go outside if I can not get permission. I will pull my pants down and my shirt up when I pee.
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I stopped writing. Those were the easy ones. Had I seen Mark doing anything else in the last few weeks? Most of it had been spontaneous or was when he was being punished. I read back what I had written to myself, but it seemed short – surely there were more than five rules? I looked over at him, eagerly writing and added

–        I will keep a diary of everything I do.
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–        I will get an all over suntan during the summer.
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That second one scared me a little. Where was I going to sunbathe naked? Probably here, I thought.

A few minutes passed without me adding anything when I felt Claire beside me. “Well? How's it going?”

“I think I have them all,” I said. I handed her the list I prepared. She mile at first, but then frowned. “You missed one – the one about masturbating?”

“Ah! Sorry!”

“Yeah will, that's still a punishment. Not a big one, but a punishment nonetheless,” she said, “I think... Let me see....” Then she smiled “A spanking.”

“You're going to spank me?”

“Not very hard,” she replied, “in fact not at all.” She looked over at Mark who appeared to have finished his diary. “He's going to do it.!”

“Mark is?”

“I am?”

“You are my slave, you do the things I need doing if I don't want to do them myself, and this is something I think I'd rather see you do,” Claire said. She told Mark to sit up, and pointing at his naked lap, “so come on, crawl over here and present yourself for your spanking.”

I took a deep breath. Slowly, I began to realise that she was serious. Having tried to dominate Mark, suddenly he was going to become my master, at least for the time it took him to give me a spanking.

I got up and crawled over to him and draped myself across his naked lap. My erect dick poked his thigh and my balls swung heavily between my legs as I lay down on his warm legs.

Mark hadn't been hard before I got into position but he was afterwards. “How many times should I spank him?” he asked.

“I think three on each side should be enough for a first offence,” Claire told him.

“Ok,” Mark replied. Clearly he was enjoying this too much, while my heart was racing. Part erotic humiliation, part outright fear: I didn't like pain and this was the first time I'd been spanked since.... well, ever. My parents never really believed in it.

And then it started. He was slapping my bare bottom . It wasn't hard at all. Or even effective – it made me laugh more than anything else and kinda tickled rather than hurt.

“I don't think he's supposed to be laughing, Mark.” Claire said.

“Sorry, but I've never spanked anyone before,” Mark replied.

And then there was a pause. I thought it was over but then came one almighty slap right down on the centre of my backside. He got that one right - and the slap echoed throughout the room.

This time it was Mark who laughed.

“Ok,” Claire, said, “that's enough.” She came over to us and helped me up by the elbow and led me to the corner, “Hands on your head,” she said, “corner time follows all spankings.”

Suddenly, with my back to the room, I felt very vulnerable and even more embarrassed Behind me, I heard something clicking.

“How long do I have to do this?” I asked.

“I'm setting this egg-timer. When it goes off, your corner-time will be over. Then you can turn it off and bring it to me. And no, I'm not going to tell you how many minutes I'm setting it too.” There was one last click and she left me, alone and naked in the corner with a bottom that was still stinging slightly from the spanking. In my mind's eye I could see how I looked, and that was even more embarrassing

And not knowing how long I had to stand here was torture! Was it two minutes? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty? An hour?

After what felt like two minutes had passed, the doorbell rang and frightened the life out of me. A few seconds later I heard the door opening and Claire talking to someone – it sounded like Angel. A shiver of excitement went through me. Then the two of them came in talking about pianos stuff and then stopped.

“Oh, you've got two of them playing now?” Angel said.

“Yep,” Claire replied. “Felt he was more of a sub than a dom and he agreed!”

“Told you,” Angel replied. Then from a little closer to me, “can I touch him?”

“Of course!”

I felt Angel's hand on my shoulder and she whispered, “hello, you - having fun?”

“Yea-ah,” I asked.

Then I felt her other hand on my bottom, rubbing me gently where I'd been spanked and then squeezing me gently. “Oh wow,” she said, “he's so soft. It's beautiful.”

“I know,” Claire agreed.

“How long has he been here?”

“Not long,” Claire replied, “Although how long he has to stay there is the question.”

“Ah, I see.” She withdrew her hand and my skin went a little colder where she had been touching it. “Ok, Mark – sit down and let's get your started. Have you been practising your scales?”

“Yeah,” Mark replied, “Of course.”

It seemed like about fifteen or twenty minutes later when the buzzer finally went off (turned out it had only been seven) and I was released from my corner time. It had almost been worse than the actual spanking: one of the things I learnt about that game is that standing around doing nothing and just being on exhibition was just as bad as some of the things I had to do.

I picked up the egg-timer and turned to bring it back to Claire and got another surprise: there were four people sitting on the couch. Claire, Ella, a boy a couple of years younger than me who sniggered back at me, and another girl I didn't know.

“Hey,” Claire reprimanded me, “no blocking yourself!”

I stopped, not even realising I had been doing it. My hands drifted back to my sides and I gave them all the view they wanted.

I padded over on the soft carpet and handed her the egg-timer.

“Good boy,” she said, “now we'd all like some drinks, wouldn't we? So two cokes, one water for Ella and a coffee for me.”

I turned and went out to the kitchen to get the order. I was so humiliated! Where did they come from? They must arrived at the same time as Ella and just kept quiet – but... they'd been there the whole time I was standing naked and on parade! I wondered if Claire invited them around intentionally or whether it was just a coincidence.

There was something else, too, though: it was kind of more interesting with them there. Certainly turned me on a bit more.

I got the drinks and made my way back to the living room. As I handed each person their drink, I noticed that they were staring at me – especially the boy beside Ella. It was so humiliating, but so erotic at the same time.

When I handed Claire her drink, she pointed at a spot on the floor about a foot in front of her, even thought there were empty seats, and I took my place, either until the end of Mark's lesson or until I was called upon to provide either more service or entertainment. Or both.

So I waited. And sometimes, waiting is the worst part. Constantly being on display and awaiting. It was only a short lesson – half an hour or something, but it seemed like an age before it was over. I could not take my mind off the fact that I was naked in Mark's living room and watching him play the piano. Naked. While four other people watched both of us.

When the lesson did end, Mark and Angel got up, and Mark hugged her. Some kind of a “thank you” ritual I only found out about later and Mark and I were sent to the kitchen to get more drinks.

“How does if feel?” Mark asked me, once we were alone.

“Weird!” I replied.

“I know! But nice too, huh?”

I nodded. I had to agree. It was one of the most exciting feelings I had ever known.

“Kinda feel weird seeing you play too, now!” he said. “You going to continue?”

That was a point: I hadn't considered opting out yet - had kind of forgotten that I could – but I felt that there was more to this to experience. I nodded. For now, anyway.”

“Cool!”

We took the drinks inside to the others and sat down on the floor. Angel had had to leave, and Ella was talking about some 'ideas' that she'd had. Something Mark wasn't interested in, “but maybe Derek might!”

The kids she'd brought – her little brother and a visiting cousin, I found out later – were giggling away. That kind of turned me on and made me more embarrassed at the same time – until Ella asked them directly how they felt about us.

The boy just giggled, but the girl smiled. “I think they're cute. Maybe they should hold hands? Like boyfriends!”

I went a bit red at that and Ella laughed. Claire though, just nodded. “I think that's an excellent idea! Guys, whenever you're playing now, that's a new rule: you have to be holding hands.”

“Only hands?” Ella said.

“Well... touching. In contact. Even if you're carrying something.”

I felt Mark's hand in my hand and could only imagine how silly we looked. Boyfriends? I wasn't even gay!

“This,” Ella said sitting back, “could get even more interesting.”

I had no idea how right she was.

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