Harry’s Hopeless Situation
By TCP
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Copyright 2017 by TCP, all rights reserved
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Harry’s
Hopeless Situation –
By TCP
© 2017
TCP
All of
TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked
difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul
of the
real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone
any
abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible
citizens to
ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a
powerful
thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation -
and
deliver yourself from evil.
As with
all TCP stories, for your maximum viewing pleasure, the optimal
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This
chapter was not written or performed in front of a live studio audience.
Harry’s
Hopeless Situation –
Harry’s misadventure upon
being caught looking into the girls’ changing room after PE, and the
price of
total humiliation he had to pay to satisfy the girl who caught him…
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Harry
was ten and getting curious about the opposite sex. He’d heard a
lot about how girls were different, but having strict parents, his
access to
the internet was very restricted by parental filters. All he knew was
that
girls had a ‘slit’ instead of a willy. So it was that he had rushed to
get
changed after PE and found himself trying to peek into the girl’s
locker room
while they were still changing. He knew that some of the girls took
showers
before going home.
No
sooner had Harry started to peek through the door, he found that he
could see girls in their underwear and school shirts. None of them
naked, but
he was still excited, his heart pounding in his chest and his cheeks
warm. He
also began to feel excited down ‘there.’ He gripped the front of his
shorts and
found himself getting stiff and tingly.
“Hey,
you perv!” the boy heard from behind him. It was a girl’s voice…
With a gasp, he looked over his shoulder and saw Monica Thompson, who
lived
around the block from him. She was a pretty, blonde girl in his year,
but not
his class. Her blue eyes pierced into his with a scary, judgemental
look of
anger. Like a woman scorned… well, a young female anyway. He swallowed
hard and
panicked… running out of the corridor and off home as quick as he
could.
Harry
shut himself away in his bedroom that evening, unable to get the
images of the girls in their different states of dress out of his mind.
His
penis regularly became erect as he recalled what he had and hadn’t
seen. He was
angry with himself that he hadn’t taken precautions to stop himself
from
getting caught… and he was disappointed not to have seen at least one
of the
girls naked. It made him more determined the next time. Oh yes, Harry
was going
to try and spy again.
The
next morning at school, Harry found a note in his locker…
‘L-block
cloakroom at lunchtime… come alone, or I tell the teacher ALL
about you…
Monica…’
Harry
gulped and hid the note in the pocket of his school shorts. He
struggled through the morning classes, more so than usual. He worried
at first
about what he was going to say to Monica when she confronted him. But
soon, his
imagination worked overtime and he was going to try and use his boyish
bravado
to blag his way out of trouble by pretending he hadn’t seen anything
interesting… He would at least confirm that he hadn’t seen a girl
naked… In
fact, he started to convince himself that he would try and turn this to
his
favour and ask her to play Doctor with him. And if she said no, he
would offer
his lunch money for a whole week to stop her telling the teacher. Maybe
two
weeks…
That
would be his final offer… If she still wouldn’t let it slide, he
would take his chances with denying it all if she went to the teacher.
Her word
against his. No other proof.
Before
he had chance to work any more on his strategy for handling
Monica, the bell went for lunch, and his date with destiny in the
L-block
cloakroom. Monica was a smart girl, picking a rendezvous in the part of
the
school currently undergoing renovation. The L-block cloakroom would be
quite
deserted.
When
Harry arrived at the rendezvous point, he saw Monica sitting on one
of the benches, waiting for him with her arms folded.
“M-Monica,”
Harry began, his bravado having faded instantly in the face
of her confident looking stare, and still angry looking eyes. “I… I
errrm… I
didn’t see anything… honest… Look… y-you can have my lunch money… for
two whole
weeks… P-please don’t tell…”
“Shut
up and come here,” Monica said testily, seizing control of the
situation with an ease that surprised even her and rising to her feet.
As Harry
approached with nervous caution, he noticed her expression change to
that of a
playful smile, like a farmer with a naughty fox on the run. “Get him
girls!”
she called…
In a
flash, three other young blonde girls bustled from the doorway to
the girls’ toilets and quickly surrounded the boy. They were Monica’s
sisters…
Amber and Jessica (8 year old twins) and Clara, her older sister of
eleven.
Stunned, Harry was easily surrounded by the pretty girls and found
himself
being quickly ‘girl-handled’ to the floor. His protests were weak and
short-lived as he tried to figure out a way to stop this from
escalating into a
beating. He couldn’t fathom the embarrassment that would follow if he
were
beaten up by four girls.
“Stop
it, stop it, let me go… w-what do you want?” Harry whimpered as he
finally found himself laid out submissively on his back at the feet of
the four
girls. And then, Monica, to his left, began to explain…
“Oh
Harry… if only you could see your face… You’re in a big pile of poo
now, aren’t you?” Monica smirked, and the boy swallowed hard again as
the two
younger girls giggled. They were enjoying this already, and they hadn’t
even
started yet.
“I told
you, I didn’t see anything…” he whimpered, reiterating his
defence. He even tried to use the old ‘sad puppy eyes’ trick on Monica.
But no
dice…
“We
don’t care what you saw, dummy!” Monica shot back quickly, stamping
her foot on the floor. “All that matters is, that you’re a BOY… and
YOU, were
spying on the girls… you perv!”
“Dirty
boy! Dirty boy!” Amber joined in the teasing as she pretended to
berate the boy at her feet, shaking her head from side to side and
judgement.
The boy was guilty… guilty-guilty-guilty!
“You
d-don’t have any proof…” Harry retorted unconvincingly at Monica,
believing himself to be able to overcome his situation. Not that he
fully
understood yet what the situation actually was.
“Oh
really?” Monica asked, her lips curling up into a challenging smirk
of defiance.
“Yeah…
it’ll be your word against mine… I’ll get what… a detention,
tops…” he offered, his self-confidence beginning to fill again. He was
about to
try and get up, but as he did, Clara pushed him back down using the
sole of her
school shoe to press down on his chest so that he lay fully on the
floor again.
“Hey! Stop it… let me go!” he whimpered, discomforted by the ‘power’
she
transferred from her shoe to his chest, easily restraining him.
“Uh-uh,”
Monica smirked again, wagging her finger like she was ticking
off a small boy. “I do have proof… lots of it… You’re telling me, that
after
five years at this school, you never saw the security camera looking
along the
corridor? The very camera the school set up to prevent dirty little
boys from
trying to peek inside the girls’ locker room?”
“Wh-what?”
he stammered, his face turning pale with guilt and defeat.
“Wow,”
Jessica giggled, “he really is dumb… even for a boy!” Her twin
giggled with her. Now the fun was really starting… a boy at their
mercy. And a
naughty boy at that.
“Oh
yeah Harry, you better believe it,” Monica continued as she pressed
home her advantage over the squirming boy. His predicament beginning to
dawn on
him. “So now, we’re going to negotiate the terms of your surrender…”
“Please…
please don’t tell!” he mumbled weakly, unable to look any of
the girls in the eye.
“Oh, we
won’t tell…” Monica began calmly, about to play her hand. When
she saw his face relax a little, it was exactly what she expected, and
she took
that moment to make the ‘killer blow…’ “So long as you get naked for
us, and
let us get a goooooooood long look at you…”
“B-b-but…”
he began, his face turning from pale white, to nervous
embarrassed crimson. “No way! You’re girls!”
“Hmmmmm,
not so dumb after all?” Jessica giggled at his display of fear.
“Come
on Harry… it’s only fair…” Monica said, staring deep into the
boy’s eyes to get her message over. “You messed up your chance to spy
on the
girls… and so it’s only fair that to stop you getting into even MORE
trouble,
us girls are going to look at you… Naked!”
Harry
gulped…
“Obey
her!” Clara added, pressing down onto the boy’s chest with her
shoe. “The sooner you get naked for us… the sooner we can look at you…
and the
sooner you can go…”
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When
Harry’s ordeal was over, he struggled even harder with afternoon
classes, hearing nothing in his mind but the four sisters giggling…
seeing
their faces… their cute… smug looking faces staring back at him as they
watched
him strip fully naked… socks too… The giggling got louder, the comments
more
humiliating as they stared at his boyish privates… his willy… his ball
bag…
everything he wished to keep secret!
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Later
that evening, in the solace of his bedroom, he sat naked under the
bedclothes… worried… ashamed… and somehow ‘turned on’ as his little
hairless
boner kept nagging at him. He recalled every detail in his mind over
and over
as each of them took their turn with him… All they wanted to do was
look at him
naked… That’s what they said…
At
least that was all they wanted at first…
Echoing
through his mind were thoughts of the demonically pretty girls…
the Thompson sisters… Four of them with never ending giggles as they
forced him
to strip naked and then make fun of his immature little penis. He
recalled the
feelings of humiliation as they all looked at it… over and over.
Monica
then escalated the boy’s ordeal, reminding Harry about the camera
in the hall… Smirking with superiority over him, she gave him a choice…
which
of the girls was going to fondle his willy first… then second… third…
and
fourth… Two of them, the young twins having never touched a boy there
before.
Oh, they all took gleeful joy in humiliating him and serving their
justice on
the little pervert.
Then,
the grand finale… One by one… from oldest to youngest… the
Thompson sisters each took a turn to jerk him off. Up to then, he had
no idea
how to do that to himself, let alone have it done repeatedly by four
girls…
Each girl grabbing a close up of his defenceless little wiener on their
phones
as a keepsake.
In the
safety of his bedroom, and the comfort of his bed clothes, Harry
copied what the girls had done to him. For the first time, he jerked
himself
off… Several times actually… trying to overcome his naughty, tingly
feelings.
As shameful as he felt as a result of his lunchtime ordeal, he felt the
strange, paradoxical tingly feelings in his privates and tummy… He
liked the
feeling… How could a boy feel so, ‘good,’ about something so horrible?
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The
next day, there was another note in his locker…
‘L-block
cloakroom at lunchtime… I have three friends that wanna see and
play with you too… Be there, or the pictures of your little worm will
be
shared… Monica x…’
Resigned
to his fate, he made his way to L-block that lunchtime along
the corridor near the PE locker rooms. He looked high and low… With
horror, he
realised that there never was a security camera. Monica had tricked him
and called
his bluff since he didn’t know better… And in so doing, she had proven
herself
to be smarter... naturally!
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