The Visit - Chapter 4
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The Visit - A Twilight Zone Story
By TCP
© 2013 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.
The Visit -
The
story of twelve year old
Daniel and his humiliating experiences in…
The Twilight Zone. A tale of the unexpected…
Main
Characters
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Daniel Grainger - 12 years old
Charley -
the mysterious ‘girl.’
Preface
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You unlock
this door with the key
of imagination…
Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of
sight, a dimension of mind. You’re
moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas…
You’ve
just crossed over into, The Twilight Zone…
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Chapter
4 - Escalation…
It was
breakfast in the Grainger
household, and getting ever closer to the start of the new school
year where the pressure to please his parents would begin again for
Daniel… On this morning however, the young boy was feeling the
pressure of his mother as a result of his recent demeanour
and what she had described as an ‘escalating problem of
disappearing underpants…’ As if he didn’t have enough on his
mind when he thought about Charley and everything that they had
‘done’ together - or at least, everything that she had done to
him…
While Mrs Grainger, Daniel and Chloe
were engaged in the regular hubbub around the breakfast table, their
chatter was complemented by background music from the radio - ‘People
Are Strange’ by Echo & The Bunnymen.
“But Daniel,” Mrs Grainger began
primly, over the music from the radio. “These last few weeks, you
have not really seemed yourself… pretty much since that Wilson boy
first went missing…”
“Mum, please!” Daniel whined, eager
to change the subject. “I’m fine really… can’t we talk about
something else?” He wasn’t in the mood for eating and was simply
pushing his milk-sodden cereal around the bowl with his spoon and
looking quite pale and defensive. His grinning younger sister knew
right away that he was holding something important back from his
mother, maybe something ‘naughty.’
“I’m no fool you know Daniel
Grainger… I’m your mother… I do your laundry… I know that you
are having more and more of these… boyish accidents…”
“Mum! Really… not in front of…”
Daniel insisted firmly, blushing crimson at the detail his mother
seemed about to discuss at the breakfast table, and all in front of
his smirking younger sister.
“Danny’s got leaky privates!”
young Chloe Grainger remarked in the most teasing tone she could
muster, and grinning victoriously at her blushing brother. Daniel
scowled miserably at his sister, knowing that any vociferous retort
was likely to earn him a strict punishment, and that simply wouldn’t
do on top of everything else going on.
“Chloe! That’s enough!” Mrs
Grainger chided her daughter, though it did little to quell the
mischievous pre-teen’s knowing smirk. Then she returned to look at
her son… “Daniel, I can’t help but notice that pairs of your
underpants are going missing… your drawer is becoming empty…”
“Mum please!” Daniel blustered,
desperate for her to change the subject, or at least talk about this
subject in private.
“Yesterday evening, I was cleaning out
the garage and I found a pair of your underpants down the back of the
freezer Daniel… and they were still damp following an obvious
accident of yours…”
“Haaaah!” Chloe giggled mercilessly,
pointing over the table at her solemn older brother. “Danny wet his
pants! Danny wet his pants!” she teased repeatedly.
“Chloe
Grainger!” Daniel’s
mother shouted. “I thought you were more mature than that… Please
leave the table this instant! I will deal with you later… go to
your room and not another peep out of you!” With that, Chloe
quickly got up from the table, recognising that she was in a fair
amount of trouble for her behaviour and began to make her way to her
bedroom. Passing in front of Daniel, she couldn’t resist one last
teasing grin in his direction. It had been worth the trouble.
“So Daniel,” his mother began again,
“what’s happening with you? Are you involved with a girl?”
Daniel tensed, blushed scarlet again and shrugged his shoulders,
eager to move on to something else. “I’m really quite worried
about you… your dad is too… This is another very important year
in school for you and you need to work especially hard to stay ahead…
We want you to do well and make us proud… hmmmm?”
“Mum, I do work hard… I always do…”
Daniel said softly, weighing up whether he was longing for Charley to
escape the pressure he was feeling at that moment from his mother.
“Yes, but you can work harder still…”
his mother continued. “It’s important that you get the right
qualifications you know? You don’t want to end up like a tramp do
you?”
“No mum…”
“Very well… if you have a
girlfriend, you must find a way to tell her that your schoolwork
comes first… and if it’s something else…”
“I don’t have a girlfriend…”
Daniel said firmly, letting his spoon fall finally into the bowl.
Inside he caught himself thinking about Charley again… and wishing
that he did have a girlfriend, a nice one.
“Okay… well these accidents must be
happening because of your puberty nonetheless… and it can’t go
on… you know? You hiding your underpants everywhere. It’s going
to hinder your progress at school. I’ll make an appointment with
Doctor Mayhew… She’s a specialist in… boy things…”
“No!
Please… You can’t!”
Daniel protested, scared to death of seeing a doctor that specialised
in ‘boy’s things.’ Images of scalpels and horribly disfigured
private parts flashed through his mind… and the thought of Charley,
smiling down at him, giving him anesthetic…
“Things are going to change around
here when school starts…” his mother began once more, quite
authoritarian in tone and Daniel looked forlornly into her eyes,
silently begging her not to take him to the doctor. “If these
accidents continue to threaten your progress, I won’t have any
choice Daniel… We need to find a way to control your… sexual
urges… and your… bodily functions.” It was her turn to blush
slightly. “Your father and I have arranged for you to take extra
tuition in advanced mathematics and physics on Saturday mornings and
on three evenings in the week…”
“But mum!” Daniel winced, his
thoughts quickly re-tuned to the loss of more freedom to schoolwork.
“I need to make more friends at school… that’s what I need…”
He tried to put across the fact that he was feeling lonely, and
isolated. Almost a geek.
“Nonsense…” Mrs Grainger
interrupted. “You won’t have time for that if you want to succeed
in life. And anyway, it’s the friends you make at University that
will be friends for life… Do you understand?”
“Yes mum…” Daniel reluctantly
agreed, wringing his hands in despair under the table and flexing his
toes. He felt his life was being slowly siphoned away by the pressure
of his parents’ wishes and expectations. Right now, Charley’s
‘affections’ were a comparable ‘paradise.’
“Good, now finish your breakfast and
go and get yourself ready. We’re going to Bough Hill Manor, there’s
a craft convention on today. I thought it would be very interesting
for your sister and her blossoming creative skills. And it might take
your mind off your… boyish accidents…”
After breakfast had finished, he
returned to the safety of his bedroom, and looked out of the window
at the grey and threatening sky, all too common in August 2012. He
pondered what he was going to do… The pressure he felt to succeed
was driving him to distraction, but the experiences he had with
Charley were just so embarrassing and asking so many different
questions of him and his emotions. Did he have what was required to
deal with that too? The weight of the world was on his shoulders…
It was time to talk to his best friend… Martin Wilson…
Daniel logged his computer on and waited
for the desktop to fully boot up. When Skype activated, he altered
the settings to show that he was on line and looked down his list of
contacts - noting forlornly that Martin was his only contact. Another
reminder of how lonely he actually was. With loneliness, came
vulnerability. Martin was shown to be ‘on line.’
Daniel clicked the mouse to initiate the
call to his friend and it connected… Martin’s face appeared on
screen as the video call commenced - and Martin looked angry… Very
angry actually…
“Martin? You okay?” Daniel asked
with concern.
“You bastard!” Martin replied
testily, his eyes squinting and shaking his head contemptuously.
“Sorry? What’s up?” Daniel asked
again, quite concerned for his friend. “What have I done?”
“You’ve betrayed me… ‘mate…’
that’s what…”
“How do you mean? I… I’d never to
do that… you’re my best friend… my only friend…”
“Hmmmm… Okay then… let’s see…”
Martin replied sarcastically, making Daniel feel quite upset. This
wasn’t like Martin at all. “It’s happening to me again… down
here in Wales… And it’s all your fault!”
“Wh… what do you mean?”
“All that stuff that happened with
Charley… I ran away and it stopped… just like that… I was doing
well down here… but now it’s started again!”
“Charley’s hurting you again?”
Daniel asked innocently.
“NO! Not Charley…” Martin scoffed
meanly. “A different girl. And she said that YOU told her where I
was… and now… it’s happening again. Thanks… mate!”
“I… I… Look, I haven’t told
anyone where you are… honest… Who is she? What’s her name?
“Her name is Portia… Mean anything
to you?”
“Por… Portia?” Daniel stammered…
he remembered clearly who she was… “Is she… oriental looking?”
“Yep… very oriental… and
devastatingly pretty… so tell me… how did she know where to find
me?” Martin asked, still showing no sign of calming down.
“Okay… okay… I’ve met Portia…
I remember…” Daniel confirmed slowly, trying to figure out how
she knew where to find his friend. “She was one of the girls I told
you about when I had my incident with Charley in the hospital… she
was one of the younger girls there… eleven she said she was.”
“Keep going…” Martin insisted and
then took a deep breath. He was eager to understand the facts,
recognising that there was more to the situation than he had
originally thought.
“I never said anything about where you
were… I don’t think I even mentioned you… though Charley might
have… I can’t really remember that much other than what they did
to me and what they made me do… Look… I wouldn’t have
deliberately given away where you were… I’d never do that to my
friend… my best friend… you’ve got to believe me…” Daniel
was visibly upset at the thought that his friend was angry with him,
and there was a marked change in Martin’s demeanour.
“Hmmmm… it’s a real mystery…”
Martin replied, much more calmly. “Shit… I don’t know what’s
happening any more. I’m sorry I was angry with you…”
“Charley must have told her…”
Daniel gabbled, emphasising his innocence. “She says she can read
my thoughts and maybe she found some way to get that information out
of my head without me actually saying it… Or maybe Portia really is
like Charley and can do all the same stuff… She might have read my
thoughts too while she was, w-wan… playing with me… oh god this
is terrible… I certainly didn’t mean to betray you directly, I’d
never do that… You’re my best friend…”
“Okay… okay Dan… I believe you…
I know exactly what girls like Charley are capable of… It kind of
makes sense now… Jeez… it’s even worse now… I mean, she’s
only eleven… she’s younger than me and she’s doing stuff like
that to you… and now me… fuck…” his voice tailed off into a
disbelieving whisper.
“So… how did it happen? How did she
find you?” Daniel asked curiously. And Martin, recounted the story
of how Portia found him…
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Martin explained that these events had
occurred two days previously, just after the last time that both boys
had spoken on Skype. Martin had been on his way to see Saskia, his
counsellor and was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the number
56 bus to take him into town. It was a pleasant enough day, the
sunshine breaking through the fluffy white clouds and mild enough
temperatures that he didn’t need to wear a coat.
While standing at the bus stop, he
noticed a girl who looked to be about his age had appeared at the
other end of the shelter. She was wearing denim… jeans and a
jacket, complemented with a light pink t-shirt, open to a ‘V’
just below the neck. Martin briefly looked at the girl and noticed
that she was oriental in appearance, and very pretty to his mind.
Indeed, he felt himself become a little love-struck and giddy when he
saw that she was looking at him.
The girl seemed friendly and smiled
warmly at him. Martin shyly returned the smile and looked away
briefly as they made actual eye contact. Her eyes seemed to sparkle
to him, and he knew right away that he found her very attractive…
wanting to kiss her… and wanting to… well, what do pubescent boys
think about doing?
After a few minutes of shared glances
and more friendly smiles between the pair, something dropped out of
the girl’s pocket. It was her purse. At the time, Martin thought
nothing of it and picked the purse up from the floor. He gallantly
stepped forward and held it out for the girl to take. Their hands met
clumsily, Martin being scared to death that the girl might think he
was being overly friendly and quickly withdrew his hands once the
girl had taken possession of her purse once more.
The girl thanked him and through his
nervousness, he noticed that she smelled of apples… apple scented
shampoo. It was hypnotic, the sweetest thing he could remember… It
was clear that Martin was shy and unsure of himself and she just
seemed to giggle at him in a friendly manner.
In the end, the girl didn’t wait for
the bus and instead said that she had forgotten something from home
and would catch a later one. As she walked away, the pretty oriental
girl looked back briefly and he thought he could see a twinkling
light in her alluring eyes, but dismissed it as his horny imagination
playing tricks on him. But she whispered, ‘see you around…’
seemingly without moving her lips. Martin swallowed… smitten.
After his session with Saskia, Martin
was in his room at his Gran’s house and then there was the
brilliant white light and the sense of falling. He felt the familiar
terror… like when Charley had ‘taken’ him, spiralling
helplessly downwards to who knew where…
Finally,
Martin’s senses began
to clear and he could smell chlorine first… He discovered that he
was in a swimming pool… The feeling of the water around him was
warm… it was indoors… tropical… All he could hear was the sound
of a scenic waterfall nearby; it appeared to be the pool of some sort
of holiday resort. On the opposite side were ornate columns as though
it were a Roman bath-themed pool and there were fun looking water
slides at the distant end of the pool area to the left.
He was in the shallows of the pool.
Through the glass roof, he could see that it was dark outside, the
digital clock on the wall by the access to the changing rooms showed
01:17 and 45 seconds... But it wasn’t advancing… Time was static…
Further studying his surroundings,
Martin noticed that he was wearing a pair of loose fitting dark blue
swimming shorts, but was surprised to feel that he couldn’t move.
His bottom was planted on the floor, and he was partially submerged
in the shallow water, up to his navel. His ankles were being held
down and apart by some sort of weight under the water that he
couldn’t fully see through the disturbed, opaque water… He
certainly couldn’t move them.
Martin also
found that his arms
were stretched out either side of him, his wrists fastened to water
overflow gratings by what appeared to be purple-blue coloured
balls of tingling light. He’d seen something like that before
during a ‘visit’ from Charley…
“Shit…” Martin cursed under his
breath, starting to panic. He tried to escape from his ‘lightning’
bondage, quickly finding himself to be in a hopelessly captive
situation. “Help me!!” he shouted vehemently, desperate for
someone to come and help him. His voice echoed around the deserted
pool area. “Please help me!!”
From the
speaker system
overlooking the pool, a teasing piece of music began… and then the
chorus, ‘Here come the girls’ (performed by Ernie K. Doe). He’d
heard this music before, watching a feminine cosmetic advert on the
television at half time of an England football match during the
European Championships…
Martin gasped… On the other side of
the pool, a young girl in a two piece green and yellow bikini dived
into the water. Approaching him like a shark under the surface, the
girl emerged just in between his spread legs.
“Y-you?”
Martin gasped,
recognising her slim, oriental beauty. “From the bus stop… How?”
Her black hair snaked neatly down her back and her glistening hazel
coloured
eyes captivated him as she looked down at her prey… He could smell
apples…
“Hi
Martin…” the girl beamed
demurely with a wicked smile. She licked her lips. “I’m Portia…
pleased to meet you again…” She pushed her barely budding preteen
chest out forwards proudly, and rested her hands on her hips, making
her look confident and commanding. He could see the little bumps made
by her nipples through her bikini top, then below, her beautiful,
ornate navel… and lower still, her bikini bottom teasingly
outlining the bump of her crotch and the hint of secret, feminine
folds… She was a
tantalising,
and spell-binding, living work of art… “Daniel told me where to
find you… I hope you’re as good a little boy as he is…”
“D-Daniel? He wouldn’t… How?”
Martin stammered. “Let me go… you can’t do this!” He began
wrestling with his bonds again and splashing in the water, but to no
avail.
“Shhhh…
Don’t fight it Martin…” Portia soothed. “Girls like us always
get what we want in the end…” Then she giggled… “Charley said
that you were a very shy little thing… And I just love shy boys…”
“Ohhh god! Please no!” Martin begged
meekly, his face crestfallen and red with impending, inevitable
humiliation. “I got away from her… Please! Not you as well…”
He bowed his head towards the water, already beaten. “I want it to
stop…”
“Running away is only temporary…”
Portia giggled, reaching out and lifting his chin with her finger,
looking into his eyes sincerely. Letting go of his chin, she crouched
down in the water, in front of him and playfully circled one of his
nipples with her fingers. Martin flinched nervously at her tickling,
humiliating touch. “Sooner or later, Charley, or any one of us will
catch up with you… You can’t escape… and you and me are going
to have so much fun…” Martin didn’t know it, but she was
already feeding from him.
Portia sat down into the pool, between
the captive boy’s legs and faced him… smiling. She leaned back
slightly, planting her hands behind her onto the bottom of the pool.
His tummy was fluttering like it always did when he had been in this
kind of ‘trouble’ with Charley… The sensation brought back many
horrible memories for the boy.
“Suck my toe…” Portia commanded
softly, lifting her right foot out of the water and offering it
closely to Martin’s mouth. Martin tightly clenched his lips and
looked away to the side, over at the columns, willing the girl to go
away… “Suck my toe Martin…”
“No way!” Martin blustered, taking a
deep breath and shaking his head, steadfast in opposition to her
command. Portia sighed and moved to kneel up between Martin’s legs
and reached out to his immature left nipple. She pinched and twisted
it between her thumb and forefinger… “Arrrgggggghhhh!!! Nooooo!!
Agggghhhh!” Martin wailed, trying to cope with the searing pain
that Portia was providing. “Stop it!”
“Now… will
you suck my toe,
like a good little slave boy?” Portia asked again softly,
patiently, releasing the pressure on his sensitive nipple, but not
quite letting go. “Look at me…” Reluctantly, Martin turned his
head and through his laboured
breathing, and fighting to hold back the tears he wanted to shed
right then, managed to look into her eyes. She wore no emotion on her
face… only her prettiness… “Are you going to be a good little
boy? Hmmmmmm?”
With his eyes watering as a result of
the pain in his nipple and the feelings of shame as a result of what
she was commanding him to do, he weakly nodded his head. Satisfied
that he would obey her, she sat back down into the water and offered
her big toe to his mouth once again…
“Suck me…” Portia ordered
mischievously, licking her lips more menacingly. Still reluctant, he
was horrified at the thought of having a toe in his mouth… after
all, toes are nasty and dirty and stinky aren’t they? His mouth
remained closed. Portia became more insistent again, using her toe to
rub across Martin’s top lip briefly, before gently trying to prise
his lips apart.
Suddenly overcoming his fear and
embracing the inevitable repulsion of the act, Martin finally opened
his mouth and sucked Portia’s toe right inside… He closed his
eyes, trying to ride the horrors he thought he was going to feel and
taste… He just knew it was going to be awful…
‘Mum… help
me… make her
stop… please… she’s bullying me… I’m being bullied by a
girl… I’m so ashamed… make her stop… please… she’s making
me suck her toes mummy… Nooooo! This is going to be…’ Martin’s
thoughts were rapid… and then stopped mid-track. He was surprised.
Portia’s toe didn’t really taste of anything, other than the pool
water. It felt novel… It felt nasty, but in a sexy kind of way. But
it felt embarrassing because she was making him suck her toe… She
was already in command. That scared him… and humiliated him. How
shameful for a boy to be bullied by a girl. The supposedly weaker
sex… the fairer
sex.
Martin obeyed… and complied. Breathing
hard, he kept his eyes closed trying to think of things far away from
where he was, trying to blot out the very sexual connotations that
his actions were signifying. He sucked on the girl’s toe, deeply
into his mouth, feeling her invade and explore his mouth, wiggling it
about and playing with his teeth and his tongue… Martin tried to
fight her toe with his tongue, but found it difficult to compete
against her firmness. He was being dominated by a girl’s toe…
“Mmmmm,
that’s better,”
Portia praised warmly. “I knew you could be a good boy… Charley
said you could… so much better if you don’t fight…” Martin
felt her big toe continue to wriggle inside his mouth, seemingly able
to control his tongue, making sure he suckled and licked all over it
while he ‘worshipped’ her there. “And don’t be so hung up
about being… ‘bullied’ by a girl… Mmmmm, such a horrible
word… You’d be surprised just how many boys are… ‘bullied…’
or ‘dominated’ by girls… It’s actually quite natural when you
think about things logically… Mmmmmm, yeah… that’s it… You’re
starting to like this… hmmm? Having a girl in charge… Mmmmm…
Makes you feel… tingly… sexy…
and
weak… Good boy!”
“Mmmmmgghhh!
Nnnngghhh!”
Martin protested around the invasive toe as he continued to suckle on
it. He didn’t want to admit that it wasn’t nasty or horrible…
He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction in knowing that she was
pretty much right on all accounts. He wanted her to stop. He wanted
to salvage something of his male pride… Desperate to prove that he
wasn’t weak… or vulnerable or feeling sexy.
“I mean, I like you a lot… I know so
much about you,” Portia continued, giggling at the sensations that
Martin’s tongue gave the underside of her toe. “You’re so cute…
and handsome… and shy… and… I know you like me too. I knew that
the moment we met at the bus stop…”
“Nnnngghhh!” Martin gaggled, sucking
intently on the toe inside his mouth, hating it, but surprising
himself by not being sick or repulsed by it any more… Accepting it.
She was pretty… very pretty. But it was so shameful - here he was
unable to move, a girl was holding him captive, just like Charley had
done… And he feared she was about to do what Charley did… or
worse.
“Think about it Martin…” Portia
giggled, flexing her toe inside his mouth. “You will grow to love
me, I can feel it… and one day, I hope you’ll join me…”
“Nnnnghhhh!” he grizzled around the
toe, eager to let her know that he would never join her.
“Well, maybe not now… but one day,”
Portia insisted. “Think about how good it could be… me and you…
I mean, you’d never get old and you’d never die… all you have
to do is obey me…” Martin continued to grunt and protest
wordlessly as he suckled on her toe. “Things could be a lot worse…
You seem so embarrassed that it’s a girl doing this to you… Hmmm?
You are ashamed to be treated like this by a girl, hmmmm? Well, think
logically… what if it were a boy doing this to you? And instead of
my toe, you were asked to suck on something else… like his…”
“Nnnnnngghhhh!” Martin gasped,
nearly choking at the thought of what Portia was suggesting. He
certainly didn’t want that. Instead, he doubled his efforts to
suckle the toe in his mouth. If he was being bullied, at least with
the kind of stuff happening, it was a girl he was with. It didn’t
make it any less shameful… just more… palatable to him. Like
getting caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Mmmmm, good boy…” Portia praised,
finally drawing her toe from the captive boy’s mouth and sitting up
again in the water. Martin swallowed hard and moved his mouth and
jaw, trying to usher away the thoughts of the invasive toe. He shook
his head clear and opened his eyes again, staring at Portia,
wondering, ‘why me?’
“Please let
me go…” Martin
begged quietly, his face ashen with angst. He didn’t want to go
through all the stuff he had with Charley again. He was having a very
difficult time trying to deal with all of that previous baggage.
“But we’ve only just started to get
to know each other Martin…” Portia said, giggling and raising her
eyebrows.
“But why me? What have I done wrong to
deserve all this?” the boy sniffed, blinking away tears still
nagging at the side of his eyes.
“You’ve not done anything wrong!”
Portia chuckled. “You’re just looking at things all wrong…”
With that, she moved her feet under the water and between Martin’s
open legs. There, she found his inner thighs…
“Noooo! Stop… please!” Martin
tensed his body, feeling the girl’s feet under the water brush
along the inside of his thighs, perilously close to his modesty and
what he held dear. “Nooo… don’t… Stop it… don’t touch me
there…”
“Don’t touch you where?” Portia
giggled, rubbing her tip-toes and the top side of her feet gently
back and forth along his exposed thighs. Probing… teasing.
“Please… Portia… don’t touch my…
privates…” his voice tailed off into an embarrassed whisper.
“Your privates?” She deliberately
took time to prod his inner thighs firmly with her big toes, one
after the other, right on the brink of making contact with the
material of his swimming shorts.
“My cock! My willy… Don’t touch me
there, please… let me go…” Martin blushed, his situation made
worse by her teasing the words out of him.
“Ohhhh… your willy?” Portia
giggled softly. “You mean here?” With that, she moved both of her
feet right between his legs and into his crotch, planting the bridge
of each foot either side of his genitals, trapping them…
Martin gasped in shock at the tickling
sensation that he quickly felt in his cock as the girl’s feet
suddenly made contact with his private parts, his body tensing and
trying to leap out of the water. Through his deep breath, Martin
could only blush crimson as the girl’s feet captured him…
“Pleeease… don’t touch me there…”
Martin begged, closing his eyes tightly to try and steer his thoughts
to other things. The tingling continued in his groin however, very
much against his wishes…
“Mmmmmm,” Portia giggled, moving the
soles of her feet in small, agonising circles, slowly exploring the
whole of Martin’s groin, gently pushing and circling. “I can tell
you like that Martin… Every boy I know likes that… and they can’t
help it… any more than they can stop it!”
“St-stop!! Please…” Martin whined
meekly, gasping and blushing as he had no choice but to allow the
girl’s feet to explore his most secret parts. He couldn’t deny
that her feet were stirring pleasurable sensations within his dick,
but he was not going to admit it… He really did want it to stop -
and so he told himself. ‘It’s not fair… it’s not right…
Maybe if she’d let me touch her too… it might be okay… Oh god
noooo! Please, make her stop… somebody… it’s so humiliating…’
His genitals started to respond as they tingled and received her
attention… ‘Nooooo! Don’t get erect… You mustn’t… Don’t
let her win… She’s just a girl… she mustn’t win… Nooooo!’
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Portia giggled again
playfully, starting to use her toes to prod and tease his penis
through the material of his swimming shorts. “Martin’s little
soldier is starting to get all hard… Hmmmm?”
“Stop it!! Please Portia… I don’t
want this…” Martin insisted, his voice faltering with his
resolve, his breathing becoming more laboured. “I won’t tell… I
won’t mention it to anyone… not even Saskia… just… Ohhhh god…
please…” He breathed hard again and clenched his eyelids tightly
shut, desperate not to cry as he tried to compute what felt nice and
what didn’t. His sanctity lasted seconds, as one of her toes
tickled to the tip of his penis, making him jump, forcing his eyes
open quickly again…
“How embarrassing Martin,” Portia
teased, grinning demurely at her prey. “Letting an impressionable
young girl like me get you all big and hard with just her feet! What
a naughty boy you are… Hmmmm?”
“That’s not true!” Martin
insisted. “I didn’t let you… I… I just… can’t get away…
I can’t do anything…” His voice trailed off again, this time
into a barely audible whimper.
“That’s right Martin… Little
girl’s got you all trapped, hmmmm? What a meany I am…” she
giggled teasingly. “I’m so naughty… so what are you going to
do?” Martin grunted, trying to wrestle free of the balls of light
holding his wrists firmly in check, and then tried to move his feet
from the bottom of the shallow water. He was stuck… she had him…
Portia continued to tease him with her feet under the water and
continued to smile with impending undoubted victory. “So what are
you going to do?”
“I can’t do anything,” Martin said
softly, defeat in his voice. “Please, don’t… don’t hurt me…”
“I don’t want to hurt you Martin…”
Portia said confidently… “You can’t escape from me… that’s
very true… You’re all mine until I say… so why don’t you just
relax a little… let me have what I want… hmmm? Think you can do
that?”
“But it’s so embarrassing…”
Martin said quietly in resignation, looking back down into the water,
longing for his friend Daniel, and longing to be anywhere but here.
“Girls aren’t supposed to…”
“It may be a little… embarrassing…”
Portia agreed softly, “but it’ll be ohhhh so much fun… hmmmm?”
With that, she began to whisper under her breath, casting a spell of
some sort… “No more silliness hmmm? Time for Portia to get down
to business…”
“Hmmmm mmmm?” Martin replied. What
he meant to say was, ‘What do you mean?’ But he couldn’t say
it… he quickly found he couldn’t say anything intelligible,
despite his mouth moving normally. “Mmmmmhhh!? Nggghhhh!”
Martin renewed his efforts to escape his
bondage and his muted protests echoed across the pool as the music
continued to ring out ‘here come the girls.’ Portia grinned
wickedly, removing her feet from the groin of the imprisoned boy. She
moved to Martin’s side, kneeling beside him, stroking his hair
softly…
“Shhhhhh… I’m not going to hurt
you…” Portia assured softly. “Shhhh…” Slowly, Martin began
to calm down and his protests became more muted, recognising his
powerless situation. Tears though were evident in the corners of his
eyes, threatening to spill over and down his crimson cheeks.
“Shhhhhh… relax baby boy…” She traced her hand from his hair,
down onto his cheek, gently rubbing over it, calming him… taming
him. “It’s so much easier if you don’t fight me… hmmmm? You
gonna be a good boy and let Portia get what she needs?”
“Mmmmmgghhh…” Martin mumbled as
best he could, breathing deeply and slowly, reluctantly nodding his
head. With the sweet scent of her apple balm simmering through his
nostrils, Martin relaxed his body and he was still…
“Close your eyes baby-boy…” Portia
whispered serenely… “Relax…” She stroked his cheek softly,
and slowly he relented, his eyes obediently drawing closed.
Martin felt the warmth of Portia’s
lips upon his as the mysterious oriental girl began to kiss him. At
that moment, he didn’t feel threatened or afraid - instead, he felt
an attraction through his body that made him feel safe and secure.
His mind giddied with the pleasantness that the kiss brought, his
tummy fluttering with positivity rather than impending doom, and his
genitals still tingling and aroused.
‘Mmmm… I like kissing…’ Martin
thought. ‘Portia is a beautiful girl… I like her… I like
kissing her… I could do this forever…’ Portia was showing him
how nice things could be with her, seducing him… His heart raced as
he thrived upon her succulent kiss, not protesting in the slightest
when she gently prised his lips open with her tongue and began to
explore his mouth.
Having briefly forgotten his feelings of
humiliation, he felt Portia begin to dominate his tongue with hers,
playfully wrestling with it and moving it around inside his mouth,
and over his teeth. The feelings of kissing such a beautiful girl
intoxicated the inexperienced boy. It felt natural… and he was
hooked.
As Portia continued her seductive
kissing, her hand stroked softly away from Martin’s cheek, down
onto his neck, tickling her fingertips over his smooth boyish skin.
She briefly broke the kiss, but Martin remained under her influence,
his eyes closed, his mind reverberating with the echo of the
sensations that her lips had given him.
“Will you
submit to me Martin?”
Portia whispered softly.
“Mmmmm…
(Yes)” Martin replied, as best he could. “Mmmmghhh nnnghhh (I
submit).”
“I shall
take you as my slave
boy then…”
Portia confirmed in a hushed whisper as she took her quarry, securing
her curse, like Charley had done once before. Superseding Charley's
curse with her own... taking primacy. “To
have and to hold you…
and to dominate you to my will…
To toy and to tease and to have my fill of fun as you surrender your
sex and enhance my power…
Will you submit to a girl Martin Wilson?”
“Mmmmm
(yes),”
Martin sighed automatically. He would have said almost anything at
that point if it meant that he could kiss Portia again, and she knew
it, feeding upon it. Boys like Martin were easy to snare and take
advantage of if the girl sowed the right seeds, and knew how to use
her seductive succubae power.
“Will you
submit to a girl and
obey her as your mistress?”
Portia whispered more insistently now, moving her hand downwards,
over and across his chest, tickling him playfully around his nipples
and toying with the areola. He was lost in the moment,
surreptitiously succumbing to her will, his conscience fogged by his
adolescent arousal and his need to kiss her again…
“Mmmmmm (Yes…) Pmmmhhh (Portia)… Mmmm
gghhhh (I
will).” His
body tensed as
her fingers snaked further downward and danced into the water,
circling around his navel… As
she
stroked his tummy and gently fingered around his belly button, Portia
could barely conceal her delight.
“Good boy Martin…” she whispered.
“We could be so good together… One day… I just know it…”
With that, she planted her lips back onto Martin’s, kissing him
with more passion than previously. Portia’s tongue pushed further
into Martin’s mouth and she pressed her lips wider and tighter onto
his, kissing him deeply. He didn’t know it, but she was sensing his
dazzled submission and reading into his soul to find the right
buttons to press that would make him fully hers… searching for that
nugget that would make him agree to join her properly… permanently
as a preteen.
Martin was breathing hard as he
succumbed to Portia’s powerfully passionate French kissing. He
barely noticed her hand leave the area around his navel and trickle
lower, gently coming to rest on the material of his swimming shorts
covering his upper thigh. Teasingly and gently she rubbed over the
material, never stopping her probing inside his mouth with her
tongue, totally possessing him.
Suddenly, Portia’s hand moved onto the
front of Martin’s swim shorts, her palm pushing firmly at the
stiffened boy-flesh hidden underneath. Martin tried his best to
awaken his senses and break off the kiss…
“Nnnnnngghhh Mmmmffff!! (Noooo,
stop!)” he sounded, failing miserably to say the actual words.
Blushing scarlet, his feelings of powerlessness returned like a well
charged lightning bolt as he felt the girl’s hand start to rub over
and fondle his boyhood. Worse still, he was unable to break off the
kiss… she was in charge of everything… It scared him, it
embarrassed him, but it was turning him on.
“Mmmmmgghhh… (Please…) Gghhhh
Nnngghhh kggghhh (can’t we just kiss?)… Mnnnghhhhh gghhhh
nnnnnnggghghh (Please don’t touch me there)…” Martin whimpered,
struggling to try and free himself from his bonds, free himself from
the kiss and try to press his knees together to stop her groping of
his cock and balls. He lost on all three counts. Portia was feeding…
feasting.
‘Oh god noooo! She’s feeling me…
but this kiss is nice… STOP IT! Make her stop mummy… she’s
touching my privates… Nooooo!’ Martin stammered in his mind. His
situation filled his thoughts with many familiar conflicting emotions
that he struggled to make sense of and comprehend. She was making him
feel embarrassed and yet at the same time, she was making him feel…
‘good.’ She was controlling him and he was unable to stop her…
Finally, Portia broke off her kiss and
drew her head back to look at Martin, maintaining her exploration of
his crotch with her hand, her fingers having tightened their grip
through the material to fully hold his penis. Martin’s breathing
was laboured as her hand gently moved back and forth under the water,
stroking just hard enough to keep him aroused…
“Nice kiss hmmmm?” Portia said
softly, breaking out into a satisfied grin and raising her eyebrows
at him. Martin returned her gaze briefly before having to look away
from her challenging eyes as he felt no alternative but to let her
fondle him. “Don’t feel so bad little slave boy… you kiss real
nice. I know you liked it just as much as me - I heard your thoughts…
and now I can feel how much you liked it… down here…” With
that, she squeezed his penis tightly within her fingers, before
resuming her gentle masturbatory action.
“Nnnngghh! (Stop it!),” Martin
whined, desperate for her to leave him alone, no matter whether he
liked the kiss or not. His feelings were starting to scare him. Could
he really deny the evidence that he did like her? Could he deny that
she was making him feel good? But why did it always feel so shameful?
Portia stopped her groping between his
legs and moved to a position that left her crouching between his
parted thighs. Martin’s breathing was fast and heavy as his mind
reeled in shock at what was happening to him. He tried to look at
Portia again, but felt shame overtake him and he looked away just as
quickly, his eyes resting closed.
“Time to unwrap the gift…” Portia
teased softly, returning her hand to the quivering boy’s tummy.
Using her forefinger, she tickled into the waistband of his swimming
shorts, running it from his tummy and round to his side, testing the
springy nature of the elastic menacingly.
“Ngghhhh! (No…) Nnnghhh gghhhh (not
that…)!!” Martin whined, his young helpless body tensing at the
girl’s threatening action. ‘Oh god… she’s going to…’
“Not what?”
Portia replied
knowingly… pulling the elastic of his shorts further away from his
body and letting it snap back to his side. Mercilessly, she
re-inserted her finger into the waistband and traced it back round to
his front, to the base of his tummy. Still feeling the tension in
Martin’s body and feeding on his embarrassed terror, she tugged the
elastic outwards from the front of his tummy, nearly exposing
him.
“Ngggghhh!
(No…) Ngggghhh
mmmghghh gghhhnnntt (not my privates…),” Martin whined
pathetically, his face crimson in humiliated defeat and a ‘life or
death’ desire not to be exposed.
“Pnnnngghhh (please), dnnnghh pnnghghhh mmmnnnggh sshhghhh dgghhhhh
(don’t pull my shorts down)…”
But Portia
giggled, feeding on his
embarrassment and modesty, smiling broadly. Undeterred, her menacing
fingers came together at the front of Martin’s swimming shorts and
invaded the waistband, fiddling with the drawstring inside.
Martin was awash with dejection and
impending shame. His blood was boiling, his face scarlet with fear
and embarrassment and his heart beating ten to the dozen inside his
palpating chest. He knew he was powerless to stop the girl from
getting what she wanted and slowly resigned himself to the
inevitability of it all that experience had shown him. His experience
however, couldn’t prevent a stinging tear falling from his eye and
to his cheek.
He could feel Portia’s fingers dancing
inside the front of his swim shorts. While his penis continued to
tingle with previous arousal, he could feel the drawstring chords of
the shorts tighten slightly around his waist as she worked away at
them, then felt them go loosely limp. The knot was undone…
“There…”
Portia beamed…
“Nice and loose now… hmmmm?” Martin could only sniffle as
several other tears escaped onto his glowing cheek. Protesting was
useless. “Time to find out what my cute little slave boy has been
hiding from me all this time…”
With a quiet giggle of irony, Portia
moved to Martin’s side, resting on the bridges of her feet. She
placed the palm of her right hand directly onto Martin’s tummy,
gently rubbing over his navel. She waited for his breathing to return
to some normal pattern of calmness, stroking his belly and calming
him down. Seducing him to her will.
“Pnnnngghhh (Portia)…” Martin
tried to whisper. “Dnnngghh dgghhhhh thhhgghh (don’t do this)…”
Portia’s fingers took no notice of
Martin’s latest plea, finally entering the waistband of his shorts,
an act that made the boy brace himself and gasp at the naughty,
tickly feeling it gave him in his tummy and through his young
genitals. He knew that she was about to feel his private parts for
real… with her hand… skin on skin…
Martin’s breathing became rapid and
strained again when he finally felt her fingers trace over his pubis
and encircle his penis. His body tensed again and he helplessly tried
to pull his knees together to stop the girl from gaining any more
access to his secret places.
‘Noooo!’ Martin protested in his
mind, his thoughts gabbling quickly as he tried to rationalise what
was happening. ‘She’s feeling my dick… she’s at my willy…
Noooo, this mustn’t happen… I can’t let her…’ But Portia
giggled as she gripped and groped his young erection.
“Mmmm, this feels nice…” she
remarked playfully. “A nice little stiff one… hmmm?” Martin
could only sniffle a muted protest, a quiet denial as more tears shed
from his water laden eyes.
‘Ohhhhh
please help me… I
don’t like it…’ the boy continued to protest in his mind. ‘But
it feels… sexy,
it feels… good… it
tingles. Mmmmmm, she’s in charge… she’s a girl and she’s in
charge… Girls are supposed to be in charge… It’s just natural…
Portia said so… No! Stop it Martin, this is what she wants… Boys
are best…’
“Awww Martin,” Portia soothed, gently
squeezing
his penis before commencing a firm but deliberately slow back and
forth masturbation of him. “I can feel down here that you do like
it… your body tells me so… and your thoughts too…”
“Nnnghh!” Martin blustered in denial, for
once
forcing his eyes open to emphasise his fight against her telling
words.
“You’re a special boy deep down Martin…
just
like your friend Daniel… You both like it when a girl is in
charge... It fascinates you... yet you feel ashamed to admit it and
to accept it, despite what your mind desires... You both like it
especially when a girl plays with you… just like this.” With
that, Portia pushed her hand down further into Martin’s shorts,
cupping his wrinkled little scrotum in the palm of her hand. Martin
gasped again as she began to squeeze him gently, massaging the
curious balls of his testicles.
“Mmmmgghh,” Martin sighed, closing his
eyes,
unable to deny the pleasure he was feeling, despite his teary
demeanour and the feelings of humiliation. His breathing began to
calm. It was like a roller coaster ride.
“Boys like you and Daniel get to know the
natural
order of things… Hmmm? Girls really aren’t the ‘weaker
sex’ after all… You
see… we can bring
pleasure to you by playing with your little bits and bobs like I’m
doing now… and we can bring pain too… Just like this…” With
that, Portia squeezed hard into the boy’s helpless scrotum, an act
that pushed his testicles together tightly, causing no small amount
of pain and attention.
“NNNNNNGGGHH!!” Martin whined in pain as
the
girl’s hand squeezed his scrotum hard.
“But I don’t like having to hurt you,”
Portia
announced firmly. “I don’t really like hurting boys
un-necessarily.” Suddenly, she relaxed her grip on the boy’s
testicles and moved her hand back to his penis, resuming her
masturbation of him. “You see?”
“Mmmmmm!” Martin agreed quickly, sighing
with
relief that pain was replaced with pleasure.
“Good boy… so do you agree then that girls
should
be in charge all the time and that we’re not the weaker sex?
Hmmmm?”
“Mmmmm…”
Martin mumbled
reluctantly and nodded his head slowly. He secretly (or so he
thought) crossed his fingers on his right hand. He was smart enough
to know that he would have said anything if it meant that Portia
wouldn’t hurt him again. So he simply
allowed the girl to slowly move her hand back and forth along the
length of his young cock as she firmly controlled his arousal.
Martin
sighed, a mix
of confusion, shame and stimulation all clouding through his mind as
the girl continued her abuse of him, and her seduction of him. Portia
was tying Martin into emotional knots…
“As you are
finding out, boys’
willies and their little ball bags really are their weakness… Which
is why us girls should be in charge… Hmmm?”
“Mmmmmmm…”
Martin gasped,
nodding his head slowly as his cock continued to bulge under her
expert handling
of him. He’d just
betrayed his whole gender, conceding to her as she gently wanked him.
‘It
shouldn’t be that way,’
Martin mused in his mind. ‘But it seems to be true… Portia said
so… and it feels so nice when she’s being nice to me… Nice when
she’s touching me there… In charge… of… Nnngngghhh… Mmmmmm…
girls in charge of boys… in charge of my dick…
She’s so pretty… in charge… tingling… I want to cum… I want
her to make me cum… weaker sex… oh god… I need to cum…” He
blushed as his thoughts continued to confirm his undoubted arousal
and to his dismay, flowed more freely without question now. She was
winning.
Portia
giggled playfully, and
sighed as she devoured her boy victim’s emotions, and as she
masturbated him teasingly in the water of the pool. With his eyes
closed, and through his numbing arousal, Martin did not see Portia
whispering under her breath once more… casting…
Portia ceased her masturbation of the
boy and completed her ‘spell.’ Martin tensed and recoiled in
terror as he felt the material of his shorts tear down the right hand
side… ripping… on it’s own.
“Nnngghhh!” he exclaimed
powerlessly, as Portia’s hand left his private parts. As his eyes
flicked open in horror and disbelief, he felt the agonising reality
that his shorts had ripped and were perilously close to falling
loosely away from his groin. ‘Nooooooo!’ he thought dejectedly.
‘Not naked… please!’
“Oh dear,” Portia teased wickedly,
her hand now gripping the elastic waistband of his shorts, her
actions alone currently deciding the fate of the boy at her command -
for him to be nude… or not… “It seems your shorts are a little…
errrm… ‘distressed.’”
“Nnnnghhhh!” Martin tried to bark in
protest. ‘Stop it!’ But it was too late, Portia tugged the shorts
and they fell quickly away from his groin, leaving him totally naked
under the water… Though obviously already wet, somehow, the action
of the material being pulled away from his groin, made him feel
wetter… more vulnerable… fully NAKED.
With a menacing splash, Portia stood up
in the pool and held his torn swimming shorts above her head, waving
them about teasingly in front of Martin’s face, like a trophy…
some of the water dribbling irritatingly onto his face.
“Little boy’s lost his shorts!”
Portia beamed playfully, before tossing the shorts away behind her
into the deeper water. “And now my little slave boy’s all nude
and helpless… my, my… whatever is a girl to do?”
“Pmmmmmhhh (please)… ssmmggghhh
(stop),” Martin pleaded, mortified to be fully naked now and at
Portia’s ongoing whim, a blush renewing it’s acquaintance with
his cheeks.
“Hush now my sweet,” Portia insisted
quietly. “You’ll like this next bit… I promise you… Hold
still now…” With those words, Portia moved forward, right in
between his captive legs. The tops of her own legs and the hidden
bounty of her safely concealed crotch were just inches from his face.
In slow motion, Martin was transfixed by
the closeness of her preteen femininity as she seemed to reach behind
his head… his cock still tingling and buoyed by her recent sexual
stimulation of it. Having retrieved what she was after, the pretty
young girl returned to her position in the pool, this time kneeling
down in front of the prone and exposed boy.
Martin could see that Portia was holding
a pair of swimming goggles, and watched curiously as she looped the
rubber strap around the back of her head and tightened it. Then she
parked the goggles themselves over her eyes. Such was Martin’s
curiosity and shock at being fully nude now, and through his giddied
arousal, it took a few moments for him to register just what Portia
was up to.
“Nnggghh (no!),” Martin exclaimed…
again trying to wrestle free from his bonds and to pull his knees
together… Anything to cover his modesty… He would have done
almost anything to stop another girl from getting to look at his
private parts… ‘Noooo! She’s going to look…’ he sounded in
his mind. ‘Don’t let at her look at me down there… Please! Make
her stop mummy…’ and fresh tears escaped his eyes, tickling down
his crimson cheeks. It was going to happen and he felt sick to the
pit of his fluttering tummy. ‘It’s not fair… I don’t want her
to see… Please don’t let her look at my willy…’
“Awwww come
on Martin,” Portia
soothed, a mischievous and almost victorious smile spreading over her
pretty face. “Just a little sneaky peak… It’s only us two here…
it’s not like all the giggling girl guides are here…” That
remark reinforced the crimson hue bristling within Martin’s cheeks
and it brought him to attention, making him take a deep, pensive
breath. He could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he
waited for her to do what she wanted…
Martin felt helpless… weak…
vulnerable… and inevitably submissive. He felt like a sorry little
boy suffering at the hands of a ‘mean’ girl. A girl… her with a
vagina, a mysterious and mighty all conquering, and proud vagina…
And all tucked away and neatly hidden from view inside her body,
inside her swimsuit… And then him… just a boy… with a silly,
naked, pointy-out willy… A willy about to be seen by another girl.
A boy being dominated by a girl… abused by a girl… It was so
shameful for him… but agonisingly arousing. The muscle in his
crotch tensed of it’s own accord, making his erection flex…
“Awwww, you’re adorable Martin…”
Portia soothed softly. “Such a nice and sensitive boy… just like
you all should be…” She briefly adjusted the goggles over her
eyes. “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest… it’s only a part
of your body… It’s something that can bring a lot of pleasure,
indeed… Let me show you…” With that, she took her breath a
bobbed under the water…
In slow motion, Martin watched
helplessly and with impending doom as Portia took a deep breath and
submerged slowly into the water between his legs… He was powerless
to stop her invading his privacy, and to stop her from looking at his
boyish genitals. His heart pounded, adrenalin pumped and elephants
stampeded through his tummy… embarrassment, shock and a sense of
defeat cascading through his mind. He knew that a girl was looking at
his dick… and looking at his balls too… He felt the same fear and
shame he always did when a ‘new’ girl got to see his bits and
bobs… He couldn’t stop it then… and he couldn’t stop it now.
He couldn’t cover himself with his hands and he couldn’t pull his
knees together to block her view. Portia… a girl, held all of the
cards…
Martin gasped back to the moment as he
felt the girl’s hand regain it’s position, cupping his scrotum
and fingering the delicate furrows of skin concealing his preteen
testicles. Then quickly, another hand resumed it’s grip around the
embarrassingly naked and rigid erection of his penis. His body tensed
and his breathing became rapid as he succumbed to her further
exploration of his blossoming masculinity.
‘Oh god…’ Martin pleaded in his
mind. ‘Why does it feel so good?’ Suddenly, Martin felt the hand
leave his erection, and instead replaced by something warm and moist…
and a sucking sensation… It was her mouth. ‘Holy shit!’ The boy
panted as he felt Portia’s lips encircling his shaft and the warmth
of her mouth, pulling and sucking along the short length of his cock.
Though it wasn’t the first time that a girl had put his penis into
their mouth, it was enlighteningly sensual when his genitals were
submerged in water like that.
And as quick as it started, Portia’s
mouth left Martin’s penis as she surfaced to take another breath.
When she re-submerged, the boy found himself wishing that she would
suckle him again, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, he felt Portia’s
hand grip his cock more tightly this time and she began a swift, firm
masturbatory action… back and forwards, stimulating him
vociferously.
The length and firmness of Portia’s
stroking, masturbatory actions drew Martin’s foreskin back tightly
behind the glans heightening his feeling of exposure and
vulnerability, along with his escalating arousal. Faster and faster
she wanked him… tighter and tighter. She was on a mission… racing
to make him cum before she needed to take breath again.
And Portia won… After what was no more
than ten seconds (though feeling like a full five minutes to Martin),
the sexual energy rippled electrifyingly from the tip of his cock and
along the root to his balls. An enforced orgasm began sharply,
sending that horny, tickly feeling of climax radiating through his
genitals. And powerlessly, the boy began to ejaculate under the water
in front of his conqueress.
And while Martin’s sexual pleasure
continued, he found himself surrounded by the familiar pale
whiteness… enveloping him in warmth as he fell downwards…
ejaculating… spurting… falling. He felt as though he was losing
consciousness as he tumbled… riding his orgasm… There was
whispering in his ears…
“See you again real soon Martin… my
sweet…” And he passed out.
When he awoke, Martin’s senses cleared
quickly and he found that he was lying on his bed at his Grandma’s
house wearing nothing at all… He had made a very wet and sticky
mess all over the bed sheets - and he was horrified about that. On
the floor at the side of the bed, a discarded pair of swimming shorts
lay crumpled. Picking them up, Martin noticed that they were wet
through… and he could smell the chlorinated water of a swimming
pool on them.
--
And so,
Martin finished telling
Daniel his account of what happened with Portia.
“Shit Martin,” Daniel began softly.
“That’s so awful… I’m sorry if what went on with Portia and
me had anything to do with her going after you… You know I wouldn’t
have told her deliberately don’t you?”
“Relax man!” Martin replied
ruefully. “I believe you mate… I just don’t know what to do for
the best… Do they really have the power to stay young? Like…
forever?”
“I don’t
know… It’s all
pretty weird… and embarrassing…” Daniel replied, sighing with
frustration and looking down at his feet. There was a brief silence
and when Daniel looked back up to the monitor, he noticed that Martin
wore a look of abject curiosity on his face, almost as if a light
bulb had become illuminated in his mind...
Neither of
them had to say it, but
both boys knew from their experiences that it was a very distressing
situation, wrestling with the knowledge and fear that there were
aspects of what was happening that felt really good… Things that
secretly, deep down, they looked forward to... Neither boy knew what
to make of it all, nor what to do. In both of their lives, there was
discord and malcontent - emotional baggage that had the power to push
them towards accepting what was happening, and into the arms of their
nubile, immortal dominants. Subconsciously, they were gradually being
swept along the pathway to where the pleasure was... But to get
there, involved embarrassment, humiliation and submissiveness.
Submitting to girls.
“Look
mate…” Daniel finally
resumed. “I’ve really got to go and get ready, mum's taking Chloe
and me to a craft show… I’ll call you later in the week yeah?”
“Ooooh,
enjoy… I’m sure
you’ll have fun… You like building kits and stuff don’t you?”
Martin replied sincerely.
“Well yes…
but it’s not that
kind of craft show…” Daniel explained mournfully. “It’s all
basket weaving, cake baking and ‘artistic pottery.’ No plastic
aeroplane kits to be seen I bet!”
“Okay, take care,” Martin chuckled.
And the Skype call ended. Daniel had to adjust the bulge in his
pants, still reminding him of what his friend had just told him about
his time with Portia. There was a tinge of jealousy, a hint of
remorse and a bucket load of empathy for his friend.
--
Daniel sat
in the back seat of the
family car, a spacious luxury saloon with spotless beige upholstery
as his mother drove him and his sister through the capacious, ornate
gates of Bough Hill Manor, some eight miles outside of the Weltby
suburbs. As usual, his sister was sat in the front and making use of
her kindle to read some novel or other. And as usual, his mother had
the radio set for a station specialising in classical music.
Frustratingly for Daniel however, she never had the volume
sufficiently loud enough in the car to fully benefit from whatever
music being played.
As the car
passed the front gates
and along the finely stoned drive up to the manor's car park, 'Mars,'
from Gustav Holt's Planet Suite was playing - actually a piece that
Daniel would normally enjoy. It seemed a very long drive from the
front gates to the car park, through leafy woodland, pale, milky
sunlight managing to filter through the canopy and illuminating an
occasional scattering of wild looking flowers.
As the car
tires crackled over the
loosely stoned surface of the roadway, Mrs Grainger gingerly turned
the vehicle into a vacant parking space. It appeared that this craft
show was popular with the locals.
As normally
happened, at events
like these, Mrs Grainger, Daniel and his sister Chloe began to walk
round the exhibits and stalls as a family unit, pointing out things
of interest, garnering ideas and enthusing in the multitude of crafts
on show. Naturally, some things interested Chloe more than Daniel,
and some things interested Mrs Grainger more than both siblings. And
so it was not long before all three were making their own way round
the show, through the various ornate and picturesque rooms of the
manor.
Daniel had
surprised himself and
had discovered an exhibitor who excelled in making sculptures from
metal nuts, bolts and screws, finely welded and polished. His
imagination was caught in particular by the sculptures depicting
World War 2 aircraft of the Royal Air Force. There was a six foot
long Lancaster bomber and a very smart looking Spitfire fighter. He
exchanged pleasantries with the grey bearded gentleman who was only
too pleased to find somebody so young interested in his work. Daniel
learned a lot about that particular craft and began to feel that the
trip would not be a 'boring disaster' after all.
After an in
depth discussion with
the metallic sculptor about the merits of the Hurricane and the
Spitfire in fighting off the Luftwaffe during the Battle of Britain,
Daniel felt the need to use the toilet and he began to make his way
there by following the small sign posters. Through the crowds, he
seemed to take a wrong turning and ended up along a dimly lit
corridor that was evidently deserted.
Recognising
that he had indeed
taken a wrong turn, Daniel turned round and made his way back along
the corridor. He came across an alcove half way along the corridor
that caught his attention. It possessed a dark stained wooden
bookcase, lined with a large number of ordinarily mundane looking
publications. Curious, Daniel examined the books more closely to see
what they were about. He was not to be disappointed, for he
discovered titles relating to aviation, merchant shipping and
astronomy. The books varied in age visibly, with more elderly looking
books that smelled of pipe tobacco to the left hand end, with more
modern works towards the right.
Daniel
picked out a book that
purported to be all about mapping the galaxy and he leafed through
the book, finding details and charts that captured his burgeoning
imagination and captivated his interest. He was still vaguely aware
that he needed to use the toilet at some point, but lost himself in
the mathematics and physics of stargazing and mapping them. If he had
the courage, he would have liked to have asked the owner of the manor
if he could borrow the book.
He turned
the book back over to
examine the spine, if nothing else to make a note of the author and
publisher. But before he could ponder that thought any further, his
body was encapsulated in warm, heavenly white light and he felt his
legs become weak. Instinctively, he dropped the book to the floor
before he felt himself falling and tumbling... his mind knowing
instantly what was happening...
'Noooooo!
Charley!' Daniel thought
with horror. 'Not here... Nooooo!' He closed his eyes tightly as he
fought to control the tumbling sensation, beginning to feel the very
familiar motion sickness he usually experienced. And soon enough,
everything went dark... Still. Silent.
His senses
gradually awoke, and
Daniel became able to recognise that his surroundings were dimly lit,
actually candle lit. A study maybe… As he looked around, he noticed
that the walls were largely wood paneled, stained a dark brown,
adding to the ornate appearance. Down one side of the room, an
antique and extravagantly capacious bookcase with seemingly countless
elderly looking leather-bound books neatly filling the shelves. Above
him, the ceiling possessed sprawling artworks depicting scenes of
Asiatic Indian culture during colonial times of the British Empire,
rich in colour. Two ornate and well populated candle chandeliers
provided what light there was…
Daniel
tried to move… but found
that he couldn’t. Looking down, he saw that he was clothed in just
a pair of underpants, but they weren’t his… They were thin, white
and seemed to be made of a front and a rear portion, tied together
precariously at his hips… Looking elsewhere, he observed that he
was secured to a complicated dark wooden frame by his wrists and the
back of his knees with fluorescent pink shoelaces, he recognised that
he was spread like a letter ‘H.’
To his right, there was a small, antique looking wooden table, a
golden lion motif etched into the top surface and well polished.
The
imprisoned boy swallowed hard
and his heart raced, nervously. He was tilted forward slightly, his
wrists secured at the top end of the frame, meaning his arms were
above and spread either side of his head. His legs were apart and
separated too, tied at the backs of his knees to the lower part of
the H-frame. There was a pink silken ribbon belt circling his back
and securing his body to the centre of the frame. He felt that his
crotch and bottom, were very vulnerable, open to any attention while
suspended in that way from the frame. He tried more forcefully to
move, but found he was just as immobile…
It was Charley’s work again.
And pretty frightening it was too...
When Daniel
next drew breath, he
could sense a familiar coconut fragrance tease his nostrils that
triggered a succession of rapid memories…
‘Oh no…
Charley…’
Daniel thought as he pulled even harder at his bonds. ‘Oh
god not again…’
From behind
him, music began to
play, making Daniel tense briefly… He recognised the music from a
film he watched earlier in the summer with his friend Martin. It was
called, ‘Inside Man,’ and was about a bank robbery. It was piece
by A R Rahman and was titled Chaiyya Chaiyya.
Daniel
tried to compose himself,
and felt his breathing become heavy with a knowing fear and a need to
prepare himself. From the corner of his eye, he sensed movement, and
slowly, Charley stepped round from behind him and moved to stand
directly in front of the captured boy, her face serene, pretty as
ever, almost welcoming.
Though her
beauty was always the
first thing that every boy noticed when he was in this situation,
Daniel was just as quick to observe her attire... and she looked very
different on this occasion... He swallowed hard again as he noticed
her simple black bra with the seam and edge lacing picked out in
fiery red, encasing her still modest bosom. Her panties matched the
upper garment perfectly. Her mid-riff was totally exposed, her navel,
a tempting if not hypnotic centre-piece. She was bare-foot too...
Daniel
recognised that Charley
appeared.... dominant. She stood in front of him, her head capped
exquisitely with an elegantly jeweled tiara, with small jeweled
fronds reaching down to form a downward peak at the top of her
forehead and her skin seemed darker… tanned… She possessed the
aura of an Indian princess… And Daniel was in rapture...
“Cat got
your tongue?”
Charley smiled warmly, then giggled playfully like she always did
when she had caused mischief.
“Meow!”
Daniel said, meaning to say something else. “Meow…
MEOW!”
His voice had been replaced with cat-like sounds as a result of one
of Charley's casts. Instantly, Daniel blushed, feeling that mewling
like a feline felt worse to him than gurgling like a baby, or even
talking with a higher pitched girl’s
voice. He felt very silly, hanging there helpless and immobile in
front of his perennial tormentress.
Charley
moved in closer to Daniel
and stared almost empathetically into his pleading eyes. She was able
to recognise his fear and his embarrassment. They were always
present, and of course the main emotions that fed her needs. But more
noticeable this time was a kind of expectant excitement... almost
accepting. Charley wanted to enhance all of those emotions further...
so she kissed him warmly and passionately on the lips, as if to
welcome him. But to remind him of his powerlessness and of her
dominance, she gently fondled and caressed his vulnerable scrotum and
penis through the material of his undergarment with her hand…
cupping, stroking, pinching and tickling.
Daniel
recoiled at her sudden
touching of his private parts, and felt the shameful powerlessness of
his situation, once more at the hands of a girl… but he felt
himself open up to his adoration of her. He almost welcomed it...
Bathing in her unquestionable beauty. Feeling her tongue intertwine
with his... Hers quickly dominating. Elsewhere, he could feel her
girlish fingers exploring his private parts concealed in the flimsy
material of his undergarment...
His
erection was quickly evident
as you would expect from such a pubescent preteen boy receiving such
attention from his female equivalent. Through his feelings of
humiliation, he was excited by the delicate fondling that his
testicles were experiencing as Charley cupped them gently and traced
her fingernails over the concealed sac of his scrotum. Then he gasped
within the kiss as the girl danced her fingertips along the rigid
form of his penis, tickling and grazing over the sensitive tip.
The kiss
seemed to last for a very
long time and when Charley finally broke off the kiss and moved to
stand back in front of him, Daniel found his mouth to be very dry and
feeling thirsty.
“I know you’re thirsty… I can help you…”
Charley whispered, trailing her fingertips tantalisingly up and down
his naked chest and unprotected tummy. “Slave boy…” She let out
a playful giggle again and then walked over to a dark wooden cabinet
at the side of the bookcase and retrieved a tumbler glass and a
decanter. Daniel’s eyes widened curiously as he saw what was inside
the decanter… a cloudy, light blue liquid.
“Meow!? <what’s that?>…”
Daniel mewled
like a worrisome kitten, unsure of it’s fate. He was scared that it
was some kind of poison.
“This?” Charley replied, pouring some of
the
contents into the tumbler. “Oh this is my special coconut
milkshake… I know you’ll love it… All the boys love it, in the
end…” She walked back from the cabinet to position herself in
front of Daniel again and offered the glass up to his mouth, but
Daniel was reluctant and he pursed his lips tightly shut to barricade
his mouth from the invading glass. "It’s quite safe…"
chuckled Charley at the boy's resistance. "I haven’t had a boy
die on me yet…” she grinned. But Daniel was still reluctant and
breathed hard through his nose, still clenching his lips shut and
holding his breath tightly.
“Nnnngghhh!” he managed to sound, shaking
his
head defensively.
“Maybe this will persuade you…” Charley
whispered playfully, holding the glass steady near his mouth with one
hand and cupping his genitals in the other. “Hmmmm?” With that,
she squeezed Daniel’s tokens of masculinity hard through his
underpants, bringing instant reddened rage to his face and tears to
his eyes… He winced at the discomfort that the girl was giving him,
desperate not to lose the fight…
Daniel contemplated the horrible dawning
thought in
his mind that a girl was about to make him do something that he
didn't want to do again... About to make him obey her, just by
holding his private parts in her hand and he felt ashamed, humiliated
and weak… totally inferior, just because of what he had between his
legs that she could control.
“Obey me slave boy,” Charley smiled into
his
teary, squinting eyes. “Or I can squeeze harder… hmmm? Or maybe I
can bring out those wriggling little snakes… or maybe that pointy
little needle that’s still waiting to start that little ‘boy’s
only’ operation… Hmmmm?” And just before Charley could start to
tighten her grip, Daniel gasped, let out his straining breath, and
finally allowed the girl to offer the glass to his lips… And he
drank…
Daniel gradually gulped down the contents
of the
small glass, finding that it truly did taste of milk and coconuts.
Maybe it was just a coconut milkshake…
“Th-thanks…”
Daniel sighed
with relief that the drink did not appear to be 'bad' after all, and
grateful that his voice had been restored. He quickly found that his
demeanour
allowed his breathing to return to normal as Charley's hand left it's
threatening position at his genitals.
“Good boy…
I knew you’d like
it,” Charley beamed. “It’s my own special recipe… some ground
coconut… some semi-skimmed milk… some Malibu… and a little
something extra to give it some colour… The other girls love it
when their boys drink some too..."
“Extra?
Wh... what do you mean,
extra?” Daniel frowned, already concerned that Charley had admitted
that she had given him alcohol. What else? He'd heard all sorts of
horror stories about narcotic drugs and their terrible effects to
such an extent that he had vowed within himself never ever to try
drugs... not even to try cigarettes. He wanted to be a sensible
boy...
“Ha haah!”
Charley giggled.
“Yes, a little something extra… guaranteed to make you tingle,
down you know where… and to keep you erect and attentive for the
entire time you are here…”
“Nnnoooo!
What do you mean? What
have you done?” Daniel pulled at his bonds furiously, protesting at
what horrors Charley might have in store for him. His young sensitive
cock and testicles still 'attentive' from the fondling they received
during the kiss that Charley gave him. Naughty, embarrassing... but
exciting.
"Awwww,
don't be like that
Danny-boy..." Charley soothed, leaning in close to Daniel's face
and staring intently into his mournful looking tear-filled eyes.
"Trust me..." she whispered and Daniel relaxed and breathed
hard, succumbing to her soothing command. "The little something
extra in my milkshake just means that your darling little willy will
stay nice and hard for me to play with... whatever happens..."
Charley
leaned in to kiss him
again, resuming where they had left off some moments ago. This time
however, instead of fondling him, she teasingly menaced her finger
into the waistband of the undergarment. The finger traced inside the
waistband from Daniel's left side to his right over his ticklish
tummy. Daniel gasped and wriggled as his tummy reacted to the
impromptu tickle.
Briefly,
Charley broke off the
kiss and giggled. Daniel laughed slightly too, barely able to
suppress a shy smile that made him look away submissively. Though he
knew he shouldn't, he was enjoying her attention... he was welcoming
it, submitting to it... wanting it...
"That's
more like it hmmmm?"
she whispered. "Everything's better with girls in charge...
hmmm? So much better if you trust me..." She resumed the kiss.
As her tongue once more demonstrated it's dominance over Daniel's,
Charley's fingers fiddled with the dainty knots at his hips that
maintained his undergarment in place...
"Mmmmmgghhh..."
Daniel
sighed, barely protesting as he felt her fingers prizing the knots
holding the fabric together at his hips. Within a moment, the
humiliated, aroused and confused boy felt the material at the front
and back of his crotch fall away and the cool air surround his most
private and secret parts. Charley had bared him once more... He was
on display for her, whether he liked it or not.
"Hmmmmm,"
Charley
giggled quietly as she broke off the kiss again and stood back to
admire Daniel's naked body and private parts. "You really are a
very handsome boy Danny... We're gonna have so much fun today..."
Licking her lips, she sauntered effortlessly over to the dark wooden
cabinet in the corner, the same cabinet from which she had retrieved
the 'milkshake' moments earlier.
With
Charley standing in front of
the cabinet, Daniel was curious at the sounds coming from that corner
of the room since he couldn't see what she was doing. It did sound as
though she was searching for something, rummaging and shuffling. At
last, it appeared that Charley had found what it was that she was
looking for...
"There...
there it is..."
Charley announced in triumph... With that, Daniel watched the pretty
girl turn on the spot from the cabinet and walk more quickly back
towards him. In her right hand, he could see that she was carrying a
peacock feather... "You remember our game of 'Truth and Tickle'
when we first played together don't you Daniel?"
As Charley
drew closer, she
swished the menacing, instrument of tickling doom in front of
Daniel's face. The boy gulped nervously as he recalled her tickle
torture of him when Charley had him tied down to his bed as she
slowly stripped him of his underpants for the first time.
"Nooooo! Please Charley..."
Daniel gasped. "Not tickling... please!!" But his pleading
went unheeded as the playful giggling mistress instantly thrust the
feather in the direction of his exposed hairless armpits.
"Ahhhh-hahaha!" he giggled aloud as the feather danced
briefly over his left armpit... then his right and back to his left.
"Haaa-hahaha!!"
"Nothing to
be afraid of is
there? It's just a silly feather..." Charley teased, bringing
the feather across the top of his chest and under his chin. Briefly
she tickled his nose, almost making the powerless boy sneeze. She
brought the feather to rest. "Now then my sweet little Danny
boy... it's time to play 'Tickle and Truth' with me again..."
Daniel's face wilted once more at the prospect of her tickling him.
"And I need not remind you Danny... if you lie, I will know..."
The boy shut his eyes and prepared for
the worst as Charley resumed her gentle tickling under his chin and
over his chest.
"First of all..." Charley
began. "Do you still like me?" The feather tickled from
nipple to nipple across Daniel's chest repeatedly.
"Y-yes!" Daniel replied
between breaths as he tried fruitlessly to wriggle his body and
escape the feather-light touch.
"So... you
still find me
attractive?" she asked again, allowing the feather to roam
beneath the dark wooden beam of the frame across and supporting his
upper belly and dance around his navel.
"Haahhh-ahahahah! Y-yes!"
Daniel giggled and gasped in response. He was telling the truth,
eager for the tickling to stop.
"Good
boy... Because I am
very fond of you... slave boy..." Charley soothed through the
boy's enforced giggling. "You like being my slave boy, don't you
Danny?" she asked, snaking the feather along the sides of his
rib cage, up and down.
"Oowwww, ha-haaah-ha-ha! Stop it!
That tickles! Ha-hahahah!" Daniel whimpered pathetically,
desperately riding the tickle torture. "Sometimes... ha-hahaha
y-yes... it feels nice... ha-ha-ha-ha sometimes..."
"You like
it when I play with
you down here, don't you?" Charley asked sweetly, moving the
dancing feather to the area between his spread legs, tickling over
his upper thighs, over his scrotum and expertly along the length of
his prominent young erection.
"Mmmmghh
ha-haahh-haha!"
Daniel gasped, his body tensing at the intimate tickling contact with
his genitals. His glans and foreskin were taking a terrible
tickling... "Stop it! Please! It's too much..."
"Oh I know it's hard...
<giggle>
Answer my questions and the tickling will stop..." Charley
soothed like a nurse caring for a poorly patient. "I promise..."
"Y-yes... ahhh-hahahha!"
Daniel blurted helplessly. "I... I like it... sometimes..."
Moving round the frame from which Daniel was suspended, Charley
continued to tickle around his lower body until she was out of the
boy's sight. Away from his view, all he could feel was that
confounded feather, swishing up and down his upper thighs. Through
his giggling and his battle not to lose his breath, Daniel felt the
feather trace a different path, snaking round and tickling the back
side of his scrotum and menacing into the vicinity of his perineum.
"Are you ticklish back here too
little boy?" Charley beamed, dancing the feather quickly
backwards and forwards between his scrotal sac and his exposed anus.
This was a new escalation in the tickle torture game.
"Ahhhhh-hahahaha!"
Daniel guffawed boisterously, unable to stop his body reacting, and
trying to tense his body and shut out the rampant tickling that was
occurring in very secret places indeed. He had never felt anything
tickle his bottom before and the sensations thrilled and terrified
him in equal measure... "Pllleaasee! Stop it... Not there...
Don't... haaaah-hahahah... please, don't tickle me there..."
"Don't
tickle you where?"
Charley teased, knowing full well what impact she was having on the
boy at her command. The feather swished and meandered along his
bottom, to his scrotum and repeatedly back through the valley between
his buttocks to the base of his spine.
"Nnnggghhh!!
Not my bum!"
Daniel protested, a strained, blush spreading across his face as he
continued to feel the feather's delicate yet persistent touch running
along inside the crease of his bottom... tickling the puckered flesh
of his anus. This time, Charley had gone too far and it shamed him
anew, fighting valiantly for breath and trying desperately to clench
his bottom cheeks together.
"Soooo...
my little slave boy
IS ticklish back here..." Charley giggled softly, returning the
tickling feather's area of focus to the back of his thighs instead.
Though he was still feeling the nagging tickles of the feather on his
thighs, he felt better able to control his bodily reaction and stop
himself from giggling at her attention.
In the brief pause that Charley was
allowing to enable him to regain his breath and his bodily control,
Daniel was aware that he was enjoying himself, despite being fully
naked and exposed in front of his young 'mistress' and that he was
'suffering' the indignities of tickle torture. He couldn't deny, much
less hide the sexual arousal he was feeling and displaying out front.
If it had little hands, his penis would surely be in salute to it's
conqueress.
Suddenly, Daniel tensed his whole body
again and tried to move as the feather resumed it's attack. This time
at his feet...
"Nooooo!! Haaaah-hahahah!"
Daniel shrieked, spreading his toes wide and trying to shoo the
feather away without success. And Charley was relentless this time...
"Let's see how much you can really
take Danny boy..." Charley teased, quickening the pace of the
peacock feather as it explored the soles of Daniel's feet.
"Nnnnnghhhh... ahahhhhahahahh!"
Daniel giggled a weakened protest, struggling to concentrate on
anything other than the tickling and trying to catch his breath.
"You like
girls being in
charge don't you Danny?" Charley asked more authoritarian this
time. "Hmmmm?" Her captive did not answer, but continued to
try and fight off the feather's touches, making him repeatedly
stretch his toes wide and try to squeeze them together quickly.
"C'mon Danny... answer me and the tickling will stop... You like
it when a girl is in charge and makes you feel good hmmmm?"
"Ohhhhhhh
god.... Stop it
please Charley... Aaahhh-hahahahahah-ahhhh!" Daniel protested,
struggling for breath and feeling the sweat beginning to form across
his forehead. "Yesssss! I like it!" he finally admitted,
which was true to a certain extent. He thought that the tickling
would stop, but Charley continued the torture of his feet with the
teasing implement.
"Good boy
Danny..."
Charley soothed, swishing the feather across the soles of his feet,
between his toes and over the back of his ankles with equal aplomb.
"Last question... now what shall it be?" Charley knew
exactly what she was doing, she could sense the horror spreading
through Daniel's mind and she was playing him, dragging out the game
of 'Truth and Tickle' to feed on his emotions once more.
"Please...
ask it quickly...
aaaahhh-hahahahah!!" Daniel begged. "I think I'm going to
pee... ahhh-hahahahahaah! Please!" It was true, that nagging
need to urinate was being exacerbated by the tickling that the boy
was suffering across the souls of his feet. His body was starting to
focus only on the stimulation of his feet meaning that Daniel was in
danger of losing control of his bodily functions while he tried to
fight off the girl's tickling assault. He blushed and nearly panicked
at the thought of her making him wet himself as a consequence of a
silly tickling game. And Charley fed...
"If you wet all over the floor, so
be it," Charley began, not for one second relaxing the pace of
which she swished the feather of his unprotected feet. "But I
will be forced to punish you... and I will make you clean it up
before you go home..."
"Please!!! Just ask the
question..." Daniel begged. "Ahhhh-hahahaha!! Please!!"
"And you'll answer me?"
Charley asked, relentless in her game. "Honestly? You'll answer
me?"
"YES Charley!!" Daniel cried
out in angst. "Ahhhhh-hahahahah... JUST ask it... now... please
before I..."
"Okay then Danny boy... here
goes..." she giggled, adding another agonising pause. "Do
you want me to make you feel good?"
"Ohhhhh God..." Daniel gasped,
amazed at the simplicity of the question, grateful that it was a
question so easy to answer and that the tickling was about to stop.
"Yes aaahhh-hahahahah... I do..." And Daniel was about to
let out a sigh of unbridled relief.
But the tickling didn't stop.
"Tell me how you want me to make
you feel good Danny," Charley continued, paying attention to
Daniel's left foot with the exploratory feather.
"B... but... Charley...
Ahhhh-ahahahahahah! You promised..." Daniel spluttered in
disbelief, the relief he craved feeling so very far away as his
bladder alerted him to some impending shame.
"I'm a girl.. and that means I'm in
charge... and I can change my mind my darling little slave boy..."
Charley announced primly. "So tell me what it is I can do to
make you feel good before you wet yourself like a silly little baby
boy..."
Remembering
back to the first game
of 'Tickle and Truth' he played with Charley, Daniel looked for a
very quick resolution to his current plight and impending
predicament. He was learning how to play the games that Charley
played, and how he could push back the embarrassment he felt
succumbing so easily to the whims of a magical girl like Charley and
making the most of the elements that felt good. Though there were
undoubted feelings of insecurity, humiliation and shame - emotions
that Charley fed upon greedily every time from Daniel, he was growing
to focus on his arousal and the positive aspects of the relationship
he shared with the girl.
"Please
Mi-mistress
Charley..." Daniel stammered. "Ahhh-haaahahaha, please play
with my... pr... private parts to make me feel good..." The
feather continuing it's focused dance across both of his feet.
"Play with your what?" Charley
continued her playful inquisition while expertly guiding her tool of
tickle torture to punctuate her physical and mental control over him.
"Ohhh god... please stop
Charley..." Daniel begged, on the verge of suffering the
uncontrolled eruption of urine from between his legs. "Please...
ahhh-haahahahah... please stop tickling me and play with my willy..."
Daniel was
desperate and Charley
knew it. Was this the moment that Charley should ask the ultimate
question? She knew that she could only ask him once, to fully join
her as her slave boy incubus, effectively becoming her life
partner... and that whatever he decided would be final. If he
answered 'yes,' he would be hers forever, both everlasting souls of
preteen youthfulness so long as they were able to feed. If he
answered 'no,' she could never ask him again.
Charley
knew that even if he said
'no,' the Leopold curse cemented that first time on Daniel's bed
meant that she could still torment him, like she had done all the
countless other boys she had tormented through time. But each of them
had 'grown up,' making them less interesting to her... And that had
made Charley find new victims to pursue and play with. Until she
found Daniel... He was the one... And she didn't want to mess this
up.
Charley had
sensed that deep down
in Daniel's consciousness, he was very fond of her and was growing
more and more receptive to the experiences she had introduced to him
during her various visitations. He was warming to her dominance and
the joy she could bring was becoming more of a focus for him,
especially given the pressures he was feeling in his 'real life'
about school and his impending school workload. And with that focus,
Daniel still provided the deep seated and hidden emotional food she
needed to remain a pretty young succubus. She just needed to find the
right moment to secure her life partner. Was it now?
"Daniel...
I will play with
your willy..." Charley began, sounding nervous... But it was a
nervousness not sensed by the captive young male in front of her.
"Make no mistake about that... But if I do... will you obey me
forever and join us? Join me?" There, while tickling him and
while seizing on his desperation not to totally humiliate himself by
urinating, she had asked the question... And still the feather
laboured to it's devilish task.
Daniel was trying to writhe and ride the
tickling of his feet, gasping for air and desperate for relief.
Relief that would only come it seemed from urinating uncontrollably
or by Charley stopping her tickling torment of him. The magnitude of
the moment was dimmed in the boy's mind as his focus was on staving
off the tickling horror.
"Please
Charley...
Ahhhh-hahahahah... I..." Daniel began and wasn't even sure what
he was going to say, he just felt the need to say something. Anything
to distract himself from his nagging bladder. And before he could
finish;
KNOCK
KNOCK... sounded suddenly
from the large wooden door in the far left hand corner of the room.
In an instant, the tickling ceased. Immediate relief washed over
Daniel and he was able to take deep unrestrained breaths without
having to speak or fight through his fits of enforced giggling. But
Charley felt confusion... She had asked the question and yet had
received no answer... what did it mean? For certain, it meant that
her guests were early. She hoped that with Daniel not having replied
with a yes or a no that her asking the question somehow didn't
count... It was a very rare, fleeting moment of weakness on her part.
Charley put
the feather down on
the floor, stood up behind the still gasping Daniel and walked round
to a position in front of the boy. She noticed that Daniel's penis
was fully erect and her only consolation at that point was that his
ongoing erection was going to stay present for many hours yet... The
effects of the drink in full view.
"Thank you Charley..." Daniel
whispered through his heavy breathing. "I couldn't take much
more... I..."
"Shhhh!"
Charley chided
him, waving her hand to emphasise her command for silence. "Come
in..." she instructed firmly towards the door.
Daniel
looked over to the heavy
wooden door as it slowly creaked open, aware of his nudity and the
arrival of some mystery third party. His breathing was still
laboured, but more under control, along with his dissipating need to
pee. That need had been replaced by the tingling and throbbing
sensation warping through his erect penis. It felt warm and tickly in
it's own right and seemed to cry out for attention. He was about to
protest to Charley and request that his modesty be concealed.
Charley
clicked her fingers twice
in Daniel's direction, casting a spell. He didn't realise straight
away, but his voice had been replaced with the sounds of a cat once
more.
The boy
watched in disbelief as
Portia entered the room, wearing an outfit very similar to what
Charley wore. Instead of red stitched embroidery to her black
knickers and bra, it was coloured a more pastel powder blue. She
looked every bit as pretty as he remembered from the hospital
incident and from what Martin had continued to describe in their
Skype calls. He blushed when he saw her looking at him and saw her
raise her eyebrows and smile at his bondage and in particular, down
at his boyish erection pointing treacherously in her direction.
Looking
away in shame from her
victorious eyes, Daniel noticed Portia's riding boots, black, shiny
and clean covering her feet and stretching up to just below her knee
caps... But then his attention was quickly grabbed by what the
oriental looking girl was holding in her right hand... it looked like
a dog lead.
"Come on
boy..." Portia
announced, looking back into the doorway and tugging gently on the
lead. Daniel gasped in shock when he saw his friend Martin shuffle
into the room, naked as the day he was born and with the dog lead
attached around his hairless, yet enraged looking erection and
scrotum.
The two boys exchanged embarrassed and
empathetic glances at each other, clearly unsettled at being naked
and in some sort of restraint in each other's presence and in front
of their respective young female 'handlers.' Martin looked
particularly nervous to be back in such close proximity to his
original tormentress, Charley. He eyed her with unease and suspicion.
"Don't be shy," Portia
addressed Martin softly. "Say hello..."
"Neigghhh..."
Martin
spoke, like a horse and then blushed scarlet like a beetroot, aware
of how silly he must have looked and sounded. Charley had to stifle a
merciless giggle in Martin's direction as she admired the state that
Martin was in and the handiwork of her protégé.
"And Danny, say hello to our guests
too won't you?" Charley insisted playfully, reaching out and
stroking along Daniel's upper thigh.
"Meow..." Daniel mewled like a
sorry-sounding tom-cat, his blushes equaling those of his friend and
turning his head away in embarrassment. He felt so silly making such
animal noises and he wanted the ground to open right up for him to
fall into.
"Mmmm, it's
a shame yours
isn't hung like a horse..." Charley remarked dismissively to her
friend, while pointing down towards Martin's modest yet firm
erection. The two girls laughed out loud, making the two boys feel
quite ashamed and inferior. "Bring Martin over here... I want to
see which has the bigger willy..."
With that, Portia gleefully led Martin
by the leash around his cock to the centre of the room and to
Daniel's left hand side.
"Well?" Portia asked. "Which
do you think is bigger?"
"Well, I am a bit of an expert in
this area," Charley announced proudly, "but it is difficult
without a ruler obviously." She bent down in front of Martin and
examined his erection, gently pulling it one way, then the other and
rolling it between her fingers. Martin gasped at Charley's touch and
shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, no doubt recalling some of
the previous experiences he had suffered at the girl's hands.
"Mmmmgghhh,"
Martin
grimaced and fought the desire to flee her grasp as Charley rubbed
her thumb over his exposed glans, and inspected him closely.
"Good boy
Martin,"
Charley praised. "I always like a boy who holds still while he
is being examined. Portia has been teaching you well it seems..."
Charley then moved her attention to Daniel and stooped to firmly grab
hold of his erection next. Taking it between her fingers, she could
already see that his penis was reddening at the tip, crying out for
more attention from her and about to leak some sort of pre-ejaculate.
"Steady boy," Charley soothed, sensing that Daniel was
dazed and near panic given this escalation of events. He couldn't
believe his friend was here too, in the same situation as him, and at
the same time. This had never happened before. It was shocking.
"Meow!!"
Daniel
protested weakly, feeling it best to let the girl do what she wanted
to do as she examined his rigid young sex. The muscle at the base of
his penis flexed in her hand, allowing the first droplet of sexual
moisture to leak from the tip. The moment was not lost on Charley and
she gently pealed his foreskin down to uncover the enraged glans of
his cock. How it tingled.
Happy that
Daniel was being
'presented' at his best, Charley briefly praised him, and then stood
up again to join Portia in front of the two boys. The girls freely
admired and compared both boys in turn, switching their attention
repeatedly from Daniel to Martin and whispering quietly to each
other.
“With the
presented 'evidence'
on offer," Charley began brightly, "it is pretty clear to
me that Daniel, my sweetheart, is the winner… He's got the biggest
willy. Just like Easter Sunday, hmmmm? Boys?” The two girls giggled
between each other, and despite being declared 'the winner' in the
biggest willy contest, Daniel felt no more pleasure and certainly no
less humiliation than his friend Martin did.
"It's great
news too Martin,
that you have decided to join us," Charley suddenly announced.
"You and Portia make a lovely couple and I am sure that you will
both have a great time together... and what happened between you and
me, well, it's nothing personal. Welcome, slave boy Martin..."
Daniel was shocked again. Had he heard
Charley correctly?
"Meow?!"
Daniel sounded,
trying to understand what Charley had just said. Was it true? Had
Martin given in and fallen for Portia? Forever? What had he done?
Would they still be friends?
"Neiiigghhh!
Neeeiiiighhh!"
Martin tried to sound to his friend, but could not speak the words he
wanted to say. Daniel could only surmise that it was 'sorry,' or
'help me,' that his friend was trying to say.
"Quiet
boys," Charley
commanded sharply, and both of them obeyed. Charley then continued
more softly, "this is good news, we should all be happy since
this is a whole new beginning for Martin."
"He's been
a really good
boy," Portia said proudly. "We are so in love, aren't we
Martin?" She turned her attention in his direction, as did
Charley and Daniel. Martin softly grunted and nodded his head meekly,
trying to hide a bashful smile. "It's going to be wonderful..."
Daniel was
shell-shocked, this was
all happening so fast. He didn't know what had happened to his
friend, but he had seemingly given himself, forever, to Portia. And
she was leading him around with a leash attached to his genitals...
It was so confusing, and so crazy and so... well Daniel couldn't find
the words. He didn't know whether to be afraid for his friend, or
embarrassed or happy or what. Did he need to tell Martin's
Grandmother? His parents? Or even the Police?
"If you
need anything,"
Portia began again, distracting Daniel from his concerns, "we'll
be in the stable block... Martin's been a very good boy and finished
his drink and he's about ready to meet the new stable girls, aren't
you?" Portia walked calmly over to his position and tightened
her hold on the leash attached to his rampant looking young genitals.
"Josie, Stephanie and Melissa are eager to meet their new
pony-boy..."
"Neiigghh," Martin whinnied
softly, allowing the girl to take full control of him. Both girls bid
each other farewell and Portia led Martin confidently out of the
room.
"Meow!!" Daniel protested,
wanting the opportunity to say goodbye to his friend, for all he knew
for the last time.
"Daniel,
shhhhh..."
Charley commanded, moving into position at his side. "He'll be
fine..." The wooden door closed with a menacing thud of
impending isolation. "And so will you..." She gently
stroked his arm and comforted him, aware that he was feeling a kind
of bereavement in amongst all of the other emotions spinning through
his mind in different directions. Daniel felt lost...
"Wasn’t
that a nice
surprise hmmmm?” Charley whispered, breathing into Daniel’s ear
and trying to make him feel better. “So nice of our friends to drop
by like that… Now where were we?"
"Meow..."
Daniel
whimpered meekly. Upon hearing him, Charley giggled and walked back
over to the wooden cabinet in the corner and began rummaging around
again.
"Oh yes...
I remember, I was
going to play with your 'little' willy..." Charley confirmed
confidently. Quickly finding what she was looking for, Charley once
again turned on the spot and returned to stand in front of Daniel,
presenting to him and bottle of baby lotion. “Remember how good
this made you feel when we played with Laura? Hmmmm?”
And Daniel
did remember...
recalling how the two girls had changed his nappy and treated him
like a baby, covering his private parts in powder and lotion and
making him tingle... and making him cum... The girls had abused him,
humiliated him and embarrassed him... but they had also made him feel
good, in the end. When he was with Charley, it always felt good 'in
the end...' It was a lesson he had experienced many times before
now... what Charley and the other girls did, ALWAYS felt good 'in the
end.'
'Should I
do what Martin did?'
Daniel briefly questioned in his mind. 'Should I join too? Will it
always feel good? Fucking hell Martin... what have you done? And what
am I going to do? What should I do?'
Daniel gulped as he watched Charley pop
the lid on the bottle of baby lotion, listening to the raspberry
drizzle sound as the lotion squirted out into the palm of her hand.
There was a lot... He tensed his body and held his breath in
anticipation of her making contact with him.
"Be a good boy for me... and you
will enjoy this," Charley soothed, finally allowing the slippery
palm of her lotion covered hand to place itself on his hairless
pubis.
"Mmmmggghhh,"
Daniel
sighed, allowing his breath to flow outwards as Charley's hand
sensually began to rub the lotion across the top of his groin over
the area where his smattering of pubic hair should still be. Her hand
was colder than it had been when she had examined him before, the
cooling nature of the baby lotion not lost on the boy's aroused and
heightened sexual senses.
"Yeah..."
Charley
cooed... "Baby boy likes this... Hmmmmm?" Pausing briefly
to apply more lotion to her hand, the commanding young girl resumed
her activity, allowing her very slippery lotion covered palm to
gently close around Daniel's stiff and attentive young erection.
"Mmmgggghhhh...
Aggghhhhh..."
Daniel purred and breathed, feeling the sexual stimulation tingling
through his young cock as Charley gently squeezed it and smeared the
lotion all around and along it's length. It felt good... Daniel knew
it... and Daniel was accepting it.
Charley
tightened her grip
slightly as her hand returned for the fourth or fifth time to the
base of his cock. She felt the muscle inside flex automatically,
surrendering to her firmer touch. It was a reflex out of the boy's
control and now, within hers.
Daniel's
mind was buzzing with the
pleasure that Charley was affording him, feeling her lotion covered
hand pulling and squeezing along the length of his rigid boyhood,
feeling her gently wanking him... milking him and taming him.
"Mmmmmm," Daniel sighed as he
felt Charley remove her hand from his penis.
"Don't you
worry baby boy,"
Charley whispered soothingly, "I need a little more lotion for
my little soldier..." With that, Daniel watched Charley apply
even more lotion to her palm, the bottle making another 'rasp' as the
contents seemingly ejaculated into her hand with a series of short
spurts. The captive boy nearly giggled, such was the irony.
"Mmmmggghhh..."
Daniel
murmured like a hypnotised toy as Charley's hand resumed contact with
his private parts and applied a copious amount of slippery, gooey
baby lotion. This time, her attention focused on his puffy little
furrowed scrotum, the little bag of sensitive skin containing his two
pubescent testicles. Gently, her hand fondled the velvety feeling
bag, smearing the lotion all around the front and back surfaces,
taking time to gently cup each testicle and gently squeeze them.
"Yeah..." Charley whispered
softly. "That's better isn't it Danny boy? You're being so
good... and Charley's making everything feel all better now hmmmm?"
Her hand gently squeezed his nuts in a sensual, slippery massage,
occasionally tugging the sac downward and making sure to cover the
entire surface with the soothing, lubricating liquid.
"Mmmmggghhh..." Daniel purred
in relaxed, pleasure centred rapture, enjoying the sensations that
Charley was gifting to him through his genitals.
"Danny boy loves me, hmmmm?"
she cooed, sensing acknowledgement from within him, reading his
thoughts. "Danny loves being my slave boy hmmm?"
'Yesssssss,'
Daniel spoke through
his mind, closing his eyes and succumbing to his feelings and those
of Charley's hands around his private parts.
"And Danny
likes it when a
girl plays with his horny little willy like this hmmmm?"
'Yesssss...
I like it... it
feels... shameful at first... really naughty and horrible... and
then...'
"And my baby boy likes it when he's
powerless to stop it hmmmm?" Charley continued to sooth and
tease him.
'Mmmmm...
yessss...' Daniel
continued to respond in his mind. Her attention returned to a slow,
deliberate masturbation of his penis, demonstrating just how slippery
she had made it with the lotion. She repeatedly drew his foreskin
back and forth over the tip, heightening his arousal and feeding on
his emotions... 'Mmmmm, Charley that feels good...' His mind
wandered, while Charley continued to listen to his thoughts... 'She's
playing with my cock... my willy... my little willy... She's a
girl... she's in charge... She's making my willy tingle... It's
nice... and good... She's pretty... I love her...'
"And what
about when Charley
teases you, or tickles you and takes off your clothes? Mmmmm? Or when
I've got you all to myself like this, and you can't escape? What
about that?"
'I feel
ashamed... Mmmmmm... it
feels scary... it feels naughty... it shouldn't happen... Girls
shouldn't be able to do that... I don't want to be weak and
powerless... but I can't help it... I can't stop it... it's
humiliating... it makes me feel embarrassed to be a boy sometimes
when I am with you...' Daniel reasoned as Charley continued to
masturbate him gently enough to keep him safely away from any sort of
climax. 'I don't know... or understand... Mmmmm, how I feel...'
"But you know it always feels good
in the end? Hmmmm?"
'Yesssss...
it's horrible
sometimes... but always feel good... in the end...'
"Some
things are just...
necessary Daniel..." Charley whispered more quietly this time.
"When you're with me, girls are always in charge... Girls will
always rule... It's just the way things are..." Charley squeezed
Daniel's penis tightly to remind him, and then carried on her
masturbation as she had previously. "But you don't have to let
it make you feel bad... just let it happen... I understand fully why
you might feel ashamed... or embarrassed... I would too... I think...
But it always feels good in the end... remember that... it could be
great... you and me... just like Portia and Martin..."
'Mmmmm,
that feels good... I like
it a lot when you are nice to me... when you play with me nicely...
like this... this feels good...' Daniel's mind had blocked out the
feeling of shame and humiliation of being fully naked, on display and
tied down to the wooden frame, instead focusing solely on the
wonderful Charley and the sensations he felt in his cock...
Once more,
Charley's hands parted
company with Daniel's dick, leaving it standing proud, unabashed and
with an eager look about it. For a twelve year old boy, it was
impressive, partly thanks to Charley's expertise, and partly due to
her 'special' drink...
Daniel
opened his eyes again and
watched Charley as she poured even more of the baby lotion into her
hands and moved out of sight, behind him.
"Meow?" Daniel mewled weakly,
but Charley didn't respond. Quickly, he felt the cool hands of his
conqueress applying lotion to his vulnerable buttocks, both hands
kneading them like small loaves of doughy bread mixture. It was a
calming sensation for Daniel and he allowed his eyes to close again
as he focused on the pleasure that Charley was giving him.
It did not
take long for Charley
to cover his buttocks in the lotion and ever so slowly, her hands
began to reach lower and lower until she was working the lotion into
the back of his thighs... Another pause, and the powerless boy heard
Charley shake the bottle of lotion and then the noise...
"Mmmmghhhh!"
Daniel
gasped, feeling a spray of lotion splatter coldly at the base of his
back and at the top side of his buttocks. He could feel the lotion
quickly warm on his aroused and sensitive skin as it slowly oozed
down the bottom of his back and down into the exposed, secret crack
of his bottom. "Mmmmggghhh... meow <that tickles>"
Daniel sounded. From behind him, Charley elicited a satisfied giggle
as she reveled at his expected reaction.
Charley's
hand resumed it's
intimate contact with Daniel's body, surprising him by gripping his
scrotum again, feeling her fingers probe, fondle, caress and gently
tug on the sensitive little sac of wrinkled, aroused flesh. Charley
danced her fingers behind his scrotum, tickling the back side of the
sac, like the peacock feather had done previously...
Daniel breathed hard, feeling his
heartbeat begin to race with his sexual arousal. He felt her slippery
index finger rubbing back and forth along his perineum, stimulating
parts of his body just inside that he didn't know existed. Fingering
him there, Charley sensed that he was very close to orgasm, so she
demonstrated her expert control and moved her finger, swiping it
along the crack of his bottom and into the fresh gloopy lotion at the
bottom of his back.
Having
collected more of the
lotion on her fingers, she deviously snaked her index finger back
down into the valley between his buttocks, seeking her target by
moving her finger round and round, gradually working closer to his
puckered, timid little anus.
'Nnnnghhhh...
not there Charley...
please!' Daniel sounded, begging Charley not to assault him there.
'It's... Mmmm... Nooooo... it's naughty... you mustn't... not my
bum...' He tried to clench his bottom cheeks tight together to try
and fend off this latest invasion of his privacy, but the way he was
tied to the frame meant that it was impossible. He realised that the
way in which he was secured, he could actually feel just how
vulnerable and open his bottom was to 'attack.'
"Shhhhh, baby boy..." Charley
whispered soothingly as her slippery index finger continued to circle
agonisingly and teasingly around his anus. "I promised to make
you feel good... wait and see..." Charley sensed that Daniel's
sphincter was shut tight and it was a matter of waiting for the right
time where his body relaxed and accepted her attention to that part
of him.
After a few
seconds, Daniel took a
fresh breath and Charley took that moment when his lower body relaxed
to centre her fingertip right on his anus... and pushed...
"Mmmmgghhh!"
Daniel
grunted and squirmed as much as he could as he felt the invasive
girlish finger enter his anus and begin wriggling itself inside...
'Oh my god Charley, STOP...' Daniel protested in his mind. 'That's so
naughty... Nooooo... don't touch me there... please... it's
private... that's my bum... she's... inside my bum... nooooo! Ohhh
god... a girl's got her finger in my bum... Ngggggghhhh!!'
"Awwwww... good boy... I can tell
it feels good hmmmm?" Charley teased, her lotion covered finger
sliding easily in and out of his sensitive young bottom. "It's
going all the way in and out... in and out..."
'Ohhhh...
please don't...' Daniel
continued to protest, riding the probing finger as best he could.
He'd never felt anything quite like it before in his life... Sure, it
was embarrassing knowing that a girl was fingering his bottom... But
he couldn't disguise the pleasurable sensations he was feeling back
there as she worked her finger slowly in and out of his bottom
repeatedly.
Occasionally, Charley's finger stopped
moving in and out and just wriggled inside, making Daniel renew his
efforts to squirm and react to the sensations. It felt so naughty, he
felt so weak and vulnerable as she fingered him... but it was making
him feel sexual pleasure and making him feel good.
Just as Daniel's weakening protests were
about to diminish completely, Charley pulled her finger out of the
boy's bottom, giving him a strange sensation as she did so. She was
still out of his view, but re-appeared directly in front of him.
"It's
always awkward at
first... but you will get used to it," she said warmly. Daniel
just looked back at her in disbelief, his face crimson, but his
genitals indicating undeniable excitement. "But there's more..."
With that, Charley walked slowly over to the cabinet in the corner of
the room and opened one of the drawers at the front...
Turning back to Daniel, she walked over
to him and showed him what it was in her hand. Daniel had no idea
what it was... it looked like a small pink egg with a wire sprouting
from one end and leading to a small plastic box with what looked like
a dial on it.
"Meow? <what's that?>"
Daniel sounded quietly, wanting to trust Charley, but unsure as to
what Charley had in store for him.
"This..."
Charley began,
"is really neat... I'm sure you'll like it... in the end..."
She held the device closer to Daniel's face so he could see the
detail more clearly. "It's an egg... of sorts..." She
turned the dial on the plastic box and the egg began to make a feint
buzzing noise as it began to vibrate.
"Meow?
<but what is it
for?>" Daniel asked curiously as Charley held the vibrating
egg in her hand, allowing him to see it vibrate and jiggle slightly
within her palm.
"Well
Danny..." Charley
mused, trying to find the best way to explain it to her young male
slave boy. "Normally, women like things that vibrate... and they
put them inside their... cunny..." She turned the device off and
stood a little further back from Daniel, observing his reaction. Her
words had not registered with the boy, such was his innocence.
"But... this egg is my gift to you today..." she finished,
leaning in and stroking his forehead.
'But... I
haven't got a... va...
cunny...' Daniel confirmed in his mind naively to Charley. He watched
Charley squirt a small amount of the baby lotion onto the tip of the
egg and then it struck him just what was in store...
"Meeeeoeooowwww!!"
he
protested vehemently. A finger inside his bottom was just about
becoming tolerable, but this... thing... 'You can't!!! Nooooo way!
Stop it...' He continued his displeasure as Charley smirked and moved
behind him and out of view.
"Shhhh... It's okay..."
Charley giggled, trying to sound soothing and comforting. "Trust
me..." But Daniel's mewling objection was unabated as his timid
young body trembled at the 'horror' of what he thought was awaiting
him.
"Nnnnghhhh..." Daniel
whimpered as he felt one of Charley's hands position itself palm-flat
to the bottom of his back. He tightened as many different muscles in
his body as he could and took a deep breath to brace himself.
'Noooooo! Please Charley... I don't want...'
Then
suddenly, the cool tip of the
egg made contact between his buttocks, Charley guiding it quickly to
his anus. The boy's nervous whimper became a gasp, guttural
resignation. 'Nooooo... don't Charley... please stop it...' he
sounded in his mind, begging his tormentress to stop. 'Please don't
hurt me... I'll be good... I promise... oh help... Please...'
Charley was
in rapture at the
boy's reactions... feeding greedily on his shame. With the egg
nudging at the dark pinky-brown star of his anus, she pushed the
slippery tip up into the opening, so wonderfully lubricated by the
baby lotion some moments previously. Despite Daniel's desperate
determination to hold his sphincter shut tight, the baby lotion did
it's job and the girl found that the tip of the egg quite
effortlessly slipped inside the boy's bottom, closely followed by the
remainder of the egg...
Daniel was
in shock... aware of
the curious feelings that the invading egg provided. He had felt the
egg being pushed into his bottom, and somehow, the muscles 'back
there' had welcomed the invader, even sucked it inside... and he felt
the muscles shut tight once the egg had found it's destination... His
own body had betrayed him again and now it wouldn't let the egg go.
'Nooooo!'
Daniel protested in his
mind. 'Get it out... stop it... Agggghhhh... Charley please... stop
it...' He squeezed his eyes shut tight when he felt Charley pull
gently on the wire leading from the controller to the egg itself,
emphasising just how securely snug inside his bottom that the egg
actually was being held by his own muscles.
"There, there... Danny,"
Charley whispered loud enough over his whimpering. "That's not
so bad is it?" She took time to stroke his back and across his
buttocks in an attempt to calm her subject down. "I did say for
you to trust me hmmmm? It really doesn't hurt does it?"
"Meeoow!"
Daniel replied
in a bluster. 'Please... don't do this...' He felt so humiliated to
have something so... invasive... and rude... and 'designed for women'
up his bottom. He was scared, and blushing profusely when Charley
re-appeared in front of him, having passed the controller for the
device through his legs, feeling the wire tickling the inside of his
upper thigh.
"Relax Danny..." Charley
cooed. "I promised to make you feel good... and I will..."
With those words, she held the dial up so that Daniel could see what
she was doing. He watched curiously with dismay and confusion on his
face, wondering, worrying what it would feel like when she finally
switched it on. He made such an incongruous sight as he waited in his
restraints, a rigid young erection still pointing straight out in
compliance with the girl's wishes and with an egg device up his
bottom waiting to do who knows what to him.
When Daniel saw Charley about to turn
the dial on the controller, he gasped and mewled like a helpless
kitten, bracing himself with a deep breath and tensing his muscles,
particularly those at his bottom. His feet clenched their toes
together tightly as he awaited the 'horror' to begin.
"Here
goes..." Charley
announced brightly, like a child about to control a toy train for the
first time. She turned the dial slowly, and nothing happened at
first. Daniel closed his eyes firmly shut, convinced that this was
going to be a most stressful and agonising ordeal. Charley turned the
dial a little bit more, and all of a sudden, Daniel felt it...
"Mmmmggghhh!!"
he gasped
as the faint, tell tale 'buzzing' began from inside his quivering
bottom, the egg had been awakened. He had expected to feel pain for
reasons only known to him. But it wasn't pain he was feeling... it
was a mild, tickling, buzzing feeling. A tickle he couldn't brush
off. 'Nooooo. Please Charley... it's naughty... stop it... please!!'
He was blushing crimson as he tried to deny the contradictory
feelings and sensations emanating from his bottom.
As Charley
delicately ramped up
the power from the controller to the vibrating love egg inside
Daniel's bottom, the helpless boy recoiled to it's tingling presence.
He sighed and gasped as his body felt things previously unknown,
unexplored. He wanted to squirm away from the egg, escape it's
teasing intent. Deep within himself, he felt the buzzing resonance,
that connected his sexual stimulation from the extreme rear of his
anus, through parts of his innards that he didn't know could be
tickled, and through his testicles and prominently erect penis. It
was making him feel... giddy... and good.
Having
reached a medium power
setting and happy that the device was doing exactly what she wanted
it to, Charley placed the controller down onto the small ornate table
to Daniel's right and turned once more to address the boy with a
playful smile.
"Now that
feels nice doesn't
it? Daniel, hmmmm?" Charley enthused softly, taking time to
stroke the boy's dampened forehead. He didn't respond other than to
try and squirm and wriggle away from his bondage, and the invasive
vibrating egg inside his bottom. She grinned at the boy's futility.
He hated to admit that despite everything, the egg was stimulating
him, beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was scary, it was
embarrassing, but it was devilishly good.
Gently,
Charley took Daniel's
rigid little erection in her hand and began to stroke him up and down
along his length. Back and forth, teasingly masturbating him,
heightening his sexual pleasure and his feelings of powerlessness and
shame. She could sense exactly just how much pleasure this experience
was providing the boy while she fed upon his emotions.
"Mmmmmm," Daniel mewled as
Charley continued to wank him softly back and forth, allowing him to
grow into his heightened sexual stimulus. 'Ohhhh, Charley... Mmmmmm,'
he sounded in his mind. 'Why do you do this to me? It feels...'
"I know it
feels good, my
sweet treasure," Charley whispered. "I've told you from the
start, I really don't want to hurt you... You have to trust me...
Hmmmmm?" Her fingers gripped his shaft a little tighter,
applying more vigor to her masturbation of him, leading him towards
the cusp of climax.
'Mmmmm,
Charley... you're going to
make me... Ohhh god... I'm going to cum soon,' Daniel mused in his
head.
"I know poppet..." Charley
whispered, empathising with him as he rode her ministrations. "Boys
just can't help it I guess..." And sensing that he was near to
climax, she softened her grip and slowed down the pace of her
actions, allowing the vibrating egg to dominate his feelings,
dragging him back from the edge of his needed release.
And so
began a long journey of
sustained sexual excitement for Daniel, as the device inside his
bottom continued to vibrate and tickle his insides. Charley slowly,
then quickly and then slowly again wanked him to and from the edge of
his orgasm. She was teasing him... time after time, leading him to
the edge of release, only to pull him back into his place. She was
controlling him... And Daniel, had no choice but to submit...
"Mmmmm..."
Daniel whined
softly, feeling Charley bring him back from the edge of climax for
what must have been the tenth time. 'Please Charley... make me feel
good... it feels... dizzy inside... I feel so weak... Soooo...
Mmmmggghhh... Oh god, the buzzing inside...'
"Awwww..."
Charley
soothed. "I know poppet... and I will make you feel good... I
promise." With that, she stopped her masturbation of him and
focused on the tip of his cock. Firmly, she tugged back his slippery
foreskin and watched the angry looking, purple-red glans when it
appeared with a silent, satisfying 'pop' as the skin fully retracted.
Though
obviously Daniel was tiring
physically, his cock was showing the paradoxical desire for more
attention, fully erect, needy of release and demanding stimulation -
the effects of the drink still very much apparent through the various
appendages between his legs. Charley noticed the glistening
pre-ejaculate coating the small bulbous head of his cock. She grazed
along the underside of his shaft with her fingernail, along to the
sensitive little frenulum connecting his glans to his foreskin. She
tickled over it several times with her fingernail, making Daniel gasp
and try to wriggle away from her touch once more.
"Nnnnghhhh..."
he mewled
helplessly, lost in his arousal and his shame. 'Oooohh Charley...
that tickles... Mmmmm... please make it good... Ohhhh god... I feel
so tired... Charley's being naughty... Mmmmmm... Ohhhh yes... I want
to cum... Mmmmm, play with me... play with my willy...'
"Does that feel good little slave
boy?" Charley teased, using her fingertips to massage the head
of his penis, coating her fingers with the boyish juices of his
arousal.
'Mmmmmm,
yessss Charley... It
feels... good... Ohhh god...' he was breathing hard, feeling the
butterflies of nervous excitement thrumming inside his tummy, while
the vibrating egg continued it's delicious war dance inside his
bottom. He looked down briefly to what Charley was doing, dazed by
his sexual arousal. Drunk almost...
'Close your
eyes for me...'
Charley whispered without moving her lips. The boy breathed deeply
and obeyed her, reacting to her ongoing massage of his glistening
glans. 'Such a sweet, horny little boy...' She let go of his penis,
smiling knowingly as it bobbed slightly in front of her, a sight that
reminded her just how funny looking and vulnerable boys really
were... The satisfied 'young' girl giggled silently and moved her
fingers towards Daniel's mouth.
Daniel felt
her girlish fingers
trace over his lips and gasped with surprise. He even surprised
himself for instead of grimacing or pursing his lips together to keep
her probing digits out, he tentatively pushed his tongue out and
tasted the slightly salty moisture that coated them. His arousal had
stifled his inhibitions...
"That's
what you taste like,"
Charley whispered softly. "My horny little slave boy... Hmmmm?"
'Mmmmggghhh...
I can't believe I'm
doing this...' Daniel sounded in his mind. 'It's so naughty... and...
Ohhhh god... I should be disgusted... I should be ashamed... But it
tastes okay... I think... Ohhh Charley... What is happening to me?'
But he received no answer other than a girlish giggle as she removed
her fingers from his mouth and resumed her grip of his erection,
tugging the foreskin back into place and covering his glans.
Slowly,
Charley began to stroke
along his shaft again, restarting her masturbation of her young
prisoner. Daniel had never experienced such a prolonged erection and
such continuous stimulation of his genitals. He was finding it to be
very hard work, succumbing to his young mistress' teasing actions. He
felt humiliated that he wanted Charley to make him cum, to make him
feel good, to make him feel that sacred moment of pleasure where he
felt so good, yet leave him feeling so embarrassed, weak and
inferior...
"Beg me
slave boy..."
Charley announced curtly, assuming a more authoritarian tone and
tightening her grip on his penis. "Beg Princess Charley of all
Asia to make you cum..."
'Please Princess Charley,' Daniel
sounded silently. 'Please make me cum...'
"And how is Princess Charley to
make you cum? Hmmmmm?" she retorted firmly, deliberately using
long, slow strokes to lead Daniel back onto the path towards needful
gratification.
'By... playing with my penis, Princess
Charley...' Daniel responded as best he could, reacting to the
quickening strokes of Charley's hand around his cock and the
never-ending buzzing in his bottom caused by that naughty little egg.
"But I might just stop,"
Charley announced mischievously, letting go of his penis. "I
might play with these a little, instead," and with that, her
hand moved to cup his scrotum and gently squeeze the immature little
treasures inside. The teasing pleasure that the girl was providing
was agonising for the boy, constantly getting so near to climax and
then being dragged back from the brink time after time. Made all the
worse by the fact that his erection would just not subside, such was
the influence of the 'special drink.' "Hmmm, I have your two
little balls in my hand and you have that silly buzzing egg up your
bottom... I'm a Princess, I'm a girl... and you're just my horny
little slave boy... I could play with you all day and all night...
and all tomorrow too... How would you like that?"
'Ohhhh Charley, nooooo!' he replied
silently. 'Please... I couldn't take that... I need to cum soon... I
am begging you... Please do it to me... Please Princess Charley...'
"Okay then..." Charley said
demurely. "You asked for it..." With that, her fingers left
Daniel's testicles and returned to grip the length of his little
erection. Taking hold like she would if she were holding an ice cream
cone, she began a fast paced back and forward movement of her
fingers... deliberately wanking him now.
"Mmmmmm..."
Daniel
sighed as he felt his arousal beginning to build once more, and
building quickly. 'The buzzing in my bottom... the taste on her
fingers... my Princess controlling my willy... Ohhhh god... It's so
naughty... I don't know what to do anymore... mummy... ohhhhh...'
Faster and tighter Charley masturbated
her young slave boy. A matter of seconds was all it took to propel
Daniel to the edge of enforced sexual climax.
'Ohhhhh Charley... thank you,' Daniel
thought aloud to his pretty mistress. He knew his sensitive young
body had reached the point of no return as the tickling electric
feeling of unbridled lust began to leap from his loins to the tip of
his sex... It was starting...
"Yeah...
good boy..."
Charley praised as though she were addressing an enthusiastic puppy.
"Show Princess Charley what you got in that funny little bag
down there..." As she teased him and wanked him, his body began
to tighten and he started trembling. His body was out of control as
his orgasm took hold of him.
'Ohhhh god... it's soooo naughty...
She's made me tingle and cum... Charley's made me cum... wanked me...
so weak... playing with my willy... girls in charge... naughty little
boy... funny little bag...' As his body tensed and flexed, his
ejaculate shot forth from the tip of his cock wetly in a rain of
climactic joy and relief... Daniel felt this was the best it had ever
felt, heightened by the circumstances he found himself in, her
teasing of him and the sensations caused in his bottom by the
vibrating egg...
Charley
giggled victoriously as
she watched and felt the boy's orgasm thunder through his body, and
in particular his cute young cock. Three big sticky spurts of his
preteen semen leapt in turn from the tip of his boy-sex, a sight that
Charley never grew bored of. Then several smaller, weaker spurts as
she continued to milk him through his climax.
Daniel was
riding down the other
side of his orgasm, but felt something different this time. There was
intense sensitivity in his penis... And he quickly realised that he
had little time to feel any relief, because Charley was still wanking
him. She didn't stop. It was making his body feel like jelly... Was
she ever going to stop?
"Meeoow!!" he called aloud,
momentarily forgetting that he had 'lost' his voice. 'Charley... stop
now... please... it feels...'
"Shhhhh!" Charley hushed him
softly. "I'm making you feel good remember... you begged me to
make you feel good...." And she continued to grip his penis
tightly and stroke her hand backwards and forwards, milking him.
'But
Charley.... Nggghhhhh... you
have to stop... I can't take it... PLEASE... it's too sensitive...
Nooooo...' But his pleas went unanswered as the girl renewed her
enthusiastic masturbation of his tortured cock. Normally, after
climax, Daniel knew that his penis would shrink back to it's normal
size to allow everything to 'cool down' and 'recover.' But his
erection was still as firm as it was when Charley had first given him
that drink... 'That drink... Ohhhh god please Charley... please make
it stop...'
And Charley reveled in Daniel's horror
as his arousal was maintained and he tried to squirm away from the
hyper-sensitive feelings in his cock.
'Plleaasee!! Mummy... help me!' Daniel
screamed in his mind. 'It's too much... it's too good... I can't...'
Sweat mounted on his brow, blushes spread across his face through
exertion and humiliation at what Charley, a girl, was doing to him.
His breathing became laboured and he felt as though he were heading
towards having some kind of fit. And all the while, Charley grinned
as she continued to 'play with his willy.'
It was emotional, sensual gluttony on
Charley's behalf as she giggled at the effect she was having on
Daniel.
"Come on Danny..." Charley
teased. "I know there's more in that little bag... show it to
me..."
Without having fully gotten over the
first orgasm, Daniel felt the stirrings of a second climax, this time
starting fully at the tip of his privates. His body tensed again and
muscles convulsed as he careered into orgasmic panic. His toes
strained, his hands gripped tightly as he clung on to his remaining
senses. It was tingling and tickling and buzzing like nothing he had
ever felt before... He felt he was going to die...
And
suddenly, he was climaxing
hard... but ejaculating weakly as milky white light surrounded him,
warming him, welcoming him. He felt himself falling... spinning
downward, through the air. Out of control as wind howled past his
ears and his orgasm tingled with intense pleasure...
--
"Daniel," a maternal voice
awoke him from his temporal slumber. "Whatever's happened?"
Daniel's
cock flexed and pleasure
still pulsed through his groin as he rode the tail end of his climax.
Upon hearing the voice, his eyes flicked open and registered that his
mother was standing over him. He was slow to recognise his
surroundings as his mother wittered on about him having feinted, but
then he identified the bookcase he was next to and the book he had
been studying when Charley had snared him again.
Lying on his front, he looked around
slowly and noticed that there were other people there, men, women,
girls and boys... all looking at him curiously to see what had
happened. He was relieved to know that he was fully clothed.
"Come on Daniel... Get up off the
floor," his mother commanded sternly, more concerned about
having made a scene in public. She offered her hand and Daniel
accepted, allowing her to help him to his feet.
"Ha haa!" a
young girl
of about ten called out and pointed down at Daniel's crotch. "He's
peed his pants!!" The other children present, including his
scornful younger sister giggled and pointed as well...
"Get those trousers off!" Mrs
Grainger commanded. "This instant young man... what a spectacle
you've made of me."
"But mother..." Daniel replied
in confusion, totally unsure what to make of everything. One minute
he was naked and tied to a wooden frame with a girl masturbating him,
the next minute he was back in the corridor where he had been looking
at a book, complete it seems with having wet his pants.
Red with
embarrassment and rage,
Mrs Grainger waited no longer and all too quickly unfastened Daniel's
belt and pulled his trousers down to his ankles right there on the
spot and before he could take any avoiding action. The girls and boys
in the watching audience continued to laugh and point when it was
revealed that Daniel was not even wearing underpants...
"Wow! Look
at his willy!"
another young girl in the crowd giggled, brushing away her mother's
hand when it tried to cover her eyes... "I want to see..."
"Oh my god,
he's got a
boner!" one of the boys chimed in, his mother turning to him and
half threatening to clout his ear.
It was
Daniel's turn to blush as
he realised that somehow he had really lost his underpants and he was
now standing with his trousers at his ankles and with his privates on
parade for everyone to see, including his victorious looking little
sister. Worse, he was still erect as a consequence of Charley's
special drink. He tried in vain to cover as much as he could with his
hands. Could things get any worse?
His mother
was speechless, not
knowing what to say or think, and his sister just stared and bit her
lip to quell her joy at seeing her brother's privates, so rudely on
display... Then something else drew her inquisitive attention...
"What's that buzzing?" Chloe
Grainger piped up, reluctantly and temporarily moving her attention
away from her brother's exposed bits and bobs. As Daniel stood still
like a rabbit in the headlights of a fast approaching car, everyone
looked to see where the buzzing noise was coming from...
"There!"
Mrs Grainger
announced curiously, looking down and pointing at the trousers pooled
around Daniel's ankles. Chloe saw it too and moved in to pick it
up...
"It looks
like an egg mummy,"
Chloe announced, having difficulty in picking it up as it was
vibrating and buzzing. She showed it to her mother. "Euch! It's
all sticky..."
"Daniel Grainger... what on earth
has gotten into you?"
There then
came the discovery that
Daniel had not in fact wet his pants... well, not with urine anyway.
His mother (and his grinning daughter) was sure that there would have
to be some serious explaining to do when they got home... What on
earth was a 12 year old boy doing with a 'vibrating egg?' And of
course, the question remained as to why he had not been wearing
underpants...
How was
Daniel going to explain
what couldn't be explained? Nobody would believe him, would they?
In the car
journey back home,
sitting without his trousers on with only a handkerchief covering his
modesty from his ogling sister, Daniel could not think of anything
more embarrassing than the events that had transpired over the last
few hours.
He wished he was still with Charley...
that way, it would be just him and her... and that she would make him
feel good, in the end...
--
Postscript
-
There is a
fifth dimension beyond
which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as
timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and
shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit
of man’s
fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of
imagination. It is an area which we call, The Twilight Zone…
--
Daniel Grainger will return one
final time, in
Chapter 5... Do You Remember The First Time?
(The End)