The Girls Rule, Boys Obey, Neighborhood Club

By Yuma Fawver

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The Girls Rule, Boys Obey, Neighborhood Club

The Lopez sisters lived just a skip down the street from Luca in a fat house with half an acre of yard fronted by lilacs and forsythia. To the kids in the neighborhood, their lives and the family history were mostly lore. The parents were almost never seen. The neighborhood assumed Mr. Lopez was a high-powered tycoon who had bought the house with pocket change, and that between him and Mrs. Lopez they had only managed to have the two girls, twins nicknamed Bee and Bon, who were weeks past being 14 years of age.

As a result, the Lopez twins were hardly ever under parental guidance, and their playfully imaginative lives showed it. They were almost two years older than Luca, and living nearby meant that he knew them quite well, a pair of funny girls who looked a lot alike, both with auburn hair, a friendly skein of freckles, and horse-like grins. They seemed to have grown up clad in indistinguishable school uniforms with white tops and plaid skirts. In fact, they shared rambunctious, playful personalities.

They were, however, turning into something quite feminine. Woefully deep into puberty, almost inadvertently they were developing high firm breasts and the sweeping voluptuous hips of femininity, and this combined with their maturing personalities to say something like: you can’t catch me, but you can still try anyway.

Luca and the twins had grown up as tomboys together. There were no other families with boys in the neighborhood, and the girls admitted Luca into their games for the very base reason that, for as long as they could remember, he willingly did whatever they asked. Luca was the more self-conscious of them, often acting out their wild games as a means of gaining their acceptance, while the girls were incessant planners and schemers.

Another playmate of theirs was Bianca Savoli, of Italian descent, with long, thick black hair, straight, dark, full charcoal eye brows, and irresistible, languid eyes. She was a year or so older than Luca, lived across the street from the twins, and was distractingly and almost artificially beautiful to look at.

Her dark beauty could hold the average male gaze like a magnet, but she found that that gaze faltered slightly when, Lolita-like, she returned it, which she had learned to do, piercingly, with a child’s unwitting incredulity, causing the beholder to look away in recognition and take stock of his emotions as if an indecent and unbearably rare event had just taken place between them.

The constancy of the admiring gaze made Bianca realize that it was going to happen no matter what. With experience she realized that some men seemed utterly uncertain of how to deal with her, and wore their attraction to her openly, even eagerly. For them she had come to understand that they held no clear remedy for this gift of their admiration. They could not help themselves, and accordingly she grew accustomed to exercising the power to subdue through no greater act than meaningfully returning their looks.

Despite this awareness, Bianca was not smug or self-conscious, and was only at the formative stages of understanding what was happening when she shut down men’s gazes with her own. She was a youth and was, importantly, childlike. In the summer she liked to wear pink and white striped polo shirts and ruggedly tight denim shorts, and was a lot of fun to play with. And when the Lopez twins mischievously announced one humid afternoon that they were forming a club, which they did before Bianca and Luca on the front porch of Bianca’s house, they told Bianca that they were hoping she would want to be a member. She knew a lot about cards, they said with coy naughtiness, implying that cards were a metaphor for something both more base and more adult. Knowing anything at all about cards seemed to them like reason enough to invite Bianca into the club.

“A card club,” said Bianca acceptingly, rocking in the porch swing, her thick, black hair swishing as though glued to her face and then flailing in the breeze behind her. “That sounds like fun. I know all the usual games.” She glided back and forth in slow undulations, purposefully playing in the breeze, acutely tuned into the underlying messages coming from the twins.

Luca sat on the short sandstone-topped side wall of the porch, and because it seemed obvious to him that he was not clearly invited into the conversation, he was kicking a pillar with his buff colored tennis shoes, listening, suspecting something odd was going on based on the tone of the conversation and how it seemed designed to keep him at a distance.

“This isn’t only a card club,” Bee said informatively.

Bianca stopped rocking. “No?” She asked.

“Oh, no, it’s a girls club, mostly,” said Bon, with a joyful idiocy in her voice, purposefully encompassing the three girls and giving Luca the message that they were up to something that might include him, but definitely not yet.

Luca was used to this treatment. He’d felt it before from the Lopez girls, and he’d learned not to let it bother him very much. Yet, based on the blithe tone of their talk, he had the vague feeling that they were talking about something important, more important than usual. He could not put his finger on it, but there was an odd feeling to it, as if it meant something sacrosanct, tenable to women but not initially to boys, and he suspected that the girls-only bond they were keeping meant even a peripheral admittance to it might come with a price for the male sex. His introverted nature bade him deal with these thoughts quietly in his head.

“Boys are allowed, but they have to follow all the rules, right?” Mocked Bee facetiously.

“Without question, it’s all in the cards,” answered Bon giddily. They looked at each other and simultaneously flitted their eyes up to the heavens.

“Yeah. It’s a card club for sure,” Bee said instructively. Then she asked Bianca, “Do you have a pack of cards?” Bianca lifted her feet and let her rocking come to a still while she pondered the question.

“We made up a game,” Bee went on. “It’s kind’a old fashioned. You draw a card and based on what you draw you have to go to a certain base. Like number cards under ten and you go to first base.” Bee then looked quizzically at Luca to see if this baseball reference had any meaning to him. He was staring slack-jawed at them, but his eyes narrowed keenly and his mind focused and buzzed with attention.

Bianca stood up thoughtfully, pulling back her hair and looking at nothing in the middle distance, realizing powerfully that there might be very interesting consequences to her success at finding a deck of cards. If she understood things at all properly, the game meant experimenting with adult themes, and because the Lopez twins were more grown up, these themes might be really adult. Besides, the Lopez girls were always coming up with their own weird ways of doing things.

“Boys have to follow all the rules,” said Bon meaningfully, “because it’s a girls club, but sometimes girls don’t.”

Bianca wanted to know if Luca understood what they were talking about. She skipped over and stood looking at him, scrutinizing him with candid eyes, purposefully inspecting him to see what was going on in his face. She locked eyes with him and he rather abruptly seemed to surrender his gaze to hers. He looked down between them, then returned her gaze with conciliation, his eyes looking daubed with an unspoken pleading, and, even though it was not her intention, she felt again the satisfaction that comes from the look of a male publicly revealing the effect she had on him, the plaintive nature of his gaze seeming to confess a private need to please her.

“You know this is a girls club,” she said instinctively to his face, then with a jerk of her head she beckoned the twins over.

“Boys can play the game, like I said. But they don’t make the rules,” said Bee, walking over to Luca. Then Bon sauntered over and suddenly there were three girls all fencing him off from the rest of the porch. “It’ll be fun,” she announced conclusively.

Luca’s mind was tilting all over. To him, what hung in the air most, and which he could not see beyond, was at least the possibility of some kind of sex with three girls. He had almost no understanding of sex, and indeed no experience of it, but he believed they were going to include him in the game they were taking about, and it hardly mattered to him what was actually meant by sex. The idea of joining in a game of titillation with the older Lopez girls seemed fun, and the idea of sexually suggestive behavior with Bianca held a magnificent drama of its own.

“Let me go look for a pack of cards,” said Bianca joyfully. Pivoting on one foot like a ballerina, hair radiating, she turned away from the group and made her way into the house. A moment later she returned with an unopened deck of cards still in brand new sheer wrapping, holding it tremulously like you might handle a wet frog.

“We have to play this game somewhere inside,” said Bee, taking the cards. “We need a table and maybe another room too.”

“My sister is here watching TV,” said Bianca, referring to Georgia, her 16 year sister, “but we can go upstairs to the playroom. There’s another room there with some junk on the floor.”

“Oh,” said Bon smugly, ‘We’ll have to see if Georgia wants to play at some point.” She shared a lighthearted look of conspiracy with her sister.

“If only,” said Bee bravely.

The playroom was a large arched room filling most of the attic. Short walls lined with bookshelves led to the slanted walls that arched up to the ceiling. Everything was painted white. There was a long, beat up, blotched wooden table in the middle surrounded by chairs. Gathering around it, Bee popped the plastic wrap off the package and shook the cards onto the table. They strewed into a ragged pile of glossy, stiff, and inviting symbols, so inviting that everyone instinctively grabbed and picked up some of them just to hold and examine. They laughed together at the common reaction. Bianca pressed her handful of cards against her chest with fondness, then dropped them back onto the table.

“Here are the rules,” announced Bee.

Bon let out a soft, mewling laugh which interrupted Bee. She moved around the room studying it, and whispered something in Bianca’s ear. Bianca’s eyes widened appreciatively. She looked back at Bon with amazement, then looked at Bee and said incredulously just the single word, “really,” and then turned and gave Luca a snickering omniscient scan of appraisal, her eyes traveling up and down the entire length of him.

Luca returned her look with one of awakened oblivion. He had been friends with these girls most of his life and could not bring himself to sense uneasiness, but then the odd thing happened in that Bianca and Bee and Bon all went into the other room for a minute, leaving Luca alone, and their barely audible whispering shot through the door right into him, their hushed group sounding so quietly excited, triggering an ineffable stirring in his body. He became cognizant of a change to his physical state, how he was newly zinging with the faintest pageantry of exhilaration, awakening a greater awareness of the surroundings, of the upcoming game, and of who might do what with whom.

The girls came back, all three of them trying to hide an open interest in Luca by patently ignoring him. They went to the table and focused on the cards. Fluttering lightness continued in Luca’s body, finding its way everywhere.

“Like I was saying, “ said Bee, “the rule for number cards 2 to 10 is first base. Jacks are second base. Kings, queens, and aces are third base. Jokers are card holder’s choice, but we don’t go all the way. ”

She sat in a chair and took her time inexpertly shuffling the cards, spilling them onto the table, peevishly rearranging them by hand. When she thought she was done, she put them in a stack. As she did this, Luca reviewed in his head the meanings of these bases. First base was kissing, he knew, and second base was using your hands to feel the other person. Third base? Luca wasn’t sure.

“OK, we take turns. I go first. All girls go first.” Bee confidently drew a card off the top and showed it to everybody. It was an 8 of clubs.

“That’s first base,” said Bon. “Kiss someone.”

The girls’ eyes went briefly to her and then shifted away to land with permanence on Luca, the only boy.

Luca dared not move. The idea that he was about to be kissed by a girl seemed oddly affecting to him. Electricity waved through him with force as he turned his face to meet Bee who walked over and proceeded to give him a real kiss on the lips. Her soft lips pressed on his with tenderness and his thoughts turned inward with amazement at the touch of the girl. He was moved to a suddenly heightened awareness of being the lone male. His thoughts whirled into chaos, and his body grew tense and anxious. His penis seemed to wake up out of nowhere.

Bee pulled away and said to the room at large, “Well, how’d you like that?”

There was an unequivocal and tough silence. Everyone watched the two of them for a moment. Then Bon said, “Now Bee has kissed Luca. She doesn’t have to do that again.”

“What if she draws another first base card?” Asked Bianca with genuine interest.

“Girls club rules say she can skip it if she wants, or invoke the girl’s choice rule” answered Bon.

Bianca had been paying close attention when Bee kissed Luca. She had watched both of their faces, and saw what she thought was calculated indifference in Bee, but when she pulled away Bianca saw that Luca was flush with embarrassment. She wondered why he was so affected. Was it because maybe he enjoyed it, and that he was turning red from that and maybe also because he was incapable of hiding before all the girls how embarrassing it was to be kissed by a girl.

Then she saw him quickly drop a hand to his crotch and with the deftest of movements adjust his clothing, and something new occurred to her about what might be happening to him. She got his attention by theatrically covering her mouth with one hand as if to say, oh no! I saw that! And when he did look at her, which she knew eventually her actions would cause him to do, she gave him a knowing smile. The effect of this was apparently to cause Luca to sit down, for he winced and squirmed into a seat in one of the chairs.

“Bon next,” announced Bianca liltingly, eying Luca mostly. She was beginning to enjoy herself more than she had expected she might.

Everyone watched as Bon sat down at the cards and slowly pulled the top card away and turned it over in her hand to reveal a 2 of spades. She banged it down on the table and rather matter of factly said, “I have to kiss Luca too.”

“No,” said Bee. “Luca has to kiss you. Or at least you have to kiss each other.” This distinction in ownership of the act made sense to them all.

“Yes, kiss each other,” said Bianca.

“No, it’s OK,” said Bon peacefully. She stood up and went over the where Luca sat in his chair. “C’mon,” she said, encouraging him to stand up.

Luca’s complexion was still flushed from the kiss from Bee, but his eyes had returned to the room, looking bright and aware. Very reluctantly he stood up, and Bianca clearly could tell that something about being a male had begun working on him. “I think he needs to kiss Bon with his eyes open,” offered Bianca.

“Good idea,” said Bee. “Strategy, I think you call it,” she said observationally.

Bon planted a soft-lipped and prolonged kiss on Luca, who did keep his eyes open. He looked at Bon with fierce intensity and tried to kiss her back, but he did not move or flinch or react in any other way. It was ever so slightly less novel than the first kiss with Bee. But the look in his eyes was one of wonder and greed, and after they had parted and Luca was back in the chair, Bianca could sense that something about him was changing.

In a hurry, Bianca then took the seat at the cards and lifted the top card, which turned out to be a 4 of hearts.

“My turn,” she announced. “After this, we all will have kissed Luca. If we keep this up, something’s got to give.”

For Luca, the erotic excitement of kissing or being kissed by a girl, the soft, warm, receptive touch of a girl’s lips covering his, felt somewhere between fine and rare. He replayed the lurid physical sensations of it in his mind, and as he did, he relished how new and wondrous they were. The energy of it soaked into his mind, and he began trying to make sense of the fact that they were all doing this together, that there were no scruples in anyone’s actions. Like nothing in his life before, it started to blend the powers of lust into his psyche, and for the first time in his young life truly uncontrollable arousal rose up hot and fantastical from the natural abyss within. He was spellbound by it, carried on a wave of it, and feeling intense shame lest he be the only one unable to conceal such excitement.

Bianca approached him, her eyes dark, wide and free. “Are you ready for a real kiss?” She asked with good humor. She came before him and beckoned him up from the chair like a cheerleader waving both hands palms up in an upward fashion. He rose mechanically. She gave him a riveting look, full of challenge. Her face seemed to Luca to be nothing but invitation.

“Eyes open, now,” she admonished him.

He looked back at her with longing and sheepishly said, “I’m ready.” The slow, steady drumbeat of far away desire moved him forward. Their faces came together. Bianca looked at him and Luca found himself fixated looking back into Bianca’s steady, spacious black eyes and sensing the existential well of allure deep behind them. Her eyes beckoned and he wanted to pour himself into her.

To his utter amazement, when Bianca kissed him, she opened her mouth a little and lushly licked both his lips with her soft, flat tongue. He dared not move. Chemistry poured into his bloodstream. Her eyes were suddenly brimming with light and never left his. His physical body began slipping away, and soon a full erection sprouted sensationally in the confines of his shorts, at least partially disguised by the surrounding material. It felt thrilling, stiff and hot and swollen, and he was preoccupied with it and whether he could hide it from all three girls.

The Lopez twins, watching the kiss, looked at each other and nodded their heads ostentatiously. As Bianca pulled back from Luca, their view took in his entire body, and for the most part they saw that Luca was pink with embarrassment. It took them by surprise that when it was over he stood stock still. Never having truly pondered the male form, they had only the crudest expectation of a penis let alone an erection, and therefore weren’t looking for one. But it was hugely obvious from the front of his shorts that Luca was now fully aroused. They studied him with new appreciation, enjoying the scene before them, both thinking that the girls club was playing out far better than they hoped it would.

“Luca’s turn, “ said Bee, offering him the cards with a gesture of her hand, openly examining his crotch. He looked at her with a touch of fright, but he sat down and pulled a card off the top of the pack. It was the King of hearts.

“A king! Wow!” Bee larked. She drew her head back swiftly. “That’s like third base.”

“Does that mean Luca gets to feel one of us up?” Asked Bianca.

“Yeah. I guess so,” said Bon.

“His choice,” said Bee, refereeing the event now. “Third base means with no bra.”

This announcement was met with taciturn agreement, as though Luca’s feeling of one of the girl’s naked breasts was simply part of an agreement they’d already entered into, like terms of a lease.

“I’ll do it,” continued Bee.

Luca felt outnumbered and like he could not argue one way or another about which girl, if any of them, would let him feel her breasts. Certainly the Lopez twins’ breasts were a fair sight more developed than Bianca’s. He actually felt relieved that it had been so easily decided how this would take place.

“I’m going into the other room,” Bee said, “and when I’m ready I’ll knock. Luca can come in.”

She left the room and in just 20 seconds knocked and opened the door. She looked in all respects like nothing had changed, but she held out her bra to show everyone in the room that she had removed it from underneath her shirt. Her face was active with excitement as she looked from person to person. She beamed a glorious look of allure on Luca.

When Luca did enter the adjoining room, he found it was a small space where Bee had turned off the light. He had some difficulty locating her, but she guided him in front of her. His eyes adjusted and he found that the rim of light leaking in around the door gave him just enough vision to sense his surroundings.

“You can use both hands,” Bee said quietly, a raspy whisper in her voice. She was standing close to him, nervously anticipating the touch of Luca’s hands. She pulled the bottom of her shirt away from her midriff and, trembling with anticipation, said, “Here.”

Luca had to force himself to touch her. He managed to land the heels of both hands on the sides of her abdomen, then moved them to the front and let the rest of his palms and fingers play out onto her warm soft skin. She sighed magnificently in the small space of the room, the soft sound of it a signal of pleasure to both of them, and Luca moved his hands up the soft, hot flesh until he felt the heavy round flesh of the undersides of her breasts break his movements. Bee breathed heavily into his face.

This small act of Luca’s had lifted her shirt up such that it was now pulled out of her hands, rising in front even with her breasts, under the guidance of his movements. He moved his hands up and enveloped both of her firm breasts, bringing her shirt up and over them, freeing them in the space of the small room which suddenly filled with sexual excitement. She pressed herself against his touch with barely audible murmurs of delight. Her hard nipples felt like thick buttons sticking out from surrounding mounds of opulence, and she twisted ever so sightly so they raked into the sensitive skin of his palms.

“God, Luca,” she said to him with a soft warm breath across his face, giving in to the experience. He fondled her breasts imaginatively, feeling each firm squishable pile of skin, the newness of the experience giving the sense in the moment that their bodies had crashed into each other rather than formed a caring bond.

He held her breasts for fifteen seconds or so, thinking and thrilling, and in the small darkness listened to the sound of her breathing as she filled her chest and let it out with intermittent purring. He did not move, but he felt moved, and he had the overwhelming desire to fall to his knees out of the need to express the power of his sexual urges. He could tell that, just like him, she wanted it to continue. She began to rock herself back and forth against his hands, smushing her breasts one at a time into him.

“God damn, Luca,” she said meaningfully, leaning into him, setting fire to the intensity of the experience for them both. Luca held onto her in the near dark, so close and alive and warm, and a part of him questioned whether this unthinkable intimacy was a secret that she wanted, to make him know what a woman felt like.

Luca’s erection was straining against his shorts with rigid distress, shifting its angle on its own. The unremitting confines of his clothes felt both good and bad, and eventually his erect penis found its way to pointing straight up toward his abdomen. In this position it was in a natural state from which it could hardly subside, and it caused the fabric of his underwear to stretch uncomfortably taut over his testicles and left him acutely aware of the need for some kind of relief. He was grateful that all of this was happening in near darkness in a separate room.

Then there was a knock on the door, abrupt and interrupting. Luca withdrew his hands just as the door was flung open and in an instant Bianca and Bon watched Bee’s shirt fall back down in place in front. Luca turned away a bit, but Bee picked up her bra from the floor and bounded out of the room, ridiculously animated. Both girls knew that something had happened, and they seemed to want an explanation.

But, because he was so aroused and embarrassed, they had to coax Luca back into the room. The state of his erection-tented shorts was instantly obvious and attention-getting. He could not make up his mind whether he wanted the attention or not, but for the girls it took greater precedence in the moment than what had happened between Bee and him.

“Geez, Luca,” said Bon suggestively, eying the front of his shorts. “While you two were out there, I drew the next card and it was a 5 of clubs. The rules say I don’t have to kiss you, but I think they say I can make you take off clothes instead.” She smiled wickedly ear to ear and fixed her gaze on his as he stood awkwardly on his own apart from the girls. All he could imagine was that his large penis was straining unyieldingly while the three girls examined him.

A bit of silence filled the space. Luca hung his head ever so slightly, acknowledging that he understood the rule. All three girls examined Luca’s obvious state of anguish, realizing, based partly on his pink countenance, quick breathing, and his inability to look them back in the eye, that this had now become a small ordeal for him. Bianca was not about to let pass this opportunity to exert even a small amount of control over boy. She determined that she was going to see how far she could take it.

“Shoes and socks. Off!” said Bianca emphatically. She pointed with one outstretched arm to the top of the bookshelf. “Put them there,” she declared.

Luca decided he had no choice. He had already been moved so far in what had until now been a forbidden direction by his encounter with Bee’s body that he felt like he had crossed a threshold and that he must observe some obligation to reciprocate. He went to take a chair and Bianca moved with alacrity to cut him off, stopping him by getting right in front of him. She took hold of one of his arms, stilling him, and stared hard into his face. Her stark, black eyes opened wide and beautifully and froze him in place.

“Do it standing up,” she said with utter complacency in her voice. “We want to watch.” She smiled at both sisters as if to say: I’m in charge now. She smiled for Luca’s benefit at his bulging crotch, then locked her eyes onto his, steadfastly sending the message that he could not look away. She expected him to obey. And when he looked at her, his gaze was brimming with deference. His emotional state was charged with the sexuality of the situation, causing his penis to ache and send breathtaking chemistry throughout his whole body.

He robotically pried off his shoes and socks and placed them on the bookshelf. The sensation of being barefoot, the air on a newly naked part of him, sent fresh quantities of drugs coursing through his veins. He began having true difficulty returning the looks of the girls as the power balance in the room shifted. He was suddenly aware of a need to aid this rebalancing, a need to continue to please the girls, a real need to reveal his desire to satisfy their curiosity and desires.

“Let’s keep this going,” said Bon. “It’s Bee’s turn.”

Luca stood patiently in his spot in the room.

Bee sat down and turned over the top card. It was the 4 of diamonds.

“Good,” said Bianca happily. She looked knowingly at Luca and then smiled conspiratorially at both girls who began to fidget with the knowledge that Luca was now beholden to remove another piece of clothing. Everyone in the room became sensationally aware that the male was about to become topless, leaving him in only two items of clothing, and Bianca still had her turn to take.

Bianca wanted to have input into this situation. She went over to stand with the twins, turned her look upon Luca, glanced at his shorts with open purpose, and said, “What about it, Luca? Top off, I think. Right?” Her words were sensationally sarcastic but also musical and sweet and sounded like the very expression of delight, generating broad smiles in the twins. Their eyes roamed over his entire form as he looked back at them with a self-demeaning fretting. They weren’t about to back down now in their intention to make him carry through with the game.

“I think he wants to do it,” Bianca said appraisingly.

“He does, doesn’t he,” said Bee with sudden understanding. She put one arm over her sister’s shoulder and dangled her bra from the other.

Luca held his position in the room, shifting from foot to foot. He considered whether Bee’s question was rhetorical, or whether the whole environment that they all found themselves in now, with him the clear center of erotic attention and yet still playing along, was answer enough. He did want to remove his shirt. Taking off his shoes was exciting, but going down to his shorts would be better. He felt some small, profound beat of yearning driving him toward nakedness before the three girls.

“You can tell us if you want to,” said Bianca womanly, entreating him. All three girls gaped at him with wonder.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He turned red and mumbled something incoherent in the direction of his feet. Bianca was about to ask him to repeat it when he pulled his shirt over his head and placed it on the bookshelf, stunning her, quieting her, filling her with glee. The girls examined the half naked boy before them with uncertain looks of appraisal. This was the first time they had ever witnessed a boy intentionally taking off his clothes, and they fully appreciated that it was happening at their direction.

As Luca looked around the room at each of the girls, his face sentient with exhilaration, it became clearer with every shared gaze that something was driving Luca, that he wanted very much to play on. Each girl pondered the scene openly, and when Luca did look into her eyes each reached their own conclusions about what was going on.

Bee understood that Luca was moved by their own encounter and was flush with the excitement of it. She understood that he was bent on returning the experience. She let her eyes roam over his chest and his tented shorts and returned Luca’s appealing looks with intimations of her own budding sexuality.

Bon saw a boy who was half naked and could not stop thinking that he was probably about to get completely naked. She remarked happily to herself that he showed no inclination to leave, and she was deciding how to enjoy it. Would it be exciting? The nearly naked boy already was intriguing, so much skin and so obvious an erection in hiding.

Bianca saw that Luca was mostly self-conscious, hopelessly sexually alive, practically quivering, and she realized that she had somewhat expertly manipulated his behavior. Right in front of the girls, she had helped to cause his conflict. She saw that he was incapable of hiding his erection, that from it stemmed his struggle with the inner drive that males had, one the made them want to please her, and that here in front of her was the chance to make the results of this drive manifest for all in the room.

“Luca,” said Bianca smugly, “there’s only one way to go from here.” She walked over to him and with slow deliberation prodded him soundly on the bulge in the front of his shorts. Her finger repeatedly found the ridge of his penis, and at first he flinched, but after a bit began thrusting forward with uncontrollable pleasure.

Luca brashly looked at her to confirm his understanding that he did want to be naked for her and the twins.

“Tell me, Luca,” she said sternly.

“Bianca, please,” was all he could say.

Bianca sat down at the table and pulled the top card off the deck. It was a Joker.

“Luca,” she said looking at him supremely, “into the other room, now.” She got up and before she could take a step Luca had turned bright red. He went into the other room. Bianca shared smiles with the twins, whispered the word “wait,” followed, and closed the door.

They stood together in the room for a bit and then Bianca turned the light on. It was a small attic room with odd things scattered on the floor by the walls. Bianca separated herself from Luca by several feet.

“I think you want to do this, right?” She asked him, her look stabbing into his eyes.

“I do,” he said honestly.

“Tell me,” she said.

“What?”

“What do you want to do for me?”

“Whatever the rules say.”

“Luca,” she said flippantly, “you know the rules. You have to do what a girl says, and when I draw a Joker, I can make you take off two pieces of clothing.”

There was a moment of silence as Luca contemplated this. Its effect was to go straight through his body with wonder and agitation, disturbing every other thought, opening the door to a deep space full of obligation and lust. If only he could, he thought. His penis continued raging against the boundaries of his clothing, easily the reigning impulse of his existence.

“Take off your shorts,” demanded Bianca.

Luca gave her a look of supplication. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and as he was pulling them down she said, “Don’t just take them off, give them to me.”

Luca stepped out of his shorts and offered them to Bianca. She took them with an outstretched arm, bunched them up in a fist, folded her arms across her chest and gazed openly down at his underwear where the outline of his penis formed in large detail. She observed this for a bit and then looked at Luca with authority in her coal black eyes.

Luca returned her look with pleading.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

Luca nodded.

“Do you want to?”

Luca nodded.

“Tell me you want to,” Bianca said in a reprimanding tone.

“I want to,” he whispered at her.

“Want to what?” She let her voice carry the sound of exasperation.

“Please let me be naked for you,” he managed to say.

“That’s better,” she replied sweetly. “I’d like that. Tell me exactly what you want to do.”

“I want to be naked and show you my penis,” he said, the heat of honesty rising off of him in the small room, palpable as incense, filling the space with the rioting of his need. His world had reduced to the compunction to reveal himself to her.

“You can in a minute,” she said. “But first I’m going to give the girls your shorts.” Bianca looked at him as though he was certainly going to approve of this act. She opened the door just enough to slide her arm through holding his shorts, and said, “Here you go.” Bee’s face appeared, radiating joy, then the door closed and Bianca did not have his shorts any more.

This triggered more releasing of chemistry in his body, generating a deeper well of difference to Bianca. He was amazed that she was able to so easily have him give his clothing away. The fact that he did not know how he would get them back was as thrilling as taking them off and giving them to her.

“Where were we,” Bianca said, “oh, right, you want to give me your underwear, I think. Better yet, why don’t you ask me if you can.”

Luca had no will to stop, and responded by pleading with her to let him take off his underwear.

“I think you can take them off,” Bianca said, her tone intentionally offering him hope. She had been unremitting in her scrutiny of his near naked body and of the outline of his erect penis probing the stretched white material that was still hiding part of him. “I think you need to get the OK from Bee and Bon too.”

Luca was stunned, his eyes rolled inward, and the thought of meeting their attention in his state of excitement subsumed his thinking. How would he ever be able to do it?

“I’m going to let you ask them if you can give them to me,” explained Bianca frivolously. She grabbed Luca by the arm. He looked at her with unconvincing protest as she guided him to the door. She opened it and propelled him into the other room.

“Luca has something he wants to ask you,” she said smugly, still holding him by the arm and offering him for inspection like someone trying out for the neighborhood ball game.

The twins let their shock register only momentarily then their faces turned to glee as they took in the sight of Luca in his white underwear with the distinct profile of a fully erect penis pointing up absurdly, shrugging in his underwear with every movement. The girls made no effort to hide their delight in the scene.

Bianca then released Luca and with the same hand found the lip of his underwear right where it went around his waist. She grabbed it firmly and pulled the top of his underwear fiercely away from his body. Luca huffed and briefly fought with his hips, but the effect was to reveal details, the bulge of his testicles now apparent and the fat tube of his upward-facing erection revealed in exquisite outline, the bulbous head of it now fully discernible to the twins. Their smiles grew broader, and they gave Bianca looks of encouragement.

Luca finally relented to her fast hold and allowed the scene to play out. Bianca had frozen his penis upright against his body, and he realized with shame and pounding obligation that he was now making a tremendous display of his erection as the fabric stretched taut over it. The girls scrutinized this as though the material were transparent, and he looked at them with steadfast embarrassment, his whole face showing how deep his sense of obligation was.

The twins looked at Bianca and the eyes of all three of them gloated with the knowledge that Luca would soon be completely naked before them.

“Luca,” said Bianca magnificently, releasing his underwear, “ask them. Get on your knees and ask them.” She looked conspiratorially at the twins.

The chemistry pumping through Luca’s body, which had inflamed his existence, engorged his penis, and subsumed his mind, drove him solemnly to his knees before the twins, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him, his erection bouncing gently against his abdomen.

“Please let me give my underwear to Bianca,” he asked softly, clearly distressed.

“Wow,” said Bon, looking appraisingly down at him.

“Yes, wow,” said Bee. She wrinkled her forehead in amazement.

“I take that as a yes,” said Bianca.

Luca looked up to her for direction.

“Let’s go back in the other room, Luca,” she told him.

Luca stood up, his penis nodding against his underwear with every movement. He let Bianca maneuver him into the adjoining room where she shut the door and stepped away from him. She brought her look directly into his, her dark, candid eyes seeming so bright and hard. Luca had to look back, though. He could not turn away from her stare, which clearly now was one of marvel. Bianca gaped at him with curiosity, at the spectacle of his suffering, looking through him and filling the space of his psyche. She understood now that Luca was intoxicated throughout with the need to be obedient, and that she had and could set it ablaze almost at will.

“Let’s have the underwear, Luca,” she said complacently, holding out her hand, knowing that this instruction would be followed instantly, rendering him completely over to her.

Luca put his thumbs under the top of underwear in front, right next to his navel, and gave her a prayerful look. She wiggled her fingers at him to make him comply. He pulled his underwear out and down, lifting them over his large penis, and yanking them down to his ankles. Bianca then put one foot on them, pinning them to the floor just over his feet, and said, “Step out of them Luca and pick them up.”

With her standing on them, he pulled both feet out of the leg holes, his penis wiggling violently, then he knelt in a completely naked state and reached down to retrieve them. Bianca took a second to lift her foot, watching the exposed boy kneeling before her, then she allowed him to pick up the clothing.

Without being told, he placed his hands behind his back and stood back up and his raging erection presented itself to her, pointing nearly up towards the ceiling between them. It glistened, waved noticeably with even the slightest movement of his, and even bobbed tremulously with his fast racing heart. She spent a long while fascinated by it, scrutinizing it, and alternating glances with it and his eyes. There was something deeply satisfying about how it was being proffered so brazenly for her examination.

“Luca,” she said quietly like in a movie theater, “you are so good.” She paused to consider what to say next.

She looked him up and down, and said, “If I wanted, like whenever, would you strip naked for me?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. He only had to look at her to answer the question. She looked back at him showing that she would expect no other answer. “Whenever I want, right?” She asked with formidable understanding. With wet eyes, he nodded.

“Now, I think,” she said with blatant control, “now is a good time for you to give your underpants to the girls, right? They are girls and girls have the privilege of seeing you naked, don’t they?”

Luca suddenly felt overwhelmed with the desire to obey, to deliver the experience of the naked and utterly rapt male into her hands, into the lives of the girls in the other room. He looked with unfiltered pleading at Shantel and brought the underpants out in his hands front of him. His penis waggled before him as he did this, amusing Shantel.

“I’m going to go out there and see if Bee or Bon wants you to give those to them,” said Shantel. “Stay. I won’t be long. I’m certain they would want to have them.”

She left the room and Luca could hear them discussing something about a naked boy, and soon Shantel came back and said, “Ok, Luca, it’s time to show all of us what you look like naked.” She guided him back into the other room, his penis bobbing and waving wildly as he moved. She proudly took a spot standing right beside him.

“Would you like to give your underpants to one of the girls?” She asked. She reached down and took hold of his rigid penis in one hand with a tight grip and peered far into him. Luca nearly buckled, then he seemed to be restored, righted himself and answered her question by holding out the underwear before him. His head was swimming, his gaze unable to center on anything, his existence narrowed down to his powerfully held erection. His whole being was ablaze with shame.

Bon and Bee watched awestruck. They could not take their eyes from this sight of a fully aroused naked male, trembling slightly, the tip of his large penis visible, the rest in Shantel’s grip, offering them his underwear. They kept rocking with their arms around each other in expressions of disbelief.

“Luca wants to strip naked for me all the time, he told me,” said Shantel. “Isn’t that right?” She leered. She pulled hard on his erection and walked Luca over toward the girls. He was panting with pleasure. “He wants to play with it for us, don’t you Luca?” She drew him by his penis right up to the edge of the table, hoisted him and especially his testicles over the edge of the tabletop to leave his balls resting on the table.

Shantel released his erection to throb in the air of the small attic room, saying quite simply, “Don’t move.” And throb it did, all on its own, mere feet away from all three girls, non-stop, above the vulgar sight of his scrotum splayed on the table. He had to stand fully upright, almost on tiptoes, and he understood full well that Shantel had placed him there to force him into a deferential and wildly exposed position from which he should not move.

“You know what,” asked Shantel, “first, give Bee and Bon a chance to squeeze it.”

Luca’s powerful erection throbbed in the air as Bee and Bon gathered at the table sniggering and examining. It pointed upwards invitingly, its slit and folded head shining, and Bee took it in her hand in a soft and gentle grip.

“It really is hard,” she said. She gave it a lengthy squeeze. Lee floated on testosterone.

“Let me try,” said Bon, and when Bee released Lees’ penis it bobbed wildly as though it was alive. Both girls marveled at it, swaying so pertly, every now and then heaving and jerking under their potent examination. They observed a steely look of anguish racing over Lees’ face, his eyes glossing over, as he was being driven down a tunnel of sexual tension. The girls took turns gripping his penis, and as they did he edged closer to losing control and spontaneously orgasming right before them.

“Let’s let Luca show us,” proposed Shantel. “Come on Luca, masturbate. We all want to watch. Do it right here on the table.”

The naked boy looked at her as though she had taken possession of him. He took his penis tenuously between thumb and fingers and without moving back from the table masturbated slowly, graciously, and fabulously. His penis rose up from his testicles, smushed over the tabletop. As he masturbated he thrust himself against the table. He looked around for approval from the girls but his attention was filtered inward and he could not imagine what they saw in their rapt gaping, how they were looking intently at his act, at the sex organ itself, the dark opening at its tip widening with every forward thrust.

As he drew close his penis stiffened more, became redder, brighter, more sensitive, he masturbated more quickly. The girls observed and realized that he was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. Their delight in the event seeped into their faces, eyes wide and alert. They watched intently as Carl’s mind flung through darkness out into the abyss and the clenching universe of sensation that approaching orgasm brings.

Then, in its own amazing reality, displayed on the table top, as he cried out in pleasure, howled, and thrust his hips forward, his penis began spurting, leaving globs of cum spun across the tabletop. His insides turned and pounded, and he continued to whimper and yelp until he was done. Each girl in her own mind noted the raw, visceral exposure of the act, the crude sexuality of the sounds of the naked boy orgasming uncontrollably at their bidding.

“What a great club this is,” exclaimed Shantel exultantly, sharing a gratified look with the two other girls. Standing up, she announced, “I’m going to go see if Georgia wants to play.” She looked sternly at Luca and said, “Do not let go of your penis until I get back and say you can,” which brought gleams into the girls’ eyes, and a prolonged look of obedience from Luca. Then she nodded toward the tabletop and admonished him, “And be prepared when we come back to lick that up, all the girls will want to see you clean the table top.”

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