By Edwap
Copyright 2023 by Edwap all rights reserved
* * * * *The Dare Game – Dares 1 and 2
The Dare Game
When I was about 10, my brother and I started to play truth or dare. We
enjoyed ourselves and often played – the usual mix of embarrassing and
disgusting dares. Over time, some of friends joined in as well and we
would often spend school holiday days playing, as well as other games
too, of course.
Last year, one wet day during the Easter break, just before my 12th
birthday, with our parents out, we were hanging around at my house. My
brother, Matthew, and 3 friends – Stewart, Paddy and Ollie. My parents
were both at work, we’d played video games for days and watched too
much TV and were, basically, bored. We hadn’t played truth or dare (or,
to be honest, as it had become dares) for several months so I suggested
doing so. The others, however, were not keen. They had gotten a bit
bored of playing it and last time we played, Stewart had been caught by
a girl in his class with his underwear around his ankles as part of a
dare so everyone had gotten a bit concerned and felt that they did not
want to get caught as well/again.
I wanted to play again,
however, and we didn’t really have anything to do so I tried to push
for it a few times during the morning. Stewart finally got fed up and
told me it was not going to happen – there was no way he was going to
get caught again but also there was no way he would refuse a dare if he
had agreed to play – it was a matter of pride – so the only thing to do
was to stop playing. The others agreed.
The words came
tumbling out of my mouth before I really had any chance to think. As
soon as I started speaking, I knew that it was a massive mistake but my
mouth ran away with me and it was too late. You see, I’d had a dream a
couple of nights before involving my crush playing dares with us where
she had given a very exciting (to me playing with her in my dream)
proposition – I guess it was just exciting my unconscious still “How
about if there was a way to play without any risk to you – anyone can
pass their dare along to me to do if they don’t want to do it.”
I held my breath as soon as I had finished speaking. As I say, my
conscious brain was now back in charge and immediately regretted what
had tumbled out of my mouth. It was one thing to imagine my crush
giving me such an offer, but for me to suggest it to a group of boys
was something quite different. I could only hope that somehow no-one
had heard or they would ignore me.
No such luck, however.
Ollie stopped the computer game he was playing immediately and piped
up, “Woah dude! What an odd offer for you to make. I’m interested in
playing now!” Paddy, who was playing against Ollie agreed. Stewart,
however, seemed sceptical. “Yeah right. What’s the point in that,
everyone will just pass all the dares to you and we’ll all get bored
really quickly. You’ll just refuse to do any more dares after a couple.”
That would have been my chance to stop but, with boyhood pride on the
line, again I spoke without thinking, “Of course I wouldn’t welch on a
dare! What do you take me for?” Again, inside I was cringing. Why had I
said anything? And, why had I not taken the ‘out’ that was on offer?!
Matthew then joined in, “You know, we could make it more interesting if
my weirdo brother really is that keen to play dares today. As usual, we
could all write dares down and put them into a hat to draw. However,
today there would be no limits apart from the obvious no-one should get
seriously hurt.” Now, this was something to prick our ears up at. We
had always agreed that no dares should have any chance of getting
anyone into trouble; and certainly whatever happened stayed between us.
This is part of the reason why Stewart had been so upset when he was
caught with his underwear around his ankles. We had all completed dares
as embarrassing but we were always as careful as we could be to make
sure no-one outside of the game ‘caught’ us in a compromising
situation. This was the first time that any of us had been seen.
Stewart was the first to respond, “That is more interesting. I would no
longer be the only one of us whose dick had been seen by a girl. I do
think, though, that it would just become Phil doing every dare and all
of us would get bored too quickly.”
“We could make it more
interesting, though. As Phil has already offered, any dare that any one
of gets can be passed straight over to him. No questions asked and he
has to complete it no matter what it is. However, what if the person
who drew a dare did decide to do it themselves and then, after it is
completed, Phil has to do it as well but the person who drew the dare
can make it even worse in any way they wanted to?” Suggested Ollie. I
could have slapped him and was just about to say that this was going to
far. Both Stewart and I started to speak at the same time.
“Make him be quiet,” Ollie said, “He is the one who is so keen to play
that he offered an interesting amendment to the norm.” Matthew and
Ollie seemed to strike from no where and in seconds I was on the floor
having been hit in the nuts with both sitting atop me, Matthew’s sock
being hastily removed from his foot before being stuffed into my mouth.
“As I was saying,” Ollie continued, “As well as US making it worse, HE
should as well. I like your idea, Matthew, if one of us decides to do a
dare, Phil has to do it as well but both he and the other player think
of a way to make it worse. Oh yes, let’s make him be a part of his own
humiliation!”
“If I know my brother, he will just say some
random nonsense to satisfy that rather than actually making it worse.
Everyone has to agree that his idea does make it worse otherwise
EVERYONE else playing gets to make it worse.”
With that, the
four boys agreed that this sounded fun. I was still laying on the floor
with two on top of me and a sock in my mouth – every time I tried to
push it out with my tongue, one of them pushed it back in. “Now, Phil,
if you don’t agree to the terms of our game, tell us now. But remember,
it was your idea to start with so if you now decide you don’t want to
play, we will lose all respect for you and will not want to hang around
with you any more. We also know your secrets. It will be the same if
you do agree to play but then refuse any dare given to you.”
The sock was removed from my mouth and I agreed to play. I was a little worried but my boyhood pride took the better of me.
All 5 of us then started to write down dares. It was agreed by the
other 4 that we would write 5 dares each. Good God! 25 dares that I
knew I would have to do. It was also agreed that it didn’t matter how
long the game took. We would have plenty of time over the next week and
a bit of school holiday, and it really didn’t matter if it even carried
on when we returned to school. Just what had I let myself if for? I
tried to be careful with the dares that I wrote down, but could hardly
imagine what everyone else would write down.
Dare 1
After about half an hour, the dares were all put into a hat and Paddy
offered to go first. He put his hand in and picked out a slip of paper.
Walk to the postbox and back wearing just your underwear
Paddy thought for a moment and decided just to go for it. The postbox
was only a short distance up the road. The others all got excited by
this prospect. I, however, did not knowing that I would be having to do
something much worse shortly. Paddy stripped his T shirt, trousers and
socks and stood there wearing nothing but his black, tight jersey style
boxers. They left little to the imagination, with an outline of his
crack visible by virtue of them sticking to his ass and following the
contours; and his bulge proudly sticking out in front.
We
all followed him to the front door of the house. He cautiously peered
out. It was raining and so there were not lots of people on the street
but there were still cars driving along the road. He peered out again,
obviously very nervous about what he was about to do. For a moment, I
thought that he wasn’t going to go for it. Then, all of a sudden, he
went for it. We followed him out, watching as he walked along wearing
nothing but his underwear. As they got wet, they were sticking to his
body even more. It really was almost as if he were naked. When we got
to the post box, he simply turned around and started walking back
toward us and the house. Now that I could see him from the front, I
could see that his bulge was even more pronounced than it had been
previously. He was obviously still uncomfortable wearing so little in
the street and his eyes kept darting around as if he were checking that
no-one saw him. Amazingly, only one car had driven past but we were all
sure that people in some of the houses would have seen him.
When we got back to the house, we all went in and Paddy quickly got a
towel and started to dry off. To this point, it was the ‘worst’ dare
that any of us had completed. Wearing so little in a public place, this
dare would certainly have been ‘out of bounds’ under the restrictions
that we had played under. There was a lot of excited chatter about what
had just happened, numerous times Paddy confirmed that it was extremely
embarrassing and not something he would want to do again.
Then, the moment of truth. Eyes turned to me. It was as if they were
smelling blood. It was Paddy who asked what I was going to suggest to
make it worse.
I had obviously been thinking about this since
Paddy accepted the dare. Doing what he had just done would be bad
enough but to make it worse for myself! I knew I had to be careful here
as well – if it wasn’t ‘bad’ enough then they would all add to the plan
but make it too ‘bad’ and I would be really setting myself up for the
future. “Rather than walk to the postbox in our street, I will walk to
the next closest – it is about a 5 minute walk.”
A quick
discussion between the boys confirmed that this did make the dare worse
and they were content. Ollie then asked Paddy what his addition to the
dare was going to be. “You are going to regret your addition, Phil! My
idea would be bad enough just up the road but now we are going
further!” This did not sound good, I could feel butterflies in my
stomach. “When you get to the postbox, you are to remove your boxers
and post them.”
Cue howls of laughter from the others. “But,
that would mean I have to walk all the way back naked!” I exclaimed. No
mercy was shown, I was simply reminded of the terms that I had agreed
to. Resigned to my fate, I stripped to my blue boxer shorts and headed
for the door. As with Paddy, I peered out. It was still raining and I
couldn’t see anyone on the street. As I was trying to psych myself up,
I was pushed through the door and onto the driveway. The other 4 boys
followed me out. I wasn’t even to be allowed a few moments to compose
myself it seemed. I started toward the street and felt the same
self-conscious nervousness that Paddy had felt moments before. Eyes
darting around, I made my way up the road. As I passed the postbox that
Paddy had walked to, I felt a hint of jealousy that he had gone such a
short distance as compared to where I was headed. I thought back to
when Paddy was making this trip and how the rain had accentuated his
body; and thought about my boxers now doing the same. The difference
being, of course, that I would be showing my body off shortly. I
started to feel a bit sick.
We carried on walking. It seemed
to take forever to reach the next postbox. When we got there, I
hesitated and then pleaded not to go through with it. How could I walk
back home, naked? It had taken a good 5 minutes to get to the postbox.
There was, however, no mercy. In fact, Ollie even said that if I didn’t
get on with it, I would REALLY regret it during my next dare.
I swallowed hard and put my fingers under the waistband of my boxers. I
looked at my friends and brother, pleading one last time with my eyes
but they were just laughing at me and chanting to get a move on. I
closed my eyes, took a deep breath and started to push my boxers down.
In the end, they went down quite quickly. I felt the cool air on my
dick and on my ass. I was outside, in the street with my only clothing
around my knees. There was a bit of a look of disbelief on the faces of
the others – as if they didn’t think I would actually go through with
it. I had, however, and I brought my knees together, allowing my boxers
to fall to the ground. After stepping out of them, I bent down to pick
them up and moved my hand toward the opening where you put the mail. I
hesitated again thinking about the situation that I was in. I was in
the street, naked, my only way of covering myself about to be disposed
of – it really did seem quite ludicrous. It was chilly, it was raining.
Just then, a car drove past and sounded its horn – obviously the driver
had seen me. I started to lower my hand and move my boxers back toward
my groin, pleading with the guys to let me off. Ollie spoke up, “No,
the dare stands. He’s too much of a wimp, he’s not a man. His word is
meaningless. Come on guys, let’s leave him to it.”
His words
stung. Surely they must realise that this was way too far, it was not
that I was trying to welch on a bet but everything was just getting out
of control. The boys then turned their back on me and ignored me. They
started to walk away. Maybe I should have put my boxers back on and run
after them but Ollie’s words were swimming around my head and I had
agreed to it. I shouted that I was going to do it which made them stop
and turn back. Without giving it any more thought, I raised my hand
again and posted the boxers. My fingers lingered for a second before I
let them go.
Stewart said that he couldn’t believe that I had
actually done it. I regretted doing so almost as soon as I had let them
go. There really was nothing I could do now, however. The only item of
clothing I had was now unreachable. I was outside, 5 minutes away from
home, naked. I looked down to the ground in shame and saw my cock just
hanging there. No longer hidden away but instead visible to the world.
All three boys burst out laughing which I could not really blame them
for. After a few moments, Ollie told me to start walking on. I would
need to walk at the same pace as they were but he did not want the
clothed boys to block anyone’s view so they would stay approximately 25
metres behind me. It would, however, be my responsibility to keep to
the same pace as they were walking at – and I was not allowed to cover
up.
I set off for home, having to constantly fight the urge
to cover my groin with my hands. That, along with constantly scanning
around hoping that we would not see anyone, took up all of my
concentration. A few moments later, I heard Paddy calling after me. I
looked around and I had gotten quite a long way ahead of the boys – I’d
obviously been walking much quicker than they were. Paddy called me
back. I did not want him to keep making so much noise so I turned and
headed back toward him, expecting them to moan at me for going to
quickly and then for us to get going again. It had been bad enough
knowing that they were walking along looking at my ass but now they had
an unobstructed view of my cock and balls instead.
Imagine my
surprise when Ollie told me that as I had been walking too fast, we
would have to start again and started heading back toward the post box.
I refused to go any further – there was no way that I was going to go
all the way back and start again. “That’s fine, Phil, but I don’t know
what you think will happen. We have the keys to get back into the house
so you don’t get in until we do. Also, I didn’t think you’d want us to
draw even more attention to our group but we could always start
shouting about the naked boy in the street if you’d like.” With that,
Matthew put 5 fingers up and started to count down. I knew what he
meant and, knowing that I was beaten, followed them.
When we
got back to the postbox, I was reminded about keeping an eye on my
speed and we headed off again. The going was slow – they were
deliberately walking slowly so as to extend my potential exposure. It
was cold and wet – and I did not know how many people would see me from
inside their houses. A few cars drive past but fortunately it was not
too busy – there was no way, however, that these people would not have
seen me. It was worse when cars were coming toward me as they had a
clear and unobstructed view of my genitals – and I could see the people
in the cars laughing at me. I was very conscious of my speed and kept
looking behind me. I was sure that they kept on slowing down but I was
managing to keep my speed at an appropriate level. As my focus was so
often behind me, however, the inevitable happened. Not far from home,
my luck ran out. Somehow, we had made it all the way to here without
seeing anyone else on the street but just as I was turning a corner and
was in sight of my house, I actually bumped into a middle aged lady as
I looked behind me to check my progress against the rest of the boys. I
don’t know who was more shocked. We both just stood there, stunned at
what had happened. She moved first, scanning my body up and down but
for some reason I just could not move – I was literally frozen in fear.
She then started shouting at me and I saw the boys run past me – they
had obviously gotten worried about getting into trouble. I took off
after them, with the woman shouting after me.
When we got
back to the house, we all bundled in and, understandably, the others
started laughing. Stewart was doing impressions of the expression on my
face when I was caught. They could hardly speak as they were laughing
at me so much. I told them to fuck off – that was the most humiliating
experience of my life. What if she somehow told our parents? “They will
be fine,” said Matthew. “Anyway, nothing you can do about it now!”
I stomped over to my clothes and started to put them back on. I didn’t
even care that I was not wearing any underwear. As I was dressing,
Ollie piped up, “That was so cool – we’ve never done anything like that
before. I can’t really believe that you did it. You looked so funny,
walking around the streets naked. How did it feel?”
“It was awful.”
“Let’s hope there’s no more dares like that one, then!” Stewart interjected.
Matthew then said that he would go next – I couldn’t believe it. Surely
they couldn’t expect me to do anything else! I told them so but was
ignored as Matthew took his first dare of the game. He read it out to
the group.
Dare 2
Bend
over the arm of the sofa and receive a bare-butt spanking. Each
player gets 10 slaps. If you move off the sofa before all slaps
are given, start again at the beginning
Matthew didn’t say
anything to start with but then called everyone else over for a huddle.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying but after they finished, he
surprised me by saying he’d accept the dare. He is usually very
anti-pain (on him) so I didn’t think that he would go for it. I was
obviously wrong, however, as he pulled the back of his trousers and
boxers down, revealing his buttocks whilst protecting his modesty at
the front. He took up the position over the arm of the sofa and I was
told that I could go first. I was slightly conflicted – hit him hard
and he might get his revenge but then I at least had the chance to get
him and he would probably be mean to me anyway. I decided to just go
for it and slapped his ass hard 10 times in quick succession. The slaps
were loud and reverberated off the walls. He managed to stay where he
was on the arm of the sofa and I didn’t know if he would last the
others – he really did not like receiving pain. I moved so that I could
see his face and saw that he was nearly crying but was just about
keeping it together. He shot me a look, however, that made me know I
would end up regretting my few moments of fun.
Then it was
Ollie’s turn. I was looking forward to seeing Matthew’s reaction to
getting slapped hard again, on top of what I had already done. Imagine
my surprise, no shock, when he tapped Matthew’s bottom 10 times. It
hardly even made a noise. Maybe he was just being kind. Stewart was up
next and the same again. 10 light slaps. It was just dawning on me when
Paddy came over and told me that they had agreed to slap Matthew
lightly so that he would accept the dare and they could make it worse
for me. My realisation really was then that they would conspire to make
things as bad as possible for me whilst tying to make things as easy as
possible for themselves. So, I had effectively bought the wrath of my
brother and a sound spanking of at least 40 spanks for the price of 10.
Paddy went over to Matthew’s ass and gave the obligatory 10 light taps.
Matthew had, effectively, survived his 40 slap spanking and was now
free to get up.
Without much in the way of ceremony, he told
me that he had completed the dare and what I would suggest to make it
worse for when I did it. I said that I should receive 20 slaps from
each of them instead of 10. Immediately, without even talking to the
others, Matthew told me that this was not bad enough so everyone would
be making a suggestion to make it worse. I could see that he was cross
that I had slapped him so hard and this was part of his payback.
The boys then went into a huddle and discussed their plans. It did not
take long for them to come back to me and tell me their thoughts.
Matthew went first. “I was going to increase your slaps to 25 from each
of us but you’ve already increased it to 20. Instead, I will say that
everyone gets 2 turns.” Damn it. He had made it go to 40 from each of
them in one foul swoop.
Ollie was next. “Instead of using our
hands for the second turn, we will use a belt or a wooden stick.” Fuck.
That was going to hurt even more
Then Stewart spoke up,
“Instead of just baring your ass, you will be totally naked and will
serve ‘corner time’ between slappers.” Not too bad really, I thought,
they had all seen me nude anyway.
Paddy told me his idea last
“We will invite Will and Alex over to join in the fun.” Now, this was
much more of a problem. They were going to expose me to his brothers –
one of whom was older and the other younger. Not only was I going to be
exposed to people outside of our game, I would then also, obviously,
get an extra 80 slaps. I tried to tell them that it wasn’t fair but
they were not listening to any of it. Within seconds, Paddy had texted
his brothers and invited them over. I was told to strip and assume the
position over the arm of the sofa.
A few minutes later, Alex
and Will arrived and I could hear them laughing at what they saw. Alex,
who was the elder brother, asked what was going on. Paddy explained
that I had lost a dare and was now paying it off. Always one to get
involved with such things, he agreed that helping me to pay off a dare
was a very good use of his time. He went first and certainly did not
hold back 20 hard slaps, I was almost crying. Somehow, I managed to
stay still, however, and when it was finished I was told that there
would be 5 minutes of corner time (obviously, getting up for this would
not mean the dare started again.” I was not impressed, however, with
their idea of a corner in which to have corner time. I was positioned
in the bay window, facing out, anyone walking past would clearly see
me. I was instructed to stand with my legs spread, hands behind my head
with my eyes closed. I would not even get to see if anyone walked past
the house and saw me.
It was very hard to just stand there.
My ass was on fire and it was, quite frankly, boring. There was also
the constant worry of people walking past and seeing me.
I
was, however, then brought back to the sofa and Ollie had his turn. And
so it continued, slaps and corner time. Slaps and corner time. I was so
sore by the time that Matthew had his turn. He did not hold back at all
and his slaps really hurt. I had been spanked 120 times already and
knew that I still had 120 to go with a belt. I was well beyond trying
to hold myself together and was openly crying.
It was
decided that I could have a longer corner time to calm down while they
all went and had lunch. I was left in the bay window again – at least
there was no new pain to come for now. An extended corner time,
however, did come with it’s own problems. My legs started to cramp but
I couldn’t really move to relieve my muscles.
After the, now
6, boys had finished eating and chatting, their attention turned back
to me. However bad this morning had been, the afternoon was about to
take a turn for the worse. Things really had escalated quickly – since
mid morning, I had streaked from the postbox a few streets away and
been spanked 120 times by my peers. This afternoon, it would be another
120 spanks with a belt. I didn’t even know whether there would be any
more dares after that! At least Paddy had run up the road in his boxers
and I had been able to spank my annoying brother but, in reality, my
suffering didn’t really know any company.
Again, Alex went
first and swung the belt with force. However much his hand had hurt
this morning, the belt certainly hurt more. It took every bit of
concentration to stay put. There was no chance, however, of saving any
dignity and I was balling and begging away. After probably not more
than a minute, it was over. 20 slaps with the belt on my defenceless,
naked ass. When I stood up, my tear faced shame was visible for all to
see along with my limp cock. Alex made some sort of comment about me
being some sort of sissy and deserving all I got. Again, corner time
was served in the bay window but I was not trusted to keep my hands in
place any longer and they were tied behind my neck. I was, however,
given half an hour of corner time to let my ass recover. It was 3 and
my parents would not be back until after 7 so there would be plenty of
time for all to have their turn.
And so it continued all
afternoon. 20 slaps with the belt, much to the amusement of all
present, followed by half an hour of corner time. Particular
humiliation when Paddy’s younger brother, Will, had his turn. Imagine a
teenager submitting to a naked belting by a younger child…. During the
afternoon, I also had to beg and plead to be allowed to use the
bathroom so that I could urinate. Fortunately, it was granted without
having to pay any sort of extra ‘tax.’
As earlier, Matthew
was last and I could tell by the look on his face that he meant
business. It was between 530 and 6. My hands were untied before he
started (as well as concentrating on my ass, I also had the added
discomfort of my hands being tied behind my neck all afternoon – there
was no point in constantly retying, apparently) as there was no need
for corner time after Matthew finished. The addition had clearly stated
‘corner time between spanks’ and, as no more spanks were due, there was
no more need for corner time. The boys had argued this one through
during an earlier corner time.
Matthew swung hard and
deliberately. My ass was in so much pain but somehow his slow speed
made it seem worse. He counted aloud as he went. To my surprise, he
stopped at 19 – not that I wasn’t grateful, any reduction was only to
be welcomed. Maybe he felt some brotherly sympathy for me. Maybe he
made a mistake. He had, however, certainly stopped. I was just about to
get up when he crushed my hope and reminded me that I still had one to
go. Damn it! He had remembered. But, instead of delivering the last
shot, he put the belt down and sat on another sofa. I just lay there,
crying, in pain and confused. The others took up seats after collecting
sodas and snacks and turned the TV on. I tried to think back – I had
certainly been told 20, and that I had to stay put until all were
delivered. So, in pain and still crying, I just lay there. An announcer
between programmes told me that it was 630 – I was starting to get
worried as I knew my parents would be home soon. However, nothing
happened so I continued to lay there.
I must have looked
ridiculous, naked, laying over the arm of the sofa with my friends
sitting watching TV. My face was almost in Ollie’s crotch as he sat on
the sofa I was laying over but all ignored me.
After what
seemed like forever, our parents’ car turned onto the driveway.
Panicked, I asked if I could get up. Nothing was said. The car lights
went off. The doors closed. There was nothing else for it – I got up
and quickly got dressed. I was only just dressed when they came into
the living room and found ‘us’ watching TV. Mum went upstairs and Dad
to the kitchen to make a start on dinner. I said to the boys, “That was
close! I was so nearly caught. That was a good one – you really worried
me.”
Matthew’s reply, however, was not what I was expecting.
“You got up before I finished so we start again from the beginning. Our
arms are all tired, however, so we will wait until tomorrow.”
I stood there in disbelief. “Surely you didn’t expect me to be laying
over the sofa, naked, while Mum and Dad walked in!” I was incredulous.
Once again, this was clearly going too far. Matthew went on to explain,
however, that he had arranged with Ollie and Paddy that they would
divert Mum and Dad straight to the kitchen to see a surprise while he
tapped me one last time – it was a test to see if I would follow the
rules or not. I had, apparently, failed. “Anyway, I am sure that they
will find out at some point anyway so maybe it wouldn’t have mattered
if they’d seen you.”
I was quite dumbfounded. That really
would have taken some will power, to stay over the arm of the sofa with
Mum and Dad in the house. I also realised quite how cruel my brother
could be. There was not really anything I could do about it, however,
as Mum walked back into the room. I spent an uncomfortable half hour
watching TV and chatting – my ass really did hurt. Everyone apart from
Ollie had to leave but he stayed for dinner with us.
After
we’d eaten, Ollie, Matthew and I went up to my bedroom and discussed
what had happened during the day. As it was all recounted, I found
myself going red with embarrassment but also going hard. I really
wasn’t sure why. I think that I got away with it, however. For some
reason, though, I was not cross with my brother or my friend. Deep
down, I think that I knew that I had enjoyed it to at least some extent.
After Ollie left, Matthew went off to his room and I lay in bed
thinking about today. It was quite cool to see Paddy running around in
his pants, and to see Matthew splayed over the sofa baring his ass. I
wondered if any of the others were having similar thoughts about me. My
hand crept to my cock and I found it hard again. It did not take long
for me to dump my load. I cleaned up and got ready for bed. What a day
it had been.
The following morning, I awoke just as the
folks were leaving for work. Matthew was already up. When I got to the
kitchen, I found that Paddy was already there as well. He told me that
Alex and Will were not able to come today – this gave me some hope that
my bruised ass would be spared some abuse today. We sat and chatted
whilst eating some cereals and toast. Stewart arrived next followed
shortly afterwards by Ollie.
Without much ceremony, I was
ordered to strip and assume my position again. Ollie went first today,
laying into my ass with his hand. After 20 slaps, I was told that as we
had all day, corner time could be 20 minutes instead of 5. This was
fine, I thought, as it gave my ass more time to recover. I was not even
put in front of the bay window today, I was told just to stand in the
middle of the room. My hands were tied behind my neck as they had been
yesterday afternoon and, as a new addition, a blindfold as well.
I stood in the middle of the room, everything just hanging out
blindfolded and tied. As yesterday, my legs were spread. There was no
way that I could hide anything so I was pleased that it was only my 3
friends and my brother today. Whilst I was standing there, I was sure
that I heard some laughter but put it down to the other boys, quite
understandably, finding the whole thing funny.
And so, it
continued through all 4 boys. Again, Matthew went last. I had, once
again, given up any sense of trying to keep some dignity and was crying
away. As I stood with my assets on display, I naturally assumed that I
would be left for longer as I was yesterday between hand and belt
spankings. I was, however, not.
As I lay back over the sofa, I
fully expected the belt to land and was braced for it. Imagine my total
shock when instead of a belt, I felt another hand striking my ass. I
was really unsure as to who it was – everyone had already taken their
turn to slap my ass. The slaps, however, just kept coming until all 20
had been delivered. And then, back to the centre of the room. I was
really confused. I was sure that I’d received slaps from everyone. I
must have just made a mistake, I reasoned.
I was taken back to
the arm of the sofa and once again and was sure that it would be a belt
and prepared myself again. I grimaced, ready to take the increased pain
but once again, I was really surprised when a hand started to slap my
ass. My face must have given away the surprise that I felt. After the
assault on my ass finished, I was again led to the centre of the room
and Paddy asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask him.
“Why are you having two turns?” I blubbed, “I didn’t get up.”
“We’re not, silly. Now, when I tell you something, remember to behave
and stand still or we will start again. As my brothers couldn’t make
it, I invited my neighbour Sally and her sister Amy.”
Even if
I had been able to move my hands, I think I would have frozen with fear
after this revelation. How could they do this to me? Not only had they
allowed 2 girls, one of whom was in my class at school and had made it
obvious that she fancied me, smack my ass; they had also been able to
examine every inch of my naked body while I had my ‘corner time.’ No
wonder it had moved from the bay to the centre of the room.
Matthew then decided to speak to me, “Ignore Paddy. Move, try to hide
from the girls. Go on. I would love to start all over again.”
I was just about to do so but managed to catch myself. It was very
difficult to just stay standing there, knowing that the two girls were
staring at my naked form, even my cock, balls and ass. I did so,
however, and kept my legs spread even thought I knew this would mean
that they had a totally unobstructed view of me. It was so hard,
knowing that the girls could see me (all of me) but I couldn’t see them
at all. It did make me think – what would stop the boys inviting even
more people over to see my shame? Matthew declared that I needed time
to rest before my belting so I should have 90 minutes of corner time.
Everyone agreed – Sally seemed particularly eager. That made sense as
she had made it very clear that she fancied me. I heard the TV go on
and the sound of people sitting down on the sofas – I was essentially
being ignored, like a piece of furniture or a toy that was ready to be
discarded. It was very odd, standing there with my tackle on display,
two girls and my mates sitting around me watching TV. I didn’t know,
obviously, but I suspected that the girls (and maybe even the boys?)
would have spent at least some time looking at me as well.
Time seemed to be going ever so slowly. I was getting so bored – I
couldn’t see the TV, of course. My ass was stinging (although,
admittedly, was calming down) and my arms and legs were getting sore.
As I stood there, all I really had to think about was the situation
that I was in. I had sort of zoned out so didn’t really notice it
happening but I was brought out of my ‘stupor’ by the excited giggles
of Sally and Amy. My teenage hormones had kicked in – I was hard and
the girls loved it. I could have died from embarrassment and had to
force myself to stand there. The boys, however, were less impressed and
generally decided it was rather disgusting. It did lead Ollie to
proclaim, however, that this was proof that I really was a sissy poof
and enjoyed being humiliated – why else would I have suggested the game
that we were playing. This just led to Sally laughing even more – the
boys had told her that I had just lost a bet but now she knew the truth
– I had had the idea for the game AND I was a willing participant. I
didn’t think that my embarrassment levels could have gone any higher
but I was wrong – Sally making this link just humiliated me even more.
“And to think, I fancied you and even wanted to go out with you. Not
now – I’m not going to go out with a wimp like you!”
Her words
stung and I had to catch myself before I started to cry again. I just
carried on standing there, however, while she continued to berate me.
If anything, it just made my cock even harder. I felt miserable,
however. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up but forced my legs
to stay where they were. It was a matter of pride – in a very odd sort
of way – I had been dared to stand there and boy to boy agreements
dictated that I must do it or my word would be useless. After a while,
Sally got bored of taking the piss and the boys got bored of telling me
how disgusting what a weirdo I was and got back to watching the TV. My
cock remained hard – I don’t think that there was any pre-cum, the only
silver lining. I started to think about what Ollie had said. I was just
standing there instead of trying to go anywhere; and I had suggested
the game. Perhaps I was some form of freak that enjoyed being
humiliated?
These thoughts were cut short when I was,
rather roughly, taken back over to the arm of the sofa. As I was pushed
down, I landed on my hard cock and yelped in pain – cue more laughter.
Without any other warning, the belt made contact – there was no yelp,
it was certainly a scream now. It was Ollie – he counted as he swung.
20 hits in fairly quick succession. I was a mess again by the end.
Then, corner time again as I cried away. At least my cock had gone soft
again. Ollie announced that corner time would now be shortened – so
that we could play another dare this afternoon. I was only going to get
5 minutes of respite.
By the time I had just about finished
crying, I was being led back to the arm of the sofa for my second round
with the belt. It was Paddy’s turn this time and he really went for it.
After 10, he stopped momentarily and told me that he was really pissed
off with me – how dare I, his friend, get off on being naked in front
of others. How dare I be such a wimp. He told me that I deserved
everything that I got and, with that, started to swing the belt again.
My god, he really was hitting hard. I’m not really sure how I managed
to stay put but I did. Crying away, I was led back to the centre of the
room.
Once again, just as I was finishing crying and there
was at least a little subsidence in the pain, I was being led back to
the arm of the chair. It was Amy’s turn. It was a nice break, to be
honest, her swing was nowhere near as hard as the boys had been. She
just kept on saying how lovely it was to be controlling a naked, older
boy; and she liked the way that my ass ‘danced’ whenever it was hit
with the belt. Then again, back to the middle of the room. This time,
and it was the first time that it had happened so I jumped as it
started, I felt a hand tracing welts along my ass. It was Sally. She
invited Amy over to do the same and both girls kept rubbing and poking
at my ass. They did make the welts hurt more but not as much as being
hit again so I was disappointed when I was led back to the sofa. Sally
was next and certainly hit harder than her sister. I was crying again
by the end – at which point she lent down and told me that I really was
a wimp – how could I cry at the hands of a girl? She said that there
was no way that she would ever go out with me now – but I was welcome
to strip for her whenever I wanted to.
Then, back to the
centre of the room where I was felt up before being brought back to the
arm for Stewart’s turn. Stewart was on the school rugby team and, as
such, was built like a tank. I had been pleased before as he had been
going easy on me but this time, he did not. I could hear the effort he
was exerting by the noises he was making. He was hitting hard. Very
hard. My ass felt like it was being split open. He didn’t even count
himself, Ollie did for him, as he was putting everything into swinging
the belt. One after the other, the blows came. I was screaming at the
top of my lungs. The pain was indescribable. I so wanted to get up and
run away – I probably would have if my arms were not incapacitated due
to my hands being tied. As Ollie counted 20, I knew that I would
finally get a little respite.
As I was led back to the
middle of the room, my ass felt like it was on fire and ever movement
hurt. I was crying, screaming. I must have looked a mess but didn’t
care at that moment. I was just in so much pain.
Matthew
said that he would have his turn after lunch. Amy asked if she could
feel my welts again, Sally said it was fine and that she would make
some food for her. Everyone else then left the lounge leaving just the
two of us. Rather than feeling my ass as earlier, she started to grope
at my dick instead. Despite my crying, I asked her to stop. “Shut up
and accept it or I will tell them that you moved then we will start
again. Tell anyone what I’m doing and we start again.” She hissed,
“this is the first time I’ve ever had the chance to see or touch a
naked boy, I’m not giving up this chance.”
I knew that she
would tell them so stood still. As she groped, pulled, twisted my cock
started to get harder and harder. I just couldn’t help it. I was sure
that I would start to leak pre cum soon. Luckily for me (or so I
thought) we heard the others coming back so she moved her hands back to
my ass and started to feel my welts again.
At that moment, I
wasn’t sure what was worse. Her manipulations were making my ass hurt
again, especially as she started to dig her nails in to the welts. As
Ollie came in, though, he immediately commented upon my hard cock, “See
guys, I told you not to worry. We didn’t go too far – he loves it!” I
was just going to say something but Amy dug in particularly hard with
her nail as if she was reminding me to keep quiet. There was no way in
which I wanted the ass abuse to start yet again so I kept quiet.
During lunch, the conversation was obviously based around me and the
situation I had found myself in. Amy continued to stroke, prod, poke,
scratch my ass the entire time – rather than getting the respite that I
had hoped for, it meant that it continued to hurt just as much. Every
now and then, there were particular spikes of pain as she squeezed
particularly hard with her nails or caught me in a particularly painful
spot. Somehow, my cock remained hard. The boys were getting all the
evidence they needed that I wanted to be abused and humiliated.
After they finished lunch, Matthew said that it was now his turn but he
wanted to do things ever so slightly differently. He wanted to belt me
standing where I was rather than putting me over the arm of the chair.
They discussed quickly between themselves and decided that dares should
not be modified part way through unless I agreed to it. He said that he
would ask me after lunch was cleared away and I heard them tidying up.
The extra abuse of my ass even stopped. Then, without warning, Matthew
was whispering in my ear. “It’s simple, you agree or I will stop at 19
again.”
Moments later, the general conversation was getting
closer and it was clear that the others were coming back. Matthew then,
in a normal voice this time, asked if I would be happy to stand where I
was instead of going back over the arm. I knew that I had to say yes –
I believed him completely that he would be vindictive enough to make me
go through all of this yet again by leaving me over the arm of the
chair when our parents got home. “Yes.”
Sally commented that
she liked the new plan as she could watch my cock while I was being
hit. Paddy and Stewart offered to grab my ankles so that I did not move
and I then felt their hands pulling my legs away from each other.
Matthew then swung. It did not hurt any more than it had with the
others. Like yesterday, he had a slower, more deliberate pace than the
others but for the first 10 swings, it was bad but no worse than I
expected. At the 11th, however, the end of the belt snaked
around my body and hit me at the top of my right thigh. It was the
first time I’d been hit there so it was a surprising sting. Just an
accident, I was sure. Then, the 12th snaked around again.
Closer to my cock this time and I had a sudden, gut wrenching moment of
realisation as to why he wanted me standing. The 13th hit
the shaft of my still erect cock. The pain exploded through. “Yes, got
it!” Matthew exclaimed much to everyone’s amusement. Hit 14 hit me
square on the cock head. Once again, new waves of pain spread through
my body and I screamed so loudly that I was surprised the neighbours
didn’t hear it. 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19 all managed to hit me on my (now
limp) cock as well after which it was in so much pain that I was sure
it was going to fall off. After 19, the pause was even longer and I was
really worried that he was going to leave me again despite my agreeing
to standing. Without any warning, the final strike came and I
immediately wished that he had left me – he must have moved so that he
was in front of me which caused a longer delay as the belt made contact
with my cock and balls and snaked up between my legs so that the end
caught my ass.
The two boys holding my legs let go and I
collapsed to the floor, unable to move my hands to hold my nads as I
wanted to. I got into the foetus position and just lay there screaming.
I was left alone. After a while, my screams became crying and
eventually sobs. At this point, my hands were released and I gingerly
went to feel my balls. They were swollen but still there (I wasn’t
convinced that they would be!). The blindfold was also removed.
When I looked around, I saw that the 4 boys were playing on their
phones, Amy was sat staring at me and it was Sally who had removed my
bindings and blindfold. I was so embarrassed – not only was I currently
naked in front on Sally who was right next to me, I had been for hours
and she had seen EVERYTHING. Even a hard on. She winked at me and said
that she had really enjoyed her day – I could do a repeat performance
any time. I begged her not to tell the other girls at school. “No
promises! But, if you get up again now so we can have one last look
before we go home, I will think about it.”
I obviously did not
want to but wanted to try and stop everyone else at school finding out
so I started to force my limbs to get me up. I was so sore, everywhere.
I took the opportunity to have a look at myself and saw a large red
stripe going all the way along my cock and down my balls. There were
also other welts running perpendicular. My poor cock looked a mess. I
could only imagine what my ass looked like.
I somehow managed
to get up. I was holding my hands over my cock and Amy said that it was
not fair. She wanted to see me again. Sally said that it was just about
time for them to go so I was running out of time. I really did not want
to show them again but really did not want my secrets to be spread
around school and they had already seen everything so I moved my hands
and put them behind my head. It seemed very odd, just standing there
naked while 2 girls ogled me. “As I said, any time.” Sally said as they
were leaving.
Dares 3 to 5
“Right, it seems as though we are ready for the next
dare.” Ollie announced. I looked at the clock – it was only 2 so still
plenty of time but I had hoped for a break. He told me to go and get
some clothes on which I did and asked if we could have a break. “No.”
was the simple reply from all of the boys. “We have talked about it a
lot. We were worried that we’d let things go too far but you clearly
enjoy what we’re doing to you so we don’t need to worry. We’re having
fun as well. However, we have been a bit surprised at what a pussy,
wimpy fag you are.” Said Stewart.
“It is going too far. Please can we just give it a bit of a rest?”
“See, total pussy, wimpy fag!”
With that, the box was brought out again and it was Stewart’s turn to
pick out a dare. He dipped his hand in and pulled out a slip of paper.
Drink a glass of water from the toilet. Any you vomit out, you must lick up.
Stewart immediately said that there was no way that he was doing that.
It was far too disgusting. I became hopeful – at least if he didn’t do
it then the dare would not get even worse. Matthew said that he wanted
to have a quick word with Stewart and they went over to the other side
of the room and whispered away to each other. They then called the
other 3 over and they whispered between themselves. My heart started
sinking – surely this could only mean one thing.
They then
came back over to me and Stewart announced that he had changed his
mind. He would do the dare after all. I was intrigued – what had my
horrible brother suggested to convince Stewart to do something quite so
gross. We followed Stewart to the kitchen where he picked up a shot
glass and then to the downstairs bathroom. He then went over to the
toilet and lifted off the lid to the cistern. He put the tiny glass
into the clean water of the cistern and drank. The dare had read drink
a cup of water from the toilet – clearly not what was intended but even
I had to admit that what he had done met the criteria of the dare. Damn
it….
After he replaced the lid of the cistern, he asked me
what I would now do to make the dare worse. I told him that I would
need a minute to think about it which he gave me. Clearly, I would be
drinking water from the bowl of the toilet so if I said that, even
though it would be totally gross, there was no way in which it would be
considered ‘bad’ enough. I remembered back to something I’d read online
about urine being sterile and fairly safe to drink. It would be awful
but hopefully bad enough to prevent everyone sharing their ideas.
“I will drink the toilet water AFTER each I have pissed into it.”
“Whoa! That is terrible. You fucking pansy. How could you want to drink
piss? You, Phil, are the most disgusting, perverted person I know.
Hell, yeah, that certainly makes the dare worse. My addition is that
you will use a pint glass.”
Fuck. Drink a pint of piss. Where had my life gone so wrong?!
With that, I urinated into the toilet. The water quickly turned yellow
and I could smell the tell-tale whiff of urine. I felt a little bit of
vomit making its way up toward my mouth and I had to fight to keep it
down. After I had finished, I gingerly put the pint glass down into the
bowl and found that it was not possible to fill it too much due to the
shape. I was, of course, hopeful that they would let me off and I would
be able to just drink the small bit in the bottom but, of course, no
such luck. I was told to use the shot glass to fill it up, so my hand
repeatedly went into the pissy water. It seemed to take forever, and I
kept retching at the thought of drinking it, but it was finally full.
In hindsight, it would have been easier to piss straight into the glass
and then fill it up with water but too late now.
I really did
not want to do this. It was an awful feeling and just the thought of
drinking it made me want to puke. The boys started to tell me to get a
move on – but Matthew went one stage further. “If you do not start
within 60 seconds, I am will start streaming on Instagram Live!” and he
started to count down. I knew the fucker would do it, so brought the
glass up to my lips, closed my eyes and took a sip. It wasn’t actually
too bad – it tasted a bit bitter but it was certainly the thought of
what it was that was worse. I managed to keep the vomit down and now
that I had started, I just wanted it over and chugged the rest. After
the glass was empty, I really had to fight to keep the vomit down and
after about 30 seconds, I was told that I could have a clean drink of
water.
Rather than cheering my achievement or anything, I was told how disgusting I was.
I had hoped that would be an end to it today but no such luck. It was
only 2:30 so there were hours left until the parents came home. I was
only given 5 minutes before Ollie announced it was his turn to take a
dare out of the hat. My heart sank.
Suggest two ways in which the game could be modified to make it less fun for Phil and more fun for everyone else
This really did not
seem fair. Ollie would not have to actually do anything that could
embarrass him or make him uncomfortable, but things would get worse for
me. I was horrified and started to say how unfair it was, but everyone
else thought it was wonderful. Matthew claimed responsibility for this
one – it was his plan to ensure that only I had to suffer, he had also
written other ones where the picker would not have to do anything to
themselves!
Ollie gladly accepted the dare, and reminded
me that I would then also need to make two suggestions as to how the
game could be made worse for me.
His first suggestion
came quickly. “When we are playing, Phil should be naked the whole time
unless a dare instructs him to put clothes on. Naked includes no
covering up of his privates!”
The rest thought that this was a
wonderful idea. I did not. This, of course, did not matter and I was
made to strip, and stand in the middle of the room without covering
anything up.
His second idea did not make me feel any happier.
“Secondly, every time we play, we will invite two other people to join
us. While they are playing, they have the same rights as us in making
suggestions to make the dares worse. Phil has to explain to new people
what is going on – including telling them this was all his idea.”
Again, there were roars of laughter. Matthew quickly got on his phone
and invited two of his friends over – for a special surprise. It was
Billy and Rob – two people who I had really pissed off when I reported
them for vaping at school.
Then, I was told it was my
turn to make two suggestions to make it worse for me. I was already
facing extended nudity and being shared with lots of other people. I
struggled to think as they all laughed at my expense.
“OK. My
two ideas. Every time a new idea is drawn, I get 10 spanks from
everyone who is present, and I am given time limits to start each
activity as Matt did earlier.”
Ollie agreed that these would
make it worse for me, but did not think they were bad enough and
invited ideas from everyone else. I was flabbergasted – they seemed
awful to me. But, of course, I had no say in this and had to just stand
there as they all started to think of ideas.
Paddy spoke up
first: “Earlier, Matt wanted to make a slight change after we got
going. This seems sensible as you may not realise what will make it
worse until after you start. Matt had to ask Phil if it was OK to make
a change – that will not be needed going forward. After he has started,
anyone present can make a suggestion and if it is agreed by everyone
else, ie not including Phil, then the change can happen.
My second
idea – whenever he is naked for any reason, he has to get permission
from someone to put any clothes back on again until the whole dare game
is finished.”
Roars of laughter erupted from the group as they realised quite how awful Paddy’s suggestions were. Followed by their approval.
Stewart was next. “OK, my two ideas. Firstly, we will start a second
pot, called the punishment pot. This will have ideas on that we, or
anyone we invite, can write down. Any time that any one of us feels
Phil is not putting 100% into a dare, or he is holding back on
suggestions that he has to make to make the dare worse, or if he
complains or hesitates; he will have to complete one of the
punishments. It will be our absolute discretion if he needs a
punishment, the punisher does not even have to justify why he is
getting a punishment if they do not want to. Only us 4, though, can
give punishments.”
This was met with absolute approval from
everyone. What a great way to extend my suffering. I started to
complain about this but was quickly shut down by Stewart. “This is
exactly the sort of thing that gets a punishment. YOU asked us to do
this, this game was YOUR idea. YOU get hard when you’re being
humiliated. YOU DO NOT GET TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ANY OF IT, EVER!”
He quickly wrote something down and put it into a bowl, then picked it
back out. “Phil will ask everyone present to kick him in the balls.”
This was obviously not something I wanted to do, but I resigned myself
to fate and asked each of them to do so. Before Stewart, who was first,
kicked me he reminded me about the no covering up rule – this would be
enforced so no ball cradling allowed.”
After I was kicked in
the balls 4 times, and after I had finished puking, I was told to stand
in the middle of the room once again to hear Stewart’s second idea. “My
second idea is that we will take photos and videos of Phil completing
the dares. I am worried that he is going to go back on his word – and I
am having too much fun! These photos and videos will be kept private
unless he stops playing in which case they will all be released.”
Matt thought that this was a wonderful idea – I clearly needed to be
kept in check. He did not feel, however, that this was a thing to make
it worse, it was more of an insurance policy that just made sense – and
he thought that Stew should be able to make another suggestion to make
it worse. This was the first test of ‘modify if everyone agrees.’ His
argument seemed to make sense as everyone did agree.
“OK,
any time that we are playing and he is not actively doing a dare, he
should be blindfolded and his hands tied behind his neck. Eg when we
are thinking about how to make things worse, if we need to wait a while
before starting.”
This was deemed an excellent idea too and I was quickly put into this position.
I was dreading what Matt would say – but it was worse than I expected.
“I’m not going to say mine yet. I will wait for Billy and Rob so they
can also make their two suggestions.”
With that, I was left
naked, vulnerable and blindfolded until I heard the inevitable knock on
the door. I heard Matt telling his friends that they were in for a big
surprise, but that I would explain what was going on myself.
I
knew when they had come into the lounge when I heard the roars of
laughter. It got even worse when I started to explain everything to
them – they found it especially funny when I told them it was all my
idea. I went through every rule, and then asked them for their ideas in
how to make the game worse for me.”
I had to just stand there
as they continued to laugh and make comments about my body. They
thought this was an excellent pay back to me getting them in trouble.
Rob gave his ideas first. “My first thought is that you are being too
kind to him. At the moment, you are only suggesting ways to make it
worse if someone else does the dare. If the person who draws the dare
does not do it, then do what you are currently doing ie the person who
drew makes it worse, get Phil to make it worse and if his idea is shit
then everyone gets to make it worse. If the drawer does the dare (in
its original form) then a new dare is added to the pot.” This was also
seen as a brilliant way forward – and it could mean that the game never
ended. I knew better than to complain, but did think that this was
rather unfair.
“My second idea is that wherever he is while
the game is continuing, he must always be wearing the least amount of
clothing in the immediate area – no matter who else is about and
whether or not the game is being played. Eg if he is at the beach and
people are wearing swimming costumes, he would only wear underwear but
if someone was in underwear, he would have to be naked. He would always
have to get totally naked to go into a public bathroom as it is quite
possible that someone is just in underwear.” This was seen as another
brilliant idea.
Billy gave his ideas next. “The first one
is simple. Phil has to wank to ejaculation at least once every day –
however, this will be done in front of other people and before he
starts pumping, he has to ask permission to do so and cannot start
until at least one person says yes, while he is waiting, he has to keep
saying ‘I want a wanky and I want you to watch.’” All of them knew how
humiliating this would be. “And secondly, he has to give at least one
blow job a day until the game is complete.” This was certainly met with
approval and I was sure there would be tenting as the boys realised
what this meant for them.
Now that everyone else had
gone, Matt said that his were simple. “After the final dare is
completed, there will be two special extra ones to finish the game off.
Secondly, Phil has to ask us to pull out a dare or a punishment and
thank us for giving up our time to give him the experience that he
wanted.”
I dreaded what the extra dares would be, but
whilst the second idea did not create more humiliation, it did seem to
be particularly humiliating. I stood there squirming and hoping the
ground would swallow me up, when I was surprised by Matt then going on
to say I needed a second punishment as I had not requested my 10 spanks
from each person present when the previous punishment was drawn. I had
no idea if he has actually drawn anything or not, but he announced that
the slip read simply, “Tell Mum and Dad tonight about your desire to be
humiliated and about the game we were playing.”
With that horror to think about, I requested my 20 spanks from each person and started to contemplate my parents’ reaction.
After receiving 20 spanks from each of them (Roy and Billy hit
particularly hard) I was told there was time to draw one more dare. I
remembered what I had been told and asked to draw a card. As the other
4 boys had drawn a card, I assumed it was my turn but no – I was told
off for being ridiculous – of course I would not pick a card and was
told to ask for a punishment card. I did so, as well as my 10 spanks
per person. Ollie read it out, “5 minutes locked outside.” After the 60
extra spanks my ass was on fire and I was bundled outside the front
door where I just knew that I would be visible from the street but I
was still blindfolded so had no idea who had seen me.
When I
was finally allowed back in, my cock was rock hard and I was told to
ask for my daily wanky after asking Paddy to draw his dare. I was still
blindfolded and Paddy read out, “Sunbathe in the garden wearing your
underwear for at least 10 minutes.”
This was clearly going to
result in much exposure for me. According to the stupid new rule,
everyone would now be able to make it worse. Paddy said that I would
obviously be naked and would have to lie on my back the whole time. My
idea was to sunbathe for an hour rather than 10 minutes – it was agreed
that this made it worse but was not bad enough. Stewart said that I had
to remain hard the whole time but was not allowed to cum, Ollie said
that I had to go right in the middle of the lawn rather than hide near
the fence, Billy said that I would be smeared in honey, Rob said that I
had to play music loudly so that I would draw attention to myself and
Matt said that I would have to come back through the front door rather
than the back door.
Then, there was no secret any more,
Paddy just asked outright if anyone had ideas about how he could do the
dare without too much difficulty. I was told to ask for my daily public
wank so while they thought it through, I had to stand there asking for
a wanky. Billy read the slip again – and realised that it didn’t
specify only underwear, just that it said wearing underwear. Paddy
therefore accepted the dare – he went and lay outside for 10 minutes
fully clothed as he was wearing underwear. I was pushed outside too and
told that I could have my daily public wanky. As Paddy just lay on the
ground I therefore had to wank in the garden after my hands were
released. It did not take long to cum and before I knew it, it was time
for me to go right into the middle of the lawn – overlooked by both
neighbours and lay there stark bollock naked making sure that I stayed
hard. The blindfold was not removed. The honey just felt uncomfortable
to start with but it was only a few minutes before I realised how
horrid this was as I started being bitten as ants and other bugs
started to attack it. It was really hard to stay hard without cumming
as I was so worried about being seen, and being continuously bitten.
With the music playing loudly from someone’s phone, it was fairly
obvious that I would be seen.
I was filmed and photographed at several points during my sunbathe. At least they pretty much left me alone while I lay there.
When the hour was finally up, I was not told, I just had freezing cold
water sprayed on me to get the honey off. I was not allowed to take the
blindfold off even now – I was pushed through the gate and told to make
my way to the front door. I heard the gate lock behind me and was not
really surprised to find the front door locked when I got there. I
asked as politely as I could for someone to open the door. There was no
answer and as I was naked, I knew I wasn’t allowed to cover up so
wasn’t sure what I could do apart from just stand there. It seemed like
forever (it was about 2 minutes) before Ollie called through the letter
box that I could come in if I stood right at the end of the driveway
(ie right next to the pavement) for 1 minute. I knew I had no choice
and did my best to get there while still blindfolded and was relieved
when Stew came and removed the blindfold and told me to come inside.
Paddy had put an extra dare into the pot. There was only about half an
hour till my parents got home. Billy told me that he had been chosen to
receive today’s blow job. The blind fold was put back on so I did not
see his dick – mine was the only one that needed to be on display – and
he turned his back to everyone else. He pulled it out through his fly
and I felt it tapping against my lips. Now, I had never done this
before so I was not really sure what I was doing. I was very hesitant
to get going and was given a 30 second count to begin. I knew I would
end up having to do it, and that it would just mean more tasks, so I
reluctantly let his dick into my mouth. He slammed his crotch straight
into may face and I felt a few pubes against my nose and he repeated
this over and over again. He was face fucking me. It was only seconds
before water cum spurted from the end of his cock which I swallowed as
quicky as I could. I hadn’t really had to do anything much that time,
and he put his dick away before I was told to remove the blindfold and
laughed at mercilessly for doing what I had just done – and with a
boner again.
As the parents would be home soon, now was time
for me to beg to get dressed. I had to literally beg at their feet,
subjugating myself with my head on the floor and ass up in the air.
After about 10 minutes, Rob said I could if I gave him a BJ too. So,
once again, I was blindfolded and had to suck his dick too. He remained
much stiller than Billy, I had to move my head back and forth as I
sucked on his erect penis. All of this was, of course, photographed in
such a way that I could be seen but it was not clear who owned the
penis. With just minutes to spare, he squirted in my mouth and I was
allowed to dress – but remained shirtless so I could be the least
dressed there. They all left, laughing as they went leaving me with
Matt about to talk to my parents.
While we were waiting, Matt
made sure that the version I was going to give them painted only me in
a bad light. He made it clear what would happen if I did not do as I
had been told.
They arrived home together and after they had a
chance to get out of their work clothes etc, Matt called them to the
lounge and told them that I had something to tell them.
I
stood in front of them as they sat on the sofa, drinks in hand. Now,
Matt had taken a calculated risk here. Although they had never said
anything, we were both sure that they knew about the dare games we had
played. They had always believed very firmly in their children taking
responsibility for their own choices and whilst they were generally
strict, allowed us to make our own mistakes. He reasoned, therefore,
that they would let it go as long as we were safe; and would probably
be pleased that we were doing something else than just being on a
screen all day every day. However embarrassing this would be, I hoped
that they would put a stop to it as I could get out of this without
losing face.
I was red with embarrassment as I stood there.
Dad got fed up of waiting and told me to speak or to go away so he
could watch the news before dinner. Matt said ’10 seconds’ – neither of
them knew what that meant but
“OK. I just wanted to tell you
about a game I have asked Matt and a few friends to play with me. I
think you know that we have been playing dare games for a while. Well,
they were getting bored so I suggested a new way of playing it. They
can pass along any dares they don’t want to do for me to complete, and
if they do the dare, then I have to do it anyway but they can think of
ways to make it worse and if they do it, another dare is put in too. If
I complain or do not put 100% effort in to a dare, there is also a bowl
of punishments that can be drawn for me to complete. There are some
other rules that go alongside the game – for example I always have to
wear fewer clothes than anyone I am with until the game ends which is
when there are no more dares in the pot, and Matt can invite other
people to come and play. I thought I should tell you as you might find
me wearing fewer clothes than usual or completing a dare. I hope you
don’t mind us playing the game, I just thought it best to let you
know.” Matt had been clear that I did not tell them about things like
daily public wanking or the blow jobs.
When they had
finished laughing, Dad said that it was fine with him if that was how I
had chosen to spend my holiday. Mum said she was happy too – but that
she would also add ideas to the punishment pot and would also use it if
I was in trouble. They checked that Matt was happy to do this – which
he made a big thing out of doing it to support me and that he was happy
to help me even though it was taking up his holiday. He then told them
that I had forgotten to tell them that when a dare or punishment is
needed, I need to ask for it to happen to me, thank everyone after it
was done and ask for 10 spanks from everyone present. He also said that
he was hot so he removed his shirt which meant that I had to remove my
shorts so I was now stood in just my boxers.
As I had not
told them some of the key rules, a punishment was needed. They both
agreed and Matt pulled one out. “Kiss everyone’s feet for one minute
each.” I knew what I had to do – I asked everyone to spank me 10 times
and if I could kiss their feet for 1 minute each. Everyone roared with
laughter and then I was put over the arm of the sofa and spanked by
hand 30 times over my underwear. Then Matt said to make it worse, he
would make me do it on both feet. I said 2 minutes per foot instead of
1. Matt pushed his luck and said that was not bad enough – Mum asked
what that meant and he told her that they could both now add to the
punishment. I thought that they would say enough was enough but no –
Dad jumped right in and said after I had kissed his feet, I could lick
his shoes clean and Mum said that I could then act as a foot rest for
her as she watched TV!
So, I was there in just my boxers
kissing their feet as they watched TV and then bending over in front of
Mum with her feet on my back as I used one hand to hold Dad’s shoe as I
licked it clean. During the advert break, they spoke about the ‘game’
and told me very clearly that I had to take the consequences of
suggesting this silly game and that whilst they were not overly happy
that they would make sure I fulfilled my obligations. They just said we
both needed to be careful.
Mum was about to head off to make
dinner when Dad said that we should have a take away instead so she
just stayed watching TV using a hardly dressed me as a foot stool. When
the food arrived, I was told to answer the door which was embarrassing
in my state of little dress but was then allowed to sit with them at
the table while we ate. The topic of conversation remained this new
game. They wanted to know a bit more about what I had already done and
roared with laughter and took the piss out of me mercilessly. We all
knew it would just be a matter of time before they caught me in the
buff. Matt remained shirtless so I had to remain in my underwear.
We all watched some TV together after dinner – I was careful not to get
into trouble. I couldn’t help but think this had gone much worse than I
thought it would. I didn’t really think they would put a stop to it,
but more likely let us get on with it while they were out. The fact
that they were joining in really did not bode well. The punishment bowl
was upgraded to a much larger one – instead of the desert bowl (which
was already nearly full), it was now a large mixing bowl and mum made a
lovely sign for the side ‘Phil’s Punishment Bowl – please take a slip!’
This was given pride of place on the shelf that was immediately above
the TV – it was very obvious and anyone visiting the house would see it.