By Victor Eastman
victoreastman@hotmail.com
Copyright 2023 by Victor Eastman fox, all rights reserved
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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.
Naughty Boys Club 2
As it turned out Day
One of my Pledge Week was, in fact, not over yet. It continued to be
humiliating as there were still a half-dozen boys and few girls who
remained in the park playground area to further add to my misery with
leering chants and mocking remarks about my being left stark naked with
my hands tied behind my back.
But I was surprised and relieved to find that not all
my clothing had been shredded by Lynn and her band of bully bitches. By
kicking the clothes pile they left behind, I discovered my sneakers
were still there under the pile. My T-shirt, socks and underpants,
however, had been torn to ribbons, but my khaki cargo shorts were
totally intact! So, if I could get my pants on, at least my bare butt
and my ‘privates’ would be covered.
But my hands were still
tied tight behind my back. I’d need help from some of these giggling,
guffawing guys and girls who stood there gawking at me. ‘Fat chance of that happening!
‘, I thought. But I gave it a go anyway and pleaded with them to untie
me so I could at least put on my shoes and shorts. A few guys looked
like were about to help me out when one of the girls stopped them.
I recognized her from last month’s Girl Scout Cookie drive. Dianne was
her name. She was 12 years old and going into seventh grade next term.
She had everyone gather around me while she explained how my pledge
orders were to be carried out by girls only, not by guys. Also she reminded them that while I might be allowed to wear some clothes as I ran home, it must be done in a humiliating way.
Then, turning to me she said, “So,
Victor, you must keep your hands tied behind your back while I and a
couple of these girls here fit your bare feet into your sneakers and
hoist your pants up to your waist. Then you’ll be free to go home
wearing some clothes.”
Graterfully, I nodded to give them
the okay. At least my dignity was somewhat protected as were my bare
feet which would not have to endure the pain of walking on rough
pavement. But Dianne wore a sly smile as she and two other girls lifted
me up a few inches from the ground and slid my pants up my legs and
buttoned them. But before zipping my pants up, she pulled my balls and
dick out leaving them on full display protruding from my wide open fly.
Dianne took a stick of gum and started chewing as she, at first gently
but then increasingly vigorously, stroked my dick back and forth while
cupping my balls. Total humiliation! Not only was I breathing fast and
blushing like crazy, my cock was also beginning to get hard. I had
secretly played with myself before this. But I never experienced more
than a pleasant tingling and a little stiffness, but nothing like this.
My cock was pretty tiny, but now it was a real BONER! Was I ashamed?
Yes. But I was excited too. And, by the look in her eyes and her sly
smile, I could see that Dianne knew what was happening in my mind and that now I was under her command.
Dianne stopped wanking me when a couple of drops of per-cum appeared on
the tip of my still hard cock. She zipped my fly halfway up with my
pulsating package sticking straight out. Then she took the gum wad out
of her mouth and placed it just below my balls and wedged the gum into
the zipper teeth. As long as I stayed hard, my cock would bounce up and
down while I ran and my bald balls would dangle in plain sight.
I waited for Dianne’s command to leave then high-tailed it out of the
park as fast as I could. But with my shoe laces tied around my wrists
instead of tightening my shoes, I couldn’t run too fast but my cock and
balls were on display more than ever!
Luckily, I knew my
neighborhood pretty well and managed to avoid the streets and take
shortcuts through neighboring backyards. I may have been seen, but not
likely as most adults would be at work or busy doing house chores.
In about ten minutes I made it home where my older brother, Kevin, let
me in through the back door. My hands were free after some chaffing and
in no time I got into fresh underwear. Getting the gum-stuck zipper
free took longer, but in the end it was undone too. My Pledge Day One
and its embarrassing aftermath would soon be over, but first Kevin
wanted to know what had happened that got me into such an embarrassing
state.
When our mom and dad went to bed that night, Kevin
and I stayed up late busy talking about the day’s events. I didn’t give
him all the details, but I told Kevin the general nature of my
initiation: the pledge instructions, my part in staging it as well as
describing my emotional reaction to being humiliated in front of and by
girls.
“Vic, are you saying you enjoyed doing all this? And you meant it when you said ‘especially done in front of girls?” asked my incredulous older brother. When I shrugged my shoulders and nodded, Kevin grinned and chuckled, “
Well, if you really got off on that stuff, I want to get in on the
action! You know, I’m sure there must be a few girls in my class who
would love to help you ‘bone up’ on some gross initiation tasks.”
Kevin
wouldn’t tell me who these girls might be. But he did say they each had
a reputation for teasing in a slutty kind of way. We talked some more
and he decided that tomorrow he’d ask Ted about his joining their club
and maybe expanding it to include girls, as a sort of Naughty Girls
Auxiliary.
I said good night and went back to my bedroom and
had a really hard time getting to sleep (if you know what I mean). I
looked forward to Day Two.
It wasn’t surprising that on my
second Pledge morning I slept in until ten o’clock. Well, it was summer
vacation time. I’d undergone a lot of tiring (and yet exciting)
experiences the day before, and I was exhausted by an increase in my
hormonal/physical growth during the night (four times actually). And I
knew that I was, in many ways, in a sticky situation and that today my
situation (and my cock) was probably going to get harder. That, it
turned out, was an understatement.
Kevin burst into my room grinning and shouted, “Rise
and shine, Pledge Boy. You’re wanted downstairs right now! Don’t bother
getting dressed. The gang and their new Auxiliary pledge members want
you stark naked for your special Naughty Boy breakfast.”
“What do you mean ‘Auxiliary pledge members’?” I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes awake. “Are you saying Ted has recruited girls to try out for membership already? That’s not possible, is it? “
“ Oh, yes it is! ” said Kevin, “ Ted and I had a long talk early this
morning and he phoned a bunch of your Club buddies and everyone agreed
we should invite some naughty girls to join in the fun. In fact, three
of them are downstairs with the guys right now waiting for you to
‘come’ down for your breakfast and to help the girls undergo their
embarrassing initiation tasks.”
I was gob-smacked. “Wait. Are you saying I get to help put three girls through a humiliating Naughty Girls hazing this morning? Wow! ”
“ Absolutely.” sniggered my brother, “
In fact, you are going to be the main part, the central figure in all
The Auxiliary initiations. We’ve invited a few of those girls I told
you about last night. You know what I mean, the sluts who love to
embarrass and tease little boys. Oh, and we expect a few more of the
girls you met in the park yesterday; they’ll be here too. “
“Huh? Who would that be?” I asked.
“I’m sure you remember Lynn, the girl who wanted you to run home buck naked.” I nodded and Kevin added, “Lynn
brought her kid-sister Sue with her and we got in touch with Dianne
too; she’s the one who gave you that hand job you enjoyed so much and
dutifully dressed you in dangling-dick display style. Remember? “
As
if I could forget! At least I could get some delicious revenge by
overseeing their initiation which I’m sure would very embarrassing. “Okay, let’s go down stairs and get things started.” This time it was going to be me grinning and gawking at them while they’re stark naked. And it would me
giving them a hand with their initiation spankings! From breakfast to
brunch I’d teach that bunch of bully-bitches a thing or two.
But, I was wrong again. When I walked into the dining room it wasn’t
desperately nervous girls I saw; it was girls grinning at what they
were watching. They were leering at Ted and the Club members in the
process of preparing my special breakfast, consisting of three slices
of Wonder Bread à la ‘soggy biscuit’.
I was confused and asked Kevin to explain what was happening. He was happy to oblige. He said, “
All the Club members had agreed that naughty girls needed to be
embarrassed in ways different, in fact opposite, to how naughty boys
get embarrassed.“
“That’s right,’ chimed in Lynn,
“Young girls may enjoy watching a young boy being spanked on the bare
or getting pantsed or, better yet, getting him stripped naked by girls.
But they always blush and feel like they’ve been naughty. However,
really naughty girls, while feeling embarrassed and ashamed, also feel
delighted, excited and dirty when they see naughty boys made to do really gross and raunchy stuff.”
“But I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about mixed contrary feelings, do I Victor. Or should I say ‘Victim’?
After all, the lads here tell me you get especially excited when girls
are watching you do naughty, raunchy and disgusting stuff. In fact, it
gets you hard, doesn’t it?”
Ted took over again to spell things out in detail. “You
see, Victor, the Auxiliary initiation of these and other naughty girls
will mainly consist in their watching and sometimes participating in
your Naughty Boy Pledge tasks. So we’re starting Day Two with a
traditional fraternity hazing requirement, a Soggy Biscuit which you,
as nude pledge, must slowly chew. As Auxiliary aide, you must enjoy
this meal as blushing girls watch.”
Apparently the guys
in the club didn’t mind letting the girls watch them first unzip their
pants, pull out their cocks as the lads proceeded to masturbate and
within five minutes shoot loads of their cum on the bread. Lynn, her
little sister and Dianne had made sure it was evenly distributed on
each slice. Two guys per slice jerked jism covering and soaking it all
over.
“ Bon appétit “, Lynn smirked.
The
semen scent sent my mind reeling in disgust. But worse, I felt being
made to eat open-faced cum sandwiches right in front of girls would be
the most humiliating thing ever. I took a first bite and began to
slowly chew and didn’t swallow until Lynn smiled and said “Go on, enjoy your breakfast and swallow it all then lick your lips.”
The taste of fresh warm cum was distasteful, but staring at the girls
grinning at me hungry for more; more cum-soaked bread and more
humiliation. I devoured my second ‘soggy biscuit’ treat without
hesitation. My cock was stiffening even while I was gasping for air
with my eyes tearing in shame and joy combined.
They girls
were blushing, it’s true. But it was perhaps more out of lust than
embarrassment. My breakfast took at least ten minutes, during which
more girls arrived eager to enjoy my miserable munging mess fate. I was
breathing so heavy by my third slice that everyone in the room, boys
and girls alike, were convinced I wanted, indeed, needed to go further,
because they could see my cock stayed hard. Then Lynn, seeing my
mini-erection, quipped, “Boner petite, Victor !” Everyone except me roared with laughter.
The rest of the morning was similar to my park pledge treatment of the
previous day with girls spanking me and playing with my privates. But
today they added rectal ram-rodding to the raunchy ritual. Four inch
long mini-cucumbers, lubricated with my own pre-cum were maneuvered up
my anus while I was made to stroke my immature and inadequate penis
just enough to generate two or three more pre-cum drops to be used to
grease up the next phallic probe, a large carrot slowly inserted then
pulled back half-inch by half-inch at time.
Lynn, always quick with lewd quips, whispered in my ear, “Aayh, what’s up, Dork?”
Then she flicked middle finger striking my right ball then she pinched
the left one. Strangely, that just excited me more and my hips
convulsed and my throbbing cock spewed out not one, but THREE shots of hot, white semen. Like Julius Caesar; I came, she saw, I was conquered.
There it was: Soggy biscuit eating, spankings, phallic food
butt-fucking and usually the ultimate humiliation for a young boy –
GIRLS SEEING MY FACE SHOWING SHEER PLEASURE AS I HAD MY FIRST STICKY,
SMELLY SPUNK CUM-SHOT! I was actually smiling as I remained kneeling
inches above a warm pool of my own spunk.
It was Sue, Lynn’s
kid-sister, who made the next move, my final degradation For Pledge Day
Two. She dipped her finger into my private cum-pool and proceeded to
paint my nostrils with the lewd, luscious life-giving liquid of lust.
Three coatings went on my nostrils, then four on my lips and one on my
tongue. I murmured, “MMMmmmm” And that gave me away.
For a few
minutes Lynn and Ted conferred in whispers, raised eyebrows and mixed
chuckles and giggles. Then the Auxiliary Pledges’ final embarrassing
initiation task was announced.
“Girls,” declared Ted, “
there’s only one thing that can make a girl more embarrassed than
having other girls, such as Sorority Sisters, watch her naked as she
gives a bunch of guys blow-jobs.”
“And that greater humiliation,” continued Lynn, “would be her and other girls having to watch a naked boy give a bunch of guys blow-jobs… and, of course, that naked lad swallowing every drop!”
Already naked on my knees, my cock stiffer than ever before, my mouth
agape smelling of pre-cum and with my tongue hanging out, I was ready
to service each of the six club members present including my older
brother.
Each ‘member’ (so to speak) was blown three times for
total of 18 loads for me to swallow. By four-thirty that afternoon I
had had my fill. My parents would be back from work shortly. So the
Naughty Boy’s Club members and their new Auxiliary female members left,
leaving me exhausted, spent and wanting more. Pledge Day Three, I
imagined, would not disappoint.
to be continued
( Author’s note: I’d appreciate any suggestions from readers as
to what and how Days 3 – 7 might unfold to satisfy Victor’s hunger for
humiliation especially in front of and by girls. Write to: victoreastman@hortmail.com. )