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 3
Something felt and smelt funny
when I woke up the next morning. This was the start of Day Three of my
initiation at the hands of naughty boys and, since yesterday, the added
shaming controlled by a Naughty Girls’ Auxiliary. As I tousled my hair
and shook my sleepy head to awake from an odd mix of sweet dreams and
horrid nightmares, I realized my shame this morning was a familiar one
from years ago; I appeared to have wet my bed in the night.
Naughty sleeping arrangement had been the order of the day from Naughty
Day One. I’d slept in the nude, a condition which suited me just fine
as my hands had free access to both my bare butt (for caressing) and my
balls and cock for gentle squeezing and firm stroking. But when I
pulled off the one sheet that covered my naked body I found it was pee
and not jerk-off jism juice that filled the air with an acrid ordour
and stained the bed’s bottom sheet and wet my legs. I hadn’t done that
since I was five years old!
“Would the shame of this pledge week never stop?”
was my despairing and angry thought as I hopped out of bed and pulled
the splotch soaked sheets from the bed and threw them on the floor. The
answer to that came two minutes later when my brother barged into my
bedroom and quickly grasped my embarrassing situation.
“Ugh, Victor,” said Kevin,
“after yesterday I would have expected, even hoped for, a different
boy-bedewed blotch and stench in your room. At least a stinky
spunk-splodge would have meant you were maturing towards pre-pubescent
manhood, but boo-boo bed-wetting is baby boy behavior!”
Even
though he sounded somewhat sympathetic, my brother’s discovery just
made matters worse. It brought to mind the last time I’d peed in my bed
and Kevin teased me for weeks over it chanting:
“ Wee-wee willie Winkie,
Gets his jammies stinky.
Victor should to know better
And not be a bed-wetter.
But Vic’s dick’s too dinky!
But to my surprise, Kev gathered up the soiled sheets and said he’d put
his own bed sheets and mine into the washer before Mum found out about
my ‘accident’. That gave me a chance to head to the bathroom for a
shower and quick change into fresh clothes for my morning reprieve to
normality which would last until both Mum and Dad headed for work.
After that, I knew Day Three’s torment would begin and last all day.
But Kevin’s tendency to tease, torment and titillate carried on through
breakfast with quietly spoken snipes like when he offered me a second
glass of orange juice saying, “You look dehydrated this morning, Vic. You’d better get some more juice in you. Yer in for a real treat!“. And then reaching over with his glass he whispered in my ear “ Besides, the orange colour of this juice will match up yer internal bladder juice.”
As
soon as Mum and Dad were out the door and off to work I grabbed Kev and
pleaded with him to stop with the sly remarks And dumb puns about my
bed-wetting .
“ Gee-whiz, Kev, “ I begged him, “
It’s almost like you’re threatening to tell Mum about it just to
embarrass the hell out of me to get me into trouble. C’mon, we’re
family and you know guys can’t stand having our dirty little secrets
talked about. “
“Get over yourself, Vic!” he answered back while chuckling. “ Grow
up, will ‘ya. You saw yesterday that the guys had no problem jerking
off right in front of girls. Maybe it’s because, unlike you, they had
something they were proud to show off, you know, THEIR MANHOOD!”
“I suppose you have a point there, “ I muttered but once again felt that Kevin was teasing me again about my cock’s tiny size even when it’s erect.
But just then something else occurred to me. “Wait
a minute… showing off their manhood to girls and jerking off? No guy’s
gonna do that unless it’s to get a blow job from his girlfriend. “
Kevin looked a bit sheepish, kind of shrugged his shoulders and started to stutter, “ Okay,
you’re right we all were a bit shy about preparing your soggy biscuit
with the girls looking on. Lynn said that you had to see how
embarrassing it was for them, her and the other girls, to see our hard
cocks in action. We said ‘no way’ at first but then Lynn promised us if
we did it then she’d make sure each of us would get blowjobs.”
Kev shook his head, sighed and added “ But then Lynn tricked us. She hadn’t mentioned that it would be you
who’d end up sucking our cocks. When we found that out we sure were
pissed off until Ted calmed us down and said it was a win/win. We’d
humiliate you in the worst way possible (with the girls watching and
all) and, as he put it, ‘Any port in a storm, we’ve got nothing to be
ashamed of, but it’s really gonna suck for Sissy Vic!”
I
was beginning to see who had the upper hand in all this. Lynn and her
girl gang got to enjoy several boys being naughty and doing
embarrassing stuff, not just me. Somehow that made me feel better and
more willing to accept whatever humiliation Lynn or any of the girls
had to hand out. But I didn’t reveal those thoughts to Kevin or to the
other NBC guys. I figured I was in on a secret that could come in handy
later and I didn’t want to spoil the fun.
Sometime around
eight, shortly after parental departure, the gang of six naughty guys
and the terrible trio of Lynn, Dianne and Sue showed up and Kevin
filled them in on my bed-wetting accident. Strangely, the guys found
what Kevin called my ‘ piss-poor performance’ hilarious and so
gleefully made bathroom humour and sissy-baby type jokes at my expense.
But not so for the girls. They seemed to take it seriously and, moving
out of earshot, talked quietly amongst themselves for four or five
minutes before returning and sternly shouting at the guys to ‘kindly grow up and shut up!’
All
of us guys (me included) were in for a lecture from Lynn on more than
merely bad manners. She said bed-wetting at my age was nothing to laugh
about and that there are serious implications of a physical/psychological nature that could mar bed-wetting boys for life if not properly addressed.
Those were her words, not mine. I just thought accidents like this were
embarrassing, but accidents happen and so no big deal. Apparently I was
wrong because Lynn went on to explain what she meant.
“Boys who are on the verge of puberty, like Vic here,” said Lynn,
“are transitioning from urinary function to urine/sperm separate but
locality similar functionality. So the natural tendency is for his
penis regulation of stimulated liquidity flow to align but not overlap.
“So bed-wetter boys of what should
be a mature age process could clog up their internal flows or even lead
to filling his balls with piss and his bladder with cum. In other
words, Victor could end up ejaculating when he tries to pee and pissing
when he tries to jerk off. That’s physically embarrassing but it’s also
very psychologically and socially awkward and even, in some cases,
dangerous. It’s especially hard on his sex partners, be they male or
female, in the years to come when he wants to get a blow-job.”
I
didn’t understand half of what she was saying but the thought of a
pissing blow-job or jerk off was enough to make me take Lynn’s warning
seriously. Luckily she went on to say there was an easy way of avoiding
this mind & body mix up disaster.
She talked about a
psychic technique to mentally combat my bed-wetting and thus avert the
consequences of pubic-urinationary orgasms and bladder bio-bloating.
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Victor must immediately get himself, through every pore of his skin,
used to the chemical reaction to his own urine,” declared Lynn. “ thus
convincing his inner psyche that he need not bed-wet because the scent
and essence of his urine will become second nature to his whole body.
Thus, he will resolve the contradiction between his babyish behavior
and his naturally horny male sexual development.”
Ted
and Kevin seemed to understand and they both asked how the Naughty Boys
Club and Female Auxiliary could help my piss-poor condition resolve
this function flow foul-up.
“Well, according to the articles I’ve read in the New England Journal of Medicine,” replied Lynn,
“Victor will have to have male-directed ‘golden showers’ twice daily
for ten days. And every square inch of his naked body must be drenched
in fresh warm piss probably by all you guys. And he’ll have to let the
urine air dry so it can sink in for at least an hour before showering
with cold water.”
“And that will deal with his bed-wetting right away?” asked Kev.
“Sorry, not immediately,” replied Lynn,
“He’ll have to wear nappies for a few days just in case there’s an
accident because he’ll need to drink plenty of liquids to stimulate the
piss-spunk reversion process. Look, we better start his therapeutic
training right away. So you guys should escort Vic upstairs to the
bathroom. Have him lie down naked in the tub. When he’s ready just
shout we’ll come up and monitor your treatment process.”
So,
I was bare, bathtub bound and ready for the first of many ‘golden
showers’. The tub had been plugged shut so it added to my soaking.
Lynn, Dianne and Sue were each delighted to check out the Naughty Boys’
members to make sure they were properly functioning an not overly erect
lest cum mix with their piss splashing. The girls’ handling of the
boy’s cocks was counter-productive, of course, as the female finger
fondling encouraged erection. But in about 15 minutes the boys were
clearly horny, hot and bothered but were now ready to give me my first
golden shower.
The six guys divided into two sets of three.
The first set stood at the edge of the tub and pissed all over me as I
lay on my back with my hands clasped behind my neck so that my armpits
with get the benefit of a good golden drenching. Lynn pushed them aside
when they were through to make sure I was properly soaked.
With Lynn’s ‘OK’ I was ordered to turn over on my tummy. I did and the
second set of three guys supplied rear-action coverage which was again
checked by Lynn. Finally, I had to stand in the tub for one hour naked
and stinking of piss until a dried naturally.
That’s when my
post-treatment ablutions and penis erection came together as the cold
water wash-up was carried on by all three girls whose hands, lubricated
with body-wash soap massaged me from head to toe with mid-body genital
stroking motions in front and finger action behind scouring my
butt-crack and probing my ass hole. All this female attention and
handling stimulated my nether regions with my hips bucking and my cock
boning up on what Mother Nature demands of teenage lads, especially
naughty little boys like me.
Water-sport Male cleansing and
Female cold water ablutions kept my cock active, alternating between
stiffening and sagging. When my nude body was at last dry after each
treatment session I was taken to the living room where the girls took
turns spanking me. Lynn had said to make my inner consciousness accept
my treatment’s humiliating ordeal, I had to get a real-life punishment
appropriate to my babyish bed-wetting offence.
I had my
second tub session mid-afternoon which allowed me time to air-dry my
piss soaked naked body and have my erect cock come down to normal
before my parents got back from work.
Before going to bed at
nine that night, I sat for a bit going over all the explanations Lynn
gave and circumstances leading up to my ‘bed-wetting therapeutic
treatment’. It just didn’t make sense. Lynn’s jumbled talk had lots of
fancy words but they didn’t seem to mean anything. And bedwetting was
something I hadn’t done since I was five!
Then it hit me! It wasn’t me
who had pissed the bed. It was Kevin who must have snuck into my room
early in the morning and quietly removed my top sheet, then carefully
tinkled a trickle of piss on my cock-head and down on the bedsheet
before covering me up and walking out of my bedroom where he waited at
the door until he heard me jump out of bed.
All the scientific
mumbo-jumbo from Lynn must have been made up last night when she and
Kev were talking with Ted when they were in the kitchen and out of
ear-shot. My fears evaporated. I wasn’t going to suffer from ‘pubic-urinationary orgasms and bladder bio-bloating’ and I wouldn’t have to undergo humiliating and gross golden showers and female body cleansing twice a day.
I lay in bed silently thinking about what I had just figured out and
what I should do about it. Stripping in front of girls… Water sports
spurts of warm piss… Girls’ hands caressing and massaging my naked
body… my cock erect and remaining hard or semi-stiff all day.
In the end, I decided to keep schtum, not mention anything to Kev, Ted
or the guys and definitely not to Lynn. But just let them have their
fun while I enjoyed being humiliated and tested in ways beyond my
wildest and naughtiest fantasies. With both fear and hope, I wondered
what excitement and possibilities Day Four might bring.