On Midnight's Wings

On Midnight's Wings 4

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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ON MIDNIGHT'S WINGS – CHAPTER FOUR

The trip to Amy's provided me with a break I was both welcome for but also dreaded. Not only because she live in a remote farm in the countryside (although that was usually kinda nice) but also because she was a bit on the lonely side and somewhat over-affectionate towards me every time I visited.

There was a minor problem with my Uncle Jack having too many guests when we arrived and I wound up sleeping on the couch in the living room for the first night, which was ok with me as it was a nice big couch and very comfortable. I was asleep quickly and stayed that way until Amy woke me up the next morning by sitting on my legs and trying to climb into my sleeping bag; and my Aunt cooing about how cute it was that she was happy to see me.

We ate breakfast and just chatted and watched TV for a bit before heading out to the lake. Well, I say, “we”, it was mostly Amy chatting and me listening. She can really talk that girl. Mostly about friend of hers I had had never met or couldn't remember. I tuned most of it out until she suddenly said, “so I hear you have to be naked now whenever there was no one else around?”

“What?” I said, trying to sound innocent.

“Jess called me,” she said, “said you were naked at her place last week and that you were playing this game now, too. Like Mark.“

Damn! I'd forgotten that they were friends now! I was about to tell her that there were adults around until I suddenly realised that that my aunt and uncle had gone out early and we were alone – she'd actually timed it so that I had to get naked if I was playing. But then, even I wasn't sure if I was playing or not.

“I'm … kinda not playing it any more...” I told her.

She turned over and looked at me, then laughed. “Kinda?!” she said.

“I'm not!”

“No way! You're just saying that so you don't have to be naked in now!” Amy replied.

I said nothing.

“Strange – if you liked being embarrassed, surely I'd be the best person to be naked in front of!”

Normally, I'd have agreed with her, but this was different. She turned over in the sleeping bag and put her hand on my hip

But then I thought: was it any different? Suddenly, the idea of playing by the rules with Amy around sent a shiver of excitement through me.

“You want to do it, don't you?” she said.

I said nothing. I think that was the giveaway, and she knew it. This was the game and I knew at the moment I wasn't giving it up. I couldn't give it up.

But still.... Amy? My cousin?!

“Come on,” she commanded, pointing at the floor. “Out. You are still playing and there are no adults here.”

The more I hesitated the more she knew she had me. And the more I knew that I was still playing.

She pointed again. “Or I'll tell Claire and she'll punish you....”

I shuffled out of the sleeping bag before I had a chance to change my mind and stood in front of her. There wasn't much to hide, as I usually slept in just a pair of old pyjama pants. I took a deep breath. “You have to strip me,” I said, “I'm not allowed to do it myself.”

“Seriously?” she said, somewhat surprised and totally ecstatic. She put her hands on my hips and grabbed a handful of pyjamas. Then she looked into my eyes, grinned and slowly began to pull them down. It was really strange, being slowly exposed like that and not having any control over the stripping myself. I took a deep breath as slowly, my penis came into view and the popped out, still soft, but getting a bit harder. Then the pants came all the way down and the warm air all over my told me that I was naked in front of my cousin.

“Wow,” she gasped, still holding my pyjamas around my knees in her hands. “it's a bit bigger than I thought.”

She pulled the pants off my feet and I stepped out of them. And that was it – I was totally naked in front of my cousin, and she was in total control of of nakedness.

“Turn around,” she commanded. I did as she asked and I heard I heard her oohing and ahhing a bit. Then I held her hand on my backside. “Ooh, it's so soft and warm!” She moved her hand all over, and then from one cheek to the other, and underneath. It actually felt kinda nice, but a bit weird at the same time because it's not a part of your body that's used to being touched by someone else. I felt my dick stiffening a little and by the time she turned me round again it was half-way to fully erect. Then she started cupping my balls, and within a few seconds I was totally hard.

The whole thing lasted about a minute but felt a lot longer.

“Oh I like that,” she said poking me again. “Can you keep it like that?”

“Umm.. probably....”

She sat back and admired me one last time before asking me about my diary.

“Well, yeah, but -” Before I could stop her she was into my bag and had pulled it out. I was too slow – and probably too naked – to stop her.

She sat back and flicked through the pages while I watched, waiting to be told to do something. “There's not very much,” she said, flicking through the pages.

“Well, I have only been playing a week.”

“I think I like having a slave” she said, flicking the first page. “Go into the kitchen and get me a glass of coke.”

I did as she told me. I didn't mind getting her the coke, but it doing it as a naked slave was a bit weird.

It was just as I was putting the bottle back in the fridge that I saw my Aunt coming in through the back-door. I grabbed the coke and ran before she saw me, and Amy led me back into her room, laughing as she went, Thank Heavens they lived in a cottage!

“Your dick is so funny when you run, bouncing around like that – oh, I have to get you to do that a bit more some time!”

“That was a bit close – she could have seen me!”

“Oh come on! You would have loved it!”

“Well.... no, I could have gotten into trouble,” I replied, not denying that the idea of my being seen naked by my Aunt did turn me on. Over the years I fantasized about what would have happened had she done so, but I'm pretty sure it would have been the end of my weekend. “I need to get dressed.”

“Go on,” Amy replied. “Get your clothes and I'll put them on you.”

That was when I realised – all my clothes were still in my backpack, which was beside the couch where my Aunt was sitting dow, judging by the noise of the TV. “I can't go out there like this.”

“Well, I'm not going out there – this is too much fun!” Amy replied, sitting back with my diary. “I like the bit where Jess and Tobi had to give you a bath.”

That was at a sleepover a few nights before. Even their Mum had helped out at one point.

“Hey! It says here, I get to give you a bath, too!”

“How are you going to do that with your Mum here?” I said, Aunt Olive never went out that much and if she did, Uncle Jack always stayed home.

But Amy didn't look all that upset, “I know exactly how we can do it! Come on!” She pulled open the window and started climbing out. I ran over to it, not sure if I should follow. I was really excited by the idea of following her, but it was too public. “I can't go out there!”

“Sure you can – there's no one around.”

I looked around and hesitated for a second

“MUM!” Amy yelled, “CAN YOU COME IN HERE FOR A MINUTE?”

“What?! You're crazy”

I had half a second to think about it before I jumped out of the window and felt the full breeze in every inch of my skin and ducked under the window.

“Derek and I are going out to the lake, ok?”

“Sure – have fun!” I heard my aunt called.

We ran across the back garden and hid behind a shed and Amy pulled a pair of old red shorts off the clothes line as we went. “They're my Dad's,” Amy said as she held them out for me to step into. She pulled them up, 'accidentally' brushing my erection with her hand. The shorts were ridiculously big – probably because they were my Uncle Jack's – and I wondered if they'd even fit when tied. Amy, however, had other ideas.

Instead of tying the string around my waist, she tied it around my erection in such a way that no matter what happened, it always stayed above my dick – as long as I kept it hard. If I went soft, the pants fell down to at least my knees. It was also going to sag at the back, exposing most of my backside.

Once I had them on, we headed down towards the lake at the far end of their property. We went swimming every summer and it had been a good idea to bathe me there – or would have been if there weren't so many people walking about.

We strolled down to the edge of the water. I was aware of people watching me, but although it was still embarrassing, it didn't bother me too much. Having to keep an erection did though. Having to think about something that would excite or stroke myself when no one was looking so that my pants didn't fall down was a bit demeaning.

We had been there about half an hour when we were met up with three of Amy's friends. She introduced them to me. To be honest, they seemed far more interested in me, than in her. One of them was a bit older – maybe seventeen or eighteen, the others about our age.

“Does your cousin know his pants are falling down?” one of the younger girls said.

“Yeah, I know,” Amy said, grabbing my arm and turning me around. I hear giggling and at least one gasp behind me as she display my more-or-less naked bottom. “There was an accident with his clothes and he had to borrow my Dad's football shorts.”

“Oh. very nice,” I heard the oldest of the three girls turned around.

“Weird accident,” one of the others said as I turned back to face them. “How are you holding them up? Are they tied around your -” She looked a bit closet. “Oh my God – they are!”

Instinctively, I hitched them back up around my waist – which was pointless, I know – but there were more giggles. “Why are you doing that? Why not just tie them properly?”

“T – the string is broken, I can't -”

“Didn't you bring proper clothes with you?” one of the others said. “Or did you actually come here naked?”

The three of them started laughing.

“That's because he's a perv,” Amy interrupted them. She winked at me, indicating that we could trust them and then carried on, telling them all about the rules I was following. “And he's my slave for the weekend.”

“Really? So – if you tell him to take those off and be naked, he;ll to do it?” One of them asked.

“If I tell him,” Amy replied. “But not here. It's too public.”

“But we can get to see you naked, right? That would be cool.”

“I've already seen boys naked, thank you very much,” the oldest of the three replied, “I do have a boyfriend, you know.”

“Isn't he a bit young though?” one of the other girls asked her.

“Boys are always kinky,” the older girl told them. “Doesn't matter how old they are. Nice to see one of them expressing it though.”

“So where can we go?”

“I don't want to get into trouble,” I said. I felt it was important to get that in, just in case it needed saying.

“I have to give him a bath later on,” Amy said, “Maybe there?”

“A bath? You give him a bath? Awesome.”

“Oh I so want to be there for that! At your place?”

“No, but I have an idea,” the youngest of the girls said. “Follow me.”

The girl grabbed my hand and and the others followed behind as we started walking along the sand towards a wooded area at the far end of the lake and then across a large field to her neighbour's farm.. Strangely, no one told me to strip. I was kinda disappointed by that but at the same time, it was still a little too open.

If only I could get over this fear of trouble! It imagined being naked in front of the everyone at the beach – adults and kids – and not having any control over the situation. Even with my Aunt and Uncle there.

Well, at least the shorts coming down was not going to be a problem.

After walking along two or three fields, we climbed through a small wire fence and into a cow-field, I was curious how Amy and her friends were was going to handle this – her friends lived too far away and there was no way she was going to be able to bathe me inside someone else's house. About a hundred metres before we got to the house she stopped , and there, almost completely blocked by the hedges, was a dirty bathtub with about four inches of rainwater in it.

“It's for the cows to drink out of,” she told me.

“Ah, clever,” the older girl said. “Didn't think of that.”

“Seriously? Cow-spit – ugh! And there's not enough water in it.”

“Don't need much water – just enough to get wet,” Amy's friend said.

“You-you're really going to bathe me in that...?” I said, quietly feeling turned on by the idea. I was going to need a shower when I got back, but there was nothing in the rules against that.

“Don't see any other way – the lake's too public,” Amy said. “Can one of you guys please take his shorts off? He's not allowed to do it himself.”

“Seriously?” the two younger girls said, simultaneously. One of them turned me round and started unravelling the drawstring of my shorts. “Wow you really are pussy whipped into this!”

The string was unravelled and, without warning, my shorts fell to the ground and there was a gust of cold air on my bottom and my balls quivered. The girl laughed when she saw that I was still hard, and then poked it a bit. The jiggling gave me this ripple of pleasure all over my body. “Does it ever go down?”

“Not when I need it to keep my shorts up,” I said.

The other girl took her chance to stroke it and I groaned. Her touch sent beautiful waves of electricity all over my body, “Oh wow, feel how soft it is and yet hard at the same time.”

Then the two younger girls were stroking my balls and my penis. I had to grip the edge of the bathtub to stay standing and how I didn't cum with their hands all over me, I shall never know, but after what seemed like a few minutes but was probably only seconds, Amy coughed. “We still get to give him a bath remember?”

There were a few giggles and the older girl held my hand as I stepped into the bath. The water didn't look all that bad – just a bit cold. But the idea that the cows had been drinking it? Ugh! I looked over at them. They looked back at me, curious. Now even animals were getting an eyeful.

Slowly, I sat down in the water and shivered, partly because of the water and partly because of their touch. They both took a small towel, dipped it in the water and started spreading cow-spit and water up and down my arm and over my chest bad back. It dried quickly and started feeling sticky on my skin.

“Amy, how come you never told us you had such a cool slave?” one of the girls said.

I looked up just as Amy blushed a little.

“Yeah – you should take him to our party on Thursday.”

“I'm going home tomorrow evening,” I told them. There was a chorus of groans. For a few years to come, I was haunted by never knowing what would have happened at the party, had I been able to stay.

One of the girls groaned, but told Amy to come anyway. And make sure I could visit again soon.

Slowly, their hands made their way down over my stomach and hips until they time came for them to tell me to stand up. I did as they were told and, sure enough, the hands started smearing wet and sticky water over my bottom and my penis. Every time the touched me there, they stopped for a second and slowed down. Several times, I had to breath slowly as stop myself from trying to cum right there and then. It wasn't easy.

Finally, Amy announced that she thought I was clean, although in actual fact, I was probably dirtier than I was when they started.

“Wow, you really did a job on him,” the older girl said. “He looks like even bigger than my boyfriend when he's about to cum.”

“Derek's not allowed to cum,” Amy told them. “At least not without permission. And it takes three of us give him permission.”

“Really? You can't even play with yourself unless someone watches you? Wow!” the girl said, “Must try that with mine.”

I felt my face burn a little when she said that. Yes, I gave away control willingly, but it was still a bit humiliating that I had didn't have permission to do even the most basic, private things without an audience.

“Can we make him do it now? Or do it to him?”

“Have you ever seen him do it?”

Amy looked a bit uncertain. “No, I haven't, but then I... I suppose we could...”

“So when was the last time you – you know – you came?” one of the girls asked. She took a hold of my penis and started stroking it again, this time a bit quicker and a bit firmed than the last time.

I thought back. It had been in Mark's bed. “About eight or nine days ago,” I told them – although it felt like a lot longer.

“Is that long for a boy?”

“Long?” the girl said, “most of them are at it a few times a day.” She turned to me and took a hold of my balls. “You must be really well disciplined. I'd love to meet your mistress some time.”

“How often do you do it?” The girl with her hand on my dick said. She started pushing it down and letting it go so that it bounced up and slapped my stomach and made my balls giggle.

“Two or three a week.” Again, the wave of shame but with an edge to it that excite me. I wanted them to know everything so it would intensify me more.

“And the last time you came was eight days ago? You must be really ready to go.” the older girl, still holding and massaging my balls said. “Would you like to cum now? I'd bet they'd be willing to give you permission.”

Oh, God yes! But... in front of Amy and three girls I hardly knew? But if I didn't say yes, when would I get another chance? I was suddenly aware of the fact that I might not make it until I got back to Claire and Mark. I didn't want it to look obvious, so I just nodded. There was no guarantee that the others would also grant me permission.

“Go on then,” one of here friends said. “Start stroking. Tell us when you get close.”

So there I stood, naked in a bath in the middle of a field and covered in cow-spit with my hand around my dick, slowly pumping myself. I say slowly, because the last thing I wanted to do was to cum without the permission of the girls I'd only just met. I was already dangerously close and I think they knew it.

For a while, they made me stop and start and they all had the two younger ones took turns and playing with my penis, juggling my balls and stroking and slapping my ass. They threatened me with a spanking if I came too soon, but I'm not sure that would have worked as a deterrent. Every time someone or something moved – even the air – I felt it. But none of them said anything about cumming.

“Poor little naked boy,” one of them said, tickling the underside of my dick “All nakey and cold in his bath and waiting for someone to let him have a nice little cum.”

“You're not doing it right Vie,” the older girl said. “Here watch.” She took a hold me my balls again. “Start down here,” she said. “With both hands on his balls and massage them. Like you're washing your hands. And then – with one hand, pull it up. Hold the entire thing and pull it away from his body gently.”

I groaned really loudly and the girls laughed. The older girl ignored me as she physically stroked me. My balls felt as heavy as they had ever felt before and when I looked down, the head of me penis was redder than it had ever been before. “Please... please can I have permission? It's been ages...”

“Not yet,” the older girls said. “OK – then this hand gets to the end of his penis, put it back on his balls and then pull again with the other hand. One hand should always be touching him.”

I felt me knees buckling and I fell forward, grabbing the edge of the bath for balance. “I need to cum! Please!”

But still, no permission. She finished her lesson and then let the other two girls have a chance. They felt awesome, but not as good. Then Amy had a go – and she was by far the best of the lot. I fell down to all fours in the bath as she stroked me, breathing heavily. After a few strokes she let go and told me to stand up on my shaky legs. The older girl took my hand and put it on her shoulder for balance. “Ok, I think we should let him have his threat,” the older girl said.

She out her hands on my ass and stroke down, over my anus. I arched backwards without meaning to. Then she grabbed my balls from from behind and I was in heaven. I took a told of my penis and started to pump again, “Please- please can I cum?” I said again.

“Of course, you can,” the older girl said softly. “Girls?”

The two younger girls confirmed it and I pumped harder before they changed their mind. Within seconds, I felt the ripples building up and then the waves and my groin felt like it was exploding. The first spurt of watery cum shot out and landed in the bushes getting a wave of laughter. Then it felt like streams of it was coming out, but was probably only a few dribbles, but at least ten of them – it went on for ages, at least a minute. I arched my back as it finished, trying to salvage the last seconds of the older girl's touch.

Finally I fell to me knees and rolled over in the rainwater, covered in a mix of sweat and cow-spit, breathing heavily.

“That was – insane!” one of the girls said. “We have to do it again!”

“Oh, it'll be a while before he can do it again,” the older girl said. “I think we need to make sure he's ok/”

I looked up at the, never feeling more naked than I had felt in my life. Slowly I got to my feet and climbed out of the bath. “Can I put my shorts on again please?”

“You can if we can tie them,” the older girl said. “Although how are you still hard?”

I said nothing. I was always like that when I was a kid. Still am, to a certain extent.

The younger girls had me step into my shorts and tied them around me, this time properly. They still didn't fit all that well, but it was a bit better than the last time, and we made our way back down to the lake.

The rest of the weekend was pretty normal after that. We went swimming and spent the evening watching movies with my Aunt and Uncle. I noticed Amy was in a particularly good mood though seeing as she'd been invted to a party.

The next mornng, my Uncle drove me home, and in no time at all, Dad was telling that I'd had a few calls while I was away.

“Oh, who? Mark?”

“Mark twice. The Claire, then Tobi, Jess, Claire, Jess again, someone called Ella,” - he looked over at me - “who is Ella anyway?”

“Friend of Claire's,” I replied, “This I while I was away?”

“This is all today – how come your suddenly getting loads of calls?”

“You seem to be popular,” Mum told me. “Nice to see you making friends!”

“Must be doing something right,” I replied.

“Well it's nice to see you're settling in,” my Mum said,,”so whatever it is, keep doing it...”

It actually felt really nice and sensual – if there is one thing about being naked outside, it feels different. Nice, but strange at the same time, because you have air on parts of your body not used to feeling fresh air. It's one of the most sensual things I felt during my entire experience paying with the rules, and it was the same every time no matter how much time I spend outside naked.

“Come on - in you get.”

I did as she said. The water wasn't as cold as I'd expected it to be, but it wasn't warm either. I stepped into the cold water and eased myself into a sitting position. It wasn't until my bare ass hit the cold chrome of the bathtub that I really shivered.

Amy took a small dishcloth that I hadn't noticed before, dipped it in the water and started rubbing cold water over my chest and shoulders. It actually felt nice, albeit very cold. Thankfully, it was a warm day.

“Stand up!”

I did as she said and she started rubbing the cloth over

I shrugged, trying to look unphased. “I don't have to be naked outside,” I told her.“Just inside when no adults are around.”

“You weren't naked this morning,” she pointed out.

“There were people around!”

“Well there's no-one around here now.”

“Doesn't mean I have to get naked.”

“I could order you to strip,” she replied.

“Nope – I only have to take orders from Claire.”

“I thought you liked this game?”

I said nothing. I did, but there were times when it could be a pain in the neck. But then a thought occurred to me: what if I did get naked in front of Amy? Out here? I'd never been naked outside before, other than Mark and Claire's back garden.

Amy picked up on my consideration. “Come on,” she said, “it's not that cold. And no one will see you with this fog. If they do, you can just jump in the lack and say you were swimming!”

“I'm not actually allowed to,” I said, standing up. “New rule – I'm not allowed to dress or undress myself. You have to do it to me.”

For a second, she looked confused, than she realised I was serious. I took a deep breathe as she jumped up and started pulling my clothes off, only stopping when she got to my pants.

She looked so crestfallen I almost felt sorry for her.

“You're here for two more days,” she pointed out. “So I'll see you at some point.”

I didn't reply to this. I wasn't sure I could make excuses for the entire weekend, but I was already thinking of excuses. I didn't want to tell him no because that would mean the end of the game.

Fortunately, she dropped the subject after that. I was a bit surprised, but I knew that wasn't end of it.

I made it through the rest of the day and the next morning without being alone with her in the house. It wasn't that difficult in fairness, with her parents and some neighbours hanging out and watching movies. The next morning, while I was getting ready to go out, she cornered me.

“Aren't you supposed to be keeping a diary?” she added. “Can I read it?”

“I – I don't know if that's allowed...”

“Course it is. Claire let me read Mark's”

I swore to myself. There was no getting around her how. I pulled out my rucksack, reached in for the diary. She grabbed it from me, ran downstairs towards the lake. Relutcantly, I headed after her, because the alternative was to strip naked as soon as Uncle Jack went out.

I found her sitting at the end of the pier, avidly reading it about half an hour later.

“There's not as much as I thought there'd be,” she said.

“Well, I've only been playing a week,” I told her.

“I like the bit about the routines – did you do your routine this morning?”

“Yes!” I lied.

“You didn't do it yesterday. You were still asleep when I came down.”

Damn – she had me there. But could she punish me? Could I refuse? Would it be the end of the game if I did?

Suddenly, she looked up and smiled. “It says here you have to be bathed every night – by whoever knows about the rules, so I get to give you a bath!”

“No, way – Uncle Jack and Aunt Olive will find out about it.”

“Oh, I have an idea about that,” she said, looking up at the sky. “Should work. But we'll have to be fast. Come on.”

I folllowed her back around the lake towards her neightbour's farmhouse. We climbed through a small wire fence into a cowfield and walked along the hendge towrds the house. I was curious how she was going to handle this – her friends lived too far away and there was no way she was going to be able to bathe me inside the house – either her's or the neighbour's. I tried asking her what she had in mind, but she wouldn't tell me.

About a hundred metres before we got to the house she stopped , and there almost completely blocked by the hedges, was a dirty bathtub with about four inches of rainwater in it.

“It's for the cows to drink out of,” she said.

“That's.... disgusting! Cow-spit – ugh! And there's not enough water in it,”

“Don't need much water – just enough to get wet,” Amy said. She reached under the tub and pulled out a bucket. “There's a tap at the house – fill this and bring it back. Two should be enough. I'm heading back to the house to get some towels. Won't be long!”

“You-you're really going to bathe me in cow-spit...?”

I topped up the water to a level I could actually site in and started taking my clothes off, in case I had no ideas before she got back. There was nowhere clean to put so I just hung them on some low branches. The water didn't look all that bad – just a bit cold. But the idea that the cows had been drinking it? Ugh! I looked over at them. They looked back at me, curious.

Now even the cows were getting an eyeful.

I was down to my underpants by this stage and felling very self-conscious. What happened if the farmer came out and I was naked? How could I explain taking a bath in the middle of the cow's drinking trough? How long more was Amy going to be?

But it was do it or stop playing. Strip off the undies and hope no one showed up before her.

I slid the undies to the floor and stood there, naked in the warm misty air. It actually felt really nice and sensual – if there is one thing about being naked outside, it feels different. Nice, but strange at the same time, because you have air on parts of your body not used to feeling fresh air. It's one of the most sensual things I felt during my entire experience paying with the rules, and it was the same every time no matter how much time I spend outside naked.

I was still contemplating getting into the bath when I heard a “wow” and say Amy standing behind me.

“What?”

“N-nothing,” she stuttered, trying to sound normal but failing miserably. “Come on - in-in you get.”

I did as she said. The water wasn't as cold as I'd expected it to be, but it wasn't warm either. I stepped into the cold water and eased myself into a sitting position. It wasn't until my bare ass hit the cold chrome of the bathtub that I really shivered.

Amy dipped the sponge in the water and started rubbing cold water over my chest and shoulders.

- - - - -

He gets batheed and felt up

The cows get fed

Giggles – Amy's friends show up

They go to the hayloft, with Derek still naked.

- - - - -

They led me into a hayloft and up a ladder to a higher platform full of straw. “This,” x told me, “is where we come when we want to be alone.”

It was nice, I hd to admit. The straw was suprisingly soft and didn't prinkle my skin as much when I lay down on it.

“You look kind of horny,” x said. “I mean does that thign ever go down?”

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