The Village 4C
By TCP
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Copyright 2016 by TCP, all rights reserved
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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 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.
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The fourth (and a bit more of
a bit) chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip's world
continues to spin out of control now the dominant girls have two boys to play
with.
Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old... Known as 'Phillipa' during Club
time.
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip
and a veterinary practitioner.
Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and
owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'
Josie Roberts - thirteen years old, and Stephen's sister.
Stephen Roberts - eleven years old, Josie's brother. Known as
'Stephanie' during Club time.
Alison and Elizabeth Knight - ten years old, and twin sisters.
Caroline Forbes-Marsh - thirteen years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.
Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.
Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.
Chapter 4C -
History Class Continues...
Previously... in
The Village...
"I can point the scar out on all of those
pictures in the book I think... Miss Emma taught me a lot last night
<blush>..." I offered, hoping that instead of pointing out my own
genitals, I could demonstrate my knowledge using the pictures in the book,
diverting attention away from me for a while as an added bonus.
"No, no, you don't understand silly..."
Caroline smirked indignantly, amused with my innocent naivety. Suzanne was
beside herself with joy for a reason about to be revealed to me. "We can't
see where you're pointing if you use the pictures in the book, so we can't
really see if you're looking in the right place or pointing to the right place
either. No, what I want you to do is show us using Stephanie... examine his
raphe with your fingers, point everything out and talk us through what you can
see, and what you know... You may begin..."
Well there was a bombshell if ever there was one...
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I remained in my
place for a few seconds as Caroline's words began to sink in and the enormity
of my predicament became more clear. Broken down into the simplest denominator,
she had just asked me to touch another boy's penis... There was a sinking
feeling in my tummy, more so than having to take all my clothes off in front of
the girls... I gulped...
"But... Miss
Caroline... I..." I began quietly, looking with disbelief at her, then
more in hope as I looked at Emma... I was hoping that she (at least) would try
to get me out of this... It looked like she couldn't, my feelings of doom
worsening as she seemed to smirk slightly and roll her eyes theatrically. So I
looked back at Caroline... "But, he's a boy! I'd have to touch his...
w-"
"But of
course he's a boy..." Caroline giggled. "We've all established
that... come on... show us his scar."
"Miss
Caroline..." Stephanie joined in the protest. "Pl-please don't make
him... I d-don't want him to touch me there... not a b-boy!"
"Can't I show
you mine instead?" I asked Caroline with hope. "I mean... I'm a boy
too and... well, I can't touch another boy's penis... that's being g-"
"Why ever not
Phillipa?" Caroline asked more testily, quickly interrupting me and
snipping my protests at the bud. She was losing patience with me. "He
touched yours when you kissed him... so it's only fair isn't it?"
"But I
thought he was a girl then! Please... I can't... I can't touch another boy...
not there..."
"Please,
no!!" Stephanie whined. "It's not fair!"
"Nonsense..."
Caroline said, getting up out of her chair and moving across the hut to stand
in front of me. She crouched down with purpose, looking down at my stiff little
penis with amusement. I felt quite vulnerable in my 'sit' position and the
leader of the Girls' Empire so close to me. She reached out her hand and
gripped the shaft of my penis like she would hold a tennis racket... "It's
just skin Phillipa... It's nothing special..."
With that, her grip tightened quickly and I felt the growing pain...
<SQUEEZE>
"Arrrggghhhhh!
Please, don't!" I winced.
"Will you do
it? Or are we going to add to your punishment and get nasty?" Caroline
said, her tone one of pride that she could so easily bring me pain through my
vulnerable boy-genitals. <SQUEEZE...
SQUEEZE...>
"Ahhh,
ooouuuucchh! Please stop... Okay... okay, I'll do it... Miss Caroline... I'll
do it... Owwww!"
As quickly as I
agreed under duress like that, Caroline released her grip on my defenceless
cock. I felt so relieved that I let out a deep breath in a lengthy gasp. It had
been another reminder to me and all the girls watching, that a boy's penis was
like a self destruct button that girls could use to their infinite advantage.
Kind of a girl's 'nuclear solution' to make a boy obedient.
"Good boy...
that's better!" Caroline said, her voice having returned to a normal
cadence as she made her way back to the garden chair 'throne.' "Remember,
it's only skin... it's just a penis... it's nothing special... Now do it!"
"Noooo... please
don't make him touch me..." Stephanie whispered in horrified denial,
resigned to our mutual fate. "Not there... oh god... oh god..."
I got up from my
cushion and positioned myself at 'Stephanie's' side, my heart pulsing with
anticipated fear and horror, my cheeks returning to a crimson state of
embarrassment. Indeed, both of us boys were blushing scarlet as I approached
him and I caught his eye line... He looked like he could cry again at any
minute and I kind of empathised with him. I mouthed 'sorry' at him and then
adopted what I considered to be my most professional and clinical state of
mind...
'It's just skin
Phillipa... you can do it... it's only a penis, it's nothing special... Oh
god... he's a boy... it's his willy... you CAN'T
do it... It's gay!!' my mind spun with emotion. 'Come on Phillipa.. just get it
done... you obey girls now... you CAN
do it... It will only get worse if you don't... and you wonder what it will
feel like to touch another boy... don't you? Don't you?' I couldn't get Caroline's
voice out of my head... 'Oh gosh... please forgive me Stephen...'
I moved closer in
towards the other boy's side, as close as I dared without getting too close. I
mean, I wasn't gay, and I didn't want anything I did to look gay either... I
was doing this purely for the scientific advancement of the Club... Yes I know,
I was actually doing it for the amusement and sexual thrill of the girls... but
I had to rationalise things in my mind or I would never have moved off my
cushion and Caroline would still have been squeezing my penis. Hard.
I tentatively
reached out my hand, wondering where to actually start my task... I mean, how
do you grab hold of another boy's private parts and show the girls his perineal
raphe scar? Where would you start? Apart from having to touch another boy's
privates, the other scary thing was I had to give a convincing commentary. If I
didn't, I knew that the girls would only prolong the agony, and escalate the
humiliation for both Stephen and I. My hand was shaking with nerves and
anticipating the terrible act of making contact with another boy's penis... his
actual cock... that part of him that was private...
Wavering, I
retracted my hand before I touched him... I thought it best to begin with some
dialogue... kind of thinking that I should build up slowly before actually
having to touch his penis... or his ball bag...
"Errm...
This... oh gosh," I stammered quietly like a fool. "I mean... Stephen
is a boy... and-"
"His name is STEPHANIE... and we can see that he's a
boy, you dumb bed wetting wanker!" Suzanne scoffed icily, repositioning
herself to get a better view of us two boys, readying her camera. Oh god...
"Okay, okay
sis..." Caroline giggled. "There you go again... You don't have to be
so hard on the boys all the time you know? If you ever want to rule effectively
over boys, then you need to learn when and how best to assert your natural
authority over them. Come on, Phillipa is about to do something very brave for
us... let's listen and watch... we're girls, not savages remember..."
"Grrrr!"
Suzanne bristled, a little embarrassed at having been corrected by her older
sister. "They're just boys..."
she simmered quietly, almost under her breath.
"Please
continue Phillipa," Caroline said, encouraging me with an insistent nod.
"And speak up, deliver your presentation with confidence, like a girl...
like Emma did..."
'Miss Emma... Miss
Emma,' I thought, trying to give myself some confidence in this horrifying and
humiliating set piece. I looked at Emma, seeking some reassurance and she
smiled warmly at me and nodded her head for me to continue. She mouthed, 'go
on' at me... So I did...
"Sorry Miss
Caroline," I began more loudly, looking back towards the leader and taking
a deep breath... "This is Stephanie... and he's a boy... Between his legs,
he's just like me... He has a penis, here... and a ball bag called a scrotum...
there." Diligently, I pointed at the other naked boy's crotch indicating
the main apparatus for the benefit of the girls - not that they didn't know any
of this already, but I had to start somewhere. And by pointing, I was kind of
hoping that I wouldn't actually have to touch.
"Most boys
don't realise it, but... n-nature starts every baby inside their mummy's tummy
as a... girl... Every one of us ever
born... I mean... each baby, starts out as a girl. Each tiny baby that starts
to grow has identical looking p-private parts..." Gosh this was
embarrassing enough... "We all look like girls d-down there... There's
no... penis... and no balls either... I mean... t-testicles." My cheeks
burned and the girls giggled quietly at my bumbling explanation, smirking at
each other.
"After a few
weeks, as the baby continues to grow, nature makes a choice for the baby... The
best ones... the stronger ones, continue as g-girls... <blush> The weaker
ones... Errrm... the imperfect ones... well, they turn into boys..." I
hung my head in shame. I hated talking about the inferiorities of my gender
like this in front of the girls, despite the feelings I had in my privates... I
was wrestling with the notion that males were inferior... I really didn't want
to believe it... But it seemed to be the case and the more I learned from the
girls, the more I couldn't deny it.
"That's a
good start Phillipa," Caroline praised me, obviously pleased that I was so
convincing in what I was saying... speaking as though I believed it, even
though it was clearly difficult for me to admit it all and say it. "So
tell us about how a boy develops inside his mummy's tummy when nature has stopped
him from being a girl?"
"Errrmm, Miss
Caroline... everyone I mean... oh gosh..." It wasn't getting any easier...
"When the decision is made by nature to make a boy, the private parts that
would have been a girl's, start to change in order to make a penis and a ball
bag... a sc-scrotum... If the baby had continued to be a girl, then the lips of
her vagina... her la-labia, would fully grow... and sh-she would have a,
clitoris..." I swallowed and found my mouth dry.
"But
instead... on a boy... the lips of what would normally be her labia fuse
together to make a boy's penis and scrotum... Errrm... and instead of a
clitoris, the tip of a boy's penis... his glans, is formed... and it grows and
grows until it looks like this..." With that, I pointed again, right at
the tip of Stephanie's circumcised penis.
"Good
boy..." Caroline praised again... "So tell us, what's left
behind?"
"O-okay,
errrmm, when the boy's private parts are formed, with the... <blush> or
when the lips of what would become labia fuse together, it leaves behind a
little scar... It's a mark that reminds boys that they were once going to be
female... they were once going to be girls. But nature made us boys
instead...<blush> We weren't good enough to be girls..."
"And what's
it called?" Caroline asked brightly, enjoying my presentation like a keen
young feminist would. "Show us the scar on Stephanie... come on... don't
be shy... it's just skin remember..."
"Errrm... the
scar is called a raphe... a peri-pe-erin... errrm..."
"A 'perineal raphe' Phillipa," she
corrected me...
"Yes Miss
Caroline... that's it... It's called a raphe..." An then I did it... I
reached out and touched another boy's penis for the first time... My thumb and
index finger gently grasped Stephen's shaft, about half way down, below his
ribbon of enslavement...
"Ohhhggghh..."
Stephen gasped as quietly as he could. Boy or girl, a hand other than his own
still gave him some sensation obviously. I thought he was going to tense up and
try to wriggle away from me, but to his credit he held still. His face crimson,
his teeth gritted together. He didn't like it, or how it made him feel any more
than I did...
His penis felt
warm, soft and yet stiff at the same time, just like my own... a paradox of
tactile sensations. As I lifted the penis higher a little bit, the bell
attached to him gave a timid sounding 'tinkle.'
"All boys have
a raphe, even though most probably don’t know what it’s called. M-mostly, boys
and girls call the scar a 'seam' or a 'ridge...' Or just their 'scar.' On some
boys, the scar is more visible and easier to spot than on others... Like what
Emma showed us in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets earlier..."
With the index
finger of my other hand, I steeled myself and reached out to place it on the
front of Stephanie's scrotum... touching him softly there so as not to cause
him distress.
"Nnngghh,
ohhhh..." Stephanie sighed as my finger made contact with the finely
furrowed skin of his ball sac. "Oh god... this is wrong..." he
whispered to himself.
<click> went
the camera shutter of the SLR around Suzanne's neck... More horrible pictures
of me naked, only this time, touching another naked boy's penis. The sinking
feeling in my stomach never faded.
"This thin
line here, errrm... This is St-Stephanie's scar that proves that he was once a
girl... But he turned into a boy, just like me..." I said nervously,
beginning to run my finger gently along the little line of the raphe I was
demonstrating.
"Nnnghghhhh..."
Stephanie winced, the muscle at the base of his cock flexing suddenly, making
his shaft pulse and lurch in my fingers.
'Oh god... he's
going to hate me...' I thought...
"Errm...
<blush> It can be quite sensitive on some boys... I know mine is... after
Emma showed me last night..." I moved my fingertip back down to the base
of Stephanie's scrotum, and I could feel how soft and velvety his skin felt.
"A boy's
raphe extends down underneath the ball bag and back towards a boy's bum
hole..." I explained, tracing my finger underneath and just behind
Stephanie's ball sac, but not daring to venture too much further. The girls
giggled at my use of the words 'bum hole.' I felt his crotch tense timidly, as
though he were clenching his buttocks together... I guessed that he didn't want
me touching his actual perineum or get any closer to his anus, any more than I
wanted to.
'It's just skin...
it's just skin... it's nothing special,' I said over and over in my mind,
trying to keep my focus on other things.
"From his... bum hole, the raphe runs along his... perry-knee-um, onto his ball bag where
we can see it here..." Again, I ran my finger up along the noticeable
line. "It separates each side of the scrotum neatly. But the raphe doesn't
end there..." And so my fingertip traced higher and higher, now touching
and circling the base of Stephanie's penis...
"Nnngghh...
Ohhhh..." Stephanie sighed softly again at the feeling of my hands on his
penis. Again, the muscle within his sexual root flinched, making his shaft lilt
a little within the grasp of my fingers and thumb...
<click> went
the camera again, accompanied by Suzanne's quiet giggling at our expense.
"The scar on
Stephanie is a little different from mine when it gets to his penis... It's not
quite as noticeable, but it's there... where my finger is..." I ran my finger
along the line up to where I was holding his penis with the thumb and index
finger of my other hand. Stephanie was shaking nervously now... This was
horrible for both of us... so humiliating.
"Right along
the underside of his penis... like this..." I said, running my finger up
and down over the little scar. "Instead of a vagina and clitoris,
Stephanie was turned into a boy like me, and we grew a penis instead... this
little scar, reminding us that boys were once girls... Every single one of us...
It reminds us that to be a boy, is imperfect... and that girls were here
first..." With that, I hung my head in shame again and let go of
Stephanie's penis. "G-girls first... boys second..."
"Good boy!
And now you know that the story of Adam and Eve is total bullshit... Eve was
first, nature proves it one hundred percent..." Caroline beamed with
excitement as I returned to my cushion and to my 'sit' position. "That was
very well done Phillipa... Emma has such a positive influence on you I can see.
One day, you'll be able to present just like a girl... I can see it now... I
think Phillipa deserves a little clap for that presentation..." With that,
she started a gentle round of applause, that all of the girls joined in, even
Suzanne. I bit my lip with embarrassment, receiving praise was just as
humiliating as getting told off under these circumstances. It still meant that
all of the attention was on me...
"Okay, I
think it's time that we got the punishments out of the way for the boys
today," Caroline announced to the meeting. I gulped... I never looked
forward to punishment. "Natasha... is your boy in need of punishment
today?"
"No
Caroline... Stephanie is only due rewards today..." Natasha smiled
proudly.
"And what
about your boy Emma?"
"Yes
Caroline, as we know, I'm afraid Phillipa has been quite naughty today..."
Emma replied softly looking at me. "He's very sorry I'm sure and-"
"I'm sure he
is sorry..." Caroline interrupted quickly. "So what is the list of
crimes that Phillipa needs punishing for today? I hope you've been keeping
score!"
"Well,"
Emma began like a bank teller... Although she was fond of me, I was still 'just
a boy,' and one that needed to be dealt with when required. "Phillipa
earned punishment for being here without permission and reading magazines and
scrapbooks without permission... Then he failed the inspection of his
foreskin... much to my surprise I have to say... I did clean him and-"
"Very good
Emma, I'm sure you did," Caroline interrupted again. "But you know
boys... they attract dirt all the time... all over their bodies... It needs the
superior skills of girls to show boys the error of their ways, and help them to
keep nice and clean like a girl... But anyway... I haven't forgotten that
Phillipa was also caught sitting in MY chair... And that's worst of
all... so taking everything else into account..."
There was a pause
while Caroline theatrically started to count in her head, using her fingers to
gesticulate and show that she was adding up my punishment tally...
"Let me see...
hmmm..." she said quietly, calculating it all with girlish precision.
"Okay, I'll take into account that Phillipa apologised for all of his
misdoings today... but I still think a spanking with the slipper is needed...
right here and now in front of the girls."
"Oh
gosh," I gasped in fear, nearly losing balance in my 'sit' position.
"Go and fetch
the slipper off the shelf Phillipa and bring it to me..." Caroline
commanded. "Come on, chop, chop!"
With a heavy heart
of further doom, I got up from my cushion and walked solemnly over to the toy
chest that I had moved earlier in order to reach the first of the scrapbooks I
found. It was humiliating that I knew everyone could see everything I had
(penis, ball sac and bottom) as I climbed up onto the toy chest to retrieve the
slipper from the shelf... The picture in the Big Book of Boy Secrets was still
prevalent in my mind having not really previously thought that so much of my
private 'stuff' was visible when looking at me (a boy) from behind.
The faded pink and
dusty looking ladies slipper in hand, I climbed down from the wooden toy chest
and made my way back over to where Caroline was sat on her 'throne.' The
feeling of bare feet padding on the floor of the Club hut enhancing my feelings
of nudity, the humiliating feeling of my rigid little hairless penis waggling
helplessly from side to side as I walked in full view of the girls.
Aware of Caroline
looking at my privates as I approached her, I tentatively held out my hand,
offering her the pink slipper... After a few seconds pause, Caroline reached
out and took the slipper from me and then looked up into my eyes...
"As you know,
naughty boys are punished on all fours in this Club Phillipa... So I want you
to go over to the other toy chest, and kneel down on all fours... You may kneel
on your cushion, but be sure to grip each side firmly to support you... It's a
long way down to the floor... It's time for you to learn today's lesson about
naughty boys... hmmm?"
"Y-yes Miss
Caroline... I'm sorry..." I replied quietly. I was hoping that by getting
another apology across to her early might spare me some of the pain I was
dreading that was to follow.
"We know
you're sorry dimwit..." she smiled ironically at me. "But a spanking
is what you've earned, so you'll learn the lesson today no matter how much you
apologise... Go on, get over there and bare yourself ready!"
I gulped and
closed my eyes, wishing myself away from the prospect of pain and further
humiliation, but I turned about face and moved to position myself on the top of
the relevant wooden toy chest as instructed. The effects of the cola drink I
had been given were starting to take effect by now, and my legs and arms felt a
little achy and heavier than usual.
I gripped the
corners of the toy chest as I leaned forward, knees apart on my cushion on top
of it slightly to maintain my balance. I was aware that by doing so, it pushed
my buttocks out at the back making for an easy target for a confident girl and
her slipper. Head down in my thoughts, I heard Caroline come up behind me...
"Phillipa, I
have decided that today, if for no other reason than you, a boy, having the
cheek to sit in the throne of the Langton Magna Girls' Club leader, that I will
administer your punishment myself. As the leader of this girls' club, I am the
one who has been offended most by your boyish, naughty antics. You agree that
naughty boys need to be punished by a girl, and you agree that it is only fair
that the other girls get to watch, don't you?"
"Y-yes Miss
Caroline... I'm sorry I upset you..." I replied, my voice wavering a
little. "I'm sorry I did wrong and upset all of the girls too..." I
closed my eyes, already anticipating the feeling of that slipper striking my
vulnerable bottom.
"After each
stroke, I want you to do nothing more than acknowledge your place in this Club
by saying 'girls rule...' Understand?"
"Yes Miss
Caroline..." I tensed, anticipating the worst. "Oh gosh," I
whispered to myself, my buttocks clenching together, my teeth gritted together.
<click> the
sound of Suzanne's sodding camera again...
"This is how naughty boys learn their lesson... and it will
hurt..." Caroline said, reminding me chillingly of my first spanking all
those days ago at the hands of Miss Bingley in the Village Hall... "Remember, 'girls, rule...' Be a brave
little girl for me, and hold tight!"
she encouraged me with some menace in her voice, kind of like she was teasing
me. My buttocks still clenched, my penis flinched at her description of me
being a 'little girl' who needed to be brave. I really didn't want to be
spanked, especially by a girl, or anyone. But spanked I was about to be. Worst
of all, I didn't want to cry... but I knew I would.
THWACK! The first spank struck me... just to the side of my right
buttock.
"Ngggghhhh... Owww! GIRLS RULE!" I managed to grunt, having to
stop myself from falling forward onto the chest. My whole bottom seemed to
wobble as I clenched harder in protest. I resisted the need to reach back and
rub my buttock. It was more of the shock of the first spank than the pain. I
knew it wouldn't last.
"Good boy... that was your warm up..." Caroline sneered.
"Naughty boys who sit in the leader's chair and trespass in the Club house
without permission need to be punished... don't they?"
"Yes Miss Caroline... oh gosh," I whimpered, readying myself
for the next, my bottom swaying from one side to the other as I readjusted my
position. "I'm s-sorry!"
THWACK! The second spank
with the slipper hit my right buttock more centrally this time, and a lot
harder...
"Arrrghh... that hurt! GIRLS
RULE!" again I called out more loudly, and feeling the need to gasp
with the spreading pain in my bottom. I could feel my buttock begin to blush
with the crimson colouring that the spanking promised. "Oww!"
"And with a dirty foreskin like a lazy little boy... in need of a girl,
to show him how to keep himself clean... Are you sorry?"
<click> went the camera.
THWACK! A third strike,
the hardest yet, assaulting my left buttock and making me jerk forwards once
more. I thought for a moment I was going to fall head first off the top of the
chest.
"Owwww! GIRLS RULE!!
Miss Caroline... yes... I'm ssss-sorry..." I wailed, really feeling the
warm, agonising pain beginning to spread more thoroughly through my bottom. Suddenly,
I thought I needed to go for a pee. My eyes were closed tight, feeling the
first welling of tears beginning to form. I was going to cry already.
'Please don't let me cry... please don't let me cry,' I implored myself
in thought. 'Don't let her beat you... not again... But we're the weaker sex...
girls are better... Be brave... be a brave little girl... Damn it... you're a
boy! Don't let the girls win! Don't let them see you cry again...'
"Will you try harder to keep yourself clean, like a girl?"
THWACK! Jesus that hurt...
another one on my left buttock, right where the previous one landed.
"Nnngghhhh, ohhhhwwwww! Please!! It hurts... GIRLS RULE Miss Caroline... I'm sorry!"
I gabbled weakly as Caroline continued her onslaught against me. The first of
my tears leaked from my eyes, crested my cheek and fell to the top of the toy
chest. <sob> "I'll be as clean
as a girl, I promise..."
"And you will accept that any girl from the Club will give you your
bath each night from now on? Without silly protests? Hmmm?"
"Yes Miss Caroline... <sob> I will... I'll be as clean as a girl, I promise!" I
cried helplessly on auto-pilot, tears streaming down my cheeks completing my
humiliation as I awaited the next spank. A girl had made me cry again. I felt
so weak and stupid and vulnerable. Beaten and inferior... but my willy was
still so stiff... I couldn't understand it.
THWACK! THWACK! Crikey, two
together, one on each cheek of my bottom before I had chance to call out...
"OWwwwwwww! Arrghhh... <sob> GIRLS RULE!" I cried
again. "Please... I'm sorry... I'll be good... <sob> I'll obey...
girls rule, girls rule!!
<sob>"
"Good girl... you're starting to learn your lesson... I'm not even
hitting as hard as I can, but you're already crying like a little baby..."
With that, her free hand rubbed over first my left buttock, then my second,
making my body tense at the different sensation. I felt her hand reach between
my legs and touch my penis... pulling the little erection down a little and
then letting it bounce freely back upward. "<giggle> And stiff as a
board... Phillipa White enjoys getting a spanking from a girl... <giggle>
as much as we enjoy doing to a boy... You really do enjoy being one of our
nudie slave boys, don't you?"
"Y-yes Miss Caroline, <sob> oh, please stop hitting me... it
hurts, it hurts!" I whimpered
pathetically.
THWACK! Another stinging
strike, this time between my right buttock and right upper thigh... I could
only imagine what Stephanie was thinking as he watched a 'fellow boy' take his
spanking like I was, and then what the other girls must have been thinking
too... Smirking and all tingly no doubt with their own feelings of sexual
excitement at witnessing my humiliating, but deserved punishment. A boy getting
a spanking from a girl, and one showing such a confident level of physical
domination over him.
I would quickly learn from watching later events and punishments of
other boys, that several of the girls openly rubbed themselves between their
legs as scenes played out in the Club meetings. Whilst some of the girls waited
until the boys left, or even until they got home.
"Nngggghhhhh! Owwwwwww! GIRLS RULE... <sob>" I
called out with helpless pain, the fingers of my hands turning white as I
gripped the top edges of the toy chest to maintain my balance.
"And you will ensure that it WON'T
ever happen again, won't you Phillipa?"
THWACK!
"Nnggghh... GIRLS RULE!
Ohh yes... I promise!" I called out with a gasp as the next strike hit my
left side between lower buttock and upper thigh. It stung me badly and I
continued to cry. "I promise... I'll
be clean, I will... I won't come here without permission again... I promise
<sob> Please stop hitting me..."
"And you WON'T sit in my
chair ever again, will you?"
THWACK! THWACK! Shit, another
doubler...
"Ohhhhhhhhhwwwww, please stop! GIRLS RULE! <sob... whimper> I promise... I w-won't sit in your
chair... I promise to be good... <sob>
please stop!"
"Good girl..." Caroline praised me calmly. "And why won't
you ever sit in my chair?"
THWACK!
"Arrrrgghhh... GIRLS RULE!
<sob> Because... girls rule Miss Caroline..." I cried, repeatedly
clenching my buttocks to try and manage my pain. "The chair belongs to
you... or another girl... never for a boy <sob>... Girls are better!! <sob> I'm ssss-sorry... I'll be good..."
"Okay... stand up on top of the chest Phillipa..." Caroline
ordered curtly. "And turn round to face the girls..."
'Oh god, oh god... thank god... it's over...' I thought tearfully, as I
gingerly stood up on top of the toy chest, feeling a little giddy from the pain
of the spanking, as well as feeling the heaviness of my drugged limbs. As I
fought hard to try and control the tears of my crying, I braced myself for the
next humiliation and turned round slowly to face the spectating girls, and
'Stephanie,' the other naked boy.
As you can imagine, it wasn't quite over... It never really was... My
humiliation was just as torrid as it had ever been. The girls could all see
that I was crying like a little boy, and of course I was still naked in front
of all of those clothed girls all staring at me after watching me get spanked
like a little boy... And my hairless little erection betrayed me... like a
little boy...
Through the tears and the pain, the little nudie boy standing on top of
the toy chest in front of them had 'enjoyed' it all... My stiff little penis
confirmed it to them... Just like always.
I wiped my tears away and quietly sobbed, wishing I could cover my
privates. I felt so small and weak and beaten. This is what it felt like to
lose the battle of the sexes and pay the forfeits of such defeat. This is what
it felt like to submit to the authority of girls... and acknowledge their
superiority over me, and all the other boys around the world. To surrender to
their young feminism. Right then, feeling 'good' was very far from my mind. I
was very contrite.
<click> went the camera, and through my tears, I could see
Suzanne's face emerge from behind her SLR, smirking victoriously at me as I
sobbed openly.
'Why is she so horrible to me? Why does she hate boys so much?' I
thought fleetingly, waiting for Caroline to start into me again. The pain in my
buttocks longed for some soothing, so as I stood there, shifting from foot to
foot, my hands automatically went to rub my buttocks... anything to try and calm
my pain. They were aflame, lord only knows what shades of crimson and deep pink
they were. Only the girls, and 'Stephanie' knew... until those pictures got
developed and added to my scrapbook.
"Stop it Phillipa..." Caroline commanded sharply. "Naughty
little boys aren't allowed to rub their bottoms after their spanking... hands
on your head and we'll finish your punishment for today..."
"Ohhhhhh gosh..." I sobbed quietly to myself, wiping another
tear from my cheek as I complied with the instruction, my hands moving to rest
on top of my head. I looked so submissive... Emma later described me as looking
'cute.' As I stood as still as a naked boy statue on top of that toy chest at
eleven years of age, I regretted being a boy... possessing those little badges
of masculinity that made me feel so inferior and ashamed to be a boy whenever I
attended the Club. It was stiff... tingly... and I couldn't stop it from
flexing and bobbing around all by itself. My pre-pubescent boy sex was beyond
my control.
"Good girl..." Caroline said demurely, clearly ogling my boy
genitals so obviously in surrender and salute to her. "That's better...
It's not really a meaningful punishment unless you cry away all of your guilt
in front of those you wronged... especially if they are of the opposite sex!!
But the spanking is over now... All you need to do is tell the girls how sorry
you are for all the different things you did wrong today... and remind us one
last time why the chair is girls only..."
I fought hard against my better judgment and kept my teary eyes open as
I looked around from girl to girl, and at 'Stephanie...' His little circumcised
penis still as stiff as my own, saluting back at me, beyond his control too...
I sniffled as I saw all those girls looking at me... right at you know where.
Some smiling with victory, and no doubt feeling glad that they were girls, and
some with emotionless contempt. Emma, my cherished love... well, she was the
only one looking into my eyes... She nodded 'go on' to me in encouragement.
"I'm s-sorry everyone..."
I began softly, sounding almost like a real girl in my pre-pubescent state.
"F-for being in the hut earlier without permission... I'm <sniffle>
sorry for looking at the magazines and the scrapbook when I shouldn't... I'm
errr... <sniffle> sorry for being a dirty little boy around my thing... I
promise to do better and be as... <sniffle> clean as a girl... I promise I will."
"And the chair?" Caroline teased.
"I'm sorry for sitting in the chair Miss Caroline... It's for girls
only... because..." I paused, trying to think of something that would be
appropriate and satisfactory to the girls to show that I was learning steadily
what a boy's position was in the Club. And then I remembered the stinging in my
bottom... and what I had to say after each spank with the cruel slipper...
"Because girls rule... and boys obey..." <blush> "And
because boys... <sniffle> boys are
inferior in every way..."
"Good girl Phillipa," Caroline beamed with pride at me,
approaching closer to me again on my 'perch.' "The girls accept that you
are sorry and that you will try harder to be a good girl in everything that you
do... Here, take the slipper and put it back where you found it, then return to
the floor next to 'Stephanie...' Stand in 'welcome' position... You too
'Stephanie...' Time for some exercise..."
I felt very sorry for myself. Forlorn, I took hold of that devilish
slipper and obediently returned it to it's position on the shelf. I have to
tell you that climbing down from that wooden toy chest was agony as the skin of
my buttocks and upper thighs were creased and stretched taut by my movements. I
gasped with aching pains in my limbs as a result of the drink, and also the
crimson evidence of my seared bum cheeks. I must have looked a sorry, pitiful
sight.
Resuming my position on my cushion finally, standing next to
'Stephanie,' both of us naked boys stood with our hands at our sides. I knew by
now that the next humiliation was not far away, and I would imagine that
Stephanie also felt the same considering his greater experience as a junior
member of the Club.
"Natasha... what have you in mind today for our nudie slave
boys?" Caroline asked, indicating that her deputy should take the lead
role for this next item on their agenda...
"I have a few games we can play today," Natasha smiled warmly,
taking her place in front of us two naked boys. "It's important for slave
boys to get plenty of exercise to stop them from becoming lazier than they
already are... and to keep them in tip top condition... You never know when we
might want to show off how obedient they are to other girls <giggle>. But
first, I think you two need a warm up... Are you ready
boys?"
"Y-yes Miss Natasha," Stephanie replied, more alert now
somehow. I followed suit and confirmed that I was ready as well.
"Good... I want you to do twenty jumps on the spot, like
this..." she said, lightly jumping up and down on the spot, her
outstretched arms at the side moving up and down in time with the jump as her
feet jumped first together, then apart, then together again. I guess they were
like 'star jumps...' "Twenty of those... your turn... show the girls how
active and fit you are... After three... one, two, three... go!"
Well this was novel... As Stephanie and I began to jump up and down on
the spot, arms going up and down in time with each jump, I wasn't really sure
what the point of it was... I obediently jumped up and down the first couple of
times, trying to get my feet apart with the first jump, then bringing them back
together with the second jump. Yes, they were 'star jumps.'
<click... click...> went the shutter on Suzanne's camera... And
then the chorus of giggling began amongst the girls as they watched us. They
were covering their mouths with glee, stifling their laughter as they all
stared at our bare naked penises.. And then it started to dawn on me why two
naked boys had been instructed to perform star jumps next to each other like
that... It was so the girls could laugh at us... sniggering as they watched the
weaker sex...
<tinkle... tinkle... tinkle...> the little bell attached to
Stephanie's 'ribbon of enslavement,' itself tied neatly around his penis was
jingling repeatedly as he jumped up and down...
'Oh my god... oh my god...' I thought, blushing scarlet as I looked over
at Stephanie and down to where the tinkling, ringing sound was coming from...
His little hairless, circumcised erection was bouncing up and down and waggling
from side to side as he jumped on the spot in front of the girls... 'The girls
are laughing at his thing...' I bit my lip as I continued to jump, feeling the
up and down bouncing of my own penis... 'And if they're laughing at his
penis, then...'
At that point, I looked down at my own crotch, my equally pre-pubescent
young penis bobbing and waggling helplessly from my hairless crotch as I jumped
in time with my colleague...
'Then they're laughing at my penis too... <blush> Oh
god... this is so humiliating...' I continued to muse with shame and distress.
'Girls are laughing at my willy... they think it's funny... they think I look
funny... they're laughing at my weakness... It's better to be a girl
<blush>... girls are better than boys...'
"That's it boys..." Natasha encouraged between giggles.
"Nice and high... yay!" I felt so self conscious of my private parts,
I was powerless to stop them making me look foolish as I jumped obediently on
the spot next to another boy. If it wasn't heartbreaking enough to have so many
girls laughing at your penis like that as you performed naked star jumps in front
of them, then imagine how small and insignificant I felt as I saw my
sweetheart, Emma, giggling at both my privates, and those of the other boy next
to me as we jumped in time with each other.
<jump... tinkle... jump... tinkle...>
'Emma... please don't look... <blush> not there... Oh god, noooo!
Girls are better than boys... Please don't laugh at me... not at my willy...
She knows penises are funny looking... and mine belongs to her... she's a
girl... she's better than me... she has a vagina...'
<jump... tinkle... jump... tinkle...> Stephanie's little bell
continued to humiliate him as he star jumped next to me, our little erections
waggling out in front of us between our legs, unable to stop this debasement.
For one moment (maybe two), I wished I was a girl... None of this would have
been happening to me if I didn't have a penis between my legs...
'If only I was a girl... with a vulva, a vagina and a clitoris... If
only I wasn't born to be a nudie slave boy... Why did you have to make me a
boy?' I lamented, coming to the end of the twenty star jumps in front of the
grinning girls.
"Eighteen... nineteen... twenty!" Anita called out gleefully
clapping her hands in front of her like it was the most exciting and funny
thing she had ever seen.
"And stop!" Natasha called out, equally thrilled at the boy
shaming that had just occurred. "Well done boys... that was <giggle>
kind of impressive... You looked so cute... And it was good to see you put more
effort into your jumps this time Stephanie... enough to make your little bell
ring... that was adorable..." she grinned at my partner of suffering.
"Th-thank you Miss Natasha," he said. It was obvious to me
that this wasn't the first time that the girls had witnessed poor Stephanie
performing star jumps like that. It was however, the first time they had seen
both Stephanie and I perform them together... I later learned from Emma that
the girls loved making naked boys jump around like that... confirming my worst
suspicions that the sight of a boy's willy, flopping and waggling around while
he exercised was a visual treat for them that they often talked and reminisced
about during 'girl only' time. Now they had two boys performing side by side,
doubling their fun, and doubling our boyish shame.
'God... my arms and legs ache quite a bit... I must be out of shape...'
I thought innocently, pushing thoughts of my humiliating star jumps out of my
mind as best I could. 'I always feel tired here... This Girls' Club really must
be hard on us boys...'
"Right
then," Natasha began again, re-focussing my attention on her. She stood
with her hands planted on her hips, like a school mistress addressing her PE
class. One knee was bent slightly and the heel of her left black and green
training shoe was raised off the floor. My eyes wandered up from the floor and
were caught by the tied up t-shirt that left her cute looking navel on display
for my eyes. I swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to inspect a
girl like they inspected boys... I wanted to kiss her navel... and smell what
she was like...
'No, it's Emma you
like dummy,' I chastised myself. 'She'll cut your balls off if you so much as
look at another girl wrong...' I gulped. Temptation for a boy, even a naked
one, was all around the hut.
"I think it's
time we found out which boy is really the weakest member of the club..."
Natasha continued. "Let's see which boy is the strongest at
arm-wrestling!" With that, the girls arranged one of the wooden toy chests
into the middle of the hut, while Stephanie and I moved our cushions either
side of it. Neither of us protested... there wasn't any point... And how bad
could arm-wrestling another boy be?
Stephanie and I
kneeled down on our respective cushions and readied ourselves for battle.
Neither of us dared look at each other, we were too embarrassed, and shy after
everything that had happened so far... We'd kissed each other... we'd touched
each other's privates... we'd done nudie star jumps together... he'd watched me
get spanked by a girl with a slipper... This shouldn't have been happening to
boys... but it was. This was what happened when girls were in charge... and we
couldn't stop them.
"Is there a
forfeit for the boy who loses against another boy?" Suzanne asked
brightly, ever a stickler for rules and regulations and how they impact on the
junior, 'boy members' of the Club.
"Oh, I'm
not-" Natasha started... but then,
"Yes there is
Suzanne," Caroline interrupted. "The loser, has to ask the winner for
a kiss... like he would if he asked a girl... just like Phillipa did with Josie
and Stephanie earlier..."
"Oh
yummy!" Josie squealed. "I can't wait to see two boys kissing
again!"
"Wh-what?"
Stephanie and I seemed to gasp in unison. This couldn't be... It was one thing
to ask 'Stephanie' to kiss me when I thought I was going to be kissing a
girl... The panic filled my mind... how could I possibly kiss another boy now I
knew he was definitely a boy? Briefly I thought that it would all be okay if I
won... but then I thought again...
'Shit! Even if I
win, I lose... I'd still have to kiss him... It's just that he'd have to ask
me... and I'd have to... touch his... WILLY... again... Oh god... please no!!'
So you can imagine... the turmoil in my mind was working overtime... Was it
better to win, or to lose this arm-wrestling match? 'You have to win... you
have to win Phillipa... PHILLIP darn it! You're a boy... it's just skin... it's
just skin...'
"Please don't
make me... I want to go home!" Stephanie whined, holding his head in his
hands. I felt sorry for him. He was really struggling with all this. More so
than me, and even I thought it was horrid at times. But the only choice we had
was to obey the girls, or run away... The uncertainty of running away, not just
from the Club, but from the Village too was fraught with what might happen.
Where would we actually go? Who would we tell? Would we actually be able to
tell and be believed? What would happen when we got caught and brought back
here? Would it be even worse than it was?
"Don't be a
little cry-baby," Suzanne teased. "You and Phillipa are going to
arm-wrestle... then the loser is going to ask the winner for a nice, girly
kiss... right on the mouth... And the loser <giggle> is going to tell the
winner that it's okay to touch their goolies!"
Anita smirked at
Suzanne's detailed description of what would happen to the loser, and for the
boy who lost 'slightly less,' rather ironically referred to as 'the winner...'
As Suzanne
finished teasing us, Stephanie's eyes locked on mine and through his shame and
anger, I could see that he wanted to win too. If nothing else, so as not to be
deemed the weakest member of the Club... there was something to fight for after
all. He sneered at me... There was no Boys' Rebel Alliance... At this point it was as though it
was every boy for himself against the tidal wave of the united Girls' Empire.
I realise now that
part of the girls' plan for us (whenever there were multiple boys in the past
or in the future) was to 'divide and conquer...' Competitiveness and
in-fighting between boys was one of our biggest downfalls... We'd spend too
much time arguing and asserting ourselves over other members of our own sex,
while the teamwork and organisation of the girls meant we were always in their
wake.
'I have a bad
feeling about this,' I heard Han Solo lament in my mind.
"Boys...
present arms..." Natasha announced, calling us both to our starting battle
positions. I placed my right elbow on top of the toy chest and clenched my
fist... I mean yeah, this was a challenge and I didn't want to lose and be the
weakest. I would manage the aftermath when I had to... For now, there was a
contest to win. Stephen placed his arm on top of the toy chest soon after and
we locked hands, waiting for the signal to start our next 'dance' supervised by
the girls.
"Okay...
three... two... one..." Natasha counted down slowly and with dramatic
pauses between the numbers... "GO!"
Gripping tightly onto
each other's hand, Stephen and I started slowly, assessing the strength or lack
of strength of our opponent. It was difficult to tell if I was stronger or not
in the early stages of the bout. After about fifteen seconds of both us
gripping and trying to get the measure of the other, Natasha started to
encourage Stephanie.
"Come on
Stephanie... see if you can beat another boy at least..."
Then Emma
encouraged me...
"You can do
it Phillipa... beat him... don't be the weakest... use the Force!"
Well, us two boys
were the same age and pretty much the same size, but I made my move first... After
around thirty seconds, I managed to take a slight lead, moving his arm back a
couple of inches to the 10 o'clock position. Stephen tried to push me back with
a quick, powerful burst, but I was able to hold him without him making any
ground of recovery. His face crumpled with surprise and realisation that he was
more than likely going to lose.
<click> went
Suzanne's camera, capturing the gladiatorial battle between two naked boys
arm-wrestling in the Girls' Club.
"Grrrrrrr..."
Stephen grizzled with effort as he tried to move my hand and reverse the match
in his favour. Judging the pace of his breathing, I pushed harder when he
breathed out and his hand slowly sunk to the top of the toy chest...
<thud> it
sounded as I forced his hand to touch down... He was beaten, and I had won the
game... I didn't want to celebrate as in actual fact, both of us boys were
losers... It was just that I wasn't the weakest boy in the Club. Stephen was
crestfallen. Again, I felt for him as I let his hand go...
"Ha-ha!
Stephanie's the weakest... Stephanie's the weakest!" Suzanne teased him,
capturing his humiliated expression with her camera. <click>
"Please don't
make me... please... I'll do anything..." Stephanie winced, cowering from
the teasing he was being given. "I don't want to kiss boys... I like
girls... please make me kiss a girl instead... Please..."
"That's the
forfeit Stephanie..." Caroline announced with final judgement. "Now
come on boys... stand up here in front of me, it's time for Stephanie to pay
the price of defeat..."
Shaking with
nerves, I was actually the one who stood up first and readied myself for this
next humiliation.
'It's just skin...
It's just skin... it's just a kiss... Nothing you haven't done already...' I
thought passively, trying to convince myself it would be okay... 'The Force
will be with you... always,' I heard Obi Wan Kenobi say as though I were Luke
Skywalker in the X-Wing fighter, about to destroy the Death Star... It was that
kind of courage I needed... that kind of role model to help me get through
this... 'Use the Force, fly-boy...' I heard Emma in my mind too...
Stephanie faced
opposite me, looking totally humiliated and forlorn. I don't think he could
believe any of this was actually happening, but it was.
"Go on
Stephanie... ask him..." Suzanne smirked, revelling in the suffering of
the two erect, naked boys in front of her... "Pretend he's a girl..."
"Errrm...
Ph-Phillipa..." he began hoarsely, his voice wavering and his face turning
crimson. "I'm a nudie slave boy, Miss Phillipa... pl-please let me... kiss you... And please fondle... oh
god... <gasp> please fondle, my
little boy cock as much as you want..."
I can't tell you
how embarrassed I was on behalf of the other boy, watching him struggle to get
the words out that would seal his doom... and hearing him say them... I blushed
as hard as he did... This was proper turmoil...
"Okay..."
I whispered softly, leaning forward to await the kiss from another boy, placing
my hands on his shoulders. My heart was racing inside my chest, not with sexual
arousal (I don't think), but more the adrenalin of the situation facing me...
the sinking feeling in my tummy for what both of us boys were being put through
now. The girls were playing such wicked games with us... because they could.
I closed my eyes
and waited a couple of precious seconds until I felt it begin... 'Stephanie'
had moved forwards, put his hands on my shoulders in reply, and planted his
lips onto mine. I heard the younger girls squeal with glee as we began to
kiss... It was a tender, gentle, welcome kiss... just a peck... lasting barely
a second... Followed by a second... and a third... before we finally stayed
together... his lips pressed to mine.
<click...
click...> went the camera...
"A proper
kiss... come on... that's it..." Caroline encouraged, clapping her hands
to gain our attention. "Like a girl kisses a boy... open your mouths...
It's nothing you haven't done before..."
And so, as my
breathing deepened, I gasped and tentatively pushed my parted lips to
'Stephanie's' mouth, feeling the nervousness of the other boy slowly ebb away.
After three or four seconds, he relented and parted his lips too... We were now
kissing, 'properly,' like a girl and a boy would.
'Oh gosh, I'm
kissing a boy...' I thought with horror as our mouths pressed together, our
lips rubbing over each other's, and the kiss deepened. 'I'm a boy... and I'm
kissing another boy... on the mouth... oh god... why don't I just run away and
hide? Mmmm... he's still minty... oh gosh... this feels... strange... not like
it should...'
"Touch
him," Caroline added, turning the screw to make sure we both complied with
our respective parts of the forfeit. "Pretend you're a girl Phillipa,
claim your reward for victory... touch his little cock... he's your nudie slave
boy... he asked you to..."
"Make his
little willy-bell ring!" Anita added with a girlish giggle.
With very great
reluctance and the fear of yet another hard slippering from the leader of the
Club, I reached down with my right hand and made contact with the shaft of
'Stephanie's' penis. Both of us gasped through the kiss, our lips parting to
enable us to breath...
"Uggghhhh,
ohhhh..." Stephanie grunted through his breath as I circled my fingers
around his little erection... The little bell tinkled as I took hold...
"Noooo... please... this shouldn't be happening..." he whispered.
"Ohhhh, you mustn't..."
"Kiss the girl
Stephanie..." Suzanne commanded. "Or we'll get the slipper back
out..."
With those words,
Stephanie relented again as I gently massaged the shaft of his erection... He
pressed his mouth to mine once more and began kissing me again, obviously not
wanting a spanking any more than I did.
"Mmmmggghhh,"
I sighed with torment through the joining of our lips. I wasn't masturbating
the other boy, but my hand travelled up and down the shaft of his penis,
occasionally down onto his scrotum as the girls watched me. Although I couldn't
see, I could feel the dainty and delicate little furrows of the skin that
formed his ball bag... I felt the resistant bulges of the little testicles
inside as my fingers briefly scurried over his sac.
To my shame, my
own erection tingled as I fondled the other boy... I hated it, but I was
getting used to it. And I couldn't explain the sexual feelings I had... It was
Emma I wanted... I was yet to fully learn or understand that any sexual
activity, is actual sexual activity for a boy about to start his pubescence.
Anything like this would get a 'positive' reaction in my penis... That, and the
ingredients of that Cola drink rendered me horny for hours.
I felt him grip my
shoulders more tightly as we kissed, as my fingers snaked along the shaft of
his cock.
"Tongues..."
Caroline instructed.
"Oh
yummy!" Josie added with glee. "Two little nudie boys doing a big
long French kiss... Mmmmm! It looks soooo cute!"
And thereafter,
'Stephanie' ran the tip of his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. Although
he was a reluctant kisser (like me), he wasted no time in playing with my
tongue inside my own mouth... It felt surreal... all I could do was pretend to
be a girl... I tried to pretend that Stephanie was a girl too, but of course,
girls don't have penises... so I resolved to be the one that felt like a girl
as I fondled him. Just this once...
'I'm a girl...' I
thought, desperate to convince myself. 'I'm a nudie girl... I'm kissing a boy
and feeling his willy... this is what it feels like for a girl to kiss a boy...
Mmmmm, all tingly... and his willy feels so soft and hard all at the same
time... oh god! This is insane!'
<rub...
rub...> My fingertips worked over the glans of his cock for the first
time... He really did feel different from me, especially there. After all,
Stephen was circumcised. There was no foreskin. I gently gripped it, and rolled
it in between my thumb and fingers... blindly recognising the sensitive ridge
that formed the corona at the rear of his little bulbous glans.
<kiss... rub...
smooch... rub... kiss...> He gasped at my touch, and I gasped when he
gasped. I was becoming lost to my auto-pilot reflexes... trying hard to
convince myself that I was a girl kissing a boy, and touching him, and it all
being totally normal.
<rub... rub...
rub> My fingers moved back down the shaft of his penis and gripped him
gently about half way down, just below the little ribbon.
<smooch...
kiss... swirl...> Our tongues were duelling inside my mouth... I was letting
him win at tongue tennis as I carefully shook his penis a little... making the
bell ring...
<tinkle...
tinkle... tinkle>
"Mmmmggghhh!"
Stephanie winced, hearing the sound of the bell and feeling me waggle his penis
up and down like that. The kiss quickly ended, both of us coming to our senses
and stepping back from each other. The kiss had lasted about a minute or so...
As soon as we
parted, I wiped my mouth with my arm and saw 'Stephanie' wipe his too with the
back of his hand. I knew it was 'horrible' to kiss another boy under those
circumstances... I wasn't sure what the most humiliating thing about it was...
actually obeying a girl and kissing another boy while touching his cock, or the
fact that I didn't find it as bad as I thought it was going to be... I was
still alive... the world hadn't ended... My penis was still stiff and in need.
"Yay, well
done, both of you..." Caroline beamed with victory. "There now, for a
forfeit, that wasn't too bad was it, hmmm?" Both of us remained silent,
barely able to look at each other, such was our shame. "You enjoyed that
didn't you Phillipa?"
"I don't like
to kiss boys Miss Caroline..." I protested quickly, eager to make my
point... "I prefer to kiss girls... I prefer to kiss Miss Emma."
"But your
willy... look at it... you're so stiff... that must mean you like it really...
Tell the Club how much you enjoyed kissing Stephanie... come on..."
I blushed scarlet...
would this madness never end? What choice did I have...
"I errm...
enjoyed kissing... St-Stephanie... Miss Caroline..." I replied coyly.
"And you
Stephanie, you liked that a lot I can see... I even heard your little bell
ringing between your legs... I bet you nearly had a naughty little boy dry cum
didn't you? Hmmmm? Thank Phillipa for kissing you and for ringing your
bell..."
"Th-thank you
Phillipa for kissing me," Stephanie began quietly, timid as a mouse.
"And for making my... bell,
ring..."
"And look
into his eyes and say how much you enjoyed kissing with him..." Caroline
added, ever driving up the level of humiliation.
"Oh
gosh," he blushed scarlet, trying to find the courage to look at me. He
bit his lip, and then with forlorn resignation, looked into my eyes and quietly
concluded, "I enjoyed kissing with you... Phillipa..."
"So, now we
know that Stephanie is the weakest member of the Club, it's time to see if boys
are still the weaker sex overall..." Natasha announced, making sure that
the Club was fully aware of what was going to happen next. "We don't have
time for the two boys to arm-wrestle against every girl today, so here's what's
going to happen. Stephanie being the weakest boy, will go up against the
youngest girl, who today is Anita... Then, we'll see if Phillipa can finally
beat a real girl..."
"I beat him
before, and I'm gonna beat his pants off again!" Anita chimed in, before
realising the irony of her comment. "Oh silly me... he's already nude
<giggle>..." To finish, she held her arm out, clenched her fist and
posed like a young female bodybuilder... Being only ten years old, there wasn't
any real muscle showing... well, maybe a little... but the pose was more for
theatrical threat to our diminishing masculinity and pride than anything else.
All I could do was
swallow what pride I had left in my gender and scowl at her, rising to the
challenge as best I could. She was a year younger than me, I didn't want to
lose to her again...
"If either of
the boys win, then we will open the Big Book of Boy Secrets and show off some
of the pretty, naked girls so that they can see what perfection looks like
without clothes... I just know how badly that boys want to see a naked girl...
You want to see a girl's vagina don't you Phillipa?"
I nodded my head
and licked my lips, the carrot of getting to see a naked girl, even if it was
just a picture in a book was enough to focus me on the challenge... I was
desperate to beat a girl, something to give me hope that boys weren't quite as
inferior as I was being told.
"Y-yes Miss
Natasha..."
"Good luck
then..." she giggled. "But if both of you lose, there will be a
forfeit to pay... And it's a good one today..." That got my attention and
I looked at her, then at Emma, who just smiled wistfully and shrugged her
shoulders as though she didn't know, or didn't want to tell...
Natasha turned her
attention to Stephanie...
"Come on
Stephanie, back into position, let's see if you can finally beat a girl..."
I watched with the
sinking feeling of defeat in my tummy, the muscle flinching in my tingling
little cock, as a calm looking Anita totally outperformed Stephen when they
grappled across the toy chest with their extended arms... His face was one of
exertion... grunting with desperation to try and assert his authority, just
once, against a girl...
I felt giddy with
shame and crimson cheeks on behalf of all of the boys around the world,
watching in what felt like slow motion as the girl so easily and
comprehensively pinned his imprisoned hand to the table with a 'thud' in less
than fifteen seconds. Boys were really losing every part of the battle of the
sexes... The Boys' Rebel Alliance were powerless to stop the advancing
domination of the Girls' Empire... Females... girls... were the rulers of the Galaxy
now.
"Do you
submit?" Anita said to 'Stephanie,' holding his hand down firmly to the
top of the toy chest and not letting him go. The shame on his face as he
struggled against her... I knew how humiliating it felt to be physically
dominated by a younger girl like that. And now she was toying with him. She
would let him go, only when she wanted to.
"Y-yes...
Miss Anita... I submit..." he whispered with dejection.
"Good, now in
front of all the girls, admit that we're stronger than boys... and ask me to
let you go..." she smiled demurely, crushing the boy's spirit. It was
crushing mine too, and I hadn't even been the one being beaten.
"Miss
Anita... please... let me go... errrm... <blush> girls are stronger than boys..." 'Stephanie'
managed to say bravely. I felt his humiliation... it mirrored my own.
'Girls are stronger than boys...' I thought with
resignation as the girls teased Stephanie for his defeat at the hand
(literally) of the younger girl. 'Girls are just... superior to us... we can't
stop it... it's natural...'
Letting his hand
go, Anita raised both hands into the air, celebrating another victory, smiling
proudly into the eyes of the beaten boy... I just knew I would be next to face
that smile... My confidence had waned long ago... but I had to try... There was
no chance of overturning the label of being 'the weaker sex' if boys didn't at
least try...
It felt kind of
humiliating to see a fellow boy, beaten so easily by a girl in a test of
strength like that. Boys were supposed to be stronger... or at least that was
what boys like me had always been led to believe about the world... If nothing
else, boys still had strength... or did we? It was much worse of course because
she was younger than both him and I... Yet like all the other girls, she seemed
superior to us in every way. Just like the Club code intimated.
So then it was my
turn... I replaced 'Stephanie' on the cushion, kneeling down opposite a
grinning and confident looking Anita and I placed my elbow on top of the toy
chest, ready to battle against a girl again.
"Remember
Phillipa," Natasha said, "if you beat Anita, both you and Stephanie
will get to look at naked girls in the Big Book of Boy Secrets... Legs apart...
bare naked vaginas... You'll be able to see everything
a girl has down there between her legs... Everything!
But if you lose... then there's a forfeit... good luck..."
"Three...
two... one..." Josie counted down this time. "Go!"
As the battle
began, I gripped as hard as I could to try and unsettle my girlish opponent. I
really wanted to beat her. To prove myself as a boy, and of course win the
chance to see pictures of naked girls.
'You'll see bare
naked vaginas... everything...' I heard Natasha's words echoing in my mind... I
wanted it so badly... If I could win and secure that prize, maybe Stephen would
forgive me too and we could become friends... So it kind of felt like I was
fighting for my gender in the battle of the sexes, fighting to make a friend
and fighting to answer my curiosities about what the opposite sex looked like
between the legs. No pressure then?
I felt tired, my
arms and legs aching... But I fought on...
Anita was ten, a
full school year younger than me... surely today would be the day that I could
actually win an arm-wrestling match against a girl younger than me. As I
battled with her in these early stages, the blue, black and white stripy
t-shirt of hers contrasted starkly with my full nudity. It was an incongruous
sight to witness naked boys arm-wrestling with fully clothed girls. But that
was how things were in the Club... and others like it.
I started pushing my
hand into hers with all my strength... I started to feel a sense of pride and
hope as I moved her arm about half way down towards the top of the toy chest...
Now the girls were cheering for Anita... Suzanne and Josie being the most
vocal.
"Come on
Anita... do it for the girls! Show the pervy bed-wetter who the stronger sex
is!" Suzanne teased, clapping with encouragement.
"Yeah... come
on... see if you can stop him getting to see naked girls!" Josie added.
"He looks so yummy when he's battling..."
"Ggghhhhhh..."
I blustered with the force I was putting in. I couldn't make her hand move
lower, she was holding me...
'Please let me
beat her... please let me beat her...' I thought desperately. 'Please god, let
me beat a girl...' But it seemed that God was a girl.
Anita was
obviously toying with me. She knew how to arm-wrestle me from our first match a
few days previously. It was her moment to turn on the style. Tensing her arm, I
saw the modest muscles of her upper arm peak a little and she started pushing my
hand back upright... And she didn't stop... I could feel her physical power as
her grip tightened... A girl was using the dark side of the Force against me
again... my hand being pushed closer and closer towards defeat. She winked at
me like she had done the last time, amused at my struggling against her,
relishing the moment at which I realised again that she had the better of me.
I couldn't stop
her... That sinking, humiliating and powerless feeling a boy gets when he is
about to be beaten by a girl, especially a younger girl, quickly filled my body
and mind. My genitals tingled with some sort of crazy sexual arousal at the
sensation of being beaten and dominated. My tummy fluttered with butterflies
that made me feel kind of giddy... and my heart was beating like a drum in my
chest, my cheeks turning crimson with desperation and shame. I was getting
beaten yet again by a girl.
<THUD> My hand hit the table...
forced downward by Anita's girlish strength and stamina. It had taken her less
than forty seconds, including the time that she was toying with me...
"Yay! I win
again!! Girls are stronger than the boys!" Anita beamed victoriously. I
tried wriggle my hand free of her grip, but she had me as easily imprisoned as
she had done with Stephen. Again, she was going to make her boy opponent pay
for his defeat in spades.
My face flushed
crimson with shame, dejection and self anger.
"Owwwww!"
I grumbled as I tried my hardest to wrestle my hand free from her grip as she
held it fast down to the table. My cock muscles flexed and flinched beyond my
control as my humiliation escalated beyond merely being outfought in an
arm-wrestle match against a girl. I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out
the humiliation... and do the best I could not to start crying. I wanted to run
and hide. I was finding it difficult to handle what was happening.
"Anita is the
winner," Natasha announced proudly. "No looking at naked girls today
for you boys..." she grinned. "Maybe next time, when you've grown
some muscles!! <giggle>"
"Girls are stronger than boys... <giggle> girls are stronger than
boys!" Suzanne and Anita chanted over and over... the younger girl
still holding my hand down firmly to the table...
"Stop
teasing! Let me go! Please, let me
go damn it! It's not funny!" I whimpered as the girls continued to chant
at me, giggling at my struggles to get free.
"But we're
not done yet," Anita smiled smugly at me. "First, in front of all the
girls, you have to say that girls are stronger than boys..."
"Please, let
me go!" I insisted, tugging
harder on Anita's hand, but having no effect to secure my release. My limbs
ached and I felt so tired.
"Say it, or
I'll keep you my prisoner all day!"
Anita grinned again, poking her tongue out at me. "Or maybe I'll do Judo
on you... I know lots of holds that work well on weakling boys like you!"
"Ohhhh
okay... I admit it... girls are stronger than boys! Miss
Anita!" I finally relented. I'd never done Judo before but I knew what it
was... the prospect of being overpowered and out-muscled by a younger girl at
that activity brought me to instant obedience to try and avoid such a
spectacle.
"And boys are
the weaker sex, aren't they Phillipa?" Anita teased again... God, this was
unbearable.
"Yes, Miss
Anita... <blush> boys are the weaker
sex..." I replied meekly.
"Good
boy!" she giggled with total victory over me, and finally letting my hand
go... "Don't you ever forget it! Girls rule!!"
Oh god... I had
that image in my mind again of being a Jedi boy, having been stripped naked and
then being outfought by a cheeky, younger, dark side Force using Sith girl.
Humiliating me in front of her friends. The way she said it, mostly because she
was younger than me, emphasised the true meaning of what she had made me admit.
The shameful betrayal of my own gender... my own sex... yet again... Just
because a girl told me to.
As my hand was
released, I hung my head in shame and held my beaten hand with my other... I
was gasping and trying to rationalise my latest defeat and shaming. It was just
a brief moment of respite however, there was the matter of that forfeit to pay.
"Boys are weaker than girls! Boys are weaker
than girls!" Suzanne, Josie and Anita started chanting again. Even
Natasha joined in with the chorus this time. I don't think Emma joined in
though.
"Okay,
okay... that's enough teasing..." Caroline interjected. "So come on
Natasha, what's the forfeit you mentioned for the boys?"
"Well, seeing
as the boys liked kissing each other so much," Natasha began playfully,
"I've had an idea to give the boys a choice of two things... Now that we
have two boys in the Club as 'half members,' we can do so much more together...
So, the forfeit for continuing to be the weaker sex is... for the boys to
either wank each other off in front of us, or agree to become our little nudie
puppy boys for a while and undergo some training..."
At that, the other
girls giggled and squealed between themselves in excitement. Either option for
them a visual treat. For us boys, further impending excruciating embarrassment.
"Oh no! Now
way!! Not that! Please... not again!" Stephanie whined in quiet protest,
coming to stand at my side. I assumed that he was talking about having to
masturbate another boy's penis but was struggling to comprehend the maths of
his experience as a member here to date. In any case, I gulped... looking at
and fondling another boy's penis was one thing... but to have to masturbate
him? To a climax? To actually wank him? I didn't think I could do that... I was
about to protest as insistently as Stephen had, but...
"Oh
Stephanie, you big baby!" Caroline chuckled. "Playing puppies is a
fun game for all of us... We're either going to play puppies with you, or you
and Phillipa will have to wank each other off while we watch... Actually, that
would be really special today I think... You're so different looking... one
would have to use the 'dry' method, the other using the 'wet' method... so
what's it to be, hmmm?"
'Wet? Dry? What
method?' I thought with confusion at what Caroline was saying.
Stephanie turned
his head to look at me, obviously deep in thought. He bit his lip as I saw him
thinking... He looked down at my privates, trying to think what the best
decision would be to work through the choice of forfeit given. Surely it was
better for us boys to just go along with the girls and pretend to be 'puppies'
for them? Surely that was the best decision right? What could possibly be so
bad about pretending to be a naked puppy boy for a room full of girls?
Stephanie looked
back at Caroline and blushed...
"Errrm... I
want to be a, nudie puppy boy Miss
Caroline..." he squeaked timidly. I couldn't blame him... He didn't want
to wank me off in front of all the girls (and Suzanne's flaming camera) any
more than I wanted to do it to him either.
"And what
about you Phillipa?" Caroline smiled with victory. I wasn't sure that was
a good sign. "Would you prefer to play with Stephanie's little boy cock
until you give him an orgasm? Or are you going to be a nice little puppy boy
for us too?"
"I'll be a
puppy boy too Miss Caroline..." I offered quickly. That had to be better
than touching another boy's penis again... and masturbating him...
"Then say it,
like Stephanie did..." Caroline insisted, giving me 'that' look that I
should obey.
"Please Miss
Caroline, I want to be a nudie puppy boy too!" I blushed, not quite
believing how pliable I was being for the girls. I didn't even know what being
a puppy boy entailed... but it had to be better than masturbating a boy I
didn't know. Not that I even knew how to masturbate a circumcised boy. 'How can
a boy like that do it anyway with no floppy foreskin to diddle?'
"Good boy
Phillipa... a good choice," Caroline smiled warmly. "I guess you're
both still a little bit shy with each other having only just started to get to
know one another... We're going to have so much fun together... I think you'll
like this game..."
"Ohh god... I
hate it..." Stephanie mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah it's
good fun for all of us..." Natasha said, gesturing for Stephanie and I to
re-take centre stage in the middle of hut around the semi-circle of girls.
"So Phillipa, playing puppies is quite simple..." As she began to
explain the rules, I saw Suzanne disappear off to the side of me out of view,
and heard her rooting around in the normally locked toy chest.
"You and
Stephanie are going to be our little puppy boys... And like all puppies, they
need training and expert control. That's where your handlers come in... I am
Stephanie's handler today, and Emma will be your handler... Girls make the best
puppy trainers, especially with puppy boys like you... The rules are simple, so
easy in fact that ANY boy can play... In fact, the rules are on the wall behind
me... All you have to do is obey your girl handler... like in the code... Girls
rule, and boys obey... or in this case, puppy boys, obey... Got it?"
"Yes Miss
Natasha..." I replied... How difficult could it be?
"Okay Puppy
Stephanie, sit..." she ordered the naked boy next to me. I watched with
curiosity as the other boy immediately kneeled down on his cushion in the 'sit'
position, demonstrating his obedience to the girl. I had to stop myself from
silently giggling as the little bell attached to the ribbon of enslavement
around his cock tinkled as he moved. Seeing the other boy obey like that, I
thought it all looked easy enough. I then saw Suzanne come back into view and
hand Natasha what looked like two brown leather dog collars, and matching
leads... I gulped...
"Stay... hold
still Puppy Stephanie..." Natasha ordered confidently, moving forward and
reaching out to fit the loose brown leather dog collar around the boy's neck...
After some gentle tightening, she seemed satisfied with the fit. Finally, she
attached the lead itself through the clasp. The change in picture was not lost
on me... Here was a naked boy, attached to a dog lead and collar, being
obedient for a fully clothed girl... I was about to be next...
<gulp>
"Okay
Phillipa, Stephanie is now Puppy Stephanie... while he has the collar on, he's
not allowed to talk... He's no longer a boy, he's just our nudie little puppy.
He can only make puppy sounds... He can growl if he's angry... he can whine in
desperation like a puppy or he can bark in the puppy dog code... He can answer
'yes' with one bark... or 'no' with two barks... Just like any puppy...
Understand?"
"I th-think
so Miss Natasha..." I swallowed hard... this was debasement on a different
scale again.
"Good, then
let me demonstrate... Puppy Stephanie... will you be a good puppy boy and obey
me during your training today?" the girl asked giving a playful tug on the
boy's dog lead.
"Woof..."
he barked timidly in reply. He blushed crimson, clearly humiliated by what was
happening. I empathised with my fellow boy. Was this the destiny of the human
race of the future? Girls in charge of boys, using dog leads to control us like
nothing more than puppy dog toys for their amusement?
"Good boy...
now beg for me..." Natasha commanded, using what was her free hand to
retrieve something from the pocket of her denim shorts. I watched as Stephanie
changed from 'sit' position and began to beg... He moved his hands from behind
his head and instead, held his arms up limply in front of him, mirroring what a
real boy dog would do, sitting on his haunches with it's front paws raised,
begging for it's owner. It was so humiliating as one naked boy to watch another
naked boy be treated like that... As Stephanie begged, Natasha popped a small
sweet into his mouth... "Good boy... obey me and you'll get lots of
treats..."
I was blushing as
scarlet as Stephanie was and this wasn't happening to me yet. But it was about
to... Emma stepped forward and took the other dog collar and lead from Natasha...
Not sure where to look, I also noticed Suzanne readying her camera for my
'transformation' into a puppy boy. I wasn't sure being a puppy was the best
option after all. Fuck it... yes it was... the other thing was just too...
well, you know what I mean.
"Okay Puppy
Phillipa, sit..." Emma instructed me, her voice commanding and confident.
As humiliating as this was about to be, she was my sweetheart and I wanted to
be a good boy for her... Obediently, I kneeled down on my cushion in front of
Emma and readied myself in the usual 'sit' position. I felt my mouth dry, my
tummy doing somersaults at the thoughts passing through my mind... about to be
turned into a puppy boy... Emma looked down between my legs, staring right at
my stiffly erect little boy sex. What was about to become her little puppy
dog's cock... She smirked at it... seeing how sexually aroused I was... amused
at how obedient I was being... She was as glad to be a girl, as I was ashamed
to be a boy. Finally, she looked into my eyes, her smile now more friendly...
she was my first love. She winked at me...
"Now stay...
hold still Puppy Phillipa..." Emma instructed, her turn to move forward
and reach out to fit the brown leather dog collar around my neck... I was
breathing hard, and gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of the collar fitting
cosily around my neck... It felt so different... and it focussed my attention.
My dominant young female handler adjusted the fit of the collar, standing close
enough to me that I could smell her slight hint of perfume... lavender. I
wanted to kiss her, even though she was dominating me.
As Emma fitted the
collar, I was aware that Caroline was off to my side, having a rummage in the
toy chest. Finally, Emma attached my matching dog lead through the polished metal
clasp. As the clasp clicked, so did the shutter of Suzanne's camera... Two
puppy boys attached to dog leads held by their superior young Mistresses side
by side... The Langton Magna Girls' Club had become the Langton Magna Girls'
Puppy Handling Club...
"Puppy Phillipa..."
Emma addressed me like a teacher to a small boy. "You are now my puppy
boy... and like your boyfriend next to you-"
"W-wait! I'm
not... I mean, he's not my boyfriend!" I began to protest. How could she
say that?
"Quiet Puppy
Phillipa!" Emma shouted at me, reminding me of my place. The tone of her
voice shocked me a little and I felt instantly bad about my outburst. I hoped
that I wouldn't be punished. "Now that you have your collar on, you're a
puppy... not a boy... You're not allowed to talk... You follow the same rules
as Puppy Stephanie... got it?"
"W-wooof..." I barked timidly, ashamed
of how stupid I sounded in front of all of those girls. I tightened the grip of
my fingers behind my head to try and manage my shame.
"Good boy...
that's better!" she said, her voice instantly becoming one of praise
instead... she was an expert boy handler... puppy or human. "I was just
teasing about him being your boyfriend, you silly little thing... Now seeing as
you're new to puppy training, I will forgive you for calling out like a human
after I had put your collar on... But I won't be so lenient next time... Puppy
boys can get the slipper too..." As she said that, she tugged menacingly
on my dog lead, leaving me in no doubt who was in charge. It was in my interest
to obey her. "Okay, Puppy Phillipa, will you be a good puppy boy and obey
me without question today so we can all have fun?"
"Woof!"
I barked more confidently, but still embarrassed as hell.
"Good boy,
I'm sure you're going to be one of the best puppy boys ever... Beg for me, and
I'll let you have a treat..."
I started to whine
a little, using my young adventurer's spirit to get into the role of being
Emma's obedient puppy boy, and I arranged my position to match what Stephanie had
done. I got up on my haunches and held my forearms out like a dog trying to
stand on his back legs with his front paws in the air... It must have looked as
ridiculous as when I watched the other boy do it... But beg I did... I wanted
to do my best for Emma...
"Mmmmnnnnn-mmmmnnnnn..."
I whined insistently, my mouth open to receive my treat. As Emma popped the
little wine gum sweet into my mouth, Suzanne caught the image of me begging
like a dog, attached to a dog lead, ruled over by a girl all on film.
<click>
I still have that
picture in a frame in the loft at the house. I got an enlarged copy of it as a
birthday present from Emma when I turned fifteen... It was A4 in size, and
inside a smart, pine frame. Emma signed it with a message...
'Forever my little puppy boy...
Happy Birthday,
Love From Miss Emma xx'
After being in
that humiliating begging position to accept my sweet, I chewed on it in my
mouth and returned to the standard 'sit' position. I was enjoying the sweet
taste in my mouth, and became curiously aroused by the fact that Emma had held
the sweet in her hand and fed it to me. Yes, I was sexually excited about being
a submissive little doggy boy, and being fed by a girl who was my owner and my
superior. It felt good... I was blushing as scarlet as Stephanie had been
however.
But as you might
guess, with being a member at Langton Magna Girls' Club, when anything 'good'
happens, it's usually followed with another escalation of misery... or
something 'bad.' Well, at the time, what happened next was really bad...
Caroline appeared
from my left and was holding more items in her hand. She handed one to Natasha,
and one to Emma...
"We mustn't
forget their puppy dog tails," Caroline smiled, looking first at
Stephanie, and then at me...
"Woof,
woof!" Stephanie barked twice... obviously in protest. "WOOF, WOOF!"
"Shhhh, Puppy
Stephanie... you can't be a puppy if you don't have a tail..." the older
girl smirked.
"Yeah, slugs
and snails and puppy dog tails... THAT'S
what little boys are made of!" Suzanne giggled mercilessly.
"Mmmmmm-mmmnnnnnn..."
Stephanie whined with desperation. "Woof, WOOF!"
I had no idea what
was going on because I couldn't see what the two girls were holding. It was
only when Natasha ordered the other boy to turn round that I saw it... It was
enough to make any boy bark twice, I can tell you that...
"Turn round
Puppy Stephanie... down on all fours... it's puppy time..." Natasha
ordered. Slowly, he turned round on the cushion and got down on all fours,
still whining quietly under his breath. The bell on the ribbon around his cock
tinkled merrily as he turned. Once on all fours, his bottom became presented to
his girl handler... Miss Natasha.
As Natasha kneeled
down behind the naked boy, I finally saw what was in her hand... It was a thing
that the girls had called a 'tail...' It was actually a small conker (a horse
chestnut seed), carefully drilled out through the middle, with a pink shoelace
passing through it and tied off in a knot to attach the conker to the lace.
Also attached to the lace, were two girlishly pink hair bows...
Maybe this was
going to be as bad as wanking off another boy after all...
"Puppy
Stephanie, reach back with your hands and spread your bum cheeks for
me..." Natasha instructed calmly as though this was the most natural thing
in the world. Obediently, the other naked boy duly reached back with his hands
and pulled his buttocks apart, exposing his anus to the girl. It was kind of
like those pictures of the naked boys in the Big Book of Boy Secrets when we
were being shown all about the perineal raphe scar.
'Oh god... what's
happening? What's she gonna do to him with that?' I thought in horror. I felt
so sorry for Stephanie. My own buttocks clenched tight when I saw what
happened.
Natasha rubbed the
conker into the crease between Stephanie's buttocks, making it slippery with
the excess lotion left over from the earlier inspection. She seemed to be
circling the conker around the boy's anus, and then she did it... she pushed
the little conker right inside his bottom...
"Nnnggghhhhh..."
the other boy gasped as he felt the muscle in his bottom yield and accept the
little conker and the string that formed his new 'tail.' It left the little
pink shoestring hanging down between his legs, like a puppy dog tail, complete
with the two pink hair bows...
"Let go...
It's in... Good boy," Natasha smiled, standing back up on her feet then
reaching down to pat her puppy boy on the back of the head. "Turn round
and sit up like a good doggy..." And Stephanie obeyed. As he turned round,
I could see the scarlet blush of a thoroughly embarrassed boy, a tear running
down his cheek. "That feels better now, doesn't it?"
"Woof..." he barked quietly, a
totally obedient young male puppy, his little circumcised erection poking out
rudely from his crotch, sexually aroused whether he liked it or not.
"Come on then
Puppy Phillipa, let me give you your tail too," Emma said demurely,
expecting me to obey.
"Woof,
woof!" I replied with a desperate protest. I didn't want that... I shook
my head to signify 'no,' and looked pleadingly with my eyes at Emma. "WOOF-WOOF!"
"Come on
Puppy Phillipa," Emma giggled, holding out her hand to me so I could see
what was going to be my tail. It was another small conker, again neatly drilled
out through the middle and another pink shoelace passing through it, tied off
in a girlishly perfect knot. Instead of hair bows, the 'decoration' on my tail
was a small rectangle of black craft card, with neatly printed writing in
silver craft pen on it... The card read,
'Puppy boy,
In training!'
"Mmmmmm-nnnnnnnn,"
I whined pathetically and barked twice in protest once more, totally debasing
myself in front of all the girls.
"We're going
to play puppies now Phillipa, whether you like it or not... If you obey and
take your tail like a good puppy boy, we're going to have a lot of fun..."
Emma coached me like she was addressing a genuinely timid puppy. "Don't
worry Phillipa... it's clean..."
"These tails
have helped train generations of puppy boys," Caroline said, trying to
persuade me that this really was something that I wanted. "Your conker is
very special actually... it's forty six years old... and was used in quite a
few games of conkers... But conkers is a silly game that boys play and we think
this is a much better use for them... Every boy should have one... Now you can
let Emma fit your tail, or I'll do it... what's it to be? Hmmm?"
"Mmmmm-nnnnnn-mmmmm!"
I whined, looking up at Emma, raising myself into a begging position... I
definitely didn't want 'Caroline The Hutt' to have the satisfaction of forcing THAT up my arse. I consoled myself and
trusted that at least if Emma was going to do it, she would be as gentle as she
could... "Woof!" I barked, nodding weakly to signify that I would
obey and submit to have the tail fitted to me.
"That's
better, good boy," Emma praised me, rubbing her hand through my hair.
"Now, get down and turn around and we'll get your tail inside nice and
snug... Then we'll get on with your training and we can all have fun..."
<giggle>
With that, I
copied what Stephanie had done and compliantly turned around on my cushion,
getting down on all fours, resting on my hands and knees.
"Okay, pull
your bum cheeks apart for me Puppy Phillipa..." she commanded. Reluctantly,
with a growing feeling of dread and humiliation, I reached back with my hands
and timidly pulled my buttocks apart, revealing my quivering little anus to my
sweetheart, my Mistress and my conqueress.
I gritted my teeth
and clenched my anus as tight as I could when Emma first started to rub the
conker around the edges of my little puckered starfish... It felt gooey and
slippery back there as a result of my inspection some time previously as Emma
swabbed through the remaining lotion, using it as a lubricant.
'This conker has
been used to help train generations of puppy boys before you...' I heard
Caroline's voice giggling in my mind... 'It's forty six years old... it's been
up lots of boys' bottoms!' I shuddered in panic, my sweetheart was about to
push something into my bottom that had been inside the bottom of other boys...
I didn't like the thought of that... 'It's clean...' I heard Emma's
reassurance. I wasn't as convinced as I would have liked to have been. Would
you? 'We're girls... not savages...'
"Mmmmm-nnnnnnn,"
I whined, wiggling my bottom from side to side as Emma began to push the conker
into the centre of my anus. Gosh that felt so creepy. It began to push against
my muscle and I was having a hard time relaxing enough to allow her to get it inside.
Bless her, she was trying to be gentle with me. My sphincter flinched one last
time and in a split second after it relaxed, Emma finally pushed the conker
inside with a gulp... "NNnnnnngnghhhh... WOOF! WOOF!" But it was too late... it was inside me.
<click> I
heard the camera shutter, my face scarlet with shame at the invasion of my anus
like that. It was a strange sensation having something in my bottom like that,
and it surprised me just how willing my sphincter was to trap the invader inside
my bum. Even when I relaxed and let go of my buttocks, there was no desire for
my body to evacuate the conker and render me tail-less.
"There...
Good boy," Emma said brightly. "It's in... Now turn round like Puppy
Stephanie and sit up like a good doggy..." I did as I was told and as I
moved to match Stephanie's position, I could feel the shoelace hanging down
from my anus between my legs, the little card 'decoration' swinging and
tickling the insides of my thighs. It felt very humiliating.
Emma kneeled down
on one knee in front of me and leaned in to kiss my forehead to express her
delight with me for being a good boy... or a good puppy boy.
There was a brief
moment where I looked to my left and saw Stephen was looking at me. I made eye
contact with him for a few seconds and saw the shame in his eyes. He seemed to
mouth 'sorry' at me. I could do nothing more than offer a slight shrug in case
I started the girls off on some punishment for puppies. I hoped it was enough
to let him know that I wasn't angry...
Sure, it wasn't my
idea of fun, and it was devastatingly humiliating, but I reasoned he made a
choice based on what he thought was best. He was the more experienced boy here,
and I kind of had to trust his judgement. That said, after both having mutually
touched each other's penises, going the next step and wanking each other off
wasn't such a big leap was it? Not with hindsight anyway... But having a conker
and shoelace shoved up your bottom as makeshift tails for us to be pretend
puppies? I might have been tempted to make a different decision if I had known
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
"First
up," Natasha began, "it's time to give the puppy boys a little
walk... nice and gentle... We'll go this way Stephanie, and Emma will take
Phillipa the other way... Let's see how you get on walking with just your
handler..." With that, Natasha tugged on Stephanie's lead and began to
walk her 'puppy' clockwise around the Club hut.
"Come on
Puppy Phillipa, you too," Emma indicated, ushering me into movement with a
tug on my lead too. Both of us boys were down on all fours, walking on our
hands and knees like a dog on four legs. The pace was slow, enough to make sure
that both of us naked puppy boys were seen by all of the girls and making sure
that we were making a good show for Suzanne's SLR.
<click>
As I continued to
'walk' like a puppy at Emma's side, I could hear the girls giggling and
sniggering and whispering between themselves, all accompanied by the tinkling
ring of the bell attached to Stephanie's penis. You can picture the scene.
It was quite rough
on my kneecaps as I was being walked around the hut by a girl. The sense of
humiliation reminding me each time Emma gave a little tug on my lead to keep me
on track...
"Good boy...
you'll make a great puppy boy real soon!" Emma teased, patting my head
with her free hand.
It wasn't that
long before we were half way round the hut and reached the same point as
Natasha and Puppy Stephanie walking the other way.
"Stop Puppy
Stephanie," Natasha called. Emma gave me the same instruction... Both of
us boys stopped and waited obediently. "Okay, pretend this is the first
time that you two puppies have met each other... We don't trust you to be off
your leads yet, but look each other over and have a sniff around... you know
what doggies do when they meet each other for the first time... Now you do
it!" <giggle>.
Well what do you
think two dogs being introduced to each other for the first time do? The
definitely have a good look and sniff around their new buddy. The girls tugged
our leads and made Stephanie and I walk round each other... the little tinkling
bell hanging freely from the other boy's penis an ever present reminder of the
balance of power in the Club.
"Shake
hands... come on, don't be shy..." Emma instructed. "You're friends
now... aren't you boys?" With that, I stopped in front of Stephanie and
held out my right hand. Blushing scarlet, the other boy looked at me and slowly
held out his hand to shake mine. "Say hello then... don't be rude..."
"Mmmmm-nnnnn,"
I whined to start with, looking everywhere but at the boy, it was so
humiliating. "Woof!" I barked, continuing to shake his hand.
"Woof..." he replied half-hearted
and let go of my hand. "Grrrrrrr...." he growled as he passed by me
under the leadership of Natasha's leash. Looking back, with those real dog
collars fitted around our necks, I realise that we looked like a couple of
proper slave boys... Like something out of the magazines I saw in the toy
chest.
"Okay
stop..." I heard Natasha call out barely two or three seconds after we had
started moving again. My head was next to Stephanie's right buttock... and his
head was next to mine... "Do what little puppies do... sniff
around..." The other girls in the hut giggled at the command. But I'm sure
that Stephen was as horrified as me. I knew damn well what the girl meant...
she wanted me to sniff his bottom like a real dog does. And she wanted Stephen
to sniff at mine.
Well, there was
that sinking feeling of defeat and dejection in my tummy again as my face
turned crimson. It was a terrifying thought being so close to another boy's
naked bottom let alone having to obey a girl and actually sniff at it.
"Woof-WOOF!" I protested and made a
move to pull away, but Emma tugged me back into place.
"Do it!"
Natasha insisted. "You're puppy boys now... and you agreed to
obey..."
So with a
foreboding feeling of dread, I turned slightly to my right and breathed in.
With encouragement from Stephanie's handler, I moved my face to within an inch
or two of the other boy's buttock and breathed in again... I couldn't smell
anything other than skin. After all, we'd both passed our inspection and it was
only his buttock after all.
"Right in
Phillipa..." Emma said to my chagrin, leading me forward and round a
little so that my face was barely ten centimetres from the crease of
Stephanie's buttocks... I was staring right at the other boy's decorative
tail... "Say hello properly..." I leaned in as close as I dared, and
took another breath, as shallow as I dared, I was actually sniffing the other
boy's bottom now... I couldn't delay it any longer and I couldn't deny it. Any
closer, and my chin, or even worse, my nose would make contact with the skin of
his buttocks.
<sniff,
sniff> I sounded as my eyes remained shut tight in horror and shame.
Fortunately, all I
could smell was the baby lotion... which with uncertainty made me recall,
albeit fleetingly, that flashback I had earlier. Of being naked on that rug in
front of the real coal fire. The blonde haired birthday girl commenting on my
little puppy tail... My little boy penis, not
the one up my bottom... Being led by the hand into the makeshift den by
those girls... But not remembering what happened next.
"Grrrrr!"
I heard Stephanie growl in horror and anger that I was sniffing his bottom like
a puppy dog. His growl re-focussed my thoughts, reminding me that I was down on
all fours, between the legs of another boy, looking like one dog sniffing the
bottom of another.
"Good
boy!" Emma said quickly ending that ordeal. "Now back up, Stephanie
wants to say hello too..." And with that, I was aware of the other boy
being led round this time, right up behind me. And shortly thereafter, I heard
the reluctant sound of him smelling my bottom... I was so glad, for him and for
me, that I was clean too.
"Good boy
Puppy Stephanie, that's how to say hello to new puppy boys... Come on, beg for
me..." Natasha said to the other boy. I assume she was giving him another
sweet, because Emma had me beg for her too and gave me another wine gum... It
was so emasculating and embarrassing.
As I sat up and
begged in the manner I was now accustomed to, it felt particularly odd having
that conker and the shoelace 'tail' pressed into the hole of my bottom like
that... The lace tickled me when it touched my sensitive skin back there, more
so when the little freely swinging card decoration made contact with me too.
"Okay, sit
Phillipa..." Emma commanded me, and I immediately adopted my 'sit'
position at her side. "Puppy Stephanie is going to show you the next
obedience game..."
"Yep,
Stephanie's a very good puppy boy, aren't ya boy?" she giggled, patting
his head.
"Woof..." the boy responded. Natasha
removed the lead, leaving Stephen with just the dog collar on around his neck.
Josie handed Natasha a small, light green coloured dog toy shaped like a bone.
She squeezed the toy to make it squeak and tossed the toy to the other side of
the hut... That squeaking noise haunts me to this day.
"Go fetch
Stephanie... there's a good boy..." Natasha commanded. As quick as he
could, Stephanie began to crawl across the floor of his 'own free will' and to
where the green dog toy was... his little bell ringing and jingling attached to
the ribbon tied around his penis... Once at the toy, he leaned down, and picked
it up with his teeth.
<squeak> the
toy sounded as the boy gripped it between his teeth. He turned round and
started to make his way back to where his young female handler was stood
waiting patiently for him...
"Mmmmm-nnnnnn,"
Stephanie whined like a puppy that was eager to please his Mistress as he
kneeled down in front of Natasha with the dog toy in his mouth...
<squeak...
squeak...> the puppy boy squeezed the toy between his teeth in the manner in
which he had been trained to do.
"Good
boy!" Natasha praised him. "Now drop..." With that command, the
puppy boy dropped the green toy at the girl's feet and then returned to the sit
position to await his next command. Meanwhile, Emma took time to pet my head
with her hand, occasionally tickling me under my chin...
Natasha made
Stephanie fetch the green toy a couple more times, but after the third game of
fetch, she left the puppy boy on the spot with the toy in his mouth...
<squeak...
squeak... squeak...>
"Okay Puppy
Stephanie... HEEL!" Natasha
commanded firmly, bringing the other boy to instant subservience. "Let's
see if Phillipa can do it too... It's time for your new puppy friend to play
fetch now too... But he needs the toy off you... I want you to be a good boy
and give the toy to him so that he can practice with his Mistress. But
remember, you're a doggy boy... you don't have hands..."
"Mmmmm-nnnnnn!"
Stephanie protested with the toy in his mouth, he looked mortified. If he
couldn't use his hands, the only alternative for him, and for me, was for the
toy to be passed from 'puppy to puppy' using our mouths...
'Oh god... it's
all covered in his puppy saliva!' I thought with disgust. So I started
protesting to Emma too, whining like a wounded little puppy.
"Don't worry...
it's just his spit," Emma said, trying to reassure me. "It's not like
you two haven't kissed before. You do know that when you kiss somebody you
share saliva don't you, dummy?" <giggle> My protest faded, I knew I
couldn't refuse or things would just get worse.
I faced Stephanie
as he crawled slowly over to me and came right up to me so that we were face to
face. His eyes were glazed and lost looking. It was mutual humiliation. The
look that showed the price being paid for being submissive to girls, and being
repeatedly bested by them. He was on auto-pilot now, in the zone where shame
was being blocked out as best as a boy could.
"Go on...
give him the toy Stephanie," Natasha encouraged. With that, Stephanie
leaned forward and pressed the toy to my mouth...
<squeak> the
toy sounded.
"Grrrrrrr..."
he growled a little at me as I reluctantly opened my mouth, feeling the wetness
of his saliva coating it. Trying to convince myself that it was just like
giving a girl a French kiss, I gingerly gripped my side of the toy between my
teeth and made the toy squeak again.
<squeak,
squeak> That indicated to Stephanie that I had control of the toy and he let
go of it and returned to Natasha's side, the bell ringing from between his legs
all the while he moved across the floor. I couldn't work out which one of us
boys were being humiliated the most. As soon as he was back at Natasha's side,
she reattached the dog lead through the clasp of the collar around his neck,
once more under the girl's strict control.
Turning round
while attached to my dog lead, I faced Emma and presented the dog toy to her.
She carefully removed it from my mouth, then fiddled with the clasp of the
collar around my neck. I was being let off the lead...
"Good boy...
now go fetch!" Emma said,
tossing the toy into the air. I watched as it arced over the top of the other
girls and to the far side of the hut. I realised as I began my 'walk' or crawl
across the floor that I would have to pass directly between where the other
girls were. It felt rough (not a pun by the way) on my kneecaps as I scurried
as fast as I could to where the toy fell. Oh gosh... the task of trying to
scurry across the floor on my hands and knees was tough enough... but doing it
with a hard little conker up inside my bottom felt excruciatingly peculiar...
My sphincter clenched tight to stop it from accidentally popping out and
shaming me further. All I could do was grunt and squirm my bottom to try and
keep it in place. I guess this was part of my training.
As I approached,
the group of watching girls parted like Moses parting the Red
Sea. Only I was a dumb looking little puppy boy, parting what felt
like a sea of young dominant girls instead of the crashing waves of doom. I
guess the comparison was more true than I cared to admit at the time. They were
giggling at me and making comments about my 'nudie boy puppy tail' as I passed
them, the tell-tale click of Suzanne's camera cementing my shame for eternity.
Finally, I reached
the toy, and bent my head forward to pick it up off the dusty floor. It was
still damp with Stephen's saliva after his turn at performing the tricks. And
it was cold and felt dirty as my teeth gripped round it. <squeak> I tried
hard to minimise the contact with the toy itself, so I didn't have to feel his
slippery saliva in my mouth, or on my lips... I clung on to the notion that you
can't taste or feel anything when you're gripping it purely between your teeth
like that. The down side to doing that was that it made my breathing sound like
a young dog panting. This really was humiliating.
As bravely as I
could, I turned round on the floor, and scurried back to my young mistress, my
'puppy tail' with cardboard decoration hanging down between my legs at the
back, while my aroused little erection poked forward like a hairless boy-dog's
knot. I could feel it waggling from side to side and I could only imagine what
I looked like. Just the same as how I had seen Stephanie look when he performed
his doggy trick before me.
"Mmmmm-nnnn..."
I whined when I got back to Emma, holding my head up and looking into her eyes
with sadness. She looked like she thought I was cute, a fact that was later
confirmed... She thought my sad looking 'puppy eyes' were adorable. I couldn't
see anything adorable about me at all at that moment. Nothing but a vision of
totally humiliated preteen masculinity.
"Good boy!
Now, drop it!" Emma commanded
me, and I instantly looked down to the floor submissively and dropped the toy
at her feet. She knelt down on one knee to collect the toy and the shameful
game of fetch began again.
I played the
'fetch' game for Emma another twice before that particular humbling was
complete. My arms and legs ached and I was beginning feel more and more tired.
My kneecaps were turning red raw with the friction of moving across the floor
like an overgrown puppy.
"HEEL Phillipa... come on boy..."
Emma instructed confidently, eager to reattach the lead to the collar around my
neck. When under her direct control again, she ruffled my hair with her hand
once more to let me know I had done well. "Good boy Phillipa..." As
the toy was discarded for use another day, both of us boys were then called to
action once again.
"Okay puppy
boys," Natasha smiled, enjoying this game infinitely more than either
Stephen or I. "Do either of you need a
little puppy wee-wee?" Well, I looked at Stephen, and he looked at me...
our eyes saucered wide. I for one was stiff as a board down there as a result
of the drink I had been given and I knew that the other boy was too - though we
didn't know that was why we were in a state of permanent sexual arousal.
"Woof-woof!"
Stephanie barked to say 'no.' I responded 'no' too in the same way. "Hmmm,
okay, well we want you to show us how a good puppy boy takes his tinkle... So
you first Stephanie... come on..." With that, she led the other bare naked
puppy boy, with ringing bell attached to the ribbon tied round his penis, and
the ornate puppy tail sticking out of his bottom.
I watched and
listened to the girls giggling as my naked fellow boy was marched to one of the
toy chests by his girl handler.
"Okay...
tinkle time... come on boy... we're waiting..." Natasha said again to her
nervous looking puppy boy. He was blushing scarlet, and he bashfully began to
cock his left leg into the air, doing a very 'convincing' impression of a
boy-dog taking a leak up against the wooden toy chest.
<click-click>
went the camera around Suzanne's neck. It was bad enough feeling the shame and
humiliation on behalf of the naked boy performing that debasing act in front of
me, but my thoughts quickly raced to remind me that I was going to be next,
following the example that Stephanie had just made. And so it was, Emma started
to lead me over to the toy chest where 'Puppy Stephanie' had just marked his
territory...
"Come on
Puppy Phillipa..." Emma encouraged brightly. She was enjoying this game
too, maybe not as much as the other girls, but she was relishing the chance to
exert her authority on a submissive member of the opposite sex. "Your
turn... go on... don't be shy... there are no Puppy Girls here to watch you or male
fun of you..." I blushed hard at the words that came out of Emma's
mouth... it was as though she were talking to me like I really was a puppy... a
boy puppy afraid to have girl puppies watching him take a toilet stop. The
irony was, there were so many fully clothed human girls there watching me, a
naked human boy, pretending to take a piss like a dog.
But I did it... I
cocked my leg like Stephanie had done and pretended to pee like a dog.
<click...
click> went the camera again. Another puppy boy for their expanding album.
After I was done, 'Stephanie'
was marched by Natasha over to the other toy chest...
"Okay boys,
jump up onto your toy chests..." Natasha instructed, leading Stephanie as
he climbed up onto his, while Emma encouraged me to climb up onto mine...
"That's it... sit up on your haunches and beg like a good little
puppies... We're nearly done with the puppy training lesson for today..."
Reluctant and
bashful, first Stephanie, then me, sat up obediently on our haunches, our legs
apart and our sexually aroused boy parts all on full display in front of our
girl shaped mistresses.
"Mmmmmm-nnnnnnn,"
both of us puppy boys whined as our arms came out submissively at the front,
proving how convincingly we could beg like needy little dogs.
"Awwww...
There's a good pair of little puppy boys, hmmm? Good boy Phillipa..."
Natasha praised me, then did the same for the other boy.
<click> went
the camera.
"Now yelp for
us... beg for your treat... Tongue out, and beg for us... just like good little
puppies... go on... don't be shy now..."
"Mmmmmmm-nnnnnnn,"
Stephanie whined and began to yelp... "Woof! Mmmmmm-nnnnnnn, YELP!"
And yes, I did the
same, but I'm too embarrassed to type it all again. Surely just jerking off
another boy would have been so much more simple, and it would have been
over a lot more quickly?
"There you go
boy!" Emma said, stuffing another tasty and juicy wine gum sweet into my
mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Natasha pushed one into
Stephanie's mouth too.
"What a good
little puppy boy you are..." Natasha praised him, rubbing her hand over
his back as he continued to kneel up on his haunches like me, everything he had
between his legs so rudely exposed for all of the girls to see. Just like how
mine was too.
"And you
Phillipa... we're so pleased with you..." Emma praised again with
affection, patting my back and reaching up to tickle her finger under my
chin...
"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn,
Yelp!" I whined... And there, I
finally typed it for you. Satisfied?
"Good boy
Phillipa," she enthused, "now... let's show the girls how clever you
are... count the answer for me... What is two plus three?" I thought about
it a moment and wondered what Emma was getting at and what she wanted me to do.
I kind of knew what she wanted but felt embarrassed to do it and I looked at
her with my sad eyes again. "Come on... it's simple maths that even a boy
can do... count it out like a puppy... what is two, plus three?"
"Woof...
woof... woof... woof... woof!" I barked my reply in answer to my handler's
question. I felt so dumb, but what could I do? I was attached to a dog lead,
with a conker pushed up my bottom... a pink shoelace hanging out of my anus
like a puppy tail. I had 'let' the girls do it to me too... I'd submitted.
"Good boy...
and tell me... are boys better than girls?" Emma smirked, verbally
trapping me as she held my dog lead tighter, pulling my neck towards her
slightly to remind me who was in charge. I swallowed hard and blushed, about to
betray my sex again... I really wanted to bark just the once... but I was
finding it more difficult by the day to believe that boys were better. The
girls were showing me more and more that proved to me that it just wasn't the
case... Deep down, I knew that girls were superior... My cock tingled and
flexed beyond my control as I thought about it briefly. My very own badge of
masculinity reminding me of my inferiority.
"Woof-woof!"
I barked 'no.'
"Good boy
Phillipa!" Emma grinned, relaxing her hold on my lead slightly.
"Now you
Puppy Stephanie..." Natasha joined in with this latest humbling.
"What is two plus eight?" The other naked boy quickly barked out ten
times to give his answer to the maths question. "Excellent... now in front
of all the girls... do you admit that girls are better than boys?"
"Grrrrrrrrrr!"
Stephanie blushed, growling with bitterness. "Woof!" he finally
relented quietly, blushing as he betrayed the Boys Rebel Alliance too.
"That was
weak, even for a puppy boy!" Natasha teased... "Come on, louder. Be
proud of it like a girl... Are girls better than boys?"
"WOOF!" he barked more loudly this
time to confirm his answer, 'yes.' He looked down at the floor in shame. This
ordeal was seemingly never ending.
"Good
boy..." his handler praised him, delighted by his answer and his
obedience. She reached behind him and rubbed her hand over his buttocks.
"That's right... girls are better at everything... never forget
it..."
"Alright
girls... time is getting on now... Keep your puppy boys obedient and
attentive... and have them display for you..." Caroline said, motioning
for her younger sister to step closer to us. "Let's have a nice close up
shot of each girl with her little obedient puppy boy... Nineteen eighty six is
going to be the best year ever..."
With that, Natasha
fiddled with the ribbon of enslavement around Stephanie's penis, making sure
the bell rang a couple of times for artistic effect as she fondled his erection
with her fingers. It flexed and bobbed a couple of times for her, way beyond
Stephen's control.
"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn..."
Stephanie whined with desperation, no doubt feeling the tingly need within his
genitals.
"Good boy
Stephanie... hands a little higher... beg for me and whine like a love struck
puppy... Go on... louder..."
"MMMMmmmmm-NnnnnnNNNnnn!"
he obeyed. "YELP!"
<click>
Suzanne took her latest picture, this time of a grinning Natasha, and her boy
puppy.
"Now your
turn Phillipa..." Emma said, focussing my attention on her as my handler.
"You're a puppy boy, so you don't have hands remember... So I just need to
skin you back like a rabbit okay?" With that, she reached between my legs
and gripped my erection, just below the covered glans.
"MMMMMmmmmmm-NnNNNNNNnnnn!"
I whined as I felt her fingers grip firmly and tug my foreskin downwards... In
no time at all, she had drawn the skin back until it fit snugly into the groove
of my corona... The cool air reacted to the damp tip of my glans and once more,
I felt fully nude in front of the girls. I kneeled up on my haunches as high as
I could, stretched my arms out and whined again, just like Stephanie was
doing... "MMmmmmm-Nnnnnnnn! YELP!"
<blush>
<click> Emma
and I, captured for posterity and eternity. Her holding a dog lead attached to a
collar around my neck. Me, on top of a wooden toy chest, kneeling up on my
haunches, fully naked with my boy genitals all on display, at the command of my
young female superior.
Our handlers
finally stood back and looked us two puppy boys over from head to toe, brimming
with victory and girlish pride...
<click>
Suzanne had moved back a little and caught a wider angled image. The shutter
activated to catch the portrait of two obedient little naked puppy boys, their
cute little hairless erections so prominently displayed between their legs as
they sat up and begged, whining obediently for the room full of confident young
mistresses.
The world was
still a full ten years away from that girl-band named 'The Spice Girls' and the
official birth of the phrase 'Girl Power...' But right there in the hut, that
was real girl power... Two pubescent girls demonstrating their rightful
supremacy and domination over their peers belonging to the opposite sex, for
nothing more than their amusement. Us boys really were the humiliated sex...
After that staged
and invasive photo-call, both Stephanie and I were escorted down from the top
of our respective toy chests and back into place next to each other in the
middle of the hut, sitting as instructed on our cushions. Puppy time was nearly
at an end. As I climbed down from the toy chest I had been kneeling on, I could
once more feel the foreskin of my penis slip back into place covering my glans.
And with the movement of my body as I climbed down, I could still feel the hard
little conker inside my bottom, anxiously making me keep hold of it by
clenching my buttocks together, feeling the shoelace tickling my skin when it
made contact.
"Okay little
puppy boys," Caroline regained control of the meeting from her two
protégés, standing in front of both Stephanie and I.
"You both did very well with your training, and of course, superb puppy
handling skills as we would have expected from both Natasha and Emma. We'll be
playing those games a lot from now on... So now I think a little reward is in
order for you both for being such good little puppy boys... You'd like a treat
wouldn't you Puppy Stephanie?"
"Woof!"
the naked boy next to me barked enthusiastically. More enthusiastic than at any
time that day so far. Maybe this was the turning point for us today.
"And what
about you Puppy Phillipa... would you like a nice treat too? Hmmmm?"
"Woof!" I replied, the same as the
other boy, though not with the same conviction. But after such a shameful
debasement as I was experiencing, the chance of a treat had to be grasped with
both paws!
"Good... and
do you both promise to be good Puppy Boys if I ask Natasha and Emma to remove
your leads?"
"WOOF!" we both barked in unison.
Anything to make us feel more human again... I felt my bottom clench a little,
with some sort of canine excitement... It reminded me that I could feel the
little conker invader still up inside me. And I was aware that by having both
my dog lead and collar removed, that I would be able to talk once more... like
a human boy. Sadly, for now, there was no prospect of losing that 'tail' from
my bottom, that still hung down out of me between my buttocks and down between
my legs. I felt so stupid looking.
"Okay
girls... it's time for our puppy boys to return to the real world
<giggle> and act like normal nudie slave boys again," Caroline
smirked, giving the order for Natasha and Emma to remove our dog leads, and
then our collars. "We'll leave the tails in for now though... It might
help make their treat feel a little more... hmmmm, special!"
"Yay! Leave
them in!" Suzanne giggled. "It's in the book, it's in the book... All
boys love something up there when they get a treat!" <giggle>
It felt good to
lose the collar from around my neck. It wasn't the feeling of possible strangulation
that I found uncomfortable. These were girls, not savages... But it was the
whole... I don't know, the feeling of imprisonment, the restriction... The
feeling that a girl (even though it was Emma) was in absolute control of me...
where I walked, what I did and how I did it. And that I couldn't talk, instead,
only making doggy sounds. It was surreal... and very embarrassing. It
heightened the developing recognition of female authority through role-play
experience, and my boyish acquiescence to female superiority.
"For your
treats," Caroline continued, making sure that both Stephanie and I were
engaging her in eye contact, "I will take into account all the good things
you have done, and all of the occasions where you have behaved like good,
<giggle> upstanding junior
members of the Club... First Stephanie, after a slow start, you will be
rewarded for the nice recital of the boy's code that you did with Phillipa. You
passed your inspection with flying colours today too, so well done. Of course,
your behaviour and obedience during puppy training today was very good indeed.
You set such a wonderful example to our newest puppy boy, Phillipa... so you
will rewarded handsomely real soon..."
"Thank you
Miss Caroline," Stephen quietly acknowledged the older, bigger girl. He
didn't seem quite as enthusiastic as before and it reflected the very
undulating peaks and troughs of emotion and embarrassment that us boys had to
endure. I was quite excited at the thought of getting a treat, and hopefully
'feeling good.' Then again, this was all so new to me.
"And you
Phillipa, you did well when you recited your boys' code with Stephanie, and you
gave a lovely introduction. I will give you special praise for how you
responded to Stephanie's reluctance when you met 'her' for the first time, and
took it upon yourself to encourage 'her' like I would expect you to encourage
any girl to take her rightful place as your superior. Don't think I didn't
notice how sweet you were about that..." That made me blush... I was
starting to think that I was becoming a properly valued member of the Club,
albeit an inferior junior member and bearer of a penis that now belonged to
girls.
"You also
performed well in your first session of puppy boy training and you got to see
just how much fun we can all have together playing games like that... But
today's star performance from you in the Club, was your presentation on boys'
perineal raphe scars... With a bit of practice, we'll be able to let you
demonstrate that at one of our sister Clubs next term... maybe at one of the
after school girls' clubs. Maybe for the Third Kirby Parva Brownies next term.
They've been crying out for another appearance by a Langton Magna boy... That
would be fun, wouldn't it?"
"I guess so
Miss Caroline... th-thank you..." I said, meaning to thank her for my
impending reward, and not the prospect of having to go through all of that
raphe stuff again for another set of giggling, ogling girls. How humiliating to
suddenly remember my presentation about that, much less set myself into a panic
at the thought of doing it all over again, in front of even more girls.
"Good
boy..." she smiled. "Natasha, as Stephanie's handler today, it would
be appropriate for you to give him his reward. Use this like we do normally,
but explain to Phillipa all about the 'wet' method of milking a boy like
Stephanie..." With that, Caroline handed Natasha one of the small plastic
pear shaped bottles, like the ones that contained the baby lotion that had been
used to perform our bottom inspections earlier.
"Hmmm, this
will be fun for all of us I think," Natasha giggled, taking hold of the
lotion bottle. "So Phillipa, you won't have seen this yet, but basically,
because circumcised boys are different from you, they have to be milked using
what we call the 'wet' method. When I say 'milk' a boy, I mean to masturbate
him... to wank him... Obviously, you
two are both still immature and unable to produce 'boy milk...' But that will
come in time..." she giggled at her own ironic joke. "Then we can
milk you like a cow! Anyway, boys like Stephanie here don't have a foreskin to
rub back and forth over the glans of their willy when being milked. Trying to
milk a circumcised boy 'dry,' like how we wank you Phillipa, would be horrible
for him... And we're girls, not savages."
Collectively, the
other girls giggled at what was becoming another new catchphrase I was hearing
as a junior member of the Club.
"Lie down on
your cushion Stephanie... get yourself into 'playtime' position for me..."
Natasha instructed the other naked boy. He began to obey instantly.
"That's it... good girl... I'm going to give you a really nice reward now,
in front of all the girls... You're looking forward to this part of the day
now, aren't you?"
"Yes, Miss
Natasha," he said quietly, resting his bottom down on his cushion, the
little bell attached to the ribbon around his cock letting everyone know it was
still there.
<tinkle,
tinkle>
'Stephanie' bent
his knees and pressed the soles of his feet together, resting his hands on top of
his head... he was quickly into 'playtime' position, his bare naked, hairless
circumcised erection pointing skyward. Natasha knelt down on a cushion next to
him, adjacent to his exposed crotch.
"Stephanie,
ask me nicely to play with you... in front of the girls..." Natasha said
calmly to her boyish subject.
"Please Miss
Natasha... will you play with my willy and... <blush> m-make me feel good
in front of the girls?"
"And will you
always obey girls, and understand that they are superior to you in every
way?"
"Y-yes Miss
Natasha... I know that girls are... superior
to boys and... and I'll always obey them... I promise..." I could tell
that he was embarrassed as he was made to say all of these humiliating things,
just like I was always embarrassed about them too. The way he said the word
'superior' left nobody in any doubt at how difficult it was, how humiliating it
was for a boy to admit that, even after all this time, this being his second
year at the Club.
"Good
girl," Natasha praised him quietly. With that, she began to fiddle with
the knot that tied the ribbon of enslavement around Stephanie's penis... She
made quick and efficient work of unfastening the knot and unravelling the
ribbon. As she pulled it free from around his erection, Stephanie gasped with
the sensation of relief of no longer having something tied around the most
sacred part of his body.
Giggling at his
reaction, Natasha began to rub her hand over the supine boy's tummy, rubbing
from the pubis of his hairless crotch, up over his tummy, around his navel and
up to his nipples...
"Mmmmnngghghh,"
Stephanie panted as the girl touched him and petted his tummy like he was still
a reclining puppy dog laying on his back. I saw his toes wriggle and the penis
between his legs waggled as his muscles contracted inside him. He was under her
control. Instead of her puppy boy now, he was her puppet instead.
"Good girl..." Natasha sighed. "Nice
and attentive... like boys should be..." She popped the lid on the pear
shaped bottle and squelched some of the liquid into her palm... "Phillipa,
to milk a boy using the 'wet' method, a girl has to have some sort of lotion on
her hands to help lubricate the boy's penis. That makes up for his lack of
foreskin and enables the girl to actively stimulate the boy's glans properly...
skin to skin..." With that, she wrapped the lotion covered palm around
Stephanie's stiff and needy looking erection...
"Ohhhhh,
gosh... Mmmmmm," Stephanie sighed as he felt Natasha's hand grip his
penis... She worked her slippery palm down to the root of his crotch first,
then pulled back upwards, making sure the whole of his penis was being
lubricated by the lotion. It became clear to me just why this was called the
'wet' method. It looked wet, it looked slippery... it even sounded slippery.
Above all, it looked kind of 'fun...' But it also looked like quite a bit of a
faff. As though circumcised boys had to make so much mess to make themselves
feel good in private... All sorts of equipment needed to make a circumcised boy
orgasm that heightened the risk of getting discovered. One more reason I didn't
want to ever be circumcised.
"Ohhhhhh...
Mmmmmm," Stephanie whimpered with delirium as his girl handler continued
the full length application of the lotion covered hand up and down his
enchanted penis as it tried to salute her.
"There...
Stephanie's little penis is nice and slick now..." Natasha said proudly,
speaking from her experience and quickly changing her technique of handling the
boy's penis. Her hand seemed to grip his shaft a little tighter, and her
strokes, although still quite slow, were focussed more on the top third of his
pre-pubescent sex organ. The colour of his glans was turning to a more angry
looking red colour as the girl's palm danced and squelched over what I knew
would be a very sensitive and tingling tip, and down to an inch or so below the
glans itself... Up... and down... Up... and down... her enclosed fingers,
overtly rubbing over the coronal ridge of his mushroom tip.
"Ohhhhh...
Miss Natasha... Oh gosh..." Stephanie panted as he succumbed to the main
act of the masturbatory milking granted to him by his young conqueress. Looking
back on all this now, each time a girl did this to a boy at the Club, it was a
graphic reminder as to why boys like us always kept on coming back... as though
any boy deep down, would always let girls take full control of them like
that... Given the pleasing feelings it conjured in their penis, any boy would
surrender control of their formerly private parts to females like this wouldn't
they?
And of course, it
was a proven reminder therefore, that the penis was a boy's main weakness, and
the need to feel good ruled over almost everything else in a boy's mind once
he'd been introduced to the feeling. It was an addiction, 'Mother Nature's'
secret curse for boys, mixing chemistry and biology to keep boys in need of
feeling something... And nature had deemed that making a boy feel good, was
something that girls could somehow do better than boys themselves.
You see, a boy doing
it for himself was pleasurable... of course. But having a girl do it to him
instead... well, it was about five times better. The girls knew it... the girls
knew everything about boys... And us boys would do anything... say anything...
agree to anything, just to feel a girl do 'that' to him. In that way,
everything a girl needed in order to recognise and learn more about her
superiority over boys was documented in the toy chests or on the high shelf...
and freely demonstrated in the Club. The opportunities to practice and assert
her authority and dominance over a boy or several boys at once, was so easily
practiced through various role-play techniques such as Stephanie and I were
'suffering' at that moment, and would do again time after time. Like
generations of boys before us. Including my dad...
"Now I'm
giving Stephanie the main part of his reward for being a good boy
today..." Natasha smiled, looking over at me to make sure I was watching
what she was doing. It was thrilling to watch another boy being 'milked' like
that by a girl... I wondered if that was what I looked like when I was 'giving
in' and being wanked by a girl too. And so I couldn't help but feel the
tingling sense of humiliation in how the whole scene was playing out. Only boys
were nude... Girls were allowed to spank boys... Girls were allowed to touch
boys, sexually... But not the other way around.
'Girls are in
charge... boys are not,' I mused, biting my lip as I watched Natasha and
'Stephanie's' little reward ceremony. 'Boys are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule... and boys obey... Because girls are superior in every way...'
"Mmmmgghghh..."
the boy continued to pant, his hips slowly starting to match the cadence of his
girl handler's masturbation of him. Even with his soles pressed together, his
toes continued to stretch and wriggle as he felt the girl masturbating him in
earnest now, trying to ride all of the sensations he was being 'treated' to.
"The Big Book
Of Boy Secrets tells us that methods of lubricating a nudie slave boy's penis
for a 'wet' method milking vary..." Natasha continued with nonchalance, as
though this was the most natural thing that had happened all day, and talking
about it was even more natural... well practiced and trivial even.
"Circumcised boys tend to use Vaseline based products if they are doing
this for themselves... and some of our sister Girls' Clubs, especially those we
correspond with in America often use Vaseline type products too... Some use sun
cream... some use baby lotion like us here... and some even use their spit...
But we're nice girls, not savages and we don't like the thought of spitting.
It's a dirty habit... isn't it Stephanie?"
"Oh yes, Miss
Natasha... Ohhhhhhhh..." he panted as the girl continued to masturbate
him.
"<giggle>
Are men superior to women Stephanie? Hmmm?" she teased the boy, stopping
her up and down movement and gently squeezing the glans of his cock with her
palm... <squeeze... squeeze>
"Noooo! Miss
Natasha, please don't stop!" He replied quickly. <squeeze, squeeze>
"Women are superior Miss Natasha... girls rule!"
<squeeeeeze... TUG> At that, she moved her hand
downward, pulling on the flesh of his cock tightly as the slippery palm slowly
slid down his shaft. It was pulling at the remaining skin of his cock.
"Nnnnngghghhh...
agggghhhh!" he gasped, feeling the discomfort, the fiery red tip of his
cock straining upward, calling for mercy from it's conqueress.
"Forever?"
Natasha asked him... moving her hand back up and tugging downward again...
"Ohhhh god! YES Miss Natasha... girls will always
rule! ALWAYS... There's... oh
gosh... <blush> nothing that boys
can do to stop it..."
"Mmmmm, good
boy..." Natasha smiled with obvious approval at the boy's humiliating
admission, relenting on his penis with her hand, to resume her previous, more
'boy-friendly' masturbatory technique. Up... and down... up and down... a
little more quickly now. "Feels much nicer for a cute little nudie slave
boy when he obeys the girls... and they let him feel good, doesn't it?
Hmmmm?"
"Mmmm yeah...
th-thank you... Miss Natasha," Stephanie gasped with relief and the return
to more pleasurable feelings in his actively aroused boy-genitals.
<wank...
diddle... wank...>
"Boys that
still have their foreskin, like you Phillipa," Natasha said, looking at me
once more as I watched. "They can use the 'wet' method as well..."
<wank... diddle... wank... wank...> "But one of the main reasons I
enjoy doing this to circumcised boys like Stephanie using the 'wet' method, is
that the most sensitive part of him that's left..." <wank... diddle...
wank> "This bit, here on his glans... I can make him orgasm without
there being a barrier of skin like you have, rubbing you to a climax...
Instead, it's just my hand, directly touching him, on his oversized boy clitoris...
my hand, making a boy cum!"
Her words were
another reminder that a boy's penis was nothing more than an oversized
development of a girl's clitoris. That we were once girls until Mother Nature
decided that we weren't good enough to continue as females.
"Little Stephanie
Roberts... the cute little circumcised boy who went to the vets like a sick
puppy... Hmmm?" <wank... diddle... wank> "Had to have a little
puppy boy operation to stop his little weakling willy getting infected... and
to help us keep him nice and clean... like a girl... hmmm?" <wank...
wank... wank...>
"Ohhhhh...
Miss Natasha... <blush> Mmmm... I'm nearly..." Stephanie gasped and
panted, raising his hips a little higher now to meet her masturbatory strokes
as she teased him verbally. He was getting close...
"You ready to
cum like a girl Stephanie? Hmmm? You want to cum now, in front of the
girls?" Natasha teased... <wank... diddle... wank... wank>
"Yesssss,
Miss Natasha... please!" the boy panted. "Please make me cum...
ohhhhh gosh... <blush> in front... of the girls..." <wank... diddle... wank> "I'm your...
nudie... slave boy... let the girls watch..." <wank... wank... wank>
"Very well...
slave boy... but don't you forget to say your words... When you cum... I want
you to say them nice and loud so we can all hear..." Natasha ordered,
before gripping Stephen's penis more tightly, and finally picking up the
pace... She was going to do it... make another boy cum right there in front of
me as I watched... as the other girls watched.
<wank-wank-wank-wank-diddle-wank-wank>
Her hand began to move furiously quick as she expertly brought the boy to the
edge of his sexual conclusion. Five, maybe six seconds...
<wank-wank-wank-wank... diddle... squelch... wank-wank-wank>
"Oh god! Miss
Natasha... it's... oh gosh... I'm cumming..." Stephen gasped loudly,
taking a deep breath. I breathed deeply too and held it inside, as I watched
and focussed on the other boy experiencing a sexual climax like my own, for the
very first time... "I'm cumming like a girl!" His hips began to shake
wildly and his bottom squirmed and wriggled around helplessly on his cushion as
she continued to milk him... <wank-wank-wank-wank> "Oh gosh... I'm
cumming like a girl!"
<wank-wank-wank>
"Good boy...
let it go... you love to feel like this..." Natasha teased him as his body
surrendered to the gift of a powerful, yet immature, dry orgasm... She reached
between his legs with her free hand and pulled on the shoe lace... She tugged
hard to free the conker from his bottom as his climax took hold... He was no
longer a puppy boy...
"Aggghhh...
Mmmmmmmgghhhh!" He was gasping and squirming like nothing I had seen
before. I'd never seen another boy get diddled and toyed with like that and
again, I wondered if that was how I looked when it happened. It was humiliating
to think that's how I looked. He looked so... powerless... helpless... so
submissive as his body surrendered to what a girl was doing to him. That
humiliating, but wonderful gift she was giving him.
"Oh yes...
Mmmmm... I'm cumming..." he continued to gasp... But she still didn't stop
milking him even though he was climaxing... <wank-wank-wank> "Boys
are slaves to girls forever... Miss Natasha... Boys... Mmmmmm... are slaves to
girls <pant> forever!"
So that was
Stephanie's cumming catchphrase... 'boys are slaves to girls forever.' At that
moment, it didn't look like any word of a lie as his body... his private
parts... danced to a tune forced through him by a girl.
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
"Ohhhhh,
please stop Miss Natasha... I can't take any more!" Stephanie begged, his
bottom still writhing on the cushion. "Please stop... Ohhhhhhh... yeah...
boys are slaves to girls... forever... boys can't change it... we're slaves...
forever..."
Satisfied with the
boy's further climactic admissions, Natasha stopped and withdrew her hand,
leaving the boy's penis to move around in the free air all on it's own... His
'milking' was finished.
"Good
boy," Natasha praised the dazed looking Stephanie, taking time to wipe her
hand on his upper thigh. "That was a nice feeling for you, wasn't it?
Hmmmm? I could tell how much you liked getting milked in front of the girls
like that today... What do you say?"
"Thank you...
Miss Natasha..." the boy replied meekly, his breathing still ragged and
short. Without any real chance to come down from his climax, or begin to relax
in the post orgasmic haze of reflection, he was commanded to move himself back
into the 'sit' position and Natasha then handed over to Emma... it was now my
turn to receive my 'reward.'
'Boys are slaves
to girls... forever...' I mused, kind of lost in a fog of mixed emotions. Not
knowing where to look. 'Stop looking at his thing! And stop thinking about
it...'
"Right then
Phillipa," Emma began, focussing my attention on her... It wasn't hard to
focus on her, I was smitten now. I think my mouth might have hung open a
little, kind of how I did when I was being told off. I was in awe of a girl. As
she spoke, I could once more make out the hard looking little bee-sting bumps
of her nipples modestly pushing the front of her light pink halter top
outwards. "You know all about the 'dry' method, that's what we've been
using on you all week... so lie down on your cushion now, and get yourself into
'playtime' position for me... Just like Stephanie was..."
"Yes Miss
Emma," I replied quickly, somehow feeling a natural desire to want to
please her with my eager obedience. As I began to move and adopt the required
position, Emma continued to speak...
"Good girl
Phillipa... are you looking forward to your reward today?"
"I am Miss
Emma..." I replied, feeling my bottom settle down onto the cushion, and
then bending my knees to allow the soles of my feet to press together. Finally,
I placed my hands on top of my head and I was ready in the 'play time' position
and ready for whatever Emma had in store for me. My limbs ached, and I felt a
growing tiredness, but I didn't really feel sleepy... It was a different kind
of fatigue I felt.
Emma then moved
too, remaining stood up, but positioning her feet either side of my lower
chest, and looking down at me. Her hands rested on her hips, posing with
girlish confidence as she smiled down at me. She looked beautiful, and I felt
so weak. My submissive thoughts and feelings were self-confirmed and cemented
as I watched her slowly begin to squat down... I had an intriguing and exciting
view of her dusky pink and orange dyed cotton shorts, as her bottom was planted
down snugly to straddle my chest.
'Oh god... oh
god... what's she going to do?' I thought with initial panic at the feeling of
being straddled by a girl like that. But I saw her continue to smile down at me
demurely, pleased with my obvious reaction, and knowing that in my weakened
condition, I couldn't break free from her if I tried. I felt truly dominated as
my heart pumped quickly in my chest, and my mouth turned dry.
"M-Miss
Emma..." I gasped, the feeling of being trapped by a girl like that
flittering through my mind. 'Girls aren't the weaker sex... not any more...'
"Shhhhh..."
Emma teased me, squeezing her thighs and knees against me. I could feel the
heat of her bottom and... what must have been her girl parts radiating through
her shorts as she got comfortable on my tummy like that. My penis tingled... It
was an image like so many I had seen in the magazines earlier during my illicit
trespass in the hut.
"Phillipa,
after being such a naughty little boy earlier, you've been a very good and
obedient member of the Club..."
"Junior, member!" Suzanne
interjected with predictable insistence. "Come on Emma, he's just a
weakling boy... like that other runt..."
"Quiet Suzanne please!" Caroline
admonished her younger sister again for her outburst. Suzanne really did come
over as a young terror where boys were concerned. The interesting thing was
that Caroline spoke with clear authority, but wasn't shouting, or sounding
overly 'pissy' in her tone. I would later reflect on it and call it,
professional. "This is Emma's turn... and it's Phillipa's treat. As his
handler, Emma can talk to him however she pleases and I'm sure that everyone
here knows that boys can only ever be junior members, or half members or
however we choose to describe them. We get it... they're just boys... they're
the inferior sex... they can't do anything as good as a girl can... and it's fun
to play with them, learn about them and show them the truth of things... We
know all that... so please stop
interrupting when it's not your turn... Don't make me tell you again or I'll
have to send you out... understand?"
"But... I've
got the camera..." Suzanne protested, clinging the device to her chest
possessively, like a boy might hold his most treasured Star Wars action figure
(yes, not a doll) to stop others from taking it from him. "You can't
send-"
"But nothing Suzanne!" Caroline responded with
immediate purpose in her voice, sitting up in her garden chair throne, her
hands resting on her knee caps as she leaned forwards imposingly. "I'm the
leader of the Club, and what I say, goes... My decisions are final. And
remember, you're not the only girl who knows how to use that camera... Remember
who owned it before you, and who taught you how to use it... I can teach anyone
here how to use a camera... even a BOY if I choose to... So what's it
going to be... are you going to stay nice and quiet now while Emma has her
turn... or are you going home?"
"I'll
stay..." Suzanne replied, her voice quiet and embarrassed. She even
blushed a little. It was quite a surreal moment really there in the Club. The
girls almost flawlessly maintained such an unbreakable bond of unified
organisation that boys were just not able to compete with - not in our numbers
anyway. But there was an example of how even the girls could sometimes
disagree, and even be 'sent out' of the Club hut. I'd like to tell you that
this was a chink in their armour... that it represented a chance for us boys to
change the tide in the battle of the sexes that we were caught up in...
Throughout my 'junior' membership of the Club, I clung onto that hope... that
there was a way to beat the girls, or somehow find a way to become equal with
them... But alas, it was not to be... Females really are superior... from
cradle to grave. They have the power to 'beat our pants off.' They just choose
not to use it all the time.
"Very
well..." Caroline addressed her sister professionally. "Okay Emma...
please continue..."
"Thank you
Caroline," Emma said, facing the older girl, before turning her attention
back to me and recommencing that smile downward at me. Her bottom wriggled
around a little on my body, between my chest and my tummy as she got
comfortable. "Phillipa, because you've been so good, I am pleased that I
get to give you your treat today... But I need you to ask me nicely for it
first... like Stephanie asked Natasha... can you do that for me?" With that,
she squeezed the sides of my tummy and lower chest with her knees as she
straddled me.
"Please Miss
Emma..." I began with a weakened squeak, my mouth dry, and feeling so
subservient in my mind. "Will you... errrm... <blush> play with my
little willy and make me feel good too, in front of the other girls?
Please?"
"And if I
do... will you continue to respect and obey girls, and understand that we're
naturally better than boys in every way?"
"Y-yes Miss
Emma... I know that girls are... better
than boys... in every way <blush> and... and I'll always obey them... I
promise... Girls rule, forever Miss Emma..." It was my turn to feel
embarrassed at what I was saying and confirming that I believed it all in front
of the Girls' club members. I was betraying the male sex... betraying all of
the boys around the world, like Stephanie had done... And why? Because we
wanted 'that' feeling in our penises again. Whatever we felt in our mind about
which gender controlled or ruled over the other, it was that 'sex' feeling we
wanted as boys. So we obeyed... we agreed... we submitted to the girls. Only
they could give us that feeling we were just beginning to understand the
'craving' for. And it was only given to us on their terms. To get it, the boys had to obey the girls. Carefully
rationed to keep us coming back for more, it proved further and further to them
just why girls were in charge, and how easy it was to control boys as a result
of it.
"Good
girl," Emma praised me with an affectionate tickle of her fingers under my
chin. I felt my cock flex on it's own, and my buttocks clench, reminding me
that I still had the invasive little puppy dog tail up inside my bottom... that
darned curious feeling conker! "Then hold still, nudie boy..." With
her tell-tale playful smirk, Emma climbed off my tummy, and I could feel the
cool air waft over the warm skin where her bottom and 'girl thing' had been sat
and wriggling on me, radiating through her girlish shorts. She repositioned
herself so that she knelt down adjacent to my bare naked crotch.
I swallowed again as I looked at her kneeling next to me, preparing
herself to play my immature sexual instrument. I could only admire the feminine
simplicity of her pink coloured ankle socks, and her matching pink deck pumps
with their contrasting light blue laces and trim. It was a reminder that she,
and the other girls were exactly nothing more than that... girls. They didn't have
to act boyish to be leaders... they didn't have to pretend to be something they
weren't in order to dominate boys like me. They dominated simply because they
were girls, rejoicing in their femininity... putting into practice every
advantage that nature had given them, and every lesson they had learned from
other girls, or the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. In contrast, I was a weakling boy,
surrendering to pink... surrendering to girls... and to nature's favourites.
'Girls are better than boys...' I flinched in thought. 'Pink is better
than blue... vaginas are better than penises... It feels better to be a girl...
boys are slaves... girls are not...'
"Ohhhhh,
gosh," I gasped as I felt Emma's hand lay flat against my hairless
pubis... She had begun. I felt so exposed again, lying flat there on my back in
'play time' position, my bottom raised off the floor a little by the cushion,
which also raised my crotch humiliatingly higher into the air.
Emma's warm
fingers spread flat, rubbing over my pubis... small circles, spreading up over
my tummy, similar to what Natasha had done to the other boy. My tummy muscles
flinched as she allowed one of her fingertips to circle the edge of my navel...
"Mmmmmm! Ohhhh..." I sighed, pulling my tummy muscles inward to try
and escape the ticklish feeling I had there.
Emma giggled at my
reaction and continued to rub my belly more coarsely as though I was still her
little puppy dog. It was my turn to press the soles of my feet tighter together
and wriggle my toes. My penis bobbed, seemingly on auto-pilot, making several
of the other girls watching try to remain silent as they giggled too.
"Oh you're an
excited puppy Phillipa!" Emma teased softly, her hand gliding lovingly
over my tummy. "Your little willy is trying to say hello I think!"
<giggle> "It knows who it belongs to doesn't it Phillipa?"
"Y-yes Miss
Emma..." I breathed, trying to stop my tummy from bulging out and
collapsing into a concave clench that would make me look more ridiculous than I
already felt. "My penis belongs to girls... it's worthless as a worm... It
belongs to you... <gasp> Miss Emma..."
"I like it
when a boy's willy salutes me..." Emma continued, her hand finally
encircling the base of my cock and waggling it from side to side. "It
means the boy likes me... and that he likes me playing with him... Do you want
me to play with your willy now?"
"Ohhhh yes
Miss Emma," I panted, feeling her grip tighten slightly around the root of
my cock. I was lost in a sexual daze at the prospect of Emma making me feel
good, right in there... inside the flesh of my needy young cock. The nuclear
war siren could have sounded right there and then all around me and I wouldn't
have cared. My Emma, was touching my penis... she was going to make me feel
good. My reward for being obedient to the girls. My voice turned to a whisper
as I looked along my body to where her hand was around the bottom of my cock.
"Please play with my willy... make me... cum... l-like a girl too..."
"In front of
the girls?" <squeeze> Emma teased me gently, always able to further
expand my sense of desperation and feelings of humiliation. Just when I was
processing all this through my mind as a private liaison between Emma and I
alone, she reminded me that there were all those other girls, and then Stephen
present too.
"Ohhh Miss
Emma... <blush> please do it to me," I whispered... "Pl-play
with me... in front... in front of the girls... Let them watch too..."
"Good
girl," she beamed with pride at how malleable I was, mentally and
physically. She adjusted her position and 'took aim...' "It will be my
pleasure Phillipa... Watch closely girls, gather round... this is how I milk
Phillipa..."
Oh gosh folks...
this was meant to be my reward, but Emma, the minx, invited all the other girls
to gather more closely around me so that they could watch her masturbate me. I
definitely preferred this act when it was one on one between Emma and me... but
the kinky feeling of having it done to me in front of such a girl dominated
audience was a different type of thrilling.
As the other girls
began to settle into their positions, I saw Emma lick her lips as she began to
concentrate on the task at hand.
"He looks so
yummy lying their like that," Josie crowed, biting her lip with what
looked like a hint of jealousy. "Are you going to go fast, or slow?"
"Yeah, milk
him quick!" Anita piped up with a mischievous giggle. "Show him who's
boss! I bet you can make him orgasm quicker than he can!"
But Emma ignored
the other girls, resolving herself to smile confidently at my cock as she
thought about what she was about to do, and how she was going to do it.
"Remember,
this is the 'dry' method Phillipa..." she said informatively, glancing for
just a moment at my face to check I was looking. "Because you're a boy
with a foreskin... I can milk you, nice and dry..." I watched as her
fingers danced up the modest length of my bare naked little erection, and her
palm slowly encircled my skin covered glans.
"Ooooggghghhhh!"
I gasped once more and took a deep breath. Emma rubbed her thumb over the
concealed bulb of my glans, working it's way to rest at the mouth of my
foreskin, directly in contact with the very tip of the timid flesh inside.
Gripping me firmly like that, she moved my penis from side to side, and then
forward and back. It reminded me of my mum using the gear stick in our car...
'I'm being driven by a girl...'
"Skin him
back... like a rabbit!" young Anita encouraged, her hand nestled between
her legs, squeezing her knees together.
"Yeah! Skin
him like a naughty little boy rabbit!" Suzanne added.
"Not
yet..." Emma said, smirking. "I'm going to do it au-naturelle... and
see if I can make him feel good with his foreskin fully forward... I feel like
I have more control over a penis when it's like that... the skin over the full
length feels much more... well, I can move it around a lot more..." To
emphasise her point, her grip changed again and she was now holding my penis
more passively, two fingers covering what would have been my underside, over
the top of where my frenulum was inside, and her thumb pressing against the
coronal ridge on what would be the top side of my cock.
"Ready
Phillipa?" Emma asked, looking down at my face again. She winked at me.
"Yes Miss
Emma... please do it to me... Ohhhhh..." I breathed quietly, anxious for
the teasing to finish so I could focus on feeling good.
And so, Emma began
her masturbation of me in earnest... Her two fingers and thumb began their
downward and upward movement along the freely moving skin covering the shaft of
my penis... <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...squeeze... wank...down...
wank...up...>
She was so
deliberately delicate and teasing with her initial strokes, it was such a
pleasurable torture. Each downward tug on my penis exposed a tiny fraction of
the mushroom glans concealed by my foreskin... Very slightly, little by little,
my foreskin was retracting naturally, but controlled by Emma so as never to
fully expose my most tingly, sensitive place... The friction it caused, began
to turn the bluish-purple-grey coloured glans to slowly change in appearance to
a more interesting pink... the skin around the end of my foreskin blushed with
the friction control that the girl was using on me too.
<wank...down...
wank...up... squeeze...squeeze... wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...>
"Ohhhhh...
Miss Emma... Ohhhh god!" I panted as I felt no option but to surrender to
the pleasure that the girl was giving me... My sweetheart. My conqueress... It
was heavenly... a feeling or a spectacle that a week or so ago would have been
so horrific to contemplate... a clothed girl playing with the private parts of
a naked, enslaved boy, with a conker on a string up inside his bum. The girls
had hooked me on their fishing line... I'd always come back... It felt tooooo
good not to go back. They knew it... I knew it.
"Who rules
Phillipa? Girls... or boys?" Emma teased cruelly, reminding me to focus on
my place as a nudie slave boy, instead of selfishly feeling my pleasure
building.
"Girls...
Miss Emma..." I panted. "Mmmmm... girls will always rule... I know
it..."
<wank...down...
wank...up... squeeze...squeeze...>
"Good
girl..." <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...> "You've
enjoyed being a nudie slave boy again today... haven't you?"
"Yes... Miss
Emma..." I panted again. <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...>
"It feels
good to be all nude in front of us girls doesn't it? It feels good for you to
know that girls are better and obey us... and make you feel good too hmmmm?
You've known girls are better all along... haven't you?"
"Yes... oh
gosh... Miss Emma... girls are... oh gosh <blush>... this feels...
wonder-"
"Shhhhh... I
know..." Emma soothed me. <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...
squeeze... wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...> "Just let me do
it... nice and slow... I'm going to make you cum in front of the girls, real
soon... They'll watch you lose control of your body because of me... and what
I'm doing to your willy... You'll have that nice feeling down here in your cute
little willy... and it will always remind you how you obey girls now...
right?"
<wank...down...
wank... up... squeeze...>
"Yesssss...
Miss Emma... Ohhhhh gosh... please!" I gasped, my hips starting to move
all on their own accord, trying to match Emma's movements, and somehow
wordlessly urging her to hold my penis tighter... and to wank me off faster. I
was hungry to feel good... greedy for it.
Emma was taking
her turn to prove to me again that my penis was my weakness. As a boy, my most
significant design flaw was being exploited once more in front of the girls of
the Langton Magna Girls Club. The daily demonstration of how needy I was for
the sensation of orgasm... how I needed it from a girl... and how I'd do
anything to feel it... Both Stephanie and I were living proof of all the
lessons in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... and all of the discussions that the
girls held in secret when no boys were around to 'pollute' their main meetings.
<wank...down...
wank...up... squeeze... wank...down... wank...up..."
My pleasure was
building rapidly now as Emma masturbated me... the tingling in my glans was
nagging at me, feeding my desire for the girl to go quicker to help me reach my
humiliating goal. My hips were still matching her pace, and the up and down
movement on my cushion was making my bottom squirm, reminding me of the little
conker invader, up my bum.
The soles of my
feet pushed harder together still, almost slipping off each other such that I
had to reposition them. I curled my toes under and flexed them to help ride and
maximise the sensations I was feeling throughout my immature pre-teen body. But
how my arms and legs ached.
I saw Emma move
her free hand to cup my ball bag and gently rub over the furrowed skin, rubbing
the delicate little testicles inside...
"Mmmmmm...
Ohhhhhh..." I responded with a deep breath, feeling this additional
sensation through my boyish genitals. I heard Emma giggle knowingly at my
reaction. She knew that she had me under perfect control. And I was enjoying
the feeling of being under her control.
<wank...
wank... wank...>
"One day
Phillipa, girls will control the whole world... and every boy will get to feel good
like this when they accept that they're born to be our slaves..." Emma
said brightly, addressing my cock as she diddled me... her pace finally
quickening along with a tightening of her grip. Now, her whole hand was wrapped
around my penis and she was exposing more of the tip of my cock than before as
the glans was made to repeatedly pop out from the hole of my foreskin, like a
cuckoo on a clock striking a never ending chorus of 'midnight.' But still, her
expert technique stopped short of actually retracting my skin fully.
"That would
be fun wouldn't it Phillipa?" she continued. "A world where girls
reign supreme, and all the boys are naked and having to do what we say in order
to get nice rewards like yours... hmmm?"
<wank-wank-wank-wank...>
"Ohhhhh...
Mmmmmisss Emma..." I sighed as the tingles started to escalate through my
crotch. My mind was trying to picture the world that Emma was teasing me
about... a future world of girlish queens and leaders, ruling over rows and
rows of naked boys like me... all naked and obedient. Elsewhere, a different
galaxy... a female Sith Emperor, and her army of Girls' Empire Stormtroopers,
defeating and enslaving all of the Jedi boys, and the rest of the Boys' Rebel Alliance... I was near
defeat again as I imagined it... I was starting to give in... I wanted to feel
it. "Yes... a girls' w-world...Mmmmmmgggghhhh...."
<wank-wank-wank-wank...
squeeze>
"You want
girls to take over the world... don't you Phillipa?"
<squeeze...
SQUEEZE> she stopped milking me, and squeezed, hard!
"OwWWWWWwwww!"
I winced, nearly moving my hands from their position above my head to fight her
off my cock. "Please don't Miss Emma... I want girls to take over... I
promise... Owwww, aggghhhhh! Please don't... I want girls to rule the world... all
of it!! All boys should obey... I promise... <blush>"
"Good
girl," Emma giggled, enjoying the fun she could have with me.
"Because one day, women really will be in charge... and not just Margaret Thatcher... Men will obey women... and boys
will obey girls... just how it should be..."
"Miss
Emma..." I gasped, squirming on my cushion to ride the discomfort I felt
in my penis. "Don't hurt me... please!"
<squeeze...
squeeze> Emma gripped me more sympathetically now.
"I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to hurt you... I got a little carried away..." she soothed
with a giggle of unconvincing irony before resuming her masturbation of me.
"I'm going to make you cum like a girl now... You still want to cum now,
in front of the girls don't you?"
<wank...
wank... wank... diddle...>
"Yesssss,
Miss Emma... please do it!" I whispered, breathing deeply, feeling ready
to climax at any moment. "Please do it in front of the girls..." <wank... diddle...
wank> "I'm errrm... ohhhh... I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Emma... Let
the girls watch it happen..."
<wank...
wank... wank...>
"Okay, but
don't you forget to say your words when your willy feels good... Show me how
proud you are to be our nudie slave boy and say the words nice and loud!"
<wank-wank-wank-wank...>
she began again, picking up the pace... It was going to happen real soon.
"Wank him off... wank him off... wank him
off..." Suzanne began to chant, eagerly joined in by Anita, Natasha
and Josie... Hearing the girls chanting like that made me blush scarlet. I
couldn't focus on the intimacy between Emma and I... The other girls were invading
my moment of pleasure as they watched me being expertly girl-handled... "Wank him off... wank him off!"
<wank-wank-wank-wank-diddle-wank-wank>
Her hand was moving devilishly quick now on my penis, up and down in a blur as
she steered me towards climax, for her pleasure, and the amusement of the other
girls. My pleasure was only secondary. Just a couple more seconds... it was
going to happen... right... now.
<wank-wank-wank-wank...
diddle... wank-wank-wank>
"Oh
god!" I gasped and panted as my climax began. My hips began to judder...
I'd lost to a girl... again. I breathed in deeply and my crotch lifted high
into the air, right into the diligent, masturbating fingers of my conqueress.
"Mmmmmmmgggghhh... oh-gosh-oh-gosshhhh... I'm cumming!"
<giggle> I
heard all around me as the girls watched my latest sexual defeat.
"Wank him off... wank him off..."
the chanting continued in between the girlish cheers of encouragement.
"Mmmmmm...
Ohhhh god! I'm cumming like a girl!" I cried out, thrusting my hips up and
down quickly, thrusting my penis into Emma's hand as she continued to exert her
control over me. My buttocks clenched as other muscles in my body relaxed... I
could feel the conker inside me. It felt so strange to climax with something up
there...
<wank-wank-wank...>
"Boys are weaker than girls!" I
called out my catchphrase timidly, blushing scarlet and feeling the tingling
surges of sexual climax radiating powerfully from the tip of my cock, right
through the shaft... A rapturous dry climax at the hands of a girl...
"Mmmmmgghghh... Miss Emma... boys are weaker than girls!"
<wank-wank-wank...
TUG>
"I
know..." she replied to my admission, gripping my shaft below the glans, pulling
on my skin...
"Mmmmggghh!
Ohhhhhhh!" I gasped as I felt Emma pull down on the skin of my penis,
retracting my foreskin mid-climax... My eyes saucered wide at the moment my
moist, warm glans was exposed to the cool air inside the hut. Her hand left my
cock, leaving it to bounce around freely in front of the animated girlish
audience. The reason why Emma let my penis go became quickly apparent as I next
felt the tug of the shoestring rubbing between my buttocks... the conker was
being pulled out of my bottom while I was having my orgasm, just like Natasha
had done to Stephen.
<pop> I felt
the conker pass through the struggling muscle ring of my sphincter as my
buttocks clenched and it slipped out into the open. It kind of felt like I was
using the bathroom (a number two) for a moment and my mind struggled to focus
on anything other than that humiliating sensation. I closed my eyes, ashamed,
aroused, defeated and still cumming...
"Ohhhhhhhgghghhhhhh...
god! Boys are weaker..." I panted, allowing my bottom to rest on the
cushion as the last of my sexual spasms receded through my cock and my groin.
It was over...
<giggle> the
girlish commotion around me began to wane like my climax following the
spectacle I had provided for them.
"Good
boy," Emma praised me joyfully as she ruffled the hair on top of my head.
My eyes opened to see her smiling proudly at me. At that moment, I loved her...
but kind of hated my surroundings and everything that had happened to me. It
felt like such a paradoxical betrayal of everything I had previously
experienced and believed about being a male. Something that felt so nice,
occurring in such humiliating circumstances. "Good boy Phillipa," she
panted with excitement almost matching the heavy breathing I was making as I
began to recover from my exertion too. "That was a nice one wasn't it? Do
you have anything to say?"
"Thank you...
Miss Emma... Ohhhhh... god," I
replied meekly, my voice trailing off into a whisper of disbelief at what had
just happened, and how good it had felt. 'Why does it feel so good when girls
do that? It feels so shameful...'
"A very good
show indeed Emma," Caroline beamed with delight at the 'performance' that
Natasha and Emma had put on with us two boys. "Phillipa definitely enjoyed
that... Now come on Phillipa, no slouching, get yourself back into 'sit'
position for us..."
With fatigue and
reluctance, I groaned and moved myself to the required position, noting that
the girls moved too. The semi-circle around us two naked boys posing in our
required positions on the cushions was complete once more. It almost felt like
we were back to square one, as though none of that actually had happened. But
it had.
As Stephanie and I
posed on our cushions submissively, the girls continued to talk between themselves
about everything that had happened so far in the meeting that day. It was as
though us boys were not even there. They spoke in detail about my spanking...
the puppy dog training, getting to see me and Stephanie kissing... the
presentation I gave about the 'raphe,' and all about the 'treat' that Stephanie
and I had just been given. We both had to kneel there in 'sit' position while
the girls went over it, in fine detail... for their amusement.
There then
followed all sorts of activity in the hut in front of us two naked boys as we
kneeled there submissively, awaiting whatever was going to happen next.
Caroline's eyes stared from bare naked boy crotch, to bare naked boy crotch.
Emma and Natasha were busy using wet wipes on the now discarded conkers that
formed the 'puppy dog tails' that had been inside our bottoms. And elsewhere,
Suzanne, Anita and Josie busied themselves carefully, neatly, girlishly
updating the various wall charts relating to Stephen and I... marking, scoring
and colouring our behaviour, cleanliness, punishment and reward charts.
I focussed my
attention on Emma. My first love... delicately cleaning the conker with the
wipe... Rubbing all over it thoroughly as though it were a magical treasured
possession. She was making it all shiny and clean again...
'Ready to use next
time...' I thought bashfully. 'The girls are going to do... that...
to me again...' Don't forget, I was a long way short of experiencing everything
that the girls were capable of. If it were a book, my adventure was still in
the introduction pages. I swallowed as I watched the little conker being
cleaned. As horrific as the thought of it was, I rationalised that the
sensation of it being inside me... back there... wasn't as unpleasant as I
would have imagined.
Soon Emma put the
conker down inside the toy chest and moved over to collect something from her
back pack positioned next to her cushion. Here, my adventure took another
twist... as she turned round and approached me again... clothes in her hand.
<gulp... blush>
My mouth hung open a little in curious fear and disbelief. Emma was smiling
sweetly at me as she held up the garments... a pair of dark pink cotton shorts,
a matching pink halter top, similar in design to the one Emma herself was
wearing. To complete the set, there was a clean pair of pink panties, covered
in small white hearts. Then there was a 'Weltby Zoo' baseball cap, similar to
the one that Stephen had been wearing when I first me him. This one was green
though, with a white outline print of a parrot on it.
"What are
they for?" I asked nervously, kind of knowing the answer but seeking
confirmation so that I could brace myself for the inevitable. "Miss
Emma..."
"These are
some of my old clothes Phillipa," Emma began with demure confidence as
though she were talking to another girl. "You're just about my size and we
thought that now you've become a proper regular 'junior' member of our Club,
that it was time you started dressing like a Club member too... like Stephanie
does..." With that, she placed the 'boyhood threatening' pink clothes and
the baseball cap just in front of my cushion. I looked down at them with some
spreading horror, past the little erection betraying me still from between my
thighs.
"You'll need
to wear them when you come to Club meetings from now on... It's an act of
graciousness for a boy to respect the superiority of females by dressing like
us... It shows us girls that you're truly prepared to do anything that we
say... that you'll obey females without question and... even though you're a
boy... you're prepared to learn from us, and make yourself into a better
person..."
'Girls'
clothes...' I thought, biting my lip as I looked down at the clothes. 'Pink
things... pink is better than blue... I'm turning pink... pink... pretty
panties... Girls are pretty... girls are better than boys... I want to be a
girl... Noooo! You're a boy... You're still a BOY! You can't wear them! It's sissy...'
"B-b-but...
they're girls' clothes..." I stammered, my voice a horrified squeaky
whisper. "I c-c-can't wear... those..."
"Of course
you can Phillipa," Emma reasoned, "you're virtually one of us now...
be brave... like a girl... try them on..."
"NO! I'm a boy!" I cried out with
more insistence. "I'm not dressing like a... girl... You can't make me... I'm a boy... I'm proud to be a boy...
I don't care if girls are better... I don't care if boys are inferior... or
that we're the weaker sex or any of it. I'm still a boy and that's that... I
won't let you turn me into a girl... you can't... it's not fair!"
"Oh but it is
fair Phillipa," Caroline interjected, standing up from the garden chair
throne and moving to stand in front of me. "You're a junior member in our
Girls' Club... it should be an honour for you as a little male worm to be accepted
by us... and tolerated by us... Believe me, we have so much fun even when there
are no boys around... Girls don't need boys... but you need us... time after
time, we prove it to you..."
"But I don't
want to wear... pink..." I
whispered with fear. This was starting to feel like the very first time I had
to take my clothes off and show the girls my penis. "Please don't make
me... I don't want to be a girl..."
"Quiet
Phillipa!" Caroline halted my ramble firmly. "This isn't about trying
to turn you into a real girl... you'll NEVER
be perfect... you'll always be nothing more than a nudie slave boy to us... But
we can teach you all about the true, natural order of things between men and
women... and boys and girls... and what a lot of things can feel like, for a girl.
If nothing else, by wearing clothes like those when you come to Club proves to
us that you're not just here to look at naughty magazines, and use us to make
your penis feel good... It proves that as a BOY, you're prepared to obey girls... like, really obey us... and
do what we say... It proves that you have learned lesson one... that girls are
superior in every way..."
"Please...
don't make me..." I squeaked, my eyes watering.
"Listen
dummy," Caroline replied with frustration, her hands moving to rest at her
hips with impatience. "One way or another, you're going to come to the
Club meeting tomorrow wearing those... There'll be a punishment for you if you
don't."
"But,"
"Sis, maybe
it's time to tell him about the photographs?" Suzanne spoke, sitting
Indian style on her cushion as she grinned smugly in the direction of her older
sister.
"Hmmmm..."
Caroline sighed pensively. "Maybe you're right. Look Phillipa, you will
I'm sure have noticed that Suzanne has been using her camera a lot over the
last few days... capturing pictures of you during your initiation into the
Club, and various other things... such as everything you've done with Stephanie
today too... That little kiss you shared earlier? Touching his willy? Sound
familiar?"
"Miss
Caroline, please..." I faltered, my fingers clenching tight behind my
head. The horror for me contained in those pictures of me filled me with
impending dread. Foolishly, part of me had been clinging onto the hope that the
camera never actually had any film in it... and this was all just some trick
for the girls to make me feel scared.... But here was the moment that seemed
seal my long term fate. One of a thousand wicked things that would keep me
compliant... even make me dress like a girl.
"Just like
the scrapbook of your daddy's time here in the Club, we've started a brand new
scrapbook... all about you Phillipa... every, little, thing..." Caroline
said. "All those pictures will tell all of our friends in the other Girls'
Clubs all about you... and what you're like... and what you have now started to
realise about girls... Like the first time you stripped naked in front of girls
because they told you to... Or the first time a girl talked you into letting
her play with your penis... Or the first time you got spanked by a girl...
fingered by a girl... Or maybe even, the first time you kissed another boy...
and the first time you had a tail up your bottom... even the first time you
admitted that girls are better than boys... It's all being recorded there in
the scrapbook about Phillipa White... Nice little stories all about you... and
pictures of you.... Generations of other girls who haven't even been born yet,
way ahead in the future will be reading all about you... and seeing what a
good, nudie slave boy you are... They'll all see you naked... you're worthless
little worm of a willy... and they'll read all about how you learned that
males... boys... are the weaker sex."
"Nooo! Stop
it... don't... don't make a scrapbook about me... You can't..." I
whimpered. "Not pictures... not without my clothes on... not in the book,
please! Who would even let GIRLS take pictures like that and allow them to be
printed anyway? You're tricking me!"
"Well there's
the interesting thing... It was Miss Bingley who taught me how to use a camera
like the one Suzanne and me have... and it was Miss Bingley who showed us how
to develop photographs from film and onto photo paper. And Miss Bingley does
most of the processing work for our photographs, especially when we want to
enlarge a picture to fit a page in our scrapbooks..."
"Nooo!"
I shook my head in disbelief. A further chink in my armour... Now Miss Bingley
was in on this whole torrid affair... aware of what happened to boys like me
and Stephen in the Langton Magna Girls' Club.
"Oh yes Phillipa..."
Caroline replied, pressing home her advantage over me. She was about to say
something that scared me to death... not that she would do it, but I didn't
know what I was dealing with as an eleven year old. These girls were capable of
anything to make a boy obey... that's what I had now been conditioned to
believe...
"Now imagine
if the stories and photographs about you were to appear anonymously around
school... or into the possession of your friends? Imagine if they were used in
the newspapers... after all, some newspapers have a virtually naked girl with
her boobs out on Page three... Imagine if our nudie slave boy appeared every
day on Page three instead... All of the girls, even those not in Clubs like
ours will get to see you... and what a nudie slave boy you are... And in
Weltby, we know a lady at the television station who would love to come and
make a news story about bare naked boys who obey girls without question and who
freely admit that girls are better than boys... Imagine kissing another boy
live on television... or..."
"No, please!
Don't!! I'll do it... I'll wear them..." I relented... beaten by blackmail
and half truths because I didn't know any better...
"I'm amazed
it took you so long to want to try and cover up your little, sticky-out goolies
Phillipa," Caroline sneered, returning to her seat, having secured my
agreement to escalate my shame, and with it, another victory against me.
"You spent five minutes whining like a weakling little boy when you could
have had your private parts all covered up..." Her words made me feel
foolish and realise that what she was saying was quite true, and I blushed
bashfully as I kneeled there. "So come on, try them on..."
I took the
instruction to try the clothes on as my permission to stand up on my cushion,
bend down and put the panties on first. I was no stranger to wearing a girl's
panties now, but the pink colour matched my cheeks as I pulled them up my legs.
The camera around Suzanne's neck starting to capture the next stage in my
'transformation.' The next story about my surrender for the scrapbook.
As I heard the
girls teasing me while I got dressed, I felt their eyes burning into me as
another boy succumbed to the emasculating sensation of dressing like a girl.
The panties barely came to the top of my bald pubis and it was impossible to
cram my still stiff erection inside. I left it so that the tip of my penis
poked out of the top of the panties for now and turned my attention to the
soft, cotton shorts.
Piece by piece, I
dressed like a girl. Despite the colour pink adding to my humiliation, the soft
material of the shorts felt quite nice... and quickly warm. Next I drew the
halter top over my head and pulled it down like it was one of my boyish vests.
It smelled clean as it passed my head, like flowers... fresh... like Emma. And
finally, I put the cap on top of my head... And there I was, in front of the
girls... Phillip White... a boy, dressed as a girl in front of the other Club
members, and a naked boy still kneeling to my left. Transformed into Phillipa
White.
I felt like a dumb
boy wearing girls' clothing... I felt like a weakling... I felt like crying...
I felt like a girly-boy and I felt like a sissy all at once. As my penis
tingled stiffly inside it's new panty prison, with never ending (enforced)
arousal, I kind of felt relief too that my private parts were finally covered.
Even if I looked like that, no girls could actually see my genitals... It was a
small crumb of relief, however welcome.
'Pink is better
than blue... pink is better than blue,' I thought to myself. 'Girls are better
than boys... If only you had a vagina... you'd be a girl... you'd be better
than what you are.. you'd be better than a boy... STOP IT!'
<click> went
the shutter of the camera as I stood there, blushing scarlet. I didn't know it
at the time because I was lost in thought... but when I saw that picture, I was
embarrassed to admit that one of my knees was bent in towards the other. It
looked like a pose that a shy girl would make.
"There you
are Phillipa... one of the girls now!" Caroline smiled warmly, impressed
with the transformation that had occurred in front of her. "You definitely
suit pink, doesn't he girls?" The other girls were eager to agree and
smiled knowingly at each other. It was another victory for the girls.
"Good girl
Phillipa..." Emma added, coming over to me and kissing me on the cheek. I
blushed harder still, feeling so stupid. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
she added with a whisper.
"You like
wearing those instead of being a nudie boy, don't you?" Caroline asked.
"I... I think
so... yes Miss Caroline," I replied, unconvinced.
"Then tell
everyone how much you like your new clothes..."
"Errm..."
I uttered, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, aware of the pink, girlish
clothing I was now wearing. "I like my new clothes Miss Caroline...
th-thank you Miss Emma for giving them to me..."
"Say how much
you like being pretty in pink..." Caroline said, twisting the blade of
humiliation into my psyche.
"Please Miss
Caroline," I replied softly, squeaking like a little girl and closing my
eyes. "I... like being... p-pretty... in pink..."
"Again, but
this time, keep your eyes open and look at me so I know you're telling the
truth!"
So I opened my
eyes, blinking away the threat of boyish tears and focussed my attention on
Caroline. Her eyes burned into mine, enjoying my predicament as she made me
'dance to her tune,' made me admit how much I 'liked' being covered in pink,
girlish clothes.
"I like being
pretty in pink," I mumbled
quickly, ensuring that I looked into the girl's victorious eyes.
To my relief, the
collective attention of the girls was switched to Stephanie, who was still
kneeling naked, and quiet on his cushion in the 'sit' position. Caroline
instructed him to dress too, back into his girl clothes in which I had first
met him... when I had believed him to be a girl... a real girl...
Soon, in front of
the semi-circle of girls, there stood two 'others,' two boys dressed as girls.
One in a white flower patterned summer dress, the other in pink shorts and
matching halter top. It was time to be dismissed for the day, finally...
After rummaging
around in the toy chest, Caroline walked over to me and addressed me, passing
me a magazine and what looked like a scrapbook.
"Be very
careful with these Phillipa..." she began. "If you lose them, or
damage them, you will pay a very heavy price... understand?"
"Y-yes Miss
Caroline, of course..." I replied... "What are they?"
"We can see
that you are still a very curious boy about everything that happens around
here... so I'm letting you take one of the scrapbooks home so you can
understand the kind of experiences that other boys like you have had... the
kind of experiences that other girls like us have had... and more importantly,
the kind of behaviours we expect from you as a junior member here with us. The
magazine is a little... <ahem> example
of some of the items in our extensive collection to help us girls feel good
too... It's not all about what you boys feel between your legs when you feel
good, you know..." she smiled.
"Girls need
to cum too Phillipa," Emma added
with a playful smile.
"Now
boys..." Caroline continued, "tomorrow is Saturday... Club time for
boys starts at eleven thirty... don't be late now because we have a special
treat tomorrow, for everyone..."
"A
treat?" I asked without thinking.
"Yes, but I'm
not going to spoil the surprise though," Caroline smirked. I wasn't sure I
liked the sound of that... but I put my faith in the fact that they were girls,
not savages. And then I suddenly thought... I was still wearing girls' clothes.
"Miss
Caroline... can I have my clothes back please? My boy clothes, to go home
in..."
"Nope, today
you'll go home as you are, like wearing new shoes out of the shoe shop as a
special treat. We'll make sure your... boy clothes, are returned later..."
"But... I
can't go out into the woods like this?" I gasped. "I look like a girl!"
"That's the
whole point dummy..." Caroline giggled. "You're a junior member here
with us now, so you come here and go home in your girl clothes..."
"But what if
my mum sees me? I can't let her seem dressed like a girl!"
"I'm pretty
sure that after what you were reading earlier, you realise that your mummy
knows all about what happens here... and that she knows that you're more than
likely going to go home one day soon wearing girls' clothes... She might be a
little surprised that it has been so easy for us to get you to do it so soon
<giggle> but Phillipa, you need to understand that all of the women, all
of the girls in the Village know what goes on here... and the men... and now
you two boys too... But fine, if you're really that bothered, you can get
changed out of your boy clothes outside before you come in for the meetings,
and change into your boy clothes again before you go home... But not
today..."
"But..."
"The other
choice is to strip naked again right now and go home nude... No further messing
around. So are you going to obey me and wear your girl clothes home today, or
do you want me to strip you naked and walk you home myself, right along the
lane!?"
I gulped and shook
my head... I definitely couldn't go home naked... Anyone could drive along that
lane... even people not connected to the Village... Knowing my luck, I would be
seen by a group of bike riding girls on a trip out from a nearby village or
town. I could just imagine Caroline gleefully parading me naked in front of
other girls. Better to be wearing pink, girls' clothes in front of them, than
being naked... I guessed.
"I c-can't go
n-naked..." I gabbled. "I'll go... like this..."
"There you go
then... good choice Phillipa," Caroline remarked. "It's good to see
boys make better choices when they're learning from and supervised by
girls..."
Emma handed me a
plastic carrier bag in which to put the scrapbook and magazine I had been
given. She smiled as she helped me put them inside the bag. I put my socks and
trainers on.
"You can go
now, boys..." Caroline finally said. Quick as a flash, Stephen bolted for
the door, eager to make a quick getaway. After fumbling a little with one of my
laces, I departed from the hut too and chased after him... I can imagine how
that looked on reflection, two boys dressed as girls, running through the woods
as the gleeful cheering and giggling coming from the hut disappeared into the
distance.
"Wait...
Stephen!" I called out, trying to catch up with the other boy. He was
wearing flip-flops on his feet, which severely hampered his progress in
comparison with the trainers I was wearing. When I caught up with him I called
out for him to stop and talk to me... "Stop... come on... Hey, please... I
want to talk to you..."
"Grrrrrrr!"
he grunted, turning round and pushing me backwards a little, nearly making me
fall over. His face was angry and defiant... full of hatred it seemed.
Rebellion.
"Hey,
don't!" I called out, a little shocked. The boy in the dress, stared back
at me and looked so angry at what had happened... But through the anger, I
could see he was also distraught... distressed even... ashamed.
"You dirty bastard! Y-you touched my willy..."
he accused angrily, his eyes displaying resentment and shame. If I wasn't
careful, this could have led to a fight and that's not what I wanted.
"Well you
touched mine too..." I replied, less hostile and hoping to make amends. I
mean, I needed a friend, and I'm sure that Stephen did too. I mean, if both of
us boys fought and became enemies, it would have handed instant victory to the
girls... Kind of like 'divide and conquer...' We would have been easier to
control and dominate than we actually were in that case. "And don't call
me a... bastard... I don't like
it..." I lowered my voice when I said the 'B' word and looked around,
worried that someone might hear us and get me in more trouble than I felt I was
already in.
"You're gay... you asked me to kiss you and touch your willy!" he grizzled, pointing at me rudely.
"No, you're gay! You dress like a girl and I thought you were a girl and..."
"Well you're
now dressed like a girl too... so there..." his eyes watered, his
face was crumpling into remorse, regret and defeat... "They make me do
it... like they make you do things... I hate being a girl... I'm a BOY! Don't you say I'm a girl... don't you say I'm a girl... take it back!" he blustered, lunging
forward towards me and pushing me back again...
We were like two
battling young stags, our antlers locked together, pushing and jostling for
superiority between us when we didn't even have to in our girl dominated world.
It was nothing more than a brief pushing scuffle. It ended as quickly as it
started as Stephen broke down in tears, in my arms...
"Okay, okay
I'm sorry..." I said empathetically to the other boy... "It's okay...
Ssshhhh... I understand..." Stephen continued to cry for about twenty to
thirty seconds as I held him in my arms, his head resting on my shoulder, stray
tears dripping onto the skin of my shoulders... "It's okay...
Shhhhh..." I tried to reassure him. He was warm and... soft... as I felt
his body shaking. I couldn't tell if it was just the tail end of his crying, or
if he was just simply scared... or even somehow relieved?
"I'm not a girl <sob>" he cried
rhetorically as he looked up at me and our 'embrace' ended. "I'm a boy
<sniffle>" As he wiped his tears from his cheek, I saw the weakness
in his eyes... the defeat... the embarrassment. I recognised it all from what I
saw in the mirror in my bedroom. The look of another boy losing so heavily to
the girls in the battle of the sexes. Now there were two of us... losing
together.
"It's okay
Stephen..." I said softly, still trying to earn his trust and reassure
him. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell that you were really a boy. I believe
you're not gay... if you believe I'm
not either... If I'd have known you were a boy, I wouldn't have asked to kiss
you... honest..."
"Okay... neither of us are gay..." he
replied looking at me, readjusting the cap on his head and wiping his brow with
the back of his hand. He was a lot calmer now. "But they would have made
you kiss me... One way or the other, they wanted us to kiss, so they could
laugh at us. It's what they wanted... to see two boys kissing... They're in charge... The girls rule here..."
"Yeah, I
guess they do..." I said, blushing like the loser I felt like. Then I
looked into his eyes, hoping that I had gained his trust as an ally. "I
just want to be your friend Stephen... and maybe together we can get through
all this... A lot of the time it's embarrassing and humiliating and horrible. I
know that... It's been a very weird
week! But sometimes... when the girls make that good feeling in my willy... I
kind of like it... Don't you?"
"That bit's
okay... I guess..." he said, finally relaxing. "And I don't mind
kissing... kissing real girls I mean... Th-thank you for calling me
Stephen..." He looked so vulnerable wearing that dress as he smiled weakly
at me. He didn't know it, but he moved one of his knees into the other one,
like a nervous and bashful girl sometimes did in the old movies.
"Look, if you
want to know a secret about me, I like Emma... like, I really like her..."
I confessed, feeling brave and happy to be able to talk freely to another boy.
It had been so long.
"Well that's
good, because you belong to her... you know that don't you?" he said
cautiously, as though he knew he was taking a risk by revealing some sort of
secret too.
"How do you
mean?"
"Well it's
all she talks about... you I mean...
She bathed me on Tuesday... and all she could talk about was-"
"Wait, what?
She b-bathed you too? In your
bathroom?" I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Emma was mine... or at
least, I thought I was Emma's. I didn't like it but I knew it made sense from
everything that had happened to me.
"Yes... I
never know which girl from the club is going to bath me every night...
Sometimes they come to my home... sometimes I'm asked to go to theirs...
sometimes Josie is there... I'm kind of used to the girls seeing me naked, and
touching me and bathing me... Except for the times when they bring a new girl
along with them, or they have friends or cousins over at theirs while I am
being bathed... I hate getting nude like that for new girls... especially if
they're younger... They seem to giggle more, like a naked boy is such a special
novelty treat for them to boss around... I think I've been seen naked and...
played with, by about thirty five different girls since I joined the Club...
<blush> And when I say 'played with,' I mean like... full on... messing with me until I... you know...
it feels good... down there."
"Jesus...
that many girls? All made you cum too?" I gasped, and he nodded quickly,
looking away in shame. My eyes widened like saucers. That's a lot of young
feminist eyes looking at a boy's private parts... and their fingers touching
him too. "Fuck! Stephen... what are they doing to us?"
"You'll get
used to it... But it's just this dressing up like a girl and stuff... that's
the hardest bit for boys... Sometimes it's like I'm losing my mind... you know?
Like they've already made me docile and weak... but then they're really trying
to turn me into a girl... a girl with a willy to play with..."
"Yeah... I
get that bit already... crikey..." I said, shrugging knowingly at him,
almost resigned to my fate.
"Oh, and if
you're wondering, I belong to Natasha... She was the one who was nicest to me
from the start... and with all the stuff they make us boys do... well
<blush> she is my favourite... <giggle>"
I laughed too,
recognising in my new friend that despite all of the horrors that boy members
are put through in the Girls' Club, there are obviously things that happen that
keep us going back for more... Whether it be love... feeling good in our
private parts... or just simple girlish blackmail...
"Do you like
Star Wars Stephen?" I asked starting the walk to freedom from the woods,
and changing the subject to something I really wanted to talk to another boy
about. Being friends with somebody was more than just talking about girls
right?
"Yeah... and
I already know you do!" he teased.
"Cool, I'm
the biggest fan... <giggle> So you got any toys?" I asked, my mind
already planning a whole series of play dates with Stephen right away... The
adventures I cold have with another boy... Boyish adventures... proper Star
Wars.
"Yes, I've
got-"
"Cool, it
would be great to play with a boy. Can I play with you?" I said quickly
and with the best of innocent intent.
"No way! I didn't think you were gay!" he scowled making me feel as
though I had upset him again... But then he broke out into a knowing giggle
when he saw the look of horror on my face as I realised what I had said.
"Oh you silly
arse! That's not what I meant..." I giggled at him in reply. "And you
know it! I meant, can we play together? Star Wars I mean... here in the woods?
The girls said we can so we won't get punished. Or you can come over to mine...
before having to come back, here, and
the.... Club..." My voice
trailed off and I winced a little at the thought of having to go back. Now two
boys having to attend the Girls' Club dressed as girls.
"Yeah of
course... why not?" Stephen said, happier in himself. We began walking
again, back towards the edge of the forest where we could take the lane back to
our respective homes. And then I managed to get Stephen to tell me his story...
the day he got snared by the girls and 'encouraged' to join the Club.
--
Stephen's Story...
As Stephen began
to tell me his story, it became clear to me that he was a boy who tried really
hard to avoid being snared by the girls. Even when he was caught, he put up a
very lengthy fight... a persistent defiance that would ultimately cost him
dear... He showed more fight than I ever did when the girls first got to him...
It was the Summer
of 1985, last summer. He was sat in the garden, on a towel on the lawn reading
a comic on the first day of the school holidays. He was ten years old. His
older sister, Josie, was twelve and she was looking after him while their
mother was at work. They normally got on well, in a sibling kind of way,
despite the occasional disagreement and fall out. Josie came out of the cottage
with a couple of drinks... one lemonade... one looking like cola. Yes readers, that is what you're thinking...
"Here
Stephen... you've been out here for an hour now, it's time you had a drink...
Mum said you should drink plenty when it's hot..."
"Oh, thank
you Josie..." he said, taking the glass of 'cola' from her hand and
gulping it down with no thought. <BELCH> he sounded, letting out the
inevitable gas.
"You
pig!" Josie giggled with irony, shaking her head. "You need to learn
some manners if you want the girls to like you..."
"Girls? Pah!!
There's no way I'm getting involved with girls..."
Stephen scoffed, not even lifting his head from his comic. "All they do is
mess with their hair, shop for clothes, play with dolls and smell like flowers...
They're so sissy..."
"Is that
so?" she asked playfully.
"Uh-huh...
girls don't know anything else..."
After a few more
minutes of the idle chatter, Josie decided to strike...
"You know...
if I told you I had found some naughty magazines with girls in... would you go
with me to have a look?"
"Wh-what?
Magazines?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "How do you mean?"
"You know...
naughty ones..." she pressed, then lowering her voice to a careful,
conspiratorial whisper... "Ones where people get naked... and do stuff..."
So, there he was,
walking next to his older sister through the woods, on a mission to discover
this secret hoard of naughty magazines. Stephen had no idea where his sister
was taking him when she escorted him to the Club hut. He didn't even know that
there was a Club meeting there on a regular basis. His previous boyish
explorations had never really taken him that far into the woods. After all,
other than it being labelled as 'private property,' for the last couple of
years in particular, his sister had kind of scared him into believing that it
was haunted. He never dared try to go into the woods on his own... not that far
anyway.
Stephen was
surprised of course to find other children there in the wooden hut... all of
them girls... all of them he knew from school or in the Village.
"Girls, as
you know, this is my brother Stephen and he wants to look at some of the yummy
magazines we've got..." Josie said conspiratorially. He looked around the
room and saw various expressions of amusement, curiosity and disdain... After
all, he was a boy, and they were all girls. The older girl he knew was called
Rachel... She appeared to be the leader of around six other girls present
including Josie. Rachel was fifteen, sitting on the garden chair throne...
"Do you know
why you're here?" Rachel asked.
"To look at
magazines with naked girls in..." he replied, not feeling the slightest
bit intimidated yet by the fact that he was the only boy there. Some of the
girls breathed in with the shock of what the boy had confessed. One giggled
quietly, her name was Suzanne...
"Who said
anything about the girls being naked
in the magazines?" Josie teased him, holding out one of the magazines for
him to look at. He took it from her and turned a couple of the pages quickly...
eager to find treasure.
"No
way!" Stephen gasped, his face turning crimson with blushes as he scanned
through the first couple of pages... The other girls in the hut were giggling
at his embarrassed reaction to what he was looking at. The girls imagined that
every boy who saw what Stephen was looking at would react like that too.
Stephen turned
back to the front cover and read the title...
'Dominante MÄDCHEN...' It was German... the April
1985 edition of 'Dominant GIRLS.'
As his heart
pounded, and his face burned crimson with embarrassment, he flicked back to the
pictures and accompanying text in German that he couldn't read. Stephen saw
enough in the pictures to understand what the story was about. A boy, maybe
twelve years old in his PE sports kit at a Leisure Centre had been hiding in
the girls' locker room, ready to spy on them when they got changed...
Through the peep-hole
gap in the locker door in which he was hiding, six pretty girls, maybe ten to
twelve years old were shown to enter the locker room and begin to start
unhooking the tops of their leotards... One of the girls clearly had nascent
developing breasts, maybe she was even thirteen... She looked bigger than the
others.. maybe the troop leader. The other girls, Stephen thought could be
anywhere from ten years old to the same age as his sister.
What made Stephen
blush was that the boy fell out of the locker before the girls actually took
anything off... and he lay there on the floor with the girls looking annoyed as
they stared down at him... The photoset advanced quickly with the girls taking
control of the boy, stripping off his clothes one by one... His left sock being
used to gag him.
Fully naked and
blushing, the boy was being taunted and pointed at as the girls stared at his
hairless, modest, boyish private parts...
"No way! How
could he let girls do that?" Stephen exclaimed in shock, feeling a sinking
feeling in his tummy, and a surprising tingling in his penis. Blotting out the
girlish giggling around him as they watched his reaction, he felt compelled to
keep looking at the magazine... hoping that the boy would get to see the girls
naked, and in so doing, he would see them too...
Although Josie and
Stephen were siblings, and had shared many baths together, that all stopped
when Josie turned seven and Stephen was five. He couldn't remember any details
of her private anatomy, so girls were very much a mystery to him. He hoped to
learn more, right there in that magazine.
But as the story
advanced, it was the girls getting all of the thrills, and all of the glory. In
the pictures, the boy looked as though he was about to cry, his penis,
hairless... pre-pubescent... but so very stiff as the girls each took their
turn to fondle and play with him... The six pretty young gymnasts were
exploring all of their curiosities about boys, right there in the girls' locker
room.
There were close
up shots of the boy's penis being touched and fondled by the girlish hands...
The final close up shot showed the boy's penis having had his foreskin pulled
back to fit snugly behind the corona of the glans... An out of focus face of
one of the girls clearly smiling behind.
The final shot of
that set showed the boy lying prone on the floor of the girls' locker room, the
six dominant little gymnasts posing above the crying and conquered boy who had
been caught spying. The leader, resting her foot on the boy's chest, arms
raised in victory. The other five younger girls still laughing at the naked
boy, pointing between his legs at the stiff little erection.
Stephen's
breathing was ragged... the stiffness of his own penis surprised him, and was
embarrassing for him... His mouth was dry when he swallowed. It was horrible
what he saw in the magazine... That poor boy... being humiliated by those
girls... But his body was telling a different story. His genitals were tingling
with arousal.
He flicked further
into the magazine, desperate to find what he hoped would be naked girls... But
there were none... The photo sets always showed girls that were fully clothed,
or at least always wore clothing that covered their interesting parts... always
bossing boys around, making boys strip naked... or forcibly stripping them...
then playing with their... penises...
"That's not
fair... you girls shouldn't be seeing this..." Stephen said quietly, for
the first time feeling a little bit outnumbered and insecure. "I want to
see the girls naked!"
"Oh don't
worry," Rachel said, "we have plenty of naked girls in magazines
too... But that all depends on how well you behave... and how well you
perform..."
"Huh?"
he replied, not sure what was going on, or how he felt about it. His limbs felt
a little heavier than usual despite not having done anything too active...
Arms... legs... all felt achy...
"Girls... let
us pray," Rachel announced, confusing Stephen even more who didn't know
whether to look through the magazine again... or look at the what the girls in
the hut were doing. "Stand there," she commanded him, pointing to a
spot at the side of her 'throne.' He obeyed naturally, and watched as the girls
began to chant...
"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our
slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys
must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in
every way..."
"Girls rule
forever!" Rachel called.
"Girls rule forever!" the other
girls replied in unison.
Stephen couldn't
believe it... a club that proclaimed that girls were superior... and that boys
were... inferior. It was heresy, and he was determined to stand his ground...
to prove the girls wrong. Such defiance would prove to be his undoing... Defiance despite what all
of the other indicators around him were screaming at him... to run... The words
of the chant... the pictures in the magazine... it was all calling out for him
to run... for his modesty and his self-esteem. He had to run... but he didn't
see it... he didn't hear it. He was a boy, and not so easily cowed. Not yet.
"Do you
believe that girls are better than boys Stephen?" Rachel asked calmly.
"No, of course
not... Boys are better... end of!" he replied sharply.
"Hmmmm,
interesting... Will you take off your clothes and let us look at your willy,
Stephen?" Rachel then asked brazenly, shocking the boy into disbelief that
he heard correctly.
"Huh?"
"You know...
strip naked... right here, now... in front of us... like the boys do in that
magazine... will you do it? Will you pull your pants down for us and let us
look at you?"
"Fuck off! No
way! You're all crazy if you think that!" he replied, letting out a
playful giggle of irony and mild shock that girls would even ask such a thing.
Subconsciously, his hand moved to the front of his shorts, covering something
up that was already covered. In his mind, he knew he was going to tell his mum
all about that magazine later, and make sure that the Club was shut down. Maybe
the girls would all get a spanking too.
"That's a
shame... Because right now, you're the only boy in the village Stephen... The
girls and I have a duty to carry on the legacy of the Langton Magna Girls'
Club, and that means ensuring that any boys in the village that we choose are
given the chance to join us as junior members... Without other boys to choose
from, we have no alternative but to choose you... And we want to see your
penis..."
"Come on...
it won't take long... just take off your clothes and show it to the girls
Stephen," Josie, his sister encouraged. "You might enjoy it..."
"Wh-what? No
way! I won't... I won't let you..."
"Are you chicken?" Rachel teased, knowing
just how to ruffle a boy's feathers. No boy can stand being called a chicken by
a girl.
"Shut up...
I'm not a chicken... It's just...
No, there are too many of you... and she's younger than me... she's too young
to see!"
"Well that
just means you are chicken... too many girls... one too young... all in your
opinion of course... Come on... show us your willy. Let us show you how much
fun you can have if you obey girls, like all boys should..."
"No chance...
I'll never obey you... Boys rule... no matter what your dumb
rhyme says... I'll never obey a girl... never, and you can't make me...
and I'm not showing you my willy... no chance!" With that, he started to
run for the door.
Rachel was
quicker... being the best part of five years older than Stephen. She was easily
able to grab his arm and hold him still. Of course, we now know that he was
also under the influence of the mystery 'cola' that Josie had given him...
"Come on
girls... looks like we've got a nice challenger here," Rachel said with
amusement as the younger boy tried to wriggle free and make his escape.
"If he won't obey us of his own free will, then we'll just have to make
him obey... Josie and I promised you a naked boy, so lets make one
appear... Start with his shoes and socks..."
"Nooo! Wait,
what are you doing?" Stephen panicked as the girls surrounded him,
giggling and cat-calling as they began to tear at his clothes.
In next to no
time, the girls had forcibly stripped him down to his underpants. They were
tighty-whitey briefs... stained yellow at the front. Rachel held him steady by
his arms as his legs flailed aimlessly to try and stop the girls staring
between his legs at the little bulge concealed inside his pants. Suzanne was
there with her camera of course... <click... click> Photographs of his blushing
face, photographs of him being held steady by the older girl, and photographs
of the little bulge of his crotch, inside the stained underpants.
"Here's our
first lesson for Stephen," Rachel sniggered. "The first reason why
girls are better than boys... the dirty little stain at the front of a boy's
underpants... Hmmmm... A little pissy pants boy!" The girls giggled and
squealed as they stared at the fitful boy's soiled underwear. "Tell us,
weakling pissy boy... just how long have you been wearing those pants... When
were they clean on?"
"Shut up,
stop looking!" Stephen called out angrily, desperate to free himself from
the older girl's grasp. His legs continued to flail, but he knew his body was
tiring with every passing moment.
"Tell us how
many days you've been wearing those pants to get them in that state,"
Rachel pressed on. "Or we'll take them off you right... now..." To
make her point, she squeezed her grip on his arms tight, pulling him tighter to
her as he wriggled and squirmed.
"Nnngghhhh! Let me go! Damn you!" he growled
angrily and more than a little embarrassed to be in just his underpants.
"Okay... three days... I wore them for school on Friday..."
Collectively, the
girls made sounds of disgust and horror mixed in with their teasing and
giggling. Stephen was ashamed, but determined not to give in.
"So today is
the fourth day... Fuck! That really is disgusting, isn't it girls?" Rachel
chuckled. "Boys are nothing more than perverted, stinky, vermin fit only
for slavery in the service of girls!"
"Pervy, bed
wetting wankers!" Suzanne
called out amongst the crowd of excited young feminists.
"So
Stephen... you filthy little runt... if I let go of you, will you take off your
pants for us and show us your cock?"
"No way... let me go or I'll tell...
I'll tell on you all... I'll tell my mum all about that magazine... the naked
boys... I tell her about this club... You know I will Josie... tell them...
tell them to let me go!" Stephen protested. The girls only seemed to cheer
even more and there was no relenting from his sister either. "You damn
bitches... give me back my clothes... I
hate you... It's not fair..."
"Oh but it is
fair... You're a boy, and we're all girls... And we're going to see you naked
before you leave here..."
"No way! You can't... I won't show
you... I won't... I won't pull down
my pants and I won't obey... never! Boys
are better than girls! You'll see..."
"Okay, you
two move the chest into the middle, and Emma, you get ready with the cuffs...
like we discussed," Rachel instructed with confidence, setting the other
girls in the Club into action to start what was to be known in Stephen's
scrapbook as 'The Battle Of Langton Magna...'
"We have a
feisty one here who will need a lot of work... But we'll break him..." Rachel
smirked. "We'll make him submit to us... and obey... He'll learn to say
that it's us girls who are superior... it's girls who are better... All we have
to do is follow the Big Book Of Boy Secrets..."
Stephen watched
with curious fear as the girls moved the locked wooden chest to the middle of
the room, while Emma rummaged around in the other one to retrieve the four sets
of handcuffs... They were actually the kind you would normally find in a 'cops
and robbers' play set. Quite basic, but so darned effective.
"What are
they for?" Stephen cried out.
"Oh those are
to make sure you won't run away..." Rachel teased, still controlling the
boy. She began to manhandle him across the hut and towards the chest. As he
began kicking around and screaming with more vehement protest, Rachel lifted
him off the floor and positioned his bottom onto the cushion that Caroline had
placed on top of the chest. He was being draped over it and he couldn't stop
her. "Okay girls, one at each corner... grab his ankles... and his
wrists... just like we've seen in the magazines... hold him steady, that's
it..."
"Stop it! Let me go! You can't do
this... it's not fair..." Stephen called out, wriggling his bottom
on top of the toy chest and feeling the panic of tears forming in his eyes. He
looked for his sister... hoping to tap into the compassion of his sibling...
"Josie please! Make them stop... I
don't like it... PLEASE! Don't
let them see me!"
"There...
let's be quick... I've got his shoulders... Caroline... go on, you do the
honours, it's time to pull his pants down..."
"Nooo! Don't... please don't... Noooooo! Stop..."
But Caroline
wasted no time... She hooked her chubby fingers into the sides of the
struggling boy's stained white underpants, and she began to tug them down...
With Stephen being distracted by the experience of having his underpants pulled
down by a giggling girl, Emma secured his wrists in the toy handcuffs, each
wrist being secured through a small eyelet on the outside frame of the toy
chest... Even if he could get free of Rachel's grasp, he was now attached to
the toy chest by his wrists...
Stephen was
blushing crimson, his face feeling hot as the tears began to trickle from his
eyes and down the sides of his face to his ears... As he blushed, he felt the humiliating
horror of his underpants cresting over his bare naked boy crotch... The
material slipped downward as his penis lost it's agonising battle to cling onto
the briefly stretching fabric, and came into full, humiliatingly graphic view
for the girls... <boing...>
He could see
Caroline giggling hard at his penis... the stiff little member wriggling
between his legs helplessly... He couldn't stop her looking... She was as
gleeful and intimidating as the other girls' and their giggles... knowing that
they were all looking at his newly revealed, bare naked boy parts... The chubby
girl, Caroline, continued to pull his underpants down... his ball bag now in
the open as well... the material passing quickly down his thighs and legs...
<click...
click> went the shutter of Suzanne's camera as the girls cheered loudly at
the underpants being pulled free of Stephen's ankles... and tossed with girlish
finesse into the air before coming to rest on the floor of the hut.
Of course, being
only ten years old... and a boy, his genitals were totally hairless, the
journey into puberty still a long way off from starting. The girls were all
cheering and commenting and giggling with Suzanne taking more photographs, here
and there... even close-ups.
With his
underpants now so ceremoniously clear of his feet, Emma quickly secured the now
fully naked boy's ankles to the toy chest using the other sets of handcuffs
attached through the eyelets. He was now face up on top of the chest, naked as
the day he was born, blushing scarlet and starting to cry... All in front of
those girls who were now looking at his private parts, and he was unable to
move to try and cover himself... It wasn't fair...
"Well there
we go... We've got you now Stephen haven't we?" Rachel teased, running her
fingers over the naked boy's chest. "We could have avoided all that fuss,
if only you had agreed to get naked and obey girls nicely... like boys
should..."
"Fuck you! Let me go you stupid
cow!" he sobbed in defeat.
"Silence! <slap>" Rachel
barked, striking the boy's face with the back of her hand.
"Owwww!
DON'T!" he wailed, more tears forced from him in his living nightmare.
"You're such
a potty mouth..." Rachel teased. "No matter... we can cure that...
and we will get you to obey... In fact, all you have to do is admit
the truth that girls are better than boys in front of my friends here... and
maybe we'll let you go... right now... how does that sound?"
"No way! It's
not true... Boys are better... Let me go, now!"
he squirmed on the cushion, tugging as best he could with his wrists and ankles
attached to the cuffs. "You've all seen me... now LET ME GO!"
But Rachel, and
the girls were not anywhere near done yet. The debate about which sex was
superior had only just begun... and predictably, the boy was very reluctant to
concede that his own gender was the losing one, despite being naked and
restrained like he was in a hut filled with eager looking girls all having
their curiosities satisfied with the showing off of a real live naked boy!
"Gather round
close girls..." Rachel said, tracing her finger around the wriggling boy's
tummy button. "It's time to start Stephen's education about girls and
boys... and who's really in charge... By the end of today, this little one will
understand that girls are better than boys... and he'll admit it as freely as
he would if you asked him to confirm that the sky was blue and the grass was
green..." <giggle>
And with that,
Rachel began her program of sexual abuse and coercion to break the boy down,
and make him obey. Unrestricted humiliation of a naked boy, right there in
front of the girls of Langton Magna.
"How old is
this... boy?" Rachel said, curling her fingers around his stiff little
erection, running her hand up along the shaft to the tip, barely making contact
before resting her hand on his bald pubis.
"He's
ten..." Josie confirmed, watching the actions of the older girl eagerly.
"Girls...
this boy is still very immature... typically a long way behind girls in his
development... Like we know from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, girls start to
mature a lot faster than boys... and we start our puberty way before them...
That's why this little one is still as bald and weedy looking as the day he was
born!"
At that, the other
girls giggled at Stephen's expense, watching as the older girl's hand fondled
the naked boy, powerless to stop her despite straining at the toy handcuffs
around his wrists and ankles. Being toys, the handcuffs were actually quite
simple to separate during normal play... But this kind of play was far from
normal intended use.
"Stop it!
Nnnnnnngghhh... Stop looking! AAgggggghhhhh... Don't touch me!"
"His little
balls inside here haven't dropped yet," Rachel teased, using her other
hand to explore the little furrowed sac of his scrotum with her other hand
while circling the fingers of her other one back around the base of his penis
where it joined to his body to his crotch. "When he talks, he still
squeaks like a little girl... don't you?"
"Shut up! Let
me go... nnngghghhhhh... Let go of my willy... stop touching me!"
In great detail,
Rachel took time to point out all of the crucial points about a boy's private
parts that they had read so much about in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. Now,
there was a boy to play with and experiment with all of their own... a real
live naked boy.
As he continued to
sob tearfully, Rachel moved on with her seemingly expert demonstration of the
young male's genitalia and gave a thorough demonstration of the workings of his
foreskin... recounting word for word the well trodden phrases and details
contained in their big secret book. He was no longer protesting verbally, just
laying back to let it happen... he had no other choice as he began crying in
earnest as Rachel fully retracted his foreskin with a 'pop' so that it nestled
snugly into the gap behind the coronal ridge of the grey, purplish looking
glans...
"That's what
a fully naked boy looks like..." Rachel said, grinning with victory as
Stephen quietly felt tear after tear leaking from his eyes. He'd never felt so
much shame and humiliation... He'd never felt so embarrassed to be a boy as
Rachel conducted her analysis of each part of his genitals... making him feel
like a laboratory animal... a live experiment for the girls. "Now that
he's skinned back like a little bunny rabbit, we can see ALL of him..."
"Wow, that's
even more ugly in real life than in the book and magazines!" Suzanne
giggled. "I'm soooo glad I'm a girl..."
"Oh yeah...
boys really are funny looking... they're really nothing special at all,"
Rachel said, with a playful pinch of his glans that felt mildly discomforting
for him.
"Nnnnggh..."
he gasped.
"This bit, as
we know is the glans... this funny looking little mushroom thing all grey and
purple in colour... It's hard to think that this is actually what your clitoris
would have become if you were unlucky enough to have been born a boy!"
<squeeze...
squeeze> Rachel pinched Stephen's glans a couple of times to emphasise her
disdain for the boy's sex.
"Nnnnnghh,
owww! <sniffle>" he whimpered, more tears falling from him. He
couldn't understand why something so bad was happening to him, yet his penis
was all stiff, seemingly excited and tingling as the girl demonstrated him to
the other girls.
When she let go,
Stephen's penis lilted to one side a little and made the muscle at the base of
his penis contract... a bodily reaction that made his modest, boyish erection
wobble from side to side a couple of times. The movement was not lost on the
girls...
"Oh, looks
like the little boy likes it after all... Look girls, Stephen's willy is saying
hello to it's new mistresses..." Rachel teased, making the other girls
break out into renewed giggling as they watched the naked boy's powerless penis
flexing in front of their eyes. "His little willy is telling us that it
knows when it's beaten... Little willy wants to obey girls... 'cos it knows
that WE'RE better..."
Rachel wrapped her
fingers and thumb around Stephen's penis again, just below his glans and where
the rolled up foreskin was nestled. She pulled downward again as the girls
watched...
<tug>
"Nnnghghghhh!
Owwwwww, stop it!" Stephen
sobbed with discomfort, thinking that something was going to give way and
'snap' or tear as the skin on his penis stretched tighter than he'd ever felt
before. "Ohhh god... you'll break it, STOP
IT! Owwwwww!" The girls watched with open mouths at this latest
demonstrative development in boy control.
"Like we've
read and discussed, now you see it to be true... a boy's penis is weak...
Having a penis, is their major weakness... isn't it Stephen?"
"Nnnnghgh... yes... STOP IT!" he cried out, desperately, feeling the skin of his
frenulum stretched tight. "Please!"
"Get a boy by
the balls... or his penis, and you can make putty out of him... It's very easy
for girls to control the true weaker sex like this... by using discomfort and
increasing the pain he feels... A boy will do anything for a girl to protect
his penis or his balls... just like a man will do the same for a woman... They
think their penises are sooo special... but they really aren't. They're pitiful
and weak... not like a girl's vagina and clitoris..." As Rachel held the
boy's shaft, it's skin stretched tight with how she was tugging downward with
her fingers wrapped around the shaft, she used her free hand to rub her finger
over the bumpy little skin of his frenulum, right on the underside of his
glans. It made the boy gasp with nervous sexual sensation... He really felt
that the skin there was going to tear.
"Nnnnngghghh,
please stop!" <sob>
Rachel let go of
his penis again, much to Stephen's relief and made him gasp. She brought the
finger that had been rubbing over his frenulum and the underside of his glans
to her nose, and sniffed at it...
"Eugghghhh!"
Rachel baulked. "You really are a dirty, smelly little boy..." With
that, she moved her finger so that it was under his nose this time...
"Smell it... smell what you're like down there!"
With great
reluctance, Stephen did smell the finger. He felt so embarrassed that he was
smelling what his penis smelled like at that moment... even worse knowing that
a girl who had just been touching him also now knew what he smelled like down
there. He didn't like it and was instantly ashamed... It was cheesy... mixed
with stale pee... pungent... unpleasant. He remembered that it had been four
days since his last bath... on the Thursday when they'd been playing tennis at
school in the afternoon... He'd had a bath that night... but not since.
"Typical boy
of his age... no pride in his hygiene... He'll learn to be as clean as a girl
soon... won't you?" Rachel teased, cruelly rubbing her finger onto his top
lip, right under his nose and then squirming it between his lips and into his
mouth... "Suck it clean... you filthy little stinker..."
"Mmmgghhh..."
Stephen objected weakly as the finger forced it's way between his lips and
squirming over and under his tongue. It was not a nice sensation or taste to
have that girl's finger in his mouth. Everything he had sniffed on that finger,
he was now tasting. It just served to shame him further.
"That's it...
show the girls how obedient you're becoming... suck it clean..." Rachel
teased, only the click of Suzanne's camera shutter diverting his attention from
the humiliating and dirty task of sucking the girl's finger clean.
"Looks like
he enjoys that..." Caroline sniggered. "He's sucking your finger like
it's another little willy!" The other girls giggled at that thought too.
Soon enough, Rachel withdrew the finger from the boy's mouth and wiped it on her
t-shirt.
"But of
course, controlling boys and making them obey isn't all about making them feel
pain..." Rachel announced, re-taking her position next to the naked boy's
exposed genitals. "There are things that girls can do to boys of course
that make them obey you so that you'll maybe do it to them again... You can
make them feel things, in their penis... that gets them addicted to you... nice
things... just like when a girl diddles her cunny. It's the other point of
proof that a boy's penis is his biggest weakness. Control that penis, and
you'll enslave the boy... for as long as you want him..."
<giggle>
As the girlish
commotion receded, Rachel grasped hold of Stephen's penis and rolled the
foreskin back into it's normal position, before then gripping the shaft just
below the glans...
"This is the
nice way to get a boy to obey you..." Rachel smirked down at the still
tearful and blushing boy. "Enjoy the ride Stephen Roberts... soon you'll
agree that girls are better than boys... and you'll do anything for a girl...
won't you?"
"Nnnngghgh! NO WAY!" he replied testily,
blinking a tear from his left eye. "Stop touching me... it's not FAIR! Boys are better... boys
rule... it's girls who should be slaves... you'll see!"
"Oh I am sure
we'll see... won't we girls?" Rachel laughed knowingly at her quorum of
young feminist protégés. Gently, she began to masturbate him. Her fingers and
thumb gripped him sufficiently, that as she moved them up and down the length
of his modest hairless erection, the skin covering it yielded enough to give
sensation that maintained his arousal and enhanced his 'enjoyment' of what was
happening. Enough to keep him 'dancing' to her tune, but not enough to make him
climax. Not yet...
Stephen had never
really paid much attention to his penis before now. Certainly he had never felt
this kind of sensation in his private parts like how this older girl was making
him feel. He still didn't know what a climax felt like... or understand what
the word 'orgasm' meant. There had barely been any real sensation for him when
he had curiously gripped his own erections in secret before now. He was about
to learn a lot about his body... and humiliatingly, it was a girl showing it to
him.
<wank.....
wank..... wank....>
"Oohhhgghh...
No... you can't..." Stephen gasped with disbelief. The horror of a girl
jostling his penis like that, in front of the other girls... giving him
feelings he had never felt before. He was blushing... his heart was racing...
his tummy was skipping double somersaults. His willy was confusingly stiff and
tingly as the girl played with him. 'What is she doing to me? I never...
knew... I don't understand... what's happening to me?'
<wank....
wank.... wank....>
"So, for
those girls who've never seen a boy being stimulated like this..." Rachel
said calmly, never deviating from her task. "Watch and learn... This is
wanking... or masturbation... Some girls call it 'diddling a boy,' or even
'milking a boy.' It's the best way to enslave them... Basically, it's how a
girl can make a boy feel good in his willy... Kind of like the feeling we get
in our clitties when we girls touch ourselves between the legs too. This is how
we give a boy the same feeling... We can tell that he already feels good,
because his penis is stiff... he's having a little erection for us, which means
he's excited and happy to have a girl in charge of him like this. He likes
being a nudie boy in front of girls... He's just too much of a fraidy-cat to
admit it yet... But he's starting to learn what it feels like... and he'll
quickly learn to enjoy it... and become our slave..."
"Stop it!
That's not true...!" Stephen called out in protest, on the verge of tears
again. He didn't want to obey girls... he didn't want to be naked in front of
girls... "It's awful... Leave me alone! Stop looking at my thing, please! <sob> It's
embarrassing..."
"Embarrassing
for you that you've got a little wormy willy!" Suzanne giggled taking time
to capture plenty of pictures for the scrapbook to be written about him,
including numerous close ups of his private parts and his face. "Girls are better than boys! Girls are better than boys!!" Suzanne, Emma and young
Anita began to chant.
"SHUT
UP! I don't like it..." Stephen cried. "I want to go home, LET
ME GO!"
<wank...
wank... wank...>
"Will you
admit that girls are better than boys then?" Rachel said, challenging the
boy to see if he was going to cave in early like many boys do when having this
done to them the first time...
"No! Stop
taking pictures of me! Not there... Stop
it! You're not in charge... Boys are better
than girls... We're smarter... we're stronger... You'll see! Girls are the
weaker sex! You're all dumb, sissy girls... Mmmmgghhh ohhh god... I'm gonna
tell... I'm gonna tell... stop it!"
But Rachel kept on
her relentless teasing masturbation of him. She could tell he was weakening,
without him knowing or recognising it himself yet... His hips had started
lifting off the cushion a little, trying to move his penis more and more into
her hand. She used that signal as a means to escalate her humiliation of him...
"But your
little willy is sooo stiff... it's telling me and all the girls that you really
like it... even in secret..."
<wank...
wank... wank... squeeze... wank... diddle...>
"Nnnnggggh not true! Ohhhhh... god... Mmmmggghhh...
please.... stop..."
"I'm gonna squeeze a little tighter
now... and go quicker Stephen... and I'm going to make you feel soooo good that
you'll keep coming back to the Club over and over so you can let us help you
feel it again..."
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
"And when you
feel good in your willy... like a tickling feeling all through the length of
it, that's called an orgasm... When you feel that... you'll only be able to
think about how it was a girl who did it to you this first time... A girl who
showed you how to feel good in your worthless little willy... And most
importantly, you'll know that boys are slaves to girls... because we're better
than you..."
<wank-wank-wank-wank-wank>
"Boys are the
weaker sex Stephen..." Rachel said, furiously masturbating the imprisoned
boy now. Talking dirty like that, set him off on his first orgasmic journey.
"MMmmmmmmggghh
ohhhhh god... ohhhh god... what's happening?" he grunted, starting to feel
a shaking through his hips that he couldn't stop... the climactic tingling of
sexual electricity leaping from the tip of his cock, right along the shaft and
spreading through his groin...
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
Rachel continued to run her fingers and thumb up and down the boy's erection as
his orgasm took hold.
"Ohhhhh
god... noooo! I'm gonna pee... stop... I'm gonna.... Mmmmmmmm..." he
panted, as the spasms of climax came in wave after delirious wave. His mind
calling out into a debut of sexual bliss... 'Penis... my weakness... girls
rule... girls are superior... weakling worm... boys are the weaker sex...
Rachel... oh god... feels so good... I can't... help it...'
"Good boy...
let it all go... in front of the girls... good boy!" Rachel soothed him,
slowing down her masturbation of him a little. The girls all giggled as they
watched him blush, sob and writhe around powerlessly on top of the toy chest as
he felt his very first orgasm...
"Mmmmggh...
oh god... Nooooo... I don't know... what's happening to me..." he mumbled
as the girl let go of his penis finally, and he was left to feel the last
diminishing spasms of his orgasm. A wonderful... never forgotten, dry,
pre-pubescent boy's orgasm.
"You see
girls? That's what a boy's climax is like... well, a boy who hasn't started
puberty yet... From what we've shared in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, you
already know that older boys who have started puberty can shoot their sperm...
But Stephen here is still a little boy and all of his climaxes right now are
cute and dry... Good fun for girls huh? Nice and clean!"
"Stop teasing
me... you're mean... and it was horrible!" he lied unconvincingly at the
end.
"Awwww...
don't be like that... Are you ready to say that girls are better now
Stephen?" Rachel asked, snaking her finger over the trapped boys naked
tummy, playing with his navel again.
"No... Look,
just stop
it! Leave me alone... I hate it... ALL of it... And I hate you! Boys are better
than girls! BOYS RULE!"
So Rachel began to
masturbate him again... 'The Battle Of Langton Magna' had reached stage two,
and so did the battle of the sexes there in the Club hut. After his second
climax, Stephen was still defiant in the face of the girls... Whilst he was
enjoying the sensation of orgasm, he just couldn't admit that girls were
superior and in charge of him because he was a boy. Or at least he wouldn't. He
couldn't handle the thought that girls were the supreme rulers of Langton
Magna.
So Rachel began to
diddle him for a third time... She and the girls had all day to make Stephen
break for the first time... They weren't going to quit until he gave in...
<wank...
wank... wank... diddle... squeeze... wank... wank...>
"Please stop... I don't like it... it
hurts now..." Stephen pleaded, his voice breaking down as tears began to
fall once more. "You're hurting me... please...
not again!"
"Then will
you agree to obey us like a good boy, and admit that girls are better?"
Rachel asked him politely, eager to seal the deal and the completion of the
first part of his education.
"Yes... <gasp> I will..." he
blushed, ashamed at the realisation of his weakness, and ashamed at the feeling
of having to give in to a girl... especially when he was feeling such curious
and naughty things in his private parts. He was scared of the thought that boys
might be weaker and inferior to girls after all... just like the girls were
saying as they teased him. Maybe it was true... He hoped that it wasn't... He
didn't know if he could cope with thoughts like that... It went against
everything he had been faced with so far in his life. The nurture that the
human male dominated.
"Then say
it..." Rachel commanded, a smile of knowing victory on her face as she
made a boy crumple and give in... just like the book told her he would.
"Tell the girls..."
<wank...
wank... wank... squeeze...>
"I'll obey
girls... Mmmmghhhh... I'll obey you... all
of you... I will. Ohhhhh god... Girls rule... Please! Please, stop! I can't
take it... Not again!"
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
"And what
else? Admit it to the girls!"
<wank-wank-squeeze-wank-wank>
"Oh god...
G-girls are better than... boys..."
he sobbed... "I admit it... I admit it... please! Girls are better than boys!"
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
"Awwww, good
boy!" Rachel beamed with victory. "It's so true Stephen... and we're
going to show you lots and lots of reasons why girls are better and why girls
rule... but not today..." And with that, the older girl continued her
masturbation of him, despite getting what she wanted and making him agree to
obey and say what she wanted to hear from him...
<wank-wank-wank-diddle-wank-wank-wank>
"Nooooo!
Please stop... I can't take it... I'm begging
you... <sob> Why won't you stop? <sob> You promised to
stop..." He was crying again.
"No, I didn't
promise anything... Anyway, it's fun playing with you... isn't it girls?"
<wank-wank-wank>
"Please! Stop..." his protests weakened as
his sobbing continued. His tell tale hip thrusts betrayed him... trying to get
himself over the line again... but was it out of heightened arousal? Or merely
just trying to get it finished so he could go home?
<wank-wank-wank>
"Not yet... I
know this is hard for you... with you being a little nudie boy and surrounded
by all these gorgeous girls. So I'm going to give you that nice feeling again,
my treat! <giggle> Seeing as you've finally come round to admitting that
us girls are better..."
"Nooo! Stop it! Stop touching me...
<sob, sniffle> I want to go home..."
"Just as soon
as I've made it feel nice for you again... Ask me nicely to make you feel
good..."
"Oh god...
Nggghhhhh, I can't take it... you're hurting my willy... <sob> Pl-please make it feel good... Mmmmmm..."
<wank-wank-diddle-diddle-squeeze-wank>
"You will
address me properly Stephen... As a boy, you must call me Miss Rachel... got
it?"
"Aggghhh...
yeah... errrrm, Miss Rachel... <sob> Ohhhh... Mmmmm... help me...
<sniffle> Please make it feel
good..."
"Very
well..." with that, Rachel began to masturbate him with her tightest grip
yet, drawing his foreskin back fully into place snugly behind the corona of his
glans...
"This time,
when you feel good... when you feel that your willy is exploding with
indescribable joy at the hands of a girl again... I want you to say 'boys are
slaves to girls, forever...' Or we'll start all over again... and I'll let all
the other girls do it to you as well before we let you go..."
<diddle-diddle-wank-squeeze-wank-wank>
"Oh god... I
can't take it... <sniffle... sob> Mmmmm.... ohhhhh god!" With
that, Stephen climaxed again... this time gasping and panting, wriggling on top
of the toy chest as much as his restraints would permit... and he said it as
his glans throbbed with sexually charged feelings of climax... "Boys...
are slaves... to girls... f-forever... Miss Rachel... Boys are slaves to
g-g-girls... forever... Ohhhh mmmm,
nnngghghhhhh... godddd!"
"Good boy...
that looked so sweet," Rachel said softly, her breathing ragged with her
own exertion and excitement. "You'll always remember the day that Miss
Rachel made you obey for the first time, won't you? <gasp> You'll always
remember the day that Miss Rachel made your willy feel good... hmmmm?"
"Y-yes...
<sniffle> Miss Rachel..." he sobbed in defeat as his breathing
slowly returned to normal, the last of his sexual spasms waning.
"Do you want
to be part of our club now you know we can make you feel good like that?"
"No way...
you're all horrible... I'm never coming back here... and I'm telling mum on you
Josie... all of you... I'll tell her about that magazine and... <sob> and
you'll get a spanking on your bare arse and-"
"Shhhhh,
Stephen..." Josie giggled at her brother. "Mum already knows that
you're here with us today... She knows all about the Club, so I'm afraid that
mummy won't be surprised or upset about what you think you want to tell her...
I mean, would you really tell mum or anyone else that you let yourself be
stripped naked by a bunch of 'weakling
girls' and then let them tie you to a toy chest and allow them to play with
your willy? I don't think so... So it won't be me that gets a bare bottom
spanking will it? It will be you for telling tales! Are you prepared to run
that risk?"
"Liar...
you're lying... You wait..." the boy protested feeling his lip penis rest
against the top of his naked pubis.
"I think
you'll want to come back. It's true what Josie said, this is just what happens
in Langton Magna... Girls rule, and boys obey... And of course, can you
imagine how life would be for you when Suzanne gets her photographs
developed... Photos of you tied naked to the toy chest... while a girl plays
with your little willy? You don't want those going around school do you? Or
going to all your cousins, and friends? Maybe we'll have them published in a
book in the Weltby library for ALL the girls to see you..."
"Stop it! You
wouldn't dare!"
"Try it on,
if you don't believe us... you'll soon learn..." Rachel threatened with
logical menace. "All you have to do is come back tomorrow, and we can let
you join... Look, you're quite lucky really that us girls want you to join us
as a junior member. I mean, where else are you going to go to get that nice,
juicy feeling in your willy, hmmmm? All
boys like that feeling... So, you will come back tomorrow, won't you?"
"Y-yes..." he meekly replied,
dreading ever having to set eyes on any of these girls again.
"Yes
what?"
"Yes... Miss Rachel..."
"That's
better... Stephanie..."
"Huh? I'm a BOY! I'm Stephen, not
Stephanie..." he gasped at being called by a girl's name.
"We'll see...
<giggle> Now, we're done with you for today... We'll let you go now so
you can go away and think about, boyish
things..." As Rachel began to unfasten the restraints holding the
naked boy captive, she continued, "But here's a word of advice... Make
sure you're spotlessly clean tomorrow... Girls don't like smelly
willies..."
Blushing scarlet,
Stephen got dressed and made a hurried exit from the hut. As he left and began
to run away, he could hear the fading cheering and hollering that the girls
were making in celebration of what they had just done to him.
Of course, in his
mind, he didn't believe that girls were better than boys, and certainly didn't
believe that boys should obey girls and be their slaves. Limited by the
blackmail of Suzanne's photos, and kind of seduced a little bit at the
sensation of orgasm, Stephen convinced himself that it was okay to go back to
the Club the next day and play along, even though he didn't believe any of it.
He thought he could beat the girls all on his own...
So, Stephen
resolved to attend the club and resist the challenges on his masculinity. He
resolved not to be clean the next time he went. He thought maybe the
girls would get bored of having a dirty boy... However, he wasn't quite
prepared for the humiliations of the invasive, intimate inspection that the
girls would start to subject him to from the following day...
Stephen's defiance
was such that he would soak up the spanking punishments for failed inspections,
even those given by the nine year old twins, Elizabeth and Alison. Elizabeth with the lisp,
even spanking his penis with the ruler.
It was horrible,
but he was trying to be brave, to show the girls that he was a boy, proud to be
a boy and certainly not to be cowed by the girls. His resolve was faltering,
but time after time, he presented himself with a dirty penis. Ultimately, the
girls lost patience and they ratcheted up his punishment in the autumn of
1985... They convinced his mother that his repeated laziness in the cleansing
care of his penis should be dealt with by circumcision...
"Please
mummy!" Stephen cried, standing up in the bath with a giggling Caroline
and Suzanne having given him his bath all watched by his mother and older
sister. His penis was skinned back like a rabbit, tingling and erect in salute
of the two girls who had just cleansed him. "I'll obey girls...
<sob> please don't do it to me... please don't make me be circumcised...
I don't want it... <sob> Mummy... I'm sorry... not my willy mummy...
PLEASE! <sob>"
"Awww
Stephanie, don't cry," Caroline smiled at him with satisfaction. The panic
in his eyes, the realisation of just what power the girls actually had over
boys... It was life changing... "It's just a little cut... and you'll be
all better... Like we showed you in the book... it'll look a lot neater...
won't it?"
"And even
better, you'll be able to keep clean, just like a girl..." Suzanne added
menacingly. "Lots of boys struggle to do what comes easy for girls down
there to keep clean... But getting circumcised will help make it easier for
you... you should thank us really that we care so much about your health and
welfare..."
"Noooo! <sob> Please mummy, don't
let them cut me... I'll obey girls, I promise... I can be clean like a girl...
I know it... I can show you... One more chance mummy! Please <sob>... I
know that girls are better than boys... mummy! I admit it... girls are better than boys! Please...
don't let them hurt my willy... <sob>"
Despite many
heartfelt protestations and promises to obey without question, that he would
take proper care of his penis from then on, circumcision was the only answer
for his mother.
"If nothing
else Stephanie," his mother admonished him and using his 'girl name,'
waving away his protests. "You will serve as an example for any boy moving
to this village that dirtiness and poor basic hygiene will not be tolerated by
any females here. Both the girls, and I have given you more chances than would
normally be deemed reasonable, so I'm afraid that your crocodile tears and your
belated understanding that females are the superior sex do not wash with me...
It's the snip for you son... It's the only way to be sure..."
--
"The worst
bit about it was," Stephen said to me, looking directly into my eyes,
"Emma's mum performed the circumcision on me... A woman... being allowed
to cut off my foreskin..."
"Emma's
mum?" I gasped with shock. "But... she's a vet... not a doctor..."
"Well,
apparently veterinary surgeons are more
qualified than real doctors... So my mum says anyway..." Stephen
lamented quietly. "And it was done in her surgery here in Langton Magna...
on the very table that cats and dogs get things done to their privates
too..."
"Oh my
god!" I gasped again, genuinely sorry for him.
"Uh-huh...
and Rachel, Emma, Josie and Natasha were allowed to watch too... That was
horrible... So painful... Even with anaesthetic gas, it was uncomfortable when
I felt the knife cut me... It was painful... I cried for hours after... the
pain, the shame... Seeing the girls watching it happen too... I didn't know
whether I could ever face those girls again... especially Natasha... And when
the bandages came off, and I saw just how ugly my penis was... I was
heartbroken... If only I'd have agreed to obey the girls from the start... and
agreed that boys were the weaker sex... If only I hadn't tried to prove that
boys are b-better than... <sniff>"
He started to get
tearful and the only thing I could think of was to drop my stuff and take him
in my arms again... I hugged him tight, like best friends should...
"Shhhh, you
don't have to say any more..." I whispered to him, holding him close in
that tight hug. I felt the warmth of his body as it jerked a couple of times
with his quiet crying. This boy had been to hell and back and a lot more bumpy
a ride than I had experienced so far. And that was saying something.
When I let him go,
he stood looking at me, a familiar tear trickling down his cheek. It was just
like we were back in the hut, me about to kiss 'Stephanie' that first time. I
reached out and wiped the tear from his cheek.
"Th-thank you
<sniff>," Stephen said, trying to smile. "I'm such a cry-baby
now..."
"No
problem... you're my friend now, and we're both boys... We'll get through this,
I promise you... You can tell me anything... I won't be mad or laugh at you...
And you can ask me anything too... I won't keep secrets from you... Best
friends?"
"Sure..."
he finally smiled, wiping his other eye dry himself and then straightening his
cap.
"Meet you
here at nine thirty tomorrow then Stephen..." I said softly. "For
Star Wars..."
"Roger
that!" he smiled back brightly. I went to hug him again and then thought
better of it, so I reached out with my hand ready to shake his... He giggled at
my sudden shyness to hug him, and held out his hand too. We shook hands...
firm, and warm... A new friend found... and an instant bond.
--
Phillip White will return in Part 5 of The Village -
The Home Truths.
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