Sean Fraser's Predicament

Sean Fraser's Predicament 8

By Ritchie Moore

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SEAN FRASER’S PREDICAMENT
Part 8

Louise Rathbone had been looking out her bedroom window at the scene by the pool, and drew a gasping breath in time with the convulsing of that so naked, so erect, boy down there. She came to a flushed decision, and went down to the den, where her husband was barricaded in with books and papers and an up-to-date computer, mostly used for business purposes. He was frowning at the screen when she entered, and he looked up in some annoyance to be distracted.

“Oh James,” said she in a rush, “do you – why don’t we – I mean,” she dropped her voice in invitation, “do you want to come upstairs?”

He stared at her in some surprise, and a slow smile transfigured his face.

“Well, Louise, that’s an idea. Yes. Let’s.”

The girls were thinking of throwing their victim in again when the eighteen-year-old maid, Tess, came out in search of Mrs Rathbone.

“I can’t find her anywhere,” she said. “Ooh!!”

She blushed to the roots of her hair at the sight of the boy, who blushed (more) at the sight of her. She was, of course, young, and she was, of course, rather pretty. His body reacted, and the girl gave another little scream. She didn’t look away, though.

Dorcas laughed and introduced their guests, telling her that the boy would be coming back to enjoy the pool. Sean naturally was mortified again and saw that he’d be the naked cynosure quite regularly that summer. Tess in turn was thrilled and looked forward to more eyefuls.

“Oh, good,” she said, then blushed some more as the others tittered and Sean (a nice name, and a damn good-looking fellow!) looked understandably embarrassed, and couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Well, I’ll find madam somewhere. Yes, and ... er, do you want anything else?”

Dorcas chuckled. “Oh no, Tess, thank you. We’ve no need of you now. Off you go and find mother.”

Tess made a little bob of a curtsey and retreated reluctantly, to find her mistress coming downstairs looking rather hot for some reason, and delivered her message to her (though Mrs Rathbone was looking rather vague and uninterested, and merely nodded in a thoughtful way as she thanked her maid, who felt rather hot herself. Hot? Yes, and so now .... She hurried over to her own bathroom and locked the door.

Finally the girls tired of their amusement, and the breeze was a bit cool now, so he was allowed to dress, and Mrs Rathbone rang the Frasers. The girls retired to dress themselves, and sat demurely to wait for their ride. A cup of tea was offered when the car arrived, and was accepted politely, Mr Fraser thanking them for their indulgence. Louise expressed eagerness to have Sean back, at which her husband hid his grin behind his hand.

“Of course! Don’t worry. I think the girls will enjoy it too – you did, didn’t you? Well, it’s settled. I’ll phone you, James, to arrange it, all right. Thanks. Goodbye!”

At home, Sean stripped again, as usual, and said he was tired. Alexa looked snide and said no wonder – but the cousins didn’t let on to his folks how he’d been made to ejaculate several times. Veronica was more open with her mother, who was avid to hear what happened – and said ruefully to her eldest child that they might find life back home a bit humdrum after this excitement.

“How long have got now?”

“Till we leave? It’s a week to the day, so I’m afraid this is the last time for any frolics in the pool. But there’s the back lot here, and what about that ramble your uncle was talking about? Alison has her own friends to see, but there’s no reason you couldn’t go to that natural pool, as we said, and somehow or other you could mislay his costume. Hmm?”

“Mother, you have a devious mind. What were you like as a girl?”

“Come, Vee, I’m still as girlish as ever, modified by adult propriety. All we do is neglect to pack Sean’s swimsuit. And if there are any others at the pool, I’m sure they won’t be offended.”

“Hmm, well, we’ll see about that. We can always sunbathe in some secluded spot. My God, mother, you should have seen Dorcas and the other two with the sun lotion! And poor old Sean was beside himself. We might do that again, yes!”

“All right, Vee, but you need to make sure he doesn’t overtire himself. At his age it’s perfectly possible for a boy to come pretty often within several hours, but you should allow for the recuperation. Use your good judgement, and enjoy!”

The next day the cousins went off with their mother and Alison to the shops, and Sean breathed a bit easier – till he answered the door to find half a dozen of his sister’s cronies agog with expectancy.

“Hello, Sean! Great to see you! All of you!”

“Sh- she’s not here, if you want Alison. Sh- she—“

“No, that’s okay! We want to see you. Can we come in?”

Mrs Fraser had appeared to welcome the girls and invite them in, saying they could all go up to Sean’s room and she’d bring some drinks up in a little while. The troop accepted enthusiastically, and followed the naked boy up the stairs, admiring his back view and making comments.

Once in his room, they ranged themselves round the walls, some sitting on his bed, some on stools, and left the main seat, in front of the computer, for their host. They looked at him expectantly, and he gulped and wondered what they wanted. Then Maddy took a breath and rushed out “Well, Sean, you can maybe show us what you’ve got on your computer.”

He stared at her and flushed, remembering what he’d just been looking at, a “soft porn” film with lots of nudity and simulated (it seemed) sex. He couldn’t show them that. Could he?
Wait a minute, the girl was looking at him with amused certainty in her eyes, as if she just knew what he’d been titillating himself with. Actually, he thought sardonically, they’d be ready for it. They were all at least fourteen, and fairly informed, school-wise, about sex (at least as far as its basic physiology and mechanics were concerned) – Why not?

“Okay, you might as well. I don’t know you’ll enjoy it, though.”

He pushed a key and the screen came to life.

The ensuing fifteen minutes were spent in a silence broken only by the (muted) noise of a lurid travelogue about a carefree nymph’s adventures in a tropical paradise, somehow managing to lose her clothes and be subjected to lustful attention from a whole crowd of brawny young men who did not attempt to behave like gentlemen. The plot, such as it was, suddenly seemed to the boy like a sarcastic commentary on his own situation. The sexes were reversed, but the humiliation was the same, scene after scene after scene. And there they were, the ogling eyes, the wandering hands, the wicked smiles and gasps and oaths and oh God the hot desire flagrant in the girl’s unwilling willingness to be claimed and used and fucked!

The audience was rapt, and Sean looked round at his guests with a cynical smile. He was about to make a snide comment when he heard a step on the stair and was galvanised into pushing another computer key, which transformed the machine’s steamy presentation into an innocuous travel programme. The girls were nearly complaining when a soft knock came at the door, and quick-witted Maddy opened it to allow Mrs. F to bring in the drinks.

“You’re having a nice time? Good. Bring down the glasses when you’re through, okay? All right. I won’t disturb you further. I’ll be in the basement, Sean, if you’re looking for me.”

She went out, glancing at her nude son as she opened the door, and smiled, saying to herself that he really seemed to be accepting his situation after all. When she had gone, they all sighed with relief, and Sean was again the target of their eyes. He put his hand to the computer again, but a chorus of Noes stopped him.

“You’re fed up with it? I’m not surprised—“

“Oh no, Sean, it’s very interesting, but ....”

The crowd were grinning and looking from Sean to Maddy, seemingly the ringleader of the girls, as if waiting for some exciting action. Sean had a twinge of nervousness, and shifted in his seat, emitting, to his horror, a slight purr of a fart, at which, predictably, the bawdy lot giggled and looked at him impudently.

“No, Sean,” said Maddy finally, “we can finish it another time, I hope. And keep your farts to yourself, thank you. No, right now we’re thinking of another diversion. Guess what it is?”

He looked at her helplessly. Oh God, she wasn’t thinking of .... No, surely not!

“Well, Sean darling, I may as well tell you, I’ve been appointed by Alison as her second-in-command, with the right (or maybe duty) to tell you to ... wank.”

“Christ! What do you mean?”

In a babble of voices they explained the situation, and the awful truth sank in. Maddy – or any other – could, had the right to, had to, wanted to! – tell him to jack off. In front of her. In front of them, all of them – but how often? God, did they think of seeing him wank every time they came over? Oh God, what—

“Well, Sean,” the girl said with a naughty smile, “what about it?”

“But my mum —”

“No, you heard her, she’s in the basement, and can’t hear a thing, and she’ll be there for a while. So you have a free stage, for a performance. The girls are all waiting, they’ve known about this for ages, and now is the perfect time!”

The defeated teenager stood up and sighed heavily. “All right,” he said, “all right! But I have to be careful —”

“About the mess? Well, why don’t you lie on the bed here – get up, you lot, and give him room, and we’ll get tissues ... yes,” said Maddy, taking competent charge of the ridiculous situation. He was shortly laid out on his bed and looked up at the eager faces. How did he get to this stupid point?

“Can everybody see okay? Now, Sean....”

Melissa looked at the boy, clenching his fists and taking deep breaths, and spoke up.

“How do you usually do it?”

He goggled at her and swallowed. The others craned in as if to hear better.

“I ... I often ... imagine there’s a girl with me, or I can see her in a window, for instance, who’s undressing. Or —”

“Well,” said Kate, with a chuckle, “maybe we should draw lots to choose one of us to be your temptation!”

There was a chorus of denial, Sheila making a face and going a bit red. The radical idea was quickly dismissed, and Kate chided for lack of group solidarity.

“Now now, girls!” Maddy called them to order. “It needn’t come to that! I’m pretty sure our model here has other ways of getting it off. Haven’t you?”

She stared at their victim as if challenging him to deny it, and he closed his eyes and nodded.

“Yes, of course. Sometimes I’m naked myself – ”

The chorus was now of satisfaction, and Molly went so far as to rub her hands together.

“Sometimes I’m dressed and there are girls who undress me, slowly, me trying to keep covered, but it’s no use, they finally strip me bare, taking the last piece of clothing, like my underpants.”

“That’s more like it,” said Molly, “and we should remember that, shouldn’t we? For future reference.”

“Ooh yes!” said Sheila, and licked her lips. Sean had an immediate agonising flash of the awful scenario. Were his hidden fantasies going to be brought to actual life?

“But what if you’re naked to start with, like now?” queried Maddy, eyeing him suggestively.

“W-well, they can t-tickle me, for instance, my tits —”

“Aha!” – and three girls simultaneously started to do that very thing. Maddy however got them to “bide their time”, as she put it, and suggested that he simply toss himself off in the usual way. With a sigh, he shut his eyes again, then opened them at the command of the crowd, who wanted him to look into their eyes (all of them?) as he stroked himself, to ensure he was consciously embarrassed and couldn’t forget the lascivious eyes of the girls – real girls, not silly visions but flesh (oh yes) and blood (as in his cheeks) tangible girls, all six, all near his own hormone-fuelled age, all agog to watch him as he carried out a very private act.

He put his fingers round his member and began to stroke it from root to prepuce, and after a minute it obediently began to come to life. It had quickly deflated when his mother came in, and had seemingly forgotten to be itself, but now it knew its purpose and Sean felt within it those tickles of arousal that – God, yes! – he had not had the chance to create by himself for ages, no? It’s the bloody girls, but hang it all, let me concentrate and I might get something out of it.

The movements of his hand were growing swifter, and he began to pant, looking round at the avid faces of the GIRLS who watched his PRICK become totally ERECT and beginning to THROB!

“Yes!” burst from Kate as she realised the moment was nearly there, and Sean gave a gasping groan as he finally reached the crest. “Ah! Ah, oh FUCK! FUCK! Aghh....”

After the fourth weakest spurt the audience let out its breath and began to applaud, as if with a circus act. Sean closed his eyes again and tried to calm down. It was, he realised, a better (in many ways) wank than he had had in a long time. Maddy took charge again.

“You’re in a bit of a mess,” she said curling her lip. “Alison is right, it’s a dirty business in that sense. Look at you!”

It was true, for there were blobs of sperm all over his chest and arms, and the sheet he lay on could do with a launder as well. The gang got him up and took off the stained sheet, and escorted him into the bathroom in glee. They weren’t finished yet.

They weren’t finished for some time, because as he might have predicted they all took turns at helping him shower. He did hope for a moment that they’d strip to join him under the water, but they contented themselves with using a very small artfully directed stream and carefully avoiding it while they lathered him up and washed off that nasty sperm. Then when it came to drying him they could all get into the act, and shared the four towels they found, drying most of him quite quickly but concentrating, for obvious reasons, on those difficult areas of tender skin, his armpits and his groins, his buttocks and his perineum, his anus and his scrotum, his more or less flaccid penis. More or less, for a while, then more sturdy and less floppy, and more and more as the gentle fingers smoothed the skin, soothed the skin, relished the sleek warmth of those limbs and those parts, gradually appreciating the reawakening of the adolescent tool.

All of a sudden that ill-treated organ stirred to reassert its pride, and the girls gave coos of satisfied randiness. Sean stood in their midst and bore their renewed handling with patience mixed with more shame, and wondered whether he’d ever have a normal life after this. All these girls have seen my prick, they’ve all felt it, they’ve seen me jack off, and put a finger in my arse. How can I live with that? Every time they see me, and it’s every day at school, they’ll remember and grin. And I’ll remember and blush. Every day I’ll blush. No hiding, no avoiding them, avoiding their giggles and their looks. God, what can I do?

They went downstairs to say goodbye to Mrs Fraser, and thank you for a nice visit. She smiled gaily and said, as Sean knew she would, that they were welcome any time. Then it was tea-time, and a sort of ordinariness prevailed in the house. All was the same, but for the nudity. Which his parents were quite pleased about.

“Well, Jo, he does seem to be bearing up rather reasonably, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Peter, our scheme seems to be having its effect. Doreen, what do you think?”

“From what you say, Jo, he’s certainly being exposed as much as you wanted. Those girls just turned up. And they’ll be back. So the circle of admirers is constant, or will be, and in fact will probably grow, for it strikes me now you’ve got him into the Rathbones’ pool, that situation may well expand. I hope it does. What do you know about those daughters, Peter?”

“Well,” said her brother, pursing his lips, “now that we’ve met them, they seem perfectly ordinary girls of their age, and they seemed perfectly contented with their entertainment. As it was, undoubtedly. They go, or will go, to that private school, Matilda Pearson. It’s quite prestigious, Doreen, and is really a female equivalent of Harrow and places. I get the impression it turns out some very well-trained graduates, who mostly go on to university (a good one!) and wind up in the professions. One I personally know is a well-placed barrister, and they sit on boards all over the place. There’s a rumour about one girl who nearly made it into Royalty. Anyway, I’d guess that they’re fairly well up in the way of the world, and are intelligent enough to deal with this as any other situation. The point is, though, that they have friends, I’m sure, who might be pleased to accept invitations to a pool party.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Ah! I see what you’re on about. Okay! So that’s a probable, or very likely, branch road on Sean’s modest journey. Which again might have its own ramifications.”

The object of their interest was playing a game on his computer, a simulation of a war between three states of varying size and armament, and trying somewhat unsuccessfully to banish thoughts of what had happened that day. It was no use, he couldn’t immerse himself in the mayhem, and switched off in petulance. His thoughts swirled around the whole business of his punishment, and he knew somehow that even if he knelt in humility before his parents, and even, goddamn her! his sister, it wouldn’t do any good. They’d nod and be pleased at his reform, but that niggle about his modesty remained. They won’t be satisfied till I lose all my inhibitions and run around the market square or Nelson’s Mall waving my penis in people’s faces, and masturbating in the Girl Guides hall. But what happens to my own self-esteem? I’m going to be ridiculed at school, in my own home, not just by all the girls in town, but by my mates as well! That’s bound to happen sometime. Oh God!

The next day he was informed that the girls wanted to take him on a ramble, so he could get dressed. He took the news with suspicion, which was not dispelled by the looks he got from the four of them, his sister especially seeming to gloat in anticipation of amusement to come. So it was that they set out with bottles of water and sandwiches, and wended their way about the admittedly handsome countryside for about an hour before arriving, as he knew they would, at a local beauty spot called Gad’s Howe, where a discreet few benches and tables surrounded an attractive pool of shimmering water. The sun was blazing above them, and they were getting weary and hot. With sighs of relief they sat on a bench and looked at Sean, who looked back at them disdainfully and dared them to embarrass him.

The challenge was taken up by Veronica, who took out a swimsuit from her knapsack and held it up. “Who’s for a swim?”

The others, who were prepared for the strategy, yelled out “We are!”—and produced their own costumes. Sean was nonplussed, but immediately thought he’d see some female flesh unveiled as they changed. No, they couldn’t mean that!

They didn’t mean that. He was instructed to stand at the brim of the pool and not to look behind him, on pain of some dire retribution. He therefore was all too conscious of their disrobing just a few feet away, and gave a sigh as his eager penis quivered in his shorts. He didn’t dare look round, though, for he was sure he’d get some dire retribution from the scandalised maidens. After a while they cried “Turn round!” and presented their lovely half-naked selves to his eyes, indicating that it was now his turn.

“But, look, this is a public place—”

“Don’t worry, you thick head! There’s no-one but us, and nobody is coming.” They didn’t say how they knew that, and indeed they did have doubts about it, but in the heat of expectation they thrust them aside. He gulped and squatted to take of his sandals, and they looked at him with pleased grins at his obedience. Veronica had an imperious smile on her luscious lips, as if she recognised the girls’ dominance over this poor naked slave. Yes, he would bare himself in front of them again, and the process had its own brand of titillation for them. As it had its own brand of humiliation for him. Poor Sean! He was such a nice boy, and so attractive! But by golly he was more attractive in the nude. There he was, taking off his pants, to reveal that penis of his, already looking a bit meatier. Right!

“Everybody in!” And the foursome rushed at him and carried him with them into the water with a shout, where the coolness quickly took down his incipient erection. Thus it stayed, in spite of the girls’ attempt6s to stimulate him, for quite a time. But inevitably this unperturbed peace did not last.

A small party of girls – it would need to be, what else? – aged about twelve or so emerged from the trees and made for the pool. An older girl, about sixteen maybe, seemed to be in charge, and smiled as she asked what the water was like.

“Oh,” said a laughing Alison, “it’s fine! Come in!”

The girls quickly removed their dresses, revealing modest bathing suits, and plunged in. Sean meanwhile made for the deepest part of the pool and stood there, his head just out of the water, surveying the crowd of carefree girls who (thank God!) had no idea of his condition. They cavorted about, often coming close to where he stood petrified, but not so near as to notice, even underwater, how naked he was. His own party, thankfully, didn’t try to disturb him either, though he expected them to every moment. But no, they seemed content to make friends with the others, and he was ignored.

It couldn’t last, of course. It was thirteen-year-old Alexa who seized his hand and pulled him into the middle of the pond, where his other hand (his sole protection) was held by Kristina, and the three began to drift to the edge, the water level getting lower and lower, and the hapless boy struggling against his ultimate unveiling. The others began to join them, and Sean soon found himself in the centre of the line, advancing inexorably to the shore, and as the water reached his abdomen he began to protest, not caring any more who heard him. The new arrivals looked at him curiously as he tried to duck under the water again, but it was no use. As they got to the rim the girls’ looks of curiosity turned to looks of amazement and delight (and some horror too), and the ends of the line curved inwards to surround him, the audience shrieking with startled glee.

He couldn’t shield himself, he couldn’t hide, he had to stand there in the shallows and feel the sun on his bare body, feel his arse and his cock dry off, feel his traitor prick begin to rise again.
As it did, the new girls gave a concerted “Ah!” and stood there fascinated by the phenomenon, which they presumably hadn’t seen before, not in the flesh at least. Flesh, yes, and blood, yes, and his mind went back to what he’d been thinking before – and somehow in his struggling he managed to push his pelvis forward to meet their eyes. Then the hands were released, and he managed to hide his manhood, to their obvious disappointment. Kristina grinned at the others.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he? He’s going to be here next week too!”

Sean hiccupped in shock, increased by his loving sister, who evidently knew the leader, assuring her that yes, her brother liked bathing in the nude and he’d be back. He tried to deny it – it was ridiculous! – but the new girls were very interested, and the sixteen-year-old, called Erica, looked at him there, crimson in the face and his hands firmly defending his groin. She knew full well he didn’t like it. But her crew did. Right.

Towels were produced and dresses donned, and a sizeable audience looked with smug smiles at the boy as he dressed. Fond farewells were said, and the other girls left chattering among themselves. Sean looked at the ground and gave a tremulous sigh. Well, at least he wouldn’t be back, whatever that minx said. But if he came across some of those girls again – did they go to his school? – it’d be the same as before, laughing looks and blushing. And Erica? He knew her from somewhere. She wouldn’t forget, she’d tell her pals, oh Christ! Was there no end to it?
Back they went to the house, to tell the Frasers how enjoyable the walk had been. When Veronica told her indulgent mother about it, she laughed and said it was just what should have happened. “At this rate he won’t have much modesty left!”

And the victim of these plots, left to his own devices that evening, wound up, as he knew he would, seeking in the darkness of his bed the release of pent-up lust. And what would the new day bring, but new humiliation?

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