On Midnight's Wings

On Midnight's Wings 6

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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I slept over with Mark that night as it was getting dark when we got back. Claire bathed us together and we spent the mandatory ten minutes sucking on "Big Bertha" – Claire's oversized dildo - before we went to bed. Sleeping naked together in Mark's bed was sheer bliss even when I couldn't make him do anything for me or make him give me an orgasm.

The next morning, we carried out our morning routine in front of the mirror in his room: masturbating while holding hands in front of a full length mirror. I was as hard as rock before we started and I had to really concentrate to not come before the ten minutes were up. By the time we washed and got downstairs for breakfast, Mark was already soft again, but I was still hard.

We ate cereal from bowls on the floor while Claire watched. Needless to say it was a pretty messy experience.

"I think you'd better clean each other up," she said as she munched through her own breakfast, a bit more leisurely than we had done. "I have an idea, you can be like kittens."

It took a me a second to realise what she was talking about, but Mark got it instantly. I felt a wet salty tongue on the side of my cheek and heard him giggle. Yep, I thought to myself, she wants us to lick each others faces clean. I hoped my breath didn't smell too bad.

It should only have taken us a minute or two, but Claire kept us at it for a lot longer. It was actually kind of fun, to be fair and I remember us both giggling each other as we licked each others' faces, neck and even ears clean. For one thing it tickled – especially when our tongues touched and Mark stole a chance to kiss me. Yeah, my first kiss – while being licked clean by my naked friend. It was actually kinda tingly in a way. Finally, Claire let us finish and we stood before her. I was vaguely aware of the smell of Mark slowly drying on my face.

Needless to say, she didn't actually allow us to wash it off properly.

"I think you should do that more often. If you eat together, you wash together. From now on."

Fair enough. This wasn't one of the more unpleasant things I'd ever done in my life.

The weather wasn't great that morning, so we just hung round. Other than being naked and sitting on the floor, it might have been any normal day, with one of us sitting practically on each other's lap to maintain contact. It was one of the more relaxing things about the experience – I actually got to stroke Mark's backside and not worry about anything or what anyone thought of it. It made me horny as hell though and I wasn't really able to do anything about it. Mark stroked me a few times too, which was awesome, but we both knew cumming was not an option.

"I think you must like him more than you let on," Claire said she she saw me.

I just smiled. But I was going to have to arrange to jerk off at some point soon.

Some time later, we heard the phone ringing and Claire came into us.

"We have to go pick up Angel," she said. "They were out for a drive and she's run out of petrol." She started unlocking the closet where our clothes were kept and put them on the table. "You guys get dressed and ready."

Secretly, I think Derek was a bit jealous over the new rule about being dressed only affecting me, but there were times when I wished it was the other way around. That said, he had no problem with dressing me. Of course, he got dressed himself first in order to make me wait, before fussing about with the bra I now had to wear.

"You look weird wearing just a bra," he said before he put the shirt on me.

"Thanks a bunch!"

He put the panties I had to wear too and picked up the pants from the table, which, I suddenly realised, were not the same ones I had worn the previous day. The didn't look as big there were rips in them all the way up. And I mean all the way – several of them revealed part of my hip and backside. They were tight, too.

"They used to be be mine," Mark told me. "Ella made some alterations, though."

"No kidding? Were you eight when you last wore these?" I wasn't kidding - when he pulled up the jeans, I had to breath in so he could fasten the button.

"Yep," he said as he caressed my crotch. "Probably not a good idea to get hard in them."

We met Claire outside and drove off into the clearing mist, before pulling into a petrol station (where Claire sent Mark and I to the cashier with the money, holding hands, and with half my ass exposed through the jeans and some of my butt crack at the top, I noticed when I walked past a mirror - believe me, we got some odd looks from the other customers) and then out into the country. We had been driving for almost an hour when we came across Angel's huge camper van and her friends at a roadside picnic table. There were four of them – a girl about our age and two boys and a girl, all about the same age as Claire and Angel. I didn't know any of them. Then another boy, about our age came down the steps of the van.

"Oh, you brought the boys," Angel said.

"No choice," Claire said. "Anyway, they needed an excuse to get out. I got the petrol."

"Cheers," Angel replied. "You hanging around?"

"Weather seems to be clearing up a bit, why not?"

It was not the answer I had hoped for – sitting in the back seat, holding Mark's hand and wearing weird revealing clothes, I really felt vulnerable.

Still, we got out and sat on the ground near Claire. Oddly, no one asked abut why I was wearing weird clothes or why Mark and I were sitting so close together, but I could tell that they were curious.

We'd been there half an hour when I needed to pee. Claire gave me permission but before I could go, Angel stopped me.

"You can't use the one in the camper-van, the flush is broken."

"I only need to pee," I said. "I can do it without flushing."

Angel just shook her head slowly. Damn! Now I was going to have to go outside.

"Just use the bushes over there," Claire said, pointing across the road.

Oh great, I thought, now everyone was going to see. Not to mention any cars that happened to drive by.

That said, this didn't feel like such a bad thing. In some way I wanted them to see. I wanted to be humiliated – well, to humiliate myself. Well apart from any passing cars, but it seemed quiet enough.

I could feel my dick starting to stir inside the tight jeans as I crossed the road. I took a quick look each way, took a deep breath and pulled the jeans and the panties down in one go, lifted my shirt and peed quickly.

I could hear some giggling behind me which kinda of turned me on a little.

When I finished, I pulled my pants up and turned back to the camper, trying to act as if nothing strange had happened.

"Nice ass," the older girl said.

"Nice panties, you mean!" the boy said.

"Shut up, Nate!" the older girl said. "I think it's nice that he has the confidence to wear panties if he wants to."

"Or has to," Claire added.

"Has to...?" the girl replied.

Claire ignored her and turned to me instead. "And one other thing - did I just see you break contact with Mark when you went over there?"

"I...I, eh – didn't know we were playing?" I said, hopefully. Which was kinda true, but I didn't expect it to work.

"You're always playing," Claire said. "It's just that not all the rules can be enforced."

"Play?" one of the others said, "Rules? Enforced?" Suddenly everyone was listening.

"But there are no adults here, so you can play be all rules. Both of you. And then Derek has a punishment for breaking contact when he peed. Come here, Derek."

I got up and went over to her. Without a word she started undressing me. When she took off my shirt, I heard a chorus of laughs about the bra, but that soon that was gone too, along with my jeans.

"Is she gonna strip him completely?" someone said behind me.

"I think she is, you know..."

Then the panties came off to a gasp of disbelief and I was naked. Behind me, Mark had also gotten undressed.

"Now for you punishment, Derek, you will be spanked."

"What, here? In front of everyone?"

Here response to that was to just sit up and make space for me on her lap. Before I got the chance though, one of the girls said that she should let Nate do it. Beside her, a tall stocky guy – presumeably Nate – started flexing his knuckles. This was not good.

"Ok then," Claire said, "but not too much. I don't want to see marks on his backside when you're finished."

"I'm just gonna go for a bit red mark, that's all!" Nate said. Then to me, he said, "come here."

I went around the table and stood in front of him patiently. For a sew seconds, he just sat there, looked at me for a second. Then the spanking happened, and it happened fast. He simply stood up, wrapped one arm around my waist and picked me up and with the other delivered a loud cracking blow to my left cheek. It echoed throughout the forest almost like a gunshot.

For a second, I felt nothing. Then a blinding pain all over my ass check.

There was a chorus of "ooh!" and everyone I could see – including Mark – just winced.

Then Nate did the same to the other side. Then back and forth. Five times on each side. Then he paused took a deep breath and hit me once more on each side, extra hard. When he put me down, I was on the verge of crying – my entire ass was on fire and I had never felt pain like that before. My knees buckled as I tried to stand. Suddenly, I was even more aware of how naked and defenceless I was.

"Wow," one of the girls said, "you can really see how red he's gone." I felt a hand on my cheek as she touched me. "Wow, it's really warm!"

"Should be," Nate said. "my hand really hurts!"

"I staggered around the chairs and stood at the edge of the camper can as it was the only place to really do corner time, with my red bottom on display. I could feel them all looking at me. I took a few deep breaths in order to fend off any tears and compose myself.

"How long does he have to stand there?" one of the girls asked.

"I think five minutes should do it." Claire replied.

So, for five minutes, they just chatted normally while I stood there with my backside still felt like it was burning. I just wanted to go and sit in some cold water. But it was Angel who grabbed me before I could go far and pulled me into her lap. For a second, I just lay there. It felt nice. Mark came over and held my hand as the contact rule was back in force and that kind of felt nice too.

"Well, at least you got rid of his stiffy," one of the girls said.

"Aww," the girl out age said, "it was nicer when it was standing up. Is the holding hands a rule of the game too?"

We both nodded.

"And the bra and panties one?" she said, giggling.

"That one wasn't made by me – it was made by a friend of mine" Claire told them, "and it only effects Derek."

"So.. other people can make up rules for them?"

"Sure – but they have to clear them with me first."

"Can we make one up?" Nate's girlfriend asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

"We could have a competition – loser has to live by the rule we make up!"

There was a chorus of "yeah!" and I was really curious where this was going. I looked across at Mark and he was equally unsure.

"Ok," the girlfriend said, "first we need a rule and then we need some form of competition to decide who's going to have the rule. And I think I have the rule - how about this: every time one of them masturbates, then they have to get spanked."

"Spanked by the other slave, maybe?" Claire added. "I like this idea."

To be honest, I did too – but I tried not to show it. I looked over at Mark who didn't seem all that impressed.

"But what if we're not together?" I asked.

"Then as soon as you can. But it has to be the same day."

"So what are we going to make them do then?" the younger girl asked, suddenly very interested.

"Jerk off," the girlfriend replied. "First one to cum, wins."

"Starting when?" Mark asked. I looked over and saw him already stroking his dick.

"Hey – that's not fair!"

But he didn't stop, I scrambled to get up off Claire's lap, but she held me back. I already had my dick in my hand by this point and she just cuddled me and told me to carry on.

It wasn't easy doing it on her lap, and it wasn't easy doing it in front of a crowd of people. I had been at a strong level of horniness since I started being a slave because masturbating in front of groups of people was still a bit weird and I hadn't gotten used to it. Especially after the incident with my cousin Amy and her friends.

My dick was fully hard by now, but Mark looked like he was well ahead. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed – actually looking at him turned me on even more for some reason and I almost wanted to stop and watch him.

Then suddenly, Claire got up and pushed me off her knee and told us to stop. Then, we were ordered to put our hands on our heads, while standing in the middle of the group sporting really hard erections shaking in the warm air.

"No more touching," she said. "You still have to cum, but your hands stay on your heads until you do."

"What?" Mark said, "but then how are we supposed to ..." He stopped, looked around and then ran over to a large rock a few meters away and, much to my amazement, started humping it, still with his hands on his head. "Do I have to do this?" he shouted. "It's really embarrassing!"

"If you want to win, " someone shouted.

It looked embarrassing too. But also erotic – with his naked ass bouncing up and down as he grinded the rock was so erotic.

"Also – it hurts!" he shouted.

"Well, pick something softer," Claire shouted over, trying to hold in a laugh. "Or someone," she added much more quieter.

I took the hint, and looked around. Angel was still beside me. "Em... Angel, would you do me a favour, please?"

"Sure," she said, innocently, "what?"

Oh God, she was going to make me ask for it. "Em... Could you please.... play with my dick? And jerk me off?"

"Oh," she replied with fake sarcasm, "you want a hand job? Sure!" She reached out and slowly started stroking my dick. "Why didn't you say so?"

I looked over at Mark. He'd slowed down a bit – while humping the rock was turning me on, it didn't seem to be working as well as he'd thought it would. Eventually, he gave up and came back, and asked around for someone to 'handle' him.

Meanwhile, Angel had one finger pressing right on my asshole and gently rubbing while the other stroked my entire dick from base to tip. She really knew what she was doing and, had I not needed to cum to win the competition, I could have stayed there and been her little pet for ever. Between her touch and looking at Mark's body, I knew I wasn't far away from cumming.

Behind me, Mark had had the same idea and was asking people to jerk him off, but none of them were offering.

I felt another surge of pleasure. I could only take a few more of these, but who cared? This was it – I was going to win the contest and enjoy my orgasm at the same time. Double the pleasure!

I heard Mark's voice being me getting even more desperate before one of the girls told him to lie down on the picnic bench, but I knew he was too late.

A few more waves of pleasure and my balls began to tingle. Any second now I was going to erupt. The pressure grew and grew and I felt my breath getting deeper and deeper. I wondered how much more of this I could take. This was it – I was well ahead! I was bound to win!

I heard myself groaning, closed my eyes and lost myself in pleasure, and waited for the orgasm. I started pushing my hips into her hand to speed up things, faster and faster and suddenly there was a groan behind me. I looked round, just in time to see Mark's scrunched-up face as one of the girl was spitting up a mixture of sperm and spit onto his belly. I wondered how for just a second before I realised – she'd actually blown him. It had only taken seconds, but Mark had won.

"Oh dear," Angel said, pretending to look disappointed, "looks like it's game over."

"What...? How?!"

Suddenly she let go of my dick. It bounced in mid air. I remember the tip gleaming with some precum – actually, it was a lot of precum – and I felt cold air on it and then one last ripple of pleasure before I realised that was it. Not only had I lost, I wasn't even going to get to cum.

"You can't stop now!" I pleaded.

"But you lost," Angel said.

"I know, but -"

She just grinned at me. "If there's one thing I love," she said slowly, "it's controlling little men. And boys." She leaned forward, cupped my balls and kissed the tip of my erect penis. Any other time, that would have been enough for me to cum, but not today. Of all times.

"Oh, Derek," Claire called, "I think you have some work to do here!"

I looked round and saw her pointing at the Mark's wet, naked stomach. "What do you mean?"

"Clean up on aisle five?" Nate said.

Then it hit me - Oh God, no – she couldn't be serious! Not... But, this wasn't food, this was...

But she was. The idea both turned me on and appalled me.

I bent down over him, slowly at first, aware that every pair of eyes was staring at me, even Mark. I felt Claire slap my had away from my penis, before I'd even realised I'd started masturbating again in front of everyone. I dipped my tongue in the mixture and slowly began to lick it up. I have to say, it didn't taste as bad as I thought. Plus it was more spit than sperm. Salty, kinda. But it still made my stomach turn a little, knowing what it was. I liked the mess up off his tummy, his pubic area, even the top of his dick – it was the first time I'd had another penis in my mouth and I'd really rather it hadn't been in front of a crowd.

"Not the tip!" Mark yelled. "It's still too sensitive!"

This got another laugh from the crowd.

Thankfully, they allowed me to drink some water after I'd finished (although, if I remember, there was some debate about it beforehand).

We packed up our stuff onto the camper van after that and headed off. Needless to say, Mark and I were kept naked and enslaved – cleaning things, preparing lunch, getting anyone anything they needed and so on – until finally we arrived back into our town. I had never been happier to be given clothes, and I was thankful to be handed my normal regular clothes that actually fit. Angel dropped everyone off, with me last, because apparently we actually lived relatively near each other.

"I can't believe I lost," I said, once we were alone. "I really felt amazing."

"I can."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I was playing with you, I blocked one of your chakras."

"My what?"

"Chakras. Energy centers. The one at the base of the spine is the one that releases sexual energy and I blocked it so you couldn't cum," she explained as she pulled up at the end of my street and opened the door for me to get off. "I study tantric energy and how to control it."

"What? Why'd you do that?"

"Because I wanted to see how you'd react to being a true slave. Now, you're even a slave to Mark," she said.

I had to be honest, that idea kinda turned me on too. Being one step lower than Mark took even more rights away from me and, in some ways, put my 'ahead' of him too.

I got off the camper-van not sure whether or not to curse her or thank her.

"Oh and one other thing," she said before the door closed.

"What?"

"You'll have to be really nice to me if you want me to unblock it for you!"

"What? It's still blocked?"

Angel nodded. "Told you – I like controlling mens' orgasms. And yours! Cheerio!"

The door closed before I could ask any more questions. Frankly, she had me a little worried. What is she was telling the truth? I mean, if I couldn't cum back at the picnic area – and I really should have cum – then chances are she was serious. But then, what if I didn't see her for a while? Or she chose to not unblock me?

I went inside, took one look at my Mum's face and instantly forgot about the block. Something was wrong and she was furious.

"Explain this," she demanded throwing a photograph at me.

It was a bit blurry, but there was no mistaking what and how it was - it was me, running through the fairground.

Naked.

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