Darin in the Dunes 1

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Darin is a city boy, and very much a product of the modern age. When his parents rent an old beach cabin with no amenities for the summer, he knows it’s going to be a nightmare. And he’s right. But he doesn’t know just how scary a nightmare can be till he meets Debby, Pauline, and Mariana… three bored girls who are going to use the boy’s bare body as entertainment in a variety of ways.


Darin in the Dunes: Part 1

by PatrickNaked

Two weeks before summer vacation, Darin’s father announced that something horrible was about to happen. Something monstrous. Something that flew in the face of everything a decent, civilized society stood for.

He said, “This family is getting an electronics enema.”

That sounded… unusual. And gross. Was there now an app for enemas?

Darin asked, “Ummm… why? And it’s not like… a group thing, is it?”

That’s when he learned it WOULD be a ‘group thing.’ Just not the kind his alarmed imagination was both conjuring and recoiling from. And it was actually something much, much worse than what he’d feared.

Mom and Dad had rented a little beachside cabin on an island just offshore of the mainland. They would all be staying there for the entire summer… all three months of it. And just to make this desolate sounding vacation even more barren of anything even remotely enjoyable, there would be no internet connection, no television, no cell phones, no computers.

After Darin recovered from the initial shock, he bleated, “We’ll be completely cut off from civilization. With no communication. What happens if… if World War Three starts?”

Dad said, “Easy. We’ll know when the radioactive ash starts drifting down.”

Mom tried to soothe her agitated son. “It’s not some deserted island out in the middle of the ocean. There’s a little town. A port. Restaurants. Campgrounds. It’s a popular spot. You know that. Don’t worry so much. It’ll be fun. You might even find out you LIKE being away from all the digital distractions. You might actually have fun.”

Dad added, “You can bring your books. And your comic books. But that’s it. Your computer and phone stay here.”

Darin crossed his arms and thrust out his bottom lip. This deserved a full-fledged pout if anything ever did. He was about to be kidnapped and dragged back in time to the Dark Ages. There was going to be nothing at all to do. It was going to be BORING.

Darin couldn’t have been more wrong.

Cabin Fever

Through a forced introduction by a female cousin and her friend, Darin had discovered the pleasures his penis was capable of when he was only eight years old. He’d been producing those pleasures practically every night of the four years since then. There was only so long he could kept such a frequent undertaking secret. His parents found out soon enough. Only a couple of weeks after that revelation, Mom had walked into his bedroom to kiss him goodnight and found him intimately involved with himself. There was no mistaking what the boy was doing. Even if his hand movements beneath the sheets hadn’t given him away, his startled and guilty expression would’ve.

Endless hours of lectures couldn’t dissuade him from playing with himself. Dad had finally thrown up his hands and told Mom, “The only way we’re going to stop him is to tie his hands to the headboard every night. Even then, he’d probably find a way to use his feet. I think we have to face that fact that Darin has found a wonderful new toy and he’s not going to give it up. If I’d learned about it at his age, I probably wouldn’t have either. At least he’s young enough that he doesn’t make a mess.”

As Darin eavesdropped on this conversation, he almost writhed with embarrassment that Mom and Dad were talking about his very private, personal practice. At least they didn’t know what he thought about while he did it. He was troubled by those thoughts himself. If his parents could somehow intuit what went on inside his head while he pleasured himself, he’d never be able to look them in the eye ever again. And they’d probably engage the services of a psychotherapist. Or just have him committed for life.

He was brooding on those thoughts as he stood on the front porch of the little beach cabin. The breeze played with his thick, perpetually unkempt hair. That hair was a natural white-blond color. He could’ve passed for a longtime island resident with sun-bleached locks till someone noticed his pale skin that rarely saw direct daylight. He was a city boy. Little of the sun made its way deep into the canyons between the skyscrapers where he lived.

The cabin sat facing the beach. Behind it were miles of rolling sand dunes. With its peeling paint and weathered boards warped from decades of island sun, the little building was what Mrs. Galman, the rental agent, referred to as rustic. Darin called it a rundown, dilapidated shack that should’ve been bulldozed into the dirt ages ago. It was small, having only a tiny sitting area, a kitchen/dining room, one bedroom, and a restroom with barely enough space for a toilet and sink. The shower was an outdoor affair around the back of the cabin.

Mom and Dad took the bedroom, of course. Darin had to sleep on a battered, lumpy couch directly across from their bedroom door. This arrangement provided him none of the privacy required by a twelve year old boy for his nightly personal explorations.

The nights were hot, even with the windows open to let in the breeze off the beach, so Mom and Dad kept the bedroom door open unless they were engaged in some explorations of their own. Darin sweated so much in the night, he couldn’t even use a thin sheet for cover. He’d had to get used to his parents seeing him in his underwear for the first time in a least two years because even pajama bottoms were a sweltering shroud of misery. Actually, he’d TRIED to get used to it, but hadn’t yet succeeded. He doubted he ever would. His burgeoning pubescence brought with it an increased sense of modesty. Nights and mornings in nothing but his tighty whities were an exercise in embarrassment. And Darin didn’t hide embarrassment well, much to his parents’ amusement.

This was the end of the second week of summer, otherwise known as Hell on Earth. Darin had kept his hands off himself since they’d arrived. There was just nowhere to play with himself in private. Not only was the couch too exposed, the toilet room was tiny and smelled really bad, and the outdoor shower was just a pipe running up the back wall of the cabin to a rusty shower head. It was open to the world. Darin’s parents had to force him to take a shower every day, telling him the cabin was remote… no one was going to see him. Despite their assurances, he kept a constant, nervous eye out for observers while he showered. So, he CERTAINLY wasn’t going to stand out there for any longer than the most perfunctory soap and rinse. Even if the shower had been enclosed… which it should’ve been… the idea of masterbating outdoors seemed depraved. Consequently, he hadn’t touched himself where it counted since this awful vacation began.

Darin looked out over the ocean from the porch. The breeze that morning was brisk and unremitting as it came in off the water. It was nice and cool, something Darin appreciated. He was so tired of being hot and sweaty all the time. He was tired of this island. His parents had told him they’d been planning for this getaway from the city for years, and it was everything they’d dreamed it would be. For Darin, it was pure misery. He wasn’t an outdoor kind of kid. He didn’t like the sun. He didn’t like the endless sand. He wanted to be back home in their high-rise apartment with the air conditioning cranked all the way up to polar. And he wanted his cell phone and laptop. And the internet. This was barbaric. It was child abuse.

While he surveyed the beach from the cabin’s porch, Mom and Dad were out browsing all the odd little shops in the nearby town. He’d refused to accompany them. Something had happened the night before… something traumatic. He was still too distraught to be out in public.

He was dressed in a light blue t-shirt, tan shorts, and tennis shoes. No swimsuit. The idea of venturing out into the waves of that roiling body of foul water teeming with nasty sea creatures filled him with revulsion. This wasn’t the clear, crystalline water he’d seen in pictures and on tv. It was murky and brown. He didn’t even like the smell of it that came in on the breeze. It made him think of rotting fish. But he’d rather be outside gagging on that seawater stench than inside the cabin. The cabin was where IT had happened.

After two weeks of no contact, he’d felt like he was going to explode from all the pent up need between his legs. This desperate desire was fairly new. While he’d enjoyed his nightly self-indulgence for years, it was just something that felt really good and nothing more. Recently though, his body had become much more demanding. It didn’t just want the pleasure he could give it… it’s need for release had become imperative. And, as Darin’s luck would have it, this began a few weeks before Mom and Dad’s dream vacation and its attendant restrictions on playtime with his penis.

Darin wasn’t rewarded for his two weeks of abstinence. Instead, the explosion he feared came to pass the night before his parent’s shopping trip to town. Once he’d finally managed to fall asleep, he dreamt of Miss Green, his math teacher. The substance of the dream was similar to the what he thought of while he masterbated… it was just as exciting and just as disturbing.

The Dirty Dream

In the dream, Miss Green kept him after school for a surprise test. A test for him alone. It was just the two of them in the otherwise empty classroom. Darin was more nervous than usual before a test. He had an idea there was something different about this one. When Miss Green told him the rules, he knew he’d been correct in his suspicions. For every question he answered correctly, Miss Green would remove an article of clothing. For every wrong answer, Darin had to lose a garment. And Darin wasn’t very good at math.

Despite this, he seemed to be holding his own as the test progressed. Even though he was soon down to just his underwear… which was embarrassing… Miss Green was in only her bra and panties… which was exciting. Any elation he felt at this was tempered with the knowledge that the next question would leave one of them revealing something normally kept covered in the classroom. That person could very well be him. The questions had been getting progressively harder.

Miss Green gave Darin a sly smile and said, “This is the last question.” Darin knew this was it. He was about to have to shed his underwear in front of his beautiful, sexy teacher. He was acutely aware of his twelve year old body… his small stature, the lack of hair between his legs, and his less than adult-sized penis. Would she laugh when she saw him?

She slowly drew out the next question, making it last as long as she could. To Darin, it seemed to take hours. When she reached the conclusion, he was totally mystified. He had no idea what the answer could be. He hadn’t even understood most of the question. It sounded like it was in an alien language.

Miss Green put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. She said, “Oh my goodness. We haven’t covered Calculus yet. That won’t be for many more years. I’m so sorry, Darin, but you’ll have to answer anyway. This is SO unfair.”

Of course, he couldn’t answer. He knew what he had to do. Not looking at his teacher, Darin took the sides of his underwear and slid them down to his feet. He stepped out of them and stood before her naked. To his horror, his penis became erect.

Miss Green, who was suddenly fully clothed again, looked him over critically. She said, “Hmmmm… I just don’t know, Darin. We’ll see what the class has to say.”

Darin thought, “The CLASS?” He whirled around to see the classroom had become huge and every desk was occupied. All the girls and boys from every one of his classes was there. Even the kids he only saw in the hallways and other places around school. They all started laughing. Darin wanted to run from the room, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t move at all. He had to stand there before all of his fellow students, naked and hard. The front row was all girls. Their desks were so close, the front edge of the one directly before him was touching his legs. Elizabeth Moore was seated in it. She always teased him in school about how small and slender he was. How he looked like a ten year old. Now she was staring directly at his penis from only inches away. She was smirking. Darin knew more taunts were coming.

Miss Green told him, “There’s one more math problem to solve, Darin. But, don’t worry. You won’t have to do a thing. I just need to count how many inches you have.”

Taking a ruler off her desk, she walked up to him. She took his penis in one hand and held the ruler to it with the other. As soon as she touched him, Darin felt something start growing inside him… a wave like the ones he could hear crashing on the beach even in his sleep. Only this wave hadn’t come down yet. It was still rising, higher and higher like a tsunami.

Miss Green said, “Close, but still not a passing grade. Let’s try something. We’ll see if we can coax another inch out of this thing.” She started sliding her hand up and down his penis. If felt like it was lubricated. He gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. That’s when the wave struck.

The impact made Darin awaken with a shout. The wave was still rushing through him. It was rushing out of him. He’d been sleeping on his stomach. His stiff penis was pressed against the couch cushion. He felt something gushing out of it. He thought, “Oh my God. I’m peeing.” But this didn’t feel like any urination he’d had before. This felt like the pleasures he’d been coaxing out of himself for years. But those pleasures had been nice and neat and dry, something this was definitely not. The front of his underwear was soaked. He realized that after years of masturbating, he was having his first actual ejaculation. And he hadn’t even been touching himself. Then he thought about the couch. It would be just as wet as his briefs. He’d never be able to hide that from Mom and Dad.

As he pushed himself up from the moist cushion, the overhead light came on. Mom and Dad were standing in the bedroom doorway, staring at their son with sleepy concern. Darin stood and stared back at them in mute horror. His penis was still hard, tenting his saturated briefs.

Both parents immediately knew what had happened. Dad told him it was ok and took him by the arm, leading him to the restroom. While Dad washed out the underwear in the sink, Darin used a damp washcloth to clean himself up. Tears coursed down his cheeks.

Darin asked, “That was a wet dream, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. Very wet.”

“That… that never happened before. Not even when I… you know… do it.”

Dad said, “It means you’ve started puberty. Pretty soon, your penis and testicles will start getting bigger. You’ll start growing hair…”

“STOP.”

Dad sighed. “Ok, ok. How can you be so prudish and also so… active in your bed at night?”

Darin had just about finished cleaning up. He looked down at himself.

“Just tell me one thing, Dad. And tell the truth.”

“I always do.”

Darin sheepishly asked, “Am I… like… ok? I mean… my size?”

Dad tried and failed to hide his smile. “You’re perfectly fine, son. I’m sure you’ve seen other boys. You should already know you’re doing quite well for your age.”

Darin blushed, but smiled too.

Mom ruined the moment by bringing a fresh pair of underwear into the restroom. Darin, still naked, shrieked when she opened the door and saw him. It just wasn’t his night.

This was why Darin refused to go to the town with his parents the next morning. Throughout the morning they’d badgered him to forget what had happened and go with them. Not even the bribe of a hamburger and chocolate milk shake at the town’s burger joint could make him budge. He lay curled up on the couch in the fetal position and rejected all their entreaties.

“No, Mom. Noooo. I don’t want anyone to see me. I don’t want either of YOU to see me. For a month. A year.”

Mom gave him one of her tolerant smiles. “You are SO dramatic. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Yes, it IS.”

“Honey, that happens to lots of boys. All that semen is going to find its way out one way or another.”

Darin was aghast. “Oh, my GOD. Don’t talk about my semen. It’s bad enough you SAW it.”

Dad asked, “Have you been doing your usual nightly routine since we got here?”

Darin told him, “How can I? I don’t have any privacy here. I hate it.”

Dad said, “Well, you need to find a way. You’ve obviously started puberty, so it’s going to be messy from now on. And, unlike a lot of parents, we don’t think there’s anything wrong with masterbation.”

Mom added, “Except when you do it every single night since you were eight years old.”

Dad continued, “It’s better to release your payload in a more controlled manner so it won’t be unexpected and messier than it needs to be. Like what you did on the couch. Your mother gave up on getting it out of the cushion. That old fabric was going to go before the spot did. It’ll just have to forever be part of the cabin’s charm.”

Mom added sympathetically, “I know it must be hard for you to find a time and place to take care of such personal business. What about in the shower?”

Darin was shocked his mother would make such a bizarre suggestion. “Outside? In the open? In front of the seagulls? Where anyone could come along and see me?”

She sighed. His parents did that a lot around him. “Well, you need to find somewhere to do it. And since you won’t go to town with us today, you have the perfect opportunity.”

Dad told her, “I doubt he has any left after that gusher last night.”

Mom said, “True. Just let us know the next time you need to take care of yourself and we’ll give you some space. We just want you to be happy. And less messy.”

She leaned down and kissed him on his forehead.

Darin recoiled. “No, don’t kiss me after… after all this. I think I need therapy now.”

The Sand Trap

Mom and Dad had warned Darin they’d be in town most of the day. He could make himself a sandwich when he got hungry. But he had no appetite. He was too upset to even read his comics. He decided he needed to get away for a bit. Take a walk.

He procrastinated on the porch, working up the nerve to venture beyond the bounds of the little shack he hated but had hardly left for two weeks… much to Mom and Dad’s exasperation. The cabin, at least, was familiar. But the beach, with its pounding surf in front of him and the miles of undulating sand dunes behind, was alien territory. It all seemed wild and unrestrained. This was as far from the ordered existence of home as Darin could imagine anything being.

Besides being too humiliated to look his parents in the eye that morning, he had a renewed surge of anger at them for dragging him away from the safe, comfortable environs of their apartment to this hot, sandy hellscape. That anger gave him the impetus to step down off the porch into the the drift of sand covering the worn, wooden steps. Another step took him fully outside the realm of the cabin. He was in the wilds.

He looked down at his tennis shoes. Now that he took the time to examine it, the sand was almost white. When his parents had told him about their plans for the summer, he’d imagined the sand would be nothing more than soggy dirt. It was actually kind of clean and crystalline looking. But it wasn’t going to fool him. He’d heard beach sand could be deceptive. It could hide things like crabs, and shrimp, and alligators.

Darin took a few more baby steps away from the cabin. He figured it would help his state of mind to separate himself from the site of last night’s humiliation. He couldn’t get that moment out of his head. Standing there in front of Mom and Dad, his underpants dripping with… NO. He had to force it out of his mind. It threatened to overwhelm him. It would’ve been less humiliating to have wet the bed… or the couch… in the more traditional way. And after all that, for Mom and Dad to actually TELL him he needed to masterbate. It was too much. The world had gone crazy.

He had to get away for a while… to a place completely unknown to him. A place with no horrible memories. He started walking.

The area where most of the public congregated was about a mile from the cabin. Once Darin reached it, he found it to be sparsely populated that early in the morning. He saw only a few scattered couples out walking along the shoreline in the distance. That was fine with him. He wanted to be alone. He ALWAYS wanted to be alone. He didn't socialize well. His parents were continually trying to get him out of his bedroom and into the world. He preferred the company of his earbuds and comic books.

Ahead, Darin saw a line of three tall, narrow sheds that looked to be constructed of the same rustic wood as everything else he’d seen on this part of the island. They were small, with no room for more than one or two people inside. At first he thought they might be outhouses. He'd heard of those before. Wooden toilets with a hole in a bench to do your business in. Nasty. It wouldn’t surprise him at all for this uncivilized island to have primitive facilities like that.

As he got closer, he saw a woman exiting one in her swimsuit. The brief glimpse he got through the door revealed a bench, but no hole. Darin realized they were changing rooms. He felt self-conscious at his mistake, as though the few people out on the beach could somehow have read his thoughts and were laughing at him.

He decided to check one out. This was a day for new things after all. He walked up to the nearest one and opened the door. A girl inside let out a shriek. Darin's responding shriek rivaled hers in shrillness and volume. He staggered backwards stammering incoherent apologies. Two other girls instantly appeared on either side of him. They must've been hanging out in back of the changing room waiting on their friend. They were screaming accusations at him in stereo.

The first girl came storming out through the door. She looked to be around Darin's age, with blonde hair in pigtails on both sides of her head. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, much like him. She'd been fully dressed when Darin made his unfortunate entrance, so he hadn't seen anything he shouldn't.

The girl to his right was tall. She had long black hair and a dark complexion. She and the third girl were also dressed in t-shirts and shorts. It seemed to be the uniform of the day. The girl to his left was shorter, but still taller than Darin. She had red hair and thousands of freckles. Darin noticed all three of the girls were barefoot.

The black haired girl asked the blonde one, "Are you ok, Debby? What did he do to you?"

"I'm fine. I screamed, so he stopped the assault."

Darin hurriedly tried to correct this mistaken impression. "I wasn't assaulting you. I was just checking out the changing room. I didn't know anyone was inside. Why didn't you lock the door?"

The redhead said, "Oh, right. Blame it on HER. And why were you going in the change room? You don't look like you have a swimsuit with you."

The black haired girl said, "He doesn't. He was just hoping to catch Debby without any clothes on."

Debby yelled, "You perv. Mariana, get his picture in case he tries to run off."

Darin turned to find an iPhone in his face. Mariana clicked a series of photos.

The redhead said, "I ought to kick your balls up into your throat."

Darin was bewildered. The morning had gone from zero to ball kicking in a matter of seconds.

Debby said, "You tell him, Pauline."

Mariana asked, "What do you want to do with him, Debby? You're the one he tried to see naked."

"I didn't," Darin squawked.

Pauline said, "Do we call the sheriff? He doesn't like pervs on his island. You remember what he did to that last one?"

Debby nodded. “There wasn’t enough left of him to put on trial.”

Darin was becoming seriously frightened. He didn’t want to die on this backwater island with its medieval justice system.

Mariana demanded, "Are you a mainlander?"

Darin said, "A what?"

Debby said, "Are you from the mainland, dipshit? Or do you live on the island?"

Pauline said, "He doesn't live here. We know all the local kids.He's a typical mainlander who thinks he can come here and do whatever the hell he wants. Like trying to catch girls naked."

“I DIDN’T.” Darin had the awful feeling he was about to start crying. He wished he’d gone into town with Mom and Dad. Or even stayed in that awful cabin.

Debby said, “Yeah, he’s a mainlander. He has ‘entitled’ written all over him.”

Pauline said, “Are you here with your parents, boy?”

Darin said meekly, “Yes.”

“You want them to have to bail you out of jail? You want to end up on the sex offender database for LIFE?”

Darin’s voice broke as he cried, “What? This is insane. I was just taking a walk down the beach.”

Debby told him, “We’ll give you a choice. We call the sheriff. He arrests you. You hopefully make it to the jail with all your teeth. Mom and Dad learn their little boy is a pervert. You go to prison. Or juvie. With a cute face like yours, you’ll be VERY popular. When you’re out… IF you survive… you end up on the database. Your life is ruined. OR, you let US take care of it, and no one else has to know.”

Option A didn’t sound good at all. But Option B was an unknown element.

Darin asked, “How… how do you mean? How would you take care of it?”

Debby looked smug. “That’s for us to know and you to find out. You have five seconds.”

“WHAT? That doesn’t give me any time at all.”

“Four… three…”

Darin panicked. “Wait, wait. You’re not going to kick me in my balls are you?”

Debby stopped the countdown. “That’s a legitimate question. We won’t physically harm you. Two more seconds.”

“Ok, ok. No Sheriff. You take care of it. Of me. Of whatever. I don’t want Mom and Dad to think I’m some kind of predator.”

Debby smiled. “Good. Just follow us. And remember, we have your picture. If you try to run from this point on, we go to the Sheriff. What’s your name?”

“Darin.”

Mariana said, “Give us your phone. You’ll get it back when we’re through with you.”

Darin confessed, “I don’t have a phone. At least, not with me.”

The girls all gawked at him in disbelief. Debby said, “No one goes out without their phone. Search him, Mariana.”

Darin objected. “Right here?”

Mariana said, “Don’t worry. It’s not a strip search. I’m just going to pat you down. Hold your arms out.”

After Darin reluctantly complied, Mariana ran her hands all over him from his shoulders down. She was extremely thorough. He involuntarily giggled when her fingers probed his ticklish armpits. He did NOT giggle when her hand cupped his genitals and squeezed them through his shorts. He was so shocked that a girl would dare to touch him down there, even through fabric, he couldn’t even voice an objection. He stood mute while she took an inordinate amount of time checking out what he had between his legs.

Mariana gave her report. “No phone anywhere. The kid wasn’t lying.”

Pauline smiled and said, “It looked like you found some other things of interest in there.”

Mariana grudgingly admitted, “More than I expected for such a little shrimp.”

Darin finally could speak. “You can’t just… do that. You can’t handle me down there like that. You’re not the TSA. And you’re a GIRL. That was my private… boy… things.” His face turned red as he stuttered to a stop.

Debby ignored his outburst. “Why don’t you have your phone with you? I don’t normally believe in sin, but that’s getting awfully close.”

Darin had to explain Mom and Dad’s plan for a digital-free summer. The girls were appalled.

Debby asked, “Are they like… hippies or something?”

Darin said, “I don’t think they have hippies anymore. That’s so last century. Mom and Dad are just weird.”

Debby said, “I almost feel sorry enough for you to not do what we’re about to do. But only almost. Come on, Darin. We have a spot way out in the dunes we like to hang out at. It’s very private. You’ll appreciate that.”

Debby picked up a big woven bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder. She started walking. Mariana prodded Darin in the back. He reluctantly followed Debby with the other two girls at his sides. He had the unpleasant impression they were prison guards walking him to the execution chamber.

The dunes rose and fell like the waves coming in from the ocean. There were clumps of long green weeds at their crests. The group walked up and down the sandy hillocks for quite a while. Darin’s legs were getting tired. Walking up and down the stairs at school hadn’t prepared him for navigating this uneven landscape.

He was still worried about what awaited him, but the trip gave him time to think. Something wasn’t right. He spoke up. “Excuse me, Debby. But why were YOU in the changing room? You don’t have a swimsuit either.”

Debby stopped and turned around. Darin and the other two girls stopped, too. Debby had a big smile. “Oops. You caught us. We were, shall we say, engaging a little bit of subterfuge. I was in there waiting for YOU.”

“Waiting on ME? You don’t even know me.”

“Not you specifically, silly. Just a boy. You see, this summer we’ve been playing a new game. For the first version of the game, we tampered with the lock on that changing room door. It looks like it works, but it doesn’t. Most people don’t knock on those doors. They just try the latch and walk on in. We thought it’d be funny to rig it so people get caught changing. And later in the day, there’s a LOT of people around this area. So there’s a lot of people to get caught. And they don’t just get seen by the person who opened the door. The other people standing around sometimes get a look, too. Especially if our victim yells and draws their attention.

“So, we’d just sit on a blanket nearby and watch. We all had our phones out like we were looking at Facebook or something. But we were really recording every little encounter. Mostly they’re just quick glimpses. Whoever opened the door blocked a lot of the shots. But we had videos of lots of men and boys. We wouldn’t record if it was a girl inside.

“Sometimes, we’d put an ‘Out of Order’ sign on one or both of the other changing rooms to increase the traffic to our special one. We caught a LOT of people with that variation.

“Then we got to wondering… why were we sitting on the sidelines only catching glimpses? WE could be the ones who were so SHOCKED to find someone inside the changing room. That was the second version of the game. And Mariana is a photo nut. She’s got all kinds of camera stuff. Even an expensive… DSLR?… with a telephoto lens. She also has a buttonhole camera. It actually looks like a button. It’s teeny tiny, but takes great video. We’d take turns wearing it on our blouses and ‘accidentally’ walking into the changing room. We were more selective this time. Only good looking men or really cute boys. Well… sometimes even boys who weren’t so cute. They still get embarrassed. I don’t know what’s more fun… looking at their dicks or their faces. They usually stand there shocked long enough to get a good look at both.

“Sometimes we’d only get to see their butts. But that’s still good. Even catching them in their underwear is fun. One boy was in a jock strap. He had his back to the door and was just starting to pull on a swimsuit over it. There was that gorgeous butt with the straps around it. Oh my. He turned around, screamed, and fell back on the bench with his legs spread wide. I rewatch that video a LOT.”

Darin listened to this with a growing sense of outrage. How could they do this? To total strangers? They were violating people’s privacy AND recording it all on video. It was monstrous. He also had a renewed surge of anxiety about what awaited him out there in the dunes. If these girls would plan and execute such a diabolical plan in the midst of a crowded beach, what would they do in seclusion?

Debby said, “Anyway, today we decided to mix it up so it doesn’t get boring. Not that it ever COULD, but variety is the spice of life, as they say. Version three. This time, I waited inside for the boy to walk in on ME. You’re our first catch. As soon as you came up, Mariana and Pauline let me know from where they were waiting behind the dressing room. Then it was just a matter of scaring you into agreeing to come out here with us to face your punishment.”

Mariana added, “And you scared awfully easy. We didn’t even have to work at it. That’s kind of sad.”

Debby continued, “And don’t think knowing it was a scam let’s you off the hook. This all plays out the same. Don’t try to run away, or tell mommy and daddy what we did to you once we let you go. We had a camera set up to record our little encounter in the changing room. We’ll have video of you barging in on me. After the Sheriff sees that little clip and hears my tragic scream, do you think he’ll believe anything YOU have to say? No one will believe you. Not even your weird mom and dad. So, just go along with what we do to you and you’ll be fine. Well… not fine. You’ll actually be emotionally scarred. But that’s the price you pay for being an entitled little mainland kid. If it’s any consolation, you have our gratitude. This island can be so boring.”

Pauline said, “We’re lucky the first boy came along so early in the morning so we’ll have LOTS of time to play with you. Thank you, Darin.”

Mariana looked at Darin critically. “And the first isn’t TOO bad looking. Kind of babyish. And short. But I like the hair. It makes you look like a surfer… if you had muscles. And weren’t such a little dweeb.”

Pauline asked her, “What do you mean? He’s a doll. Look at that face. I’ll bet his cheeks dimple when he smiles.”

Debby walked up to Darin, placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him up and down. “I agree with Pauline. A very nice catch. No need to throw him back. He’ll do.”

Mariana asked him, “Be glad you’re not ruining it for us by having a tiny dick. I’d be really annoyed if you did. You don’t want to annoy me.”

Pauline corroborated this. “Mariana is big, if you haven’t noticed. And she can beat up boys as big or bigger than she is.”

Debby added, “She likes to.”

Thoughts of escape were clamoring in Darin’s head. But he had no illusions he could outrun these girls. Especially Mariana. He wasn’t very athletic, and racing up and down over that endless series of dunes would exhaust him in seconds. The girls were at home in this environment. They lived here. Bounding over hundreds of sand dunes would be second nature to them.

Pauline asked Mariana, “What about his balls? Balls are important, too.”

Mariana told her, “Not bad. At least as far as I could feel.”

Debby asked, “Could you tell if he has any hair, yet?”

“How could I feel hair through his shorts AND his underwear?”

Pauline asked, “Are you sure he’s even wearing underwear? Some boys go commando.”

“Yes, I could feel the hem of his underwear’s leg openings. He’s wearing briefs. He hasn’t graduated to big boy boxers, yet.”

Darin was stupefied. How could they discuss his underwear… and his private parts… right in front of him? And they seemed quite capable of taking if even further. Instead of just talking about his penis and feeling it through his shorts like Mariana did, they might make him pull it out and show it to them. The thought of that made his stomach knot up. He was afraid he was going to be sick. Another thought occurred to him. Getting sick might work in his favor. If he threw up, they could be so disgusted they’d leave him alone.

Debby came to his rescue. Kind of. “Leave the boy alone. You’re scaring him. Look how pale his face is. Well, paler than before… this boy needs to get some sun. And anyway, we’re going to see his dick soon enough. AND his balls, Pauline. Don’t worry.”

Darin almost DID throw up. Debby had just confirmed his worst fears. These girls had no regard for the sanctity of other people’s bodies. Especially boys’ bodies. And they had him out there in the dunes all alone. They could do whatever they wanted to him. And whatever they wanted included seeing his dick and balls. It might even be worse. They might not be satisfied with just making him pull his privates out of his shorts. They could make him strip naked. This was too close to what he involuntarily thought about when he engaged in his nightly self-gratification. WAY too close. He couldn’t allow this to happen.

Darin proclaimed in what he hoped was a commanding tone of voice, “NO. I’m not showing you my… what you said. You might as well let me go, cause it’s not happening.”

Mariana said, “Oh, that’s so cute. He sat up and yapped at us.”

Debby asked, “Do you have a problem with girls in control, Darin? Are you sexist? I hope not, because if you are, we’ll have to punish you for that on top of all the fun and games we have planned. Mariana is in charge of all disciplinary measures. And she has strong work ethic. She takes her job very seriously.”

Mariana gave Darin a smug smile. “You wouldn’t last thirty seconds with me, little wuss.”

Debby looked at Darin with concern. “Tell us you’re not sexist. Tell us you’re not THAT kind of boy.”

Darin’s mind was a madhouse of turbulent thoughts and emotions. “I… I’m not sexist. I’m really not. It’s just… my dick and balls are private. I can’t even SAY dick and balls to a girl without getting all knotted up inside. I… I think I’m about to pass out.”

Darin wasn’t being hyperbolic. He’d reached the end of his emotional reserves. As his brain shut down, his eyes rolled up into his head and his legs collapsed beneath him. He didn’t even feel it when he slumped down against the rise of a dune.

Denuded in the Dunes

Voices came to Darin from far away. The words were garbled, like the speakers were talking underwater. An alarm sounded in his head. Was it he who was underwater? Was he drowning beneath that filthy ocean’s waves. He sat up.

Pauline screamed, “SHIT. You just scared the crap out of me.”

Debby said, “We were starting to get worried, Darin. Don’t toy with our emotions that way.”

Mariana told him, “I’m revising my earlier statement. Any boy who faints like that wouldn’t last TEN seconds with me. And you’d probably wet yourself, too.”

Pauline said, “We were so concerned, we went ahead and took all your clothes off so you wouldn’t overheat. I think I read somewhere you’re supposed to do that.”

Darin was still groggy from his unexpected nap. “You took my…”

He looked down at himself. All he saw was pale, bare skin all the way down to his toes. He was suddenly wide awake. He let out an ear-piercing shriek.

Mariana said, “Wow. They could use you for the sever weather siren.”

Debby tried to comfort Darin. “Silly, there’s no need in getting all upset NOW. It’s already done. We’ve seen everything there is to see. And I mean… everything.”

Pauline explained. “We had to make sure you weren’t injured in the fall. So we checked you out.”

“Thoroughly,” Mariana confirmed.

Debby said, “It’s lucky you’re so small and don’t weigh very much. Mariana could do most of the lifting and turning while Pauline and I inspected every bit of you.”

Pauline added, “Every square inch.”

Debbie said, “I actually think we had it down to the half inch.”

Mariana corrected her. “Sixteenth of an inch. It was kind of embarrassing watching you two going all OCD on that boy’s body. I thought you were trying to count his pores.”

Pauline said primly, “There’s nothing wrong with being meticulous. And you know I’m slightly nearsighted without my glasses. I need to get close.”

Mariana laughed. “There’s close, and then there’s leaving nose prints all over his body.”

Throughout this conversation, Darin was still staring down at the totality of his nakedness. The only other times in his entire life he’d been naked outdoors was when Mom and Dad ordered him to use that awful, open-air shower behind the cabin. Dad finally had to threaten to drag him outside, forcibly undress him, and bathe him like a baby before he’d make use of it. The first few times he felt so exposed he did little more than jump into the spray and out again. Mom made him going back repeatedly. He could eventually endure that feeling of vulnerable exposure long enough to achieve a minimum level of cleanliness. But he still kept yelling into the cabin the whole time, “Don’t come out here. I’m still in the shower. Don’t even look around the corner. I mean it. I’m still naked. Don’t you dare look.” His parents’ collective sigh was almost audible through the cabin wall.

Now here he was, stretched out on a blanket the girls must’ve brought along in that huge bag, with all his clothing somewhere besides where it should be, which was on HIM. And in front of three girls who had taken it upon themselves to undress and inspect him… everywhere.

Darin asked in a small voice, “When you say ‘everywhere’… what exactly do you mean?”

Mariana said, “Down to your little pink pucker.” She held up her hands. “Not MY idea. And now I’ll never get that sight out of my head. Direct any complaints to those other two.”

Pauline said petulantly, “What did I just say about being meticulous?”

Darin belatedly did what he’d been too stunned to do before. He crossed his hands over his penis and scrotum. His vision was starting to waver and darken at the edges.

Mariana said, “Girls, I think the kid’s about to faint again.”

Darin said shakily, “My… little… pink pucker?”

Debby told him, “You sound like you don’t believe us. That’s quite insulting. You shouldn’t doubt a girl’s word.”

Pauline said, “Well, we did con him to get him out here. And lied to him about the Sheriff.”

Darin said, “There isn’t even a Sheriff?”

Mariana told him, “Oh, there’s a Sheriff. He’s about ninety years old. And he’d never believe anything WE said. We’re kind of notorious around here. We’re what’s known as incorrigible troublemakers.”

Debby added, “And our reputation is definitely earned. But if you still don’t believe me about your full body inspection, I’ll show you the proof.”

She took out her phone and began swiping through the series of recent photos. Darin made increasing distressed noises with each revelation.

Pauline told him, “If you want to see it all from different angles, I can show you MY collection. Mariana has a lot on her phone, too.”

Darin yelled, “No. That’s enough. Why would you do this? I don’t even know you. Why would you strip me and take pictures of me like that? THOSE pictures. Those aren’t just nudes. They’re… they’re… way more… they show… they show… my little pink…”

When Darin awoke this time, he felt hands sliding all over him. His eyes were still closed, but his other senses were alive in a way he’d never felt before. His skin was warm from the sun, and the hands felt like they were gliding on hot oil. Pleasantly hot. Hands were massaging his slick, oily penis. Other hands were gently squeezing his scrotum and rubbing that area behind it he’d heard was called the taint. His penis was hard. After that massive ejaculation he’d experienced the night before with his parents in attendance, Darin had thought he was too psychologically damaged to ever achieve an erection again. But those silky, slithery hands were coaxing an intense physical gratification from deep between his legs. This was so much more than his own hand ever produced. There was no comparison.

Darin started moaning. It was an involuntary reflex to the rising pleasure within him. He realized that pleasure was about to spill over.

Mariana’s voice said, “Looks like you’ve brought him back to life. You girls have found an alternative to the defibrillator.”

Darin stammered out a warning. “I’m about to… it’s going to…”

He felt one of the hands begin to actively jack him, firm and aggressive. Debby’s voice said, “Do it. Do it.”

And he did. He bucked at the first intensive burst of ecstasy. His hips jerked up, but didn’t come back down. His back was locked in a rigid arch as Debby pumped more of his fluid into the air. Darin could feel it splattering down on his legs and belly.

He collapsed after the last of it left him. But Debby kept working away at his penis, and Pauline was squeezing his balls as though trying to wring even more boy juice out of them.

Mariana said, “I think the well’s run dry, girls.”

Only then did Darin finally open his eyes. He didn’t want to. Awareness of what the girls had been doing to him, and what he had done as a result, was a crushing weight of humiliation.

Mariana’s voice had come from over his left shoulder. He turned his head to look back at her. She smiled and waved. It looked like she’d been recording the action on her phone. “Hi, Spunky. You made a mess.”

Debby said, “And not just on himself.”

Darin looked to where Debby and Pauline were sitting on the blanket to either side of him. They were holding their arms out and making faces at the sticky stuff.

Mariana told them, “I’m the only one here smart of enough to stay out of range.”

Debby said brightly, “No problem. I brought wet wipes and towels for just such an occasion.”

Darin lay there not moving. As the girls cleaned themselves up, Pauline smiled at him. “You’re the first boy I’ve seen squirting his stuff. Actually, you’re the first I’ve seen hard. You’re the first I’ve touched down there. You should feel honored, Darin. You’re my first, period.”

Mariana said, “You had your first period months ago, girl.”

As she and Debby laughed, Pauline looked indignant. “You shouldn’t say something that personal around a boy. Don’t you have any regard for a person’s privacy?”

Darin almost smiled at the irony of that question, considering the source. But he didn’t smile. He wondered if he’d ever smile again.

Once the girls were satisfied they were clean, they started on Darin. He tried to sit up and object, but Mariana placed her hands on his shoulders and easily forced him back down. “Uh-uh, kid. You don’t do anything you’re not told to do.”

Darin sputtered, “But… but… this is outrageous. What you’re doing to me…”

Mariana squeezed his shoulders a little harder. “I’m feeling kindly disposed towards you at the moment. You’re amusing in a clumsy newborn little puppy dog kind of way. But don’t push it.”

Darin lay back, feeling powerless and frustrated while the two girls mopped up his stuff. Some of it had run down his inner thighs. That area tickled indecently as they wiped it clean. He flinched as Debby started to work on his penis. Her grip squeezed out a dribble of his semen. He wished he hadn’t seen that. It looked nasty. He liked his penis better when all that came out of it was pee.

Pauline said, “Don’t use a wet wipe on the head of his dick. It has alcohol in it. It’ll probably burn if it gets down into his pee hole.”

Darin looked at Debby plaintively. “Please don’t burn my pee hole.”

She told him, “Relax. I know what I’m doing. I helped Mom with my little brother when he was a baby. Changed his nasty diapers. So I’m used to cleaning up messy boys.”

Pauline said, “We’ll have to put more sunscreen on him where we had to clean him up.”

Debby told Darin, “That’s what we were doing when you got… overly excited. You’re so pale, you’ll barbecue in the sun without maximum grade sunscreen. Luckily, I brought some along. We were going to use it on whoever we caught’s midsection… dick, balls, bottom… the parts that don’t ever get any sun. But your whole body has never seen the sun. You probably stay in your room all day on the computer. Right?”

Mariana added, “Looking at porn.”

The guilty pause before Darin retorted, “I do NOT look at porn,” gave away the lie. The girls giggled.

Debby said, “Anyway… we need to reapply in places, then we have to do your other side. We haven’t got to that yet. Your little geyser interrupted us.”

Darin knew they’d been intentionally doing more than just applying sunscreen. If nothing else, Debby’s frantic penis jerking was evidence enough.

Once he was on his stomach, the girls started rubbing sunscreen into his skin again. They WERE covering his whole body, not just the private parts of it. Darin lay there trying not to think about how naked he was. And how the girls weren’t just seeing him. They were touching him, too. By the time they were finished with the sunscreen, they’d know how every inch of his body felt like under their hands. If they didn’t already know that. Darin reminded himself he’d been unconscious while they’d been photographing him. Who knew what else they’d done.

Just the thought of Mean Mariana holding and turning his limp body so the other two could take their intrusive photos filled him with a renewed wave of humiliation. He looked up to where she was recording the sunscreen application process. She paused to wink at him and smile.

Those photos. The existence of them felt like a massive weight hanging over his head by a thin cord. They were a disaster waiting to happen… one that was possibly worse than what he was living at the moment. Who would these girls show the pictures to? Would they upload them, email them? Would the kids at his school somehow gain access to them? Would someone find them accidentally?

“Why did you take those pictures of me?” Darin blurted this out without knowing he was going to.

The girls stopped and stared. Debby said, “Because we’re curious. We wanted to know a boy completely. Hang on…”

She wiped the sunscreen off her hands and picked up her phone.

“Look at these pictures. Yes, I know you don’t want to, but do it anyway. Mariana can always make you.”

She showed Darin a photo of his penis and scrotum. He moaned. This was torture.

“Now look at the next one. This is zoomed in at 3x.”

Everything was indeed closer. She swiped through more.

“5x, 10x, 15x, 25x. Look. You don’t even know what it’s a picture of anymore. All you see is skin. This one is an extreme closeup of the head of your dick. Look at the texture of the skin. Now this one… this is of the shaft. See? The texture is totally different. That’s fascinating. Now look at your ballsack. It’s WAY different. All those parts are close together and connected. They look pretty much the same from a distance. But you zoom in and it’s like they’re different types of cloth with different weaves. It’s like that all over your body. You sew all those different pieces of cloth together and you have a boy. Understand?”

Darin did NOT. What he DID understand was this girl was a nutcase. He looked over at Pauline to see if she was as full of crazy as her friend. Pauline smiled and shrugged. “Debby gets kind of intense sometimes. As for me, I took the pictures because… well, I like having pictures of naked boys.”

Mariana added, “I like taking the pictures more than looking at them. I think I might be a fashion photographer some day. But I don’t think it’ll be as fun as taking explicit photos of someone who’s unaware or unwilling. Like you, Darin. You’ve been both.”

Debby said, “Now settle down and let us finish sunscreening you. If we don’t get to your bottom soon, it’ll be burnt buttroast.”

The girls spent an excessive amount of time of that bottom. Their hands slid over his twin mounds many times, and even delved between them.

Darin pushed himself up on his elbows, saying, “Ummmm. I don’t think the sun’s going to get in quite that far.”

Debby said, “How would YOU know? You don’t know what else we have planned for you. Now spread your legs wider.”

Darin groaned and collapsed back down to the blanket and spread his legs. He could feel his buttocks separate as the girls handled them with their firm caresses. He kept telling himself they already had closeups of the area this exposed, so it shouldn’t matter. But he hadn’t been conscious when those photos were taken. This time he was wide awake and aware of what they were seeing.

Darin kept squirming under their touch. Debby finally commented, “You must really like having your bottom rubbed.”

Darin told her, “No. I don’t. But… well… part of me must like it. I’m getting hard again. Can I lift up a second so it can make it more comfortable?”

Pauline said, “It must be VERY inconvenient being a boy.”

Debby told him, “Go ahead. Just don’t try to tell us you don’t like what we’re doing. Your body’s showing what a liar you are.”

After Darin was more than sufficiently sunscreened, he was ordered to turn over on his back. Even though they’d already seen and handled his penis in an erect state, he resisted. Once had been more than enough. It took a smack on his bottom from Mariana to make him comply.

She told him, “Every time I have to do that, I’ll double the swats. But feel free to keep misbehaving. I like giving spankings.”

Pauline said, “She really does. A couple of days ago, I walked in on a boy who was really cute. When we saw him go in, I was hoping he’d get naked. And he did. He was a doll. It took me a minute to look him up and down. He grabbed his underwear and held them over his dick. Then he screamed, ‘What are you looking at? Get out of here.’ That was incredibly rude. So I stood there a while longer. When he saw I wasn’t going to immediately obey his command like I was his slave or something, he yelled, ‘Bitch.’

I was shocked. He looked like such a sweet little thing. I blame the parents. He obviously wasn’t raised right. Anyway, while I backed out, I was so hurt I started crying. Then Mariana stormed by me into the changing room and slammed the door. We could hear the boy screaming, ‘No, stop. I’m sorry. Please.’ And there was this smacking sound. Over and over. The kid started REALLY screaming. We thought she was beating him to death. Luckily, there was no one else around. When it was over, the boy came out of the changing room, still stark naked. He stood there in front of me and Pauline, not even trying to cover up.”

Mariana said, “I’d ordered him to keep his hands at his sides.”

Debby continued, “He was crying like you wouldn’t believe. He said, ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ Mariana came out and stood next to him. He looked up at her and asked if that was enough. She told him to say it twenty more times. He did, but I think he lost count. It was actually about forty times. Then Pauline told him to SCRAM. He ran off down the beach, still without his clothes. That’s when we saw how red his bottom was. Like, day-glow red. Mariana looked all smug and self-satisfied.”

Debby said, “I’ve got his apology and him running off on my phone if you want to see it. His butt was an amazing shade of red. You’d have thought the kid was out skinny dipping and got it burnt by the sun.”

Pauline said, “He couldn’t have been over thirteen years old, so he was probably here with his parents. I wonder what he told them about his clothes. I KNOW it wasn’t the truth. No boy would admit to being spanked by a GIRL.”

Mariana added, “Plus, I warned him what would happen if he told. I said I’d find him and spank him twice as hard and twice as long. And then my friends would each get a turn. My mother has me discipline my brothers, so it wasn’t the first time I had a boy over my lap, but it was the most satisfying.”

Pauline told Darin, “We dropped his clothes off at the donation box by the convenience store.”

Darin asked, “How can you do those kind of things? People have feelings.”

Mariana said, “Yeah. And I bet that kid’s bottom is still FEELING sore. His pride, too. With the way he talks to girls, I’ll bet his mom and dad never spanked him. This was his first. He was so shocked that someone would dare to discipline him, he was already crying before I gave him the first swat. I just wish I’d left the door open so Debby or Pauline could’ve taken some video of it.”

Darin decided it was as good a time as any to ask the question that had been eating away at him. “What do you do with the photos and videos you take? You delete them after you look at them, right?”

Debby said, “Silly, that would kind of defeat the purpose of taking them in the first place, wouldn’t it?”

“But, you don’t show them around, do you? You keep them to yourselves?”

Pauline told him, “We have some other girlfriends on the island. There aren’t many of us kids here, so we stick by each other. We’d never keep anything from them. And we all have a few friends on the mainland. And some family, of course, scattered all around the country.”

Mariana said, “They’re OUR pictures. We took them with OUR phones. So we have the right to do whatever we please with them. I hope you’re not going to suggest otherwise. Actually, I hope you ARE. That’ll be a double swat.”

Debby said, “And also… well, there are a few boys around our age who live on the island, too. Ben, Carl, and Andrew. There are more, but they’re younger or older than us. We’re kind of frenemies with Ben and the gang. They’re actually not TOO bad. But they’re boys, so they’re obnoxious. We hang out with them sometimes. Like Pauline said, we island kids have to stick together. Anyway, we’ve shown them the videos we’ve taken so far of the changing rooms. Including the boy Mariana spanked. They got a kick out of them. They think it’s hilarious.”

Mariana said, “Just as long as THEY’RE not the victims. But mainlanders are fair game.”

Debby said, “We’re going to show them everything we take of you, too. So… yeah. There’s going to be quite a number of kids in the area who’ll know you VERY intimately.”

Pauline said, “We don’t have any nudie pictures of Ben and the boys, but that could change now that we have YOU…” Her words trailed off in a very suggestive way.

Darin wondered what THAT meant.

“Pauline…” Debby said in a warning tone of voice.

“I didn’t say it.”

Darin could tell he was in the middle of some intra-island youth politics. And he had the answer to his question. It wasn’t the one he wanted. Not only were the girls going to keep all the images of him, they were going to spread them around… to other girls AND to boys. Darin was embarrassed at the prospect of the boys seeing him naked and degraded, too. But in a different way. He’d always been considered a wuss. He got picked on in school a lot because of it. For a group of boys, even ones he didn’t know, to see three girls humiliating him like this would only confirm his shameful status. He wished he could be seen as an equal to his male peers, but he knew that would never happen.

Debby announced, “Enough gabbing. It’s playtime.”

Darin cowered inside at the thought of what playtime would involve. Of all the terrible possibilities that paraded through his mind, his imagination never came close to the strange reality.

Debby placed two fingers onto Darin’s stomach and started walking them towards his till erect penis. When her little finger person arrived, she said, “Hi. My name is Debby. What’s yours?”

Pauline took Darin’s penis between her fingers and made it perform a slight bow. She said, “My name is Darin. Darin the Dick. How do you do?”

The finger person and the dick had a long conversation. They seemed to be getting along quite well. Pauline would angle it back and forth, or forward and back, to emphasize what it was saying. Darin wanted to close his eyes and shut it all out, or stare up at the bright blue sky, but he was so fascinated with the idea of his penis having a conversation, he couldn’t help but look down his body at the interaction.

Romance ensued, and the fingers and the dick started to dance. It looked like a long, slow waltz. Debby’s fingers slid around the sides of Darin’s penis and slightly squeezed. Pauline made little revolving motions with it as it moved to the music only the couple could hear.

After a while, the finger person stated, “Whew. I’m tired. Dancing always wears me out. I need to sit down.”

Debby walked her fingers over Darin’s thigh and down to the blanket. Pauline released his penis and whispered, “Spread your legs.”

Darin automatically obeyed, giving room for the finger person to move around inside the V shape between his legs. Debby backed her fingers up against his scrotum and sat her person down on top of his balls. The heel of her hand rested against his penis. His erection had now become a high-backed chair.

Darin groaned. These girls were reducing his body to a stage for their bizarre little play. His boy parts were now just furniture. The message was clear. He was nothing but an object to be used.

Mariana interrupted his miserable ruminations. She leaned down right into his face and said, “Just wait till it’s MY turn. Your wiener is going to be a kickboxing bag for my finger fighter.”

She held up her hand, forefinger braced against her thumb, and made a flicking motion. Darin flinched as he imagined what kind of bruises those powerful flicks would deliver to his sensitive organ.

Mariana laughed at the look on his face. “Relax, kid. I talk big, but I’m only going to hurt your pride. It might take some physical force and marginal pain… but I doubt it. With a little gallina like you, I can take control without even having to do THAT much. That’s when it gets REALLY humiliating.”

“What’s a gallina?” he asked.

“A chicken.”

That figured. Darin couldn’t deny it.

She said, “You let fear control you. You let other people use your fear to control you. You’re like that kid I spanked. He just let me drag him over my lap and beat his little butt. He kicked and screamed, but never really tried to fight back. He knew I’d kick his ass on top of spanking it if he did. He was so afraid of that he let me completely humiliate him. And you’re just as bad. I swatted your ass and you just took it like he did. And look what you’re letting Debby and Pauline do to you. Pitiful.”

Darin knew she was right, and still he lay there while the girls used his body as a plaything. He had a lifetime of anxieties to overcome, and at the moment he was too emotionally exhausted to move, much less battle his demons and the girls too.

Pauline spoke up loudly. “I just noticed… Darin’s wienie looks kind of like a fire hydrant. Look at the head. It’s just like the top of one.”

Debby leaned in to look. Her face was only about two inches away from the boy’s penis. It had been getting tired of standing, even with all the handling, and had started to wilt. But the proximity of a girl’s face… her eyes, her mouth… reinvigorated it. It twitched and hardened again.

Darin groaned. He’d heard sarcastic remarks about how boys thought with their little head instead of the big one. This made him think it was true. Just being naked was bad enough, but every moment he was naked AND physically aroused was doubly humiliating. Even triply. There seemed to be a communication disconnect between his two heads. He was mortified by his erection, but the little head hadn’t gotten the message.

Debby exclaimed, “Cool. It DOES look like a fire hydrant. You be the fire fighter and I’ll call 911.”

She changed her voice to that of a hysterical witness. “Help. Help. Operator. There’s a fire in a boy’s belly button. It’s going to burn his tummy down.”

Pauline arrived on the scene and started pumping the hydrant frantically.

Darin moaned, “Oh, noooo. Not again.” He shut his eyes tightly, hoping for another fainting spell. He didn’t want to be aware when he shamed himself with another ejaculation. Orgasms were supposed to be unequivocal bliss, but lately his had been tainted by the indignity of unwanted spectators.

In response to the sound of Darin’s lament, Debby said, “Hurry, Ms. Firefighter, hurry. He’s in pain.”

With his eyes still closed, Darin begged, “Please, don’t. This is degrading. I don’t want you to see me do it again.”

Pauline told him sternly, “We’re trying to save your belly button, young man.”

Darin heard Debby say, “Are you getting this?”

Mariana replied, “Of course. Get your phone, too. Record his face in closeup while I get all the wide-angle action. We can edit it all together later. I want to make a real movie out of our videos. Not just a bunch of random clips. And you, Darin, open your eyes. I want to see all that humiliation you’re feeling in them. And I want to see the change in them when you start squirting.”

Darin opened his eyes grudgingly. Debby already had her phone out.

Mariana said, “You should thank us, Darin. Your first movie role and you’re the star of the show. We’ll review all the video before we let you go. We might have to do some pick-up shots to fill in any continuity gaps. And I think we’ll have Debby or Pauline jerk you off one or two more times so I can get some closeups of the action. I’m doing wide shots at the moment.”

Debby said, “Making a real movie is a great idea. If it turns out good, we should give it a wider release.”

Pauline said, “I’m sure the kids at Darin’s school on the mainland would appreciate it.”

Darin moaned, “Please. Don’t do that. I’ll do whatever you want me to if you’ll promise you won’t show the videos to anyone else.”

Mariana told him, “You’ll do whatever we tell you to anyway, little wussy boy. You’re not in a position to negotiate. And as punishment for thinking you ARE, I’m going to come up with some REALLY degrading stuff for you to do.”

Pauline almost shouted, “I know. I know. Make HIM jerk his stuff out.”

Debby muttered, “Why didn’t I think of that? Do it, Darin. I’m sure you have experience with it.”

“Do you?” Mariana demanded.

Pauline warned him, “Better tell the truth, Darin. Mariana doesn’t like being lied to.”

Darin sobbed. How could this keep getting so much worse?

“Yes… yes, I jerk off,” he said quietly.

Mariana said, “Then show us how it’s done.”

Darin knew begging wouldn’t do any good, and would just make him look even more pathetic. He took his stiff penis and started slowly stroking it.

Mariana scoffed. “I doubt THAT’S how you do it. I’m sure boys your age are frantic to pump it all out. You know that leads to problems with premature ejaculation, right?”

Pauline asked, “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I read. You should give your Barbie dolls a break and try it sometime.”

Pauline looked embarrassed. “Again with the personal stuff. And I haven’t played with Barbie in over a month.”

Darin increased his pace. Since Pauline had already been working at it, he knew it wasn’t going to take long. Even as he thought this, he had that feeling of something rushing up for release.

“There. I’m about to do it.”

The orgasm wasn’t nearly as intense as before, perhaps because there wasn’t much for it to produce. Or because there wasn’t a female hand producing it. A few drops shot up about an inch and even less dribbled out over his fingers. Darin had the combined humiliation of being forced to masterbate AND producing that pitiful amount of fluid in front of the girls.

Pauline said, “Wow. That was a dud.”

Debby told him, “I’m afraid your belly button was lost in the fire. That tiny bit of splooge wouldn’t put out a birthday candle.”

Darin shouted, “What do you expect? That’s three times in less than twelve hours. I can only make so much of the stuff.”

Even as he said it, he realized his mistake. He groaned yet again.

Debby said, “Three times? We’ve only seen two. Oh my God. Were you jerking it this morning?”

Mariana said, “No. He said twelve hours. He must’ve been talking about last night. Little Darin was playing with it in bed.”

Darin said, “I was NOT. It…” He stopped. He wasn’t going to reveal any more personal information. These girls knew far more than they had a right to about him… including what he looked like naked at 25x zoom and even what he looked like while having an orgasm. It didn’t get much more personal than THAT. He wasn’t going to expand on their unauthorized access to all things embarrassing by making them privy to the messy and awkward complications of entering puberty.

Pauline told him, “I find that hard to believe, Darin. It doesn’t come out all by itself. It needs a helping hand.”

She and Debby fell back laughing.

Mariana said, “Not necessarily. Remember what we heard about how boys reach a certain age and they start wetting the bed again, only in a different way?”

Debby said, “That’s RIGHT. Were you having a dirty dream, Darin?”

Pauline added, “Darin’s a bedwetter.”

“I am NOT. I didn’t wet the bed. Not with pee or… the other stuff.”

Debby tried the reasonable approach. “If you weren’t playing with it, and it didn’t squirt out by itself, what else is there? I seriously doubt you had a hot date.”

Mariana laughed. “The only hot date this kid’ll ever have is jerking it in the shower.”

Darin rolled over on his side and covered his face. “Leave me ALONE. It’s none of your business.”

The girls pestered him for quite a while, getting louder and more angry in their demands for information. Darin kept his face buried in his hands, hoping the girls couldn’t see he was crying.

Debby finally had enough. “Mariana, little Darin here has not only lied about how he had his first orgasm of a twelve hour period, but he’s withholding information that’s rightfully ours to know since we asked for it. I think the boy needs a little incentive to be honest and open with us.”

Mariana was more than happy to oblige. She sat back against the almost vertical incline of a small dune and stretched her legs out straight. Patting her thigh, she said, “Over here, Darin. Don’t make me have to come get you. It’ll be so much worse if you do.”

Darin sat up and looked at all three girls apprehensively. He still had tears slowly running down his cheeks. “You’re not going to do what I think you are? Are you?”

Mariana said, “If you think I’m going to give you a spanking, then yes, I am. You brought this on yourself. Now, MOVE.”

Darin moved. He didn’t want to voluntarily present himself for the boundless humiliation of being spanked naked by a girl… in front of two more girls. But he knew the punishment would be immeasurably worse if he refused or tried to run. He stepped over to her and stood waiting for instructions. He was very aware that his groin was level with her eyes.

Mariana told him, “I’m not Debby or Pauline. I don’t like staring at your dick. Well… I DO like it, but only because it embarrasses you. But what’s about to happen will do that and a whole lot more. So, lay over my lap and do it now.”

Darin got down on his hands and knees and crawled over Mariana’s lap. He turned his head to give her a silent plea. She just cocked an eyebrow in response. Darin let out an almost imperceptible sob and lay down across her lap. His penis nestled into the gap between her legs just below her shorts. He felt it move just a bit on its own as it came into contact with her bare skin. Debby and Pauline moved closer.

With no preamble, Mariana began Darin’s spanking. At first, Darin thought he’d lucked out. The smacks on his bottom hardly hurt at all. They weren’t painless, but neither were they the agony he’d expected from the delight Mariana had professed in dealing out such punishment. He soon learned his mistake… the torment came from the repetition. No single whack on his behind was any harder than the others, but the effect was cumulative.

Soon Darin was crying and howling and begging for it to stop.

Debby had to shout to be heard over his cries. “I’m sorry, Darin, but you lied. We can’t have you disrespecting us that way.”

Darin bleated, “I didn’t lie. I didn’t. I wasn’t playing with it in bed, and I didn’t wet the bed. I was on the couch. That’s where I sleep in the cabin. I had one of those dreams and got my stuff all over the couch. I didn’t lie.”

Debby held up her hand and called a halt. Mariana grudgingly ceased.

Debby said, “It seems like Darin was trying to be clever. His denial of staining the bed may have been technically true since he was sleeping on a couch, but he was still trying to game the system. It was deceitful. I think he needs another spanking just for trying to con us.”

Darin cried, “NO. I wasn’t… I just… It was all so embarrassing already. It’s the first time I had… one of those dreams. It was the first time I’d squirted at all. And Mom and Dad were right there. Telling you girls about it was going to make it a million times worse.”

Debby contemplated. “Hmmmm. Ok, here’s the deal. You tell us everything that happened last night, not leaving out a single juicy detail. And I DO mean JUICY, considering the subject matter. OR… we can let Mariana finish your spanking… but twice as long as it was going to be. Your choice.”

The debacle of Darin’s first ejaculation was so recent and so painful, he almost opted for the extended spanking. Describing that awful experience to these girls would only heighten its humiliation. But a further spanking would be as demeaning in its own way, and have the additional downside of physical pain. And Darin was well aware of the spectacle he’d already made of himself with his uncontrollable caterwauling while Mariana spanked him. It made him feel like a child. And he WASN’T a child anymore. He was a young man who could ejaculate. He couldn’t bear being diminished again by crying and begging.

He tried to get up off Mariana’s lap to begin telling his story, but she placed her hand on his still stinging bottom and pushed him back down. “Uh-uh. You stay there in case we get to go into round two.”

Darin told his tale. He told them about the dream… about how he’d ejaculated for the first time in his life… about his parents turning on the light to find him still erect inside his dripping underwear… about having to shamefully remove them so his father could rinse them out in the restroom sink… about his mother walking in and seeing him naked. Darin tried to turn his head away so he wouldn’t have to look at the girls while he related these events, but they wouldn’t allow him even that small concession.

Despite all that the girls had put Darin through since they’d ensnared him in their trap that morning, he was still naive enough to think the embarrassing admissions portion of the day was over. Instead, that extremely personal episode served only as chum in the water for their sharklike hunger.

Debby asked, “So, you’ve played with it before and nothing came out?”

Darin couldn’t believe the outrageous entitlement of these girls in demanding such intimate details. But he was already over Mariana’s lap, and she was ready and willing to deliver another session of spanking. His bottom and his pride couldn’t withstand much more of that.

“Yes, it was the first time. I knew at some point I’d start… ejaculating. I just didn’t know when. And I didn’t know I’d be asleep the first time it happened, even though I’d heard about wet dreams.”

Pauline asked, “Does a boy have to have a dry orgasm a certain number of times before his stuff finally starts coming out? Kind of like how you have to pump some spray bottles a few times before they’ll start spraying?”

Darin admitted sheepishly, “I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I’m not sure how it all works.” His parents had tried repeatedly to discuss his upcoming adolescence and its physiological changes with him, but every time he’d cover his ears and chant, “No no no no no no no no.” Now he wished he’d listened. He felt foolish not knowing anything about his own body.

Debby asked, “So, how many times did you do it without anything coming out?”

“I don’t KNOW. I’ve been doing it for years. Since I was eight.”

Debby said, “Since you were EIGHT? And you’re how old now?”

“Twelve.”

“Ok… how many times a week?”

Darin said, “Just about every night. So seven times a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less.”

Debbie opened the calculator app on her phone. “That’s seven times a week, so twenty-eight times a month. So… three hundred thirty-six times a year. So… one thousand three hundred forty-four times in four years. Wow.”

Darin knew he sounded like a sex maniac, but he was afraid to be anything less than honest.

Mariana laughed and said, “It’s a wonder you haven’t worn it down. Did it used to be bigger?”

Darin pushed himself halfway up off her lap and turned his head to face her. “NO. It’s bigger now than it was a few months ago. And it was always on the high end of average, anyway.”

Mariana said, “How do you know? Been checking the other boys out?”

Darin replied hotly, “NO. But I can’t help but see them in the locker room. There are dicks everywhere. And mine is right there in the middle for my age group. Not tiny and not grotesquely huge.”

Mariana smacked him on the bottom. “Settle back down.”

Darin resentfully dropped back down across her lap. Completely at odds with his otherwise anxious disposition, his penis got that ticklish feeling as it resumed its place between Mariana’s legs. It liked touching the bare flesh of a girl’s inner thigh. His scrotum was probably equally enthused to be snuggled against her other leg. He silently begged himself to not get hard. That would be the opposite of settling down. Mariana might beat him to death if he became physically aroused against her leg. That lap was supposed to be a place of punishment, not an incentive to erections.

Debby said, “Back to how many times you’ve done it… that’s a LOT of jerking before you finally squirted. Years of it. If a spray bottle took that many pumps to start spraying, I’d throw it out.”

Mariana added, “And remember, that number is probably a conservative estimate. He’s a boy, after all.”

Pauline asked, “What do you think about when you do it? Do you have fantasies?”

Oh no, Darin thought. First… a person’s fantasies were about as private as anything could be. It had been humiliating enough divulging the content of his wet dream… on camera at that. These girls weren’t going to stop till everything, inside and out, had been exposed. And second… he was afraid confessing his secret sexual scenarios would stimulate his already eager penis into a full erection.

“Please don’t make me tell you that.”

Pauline said, “Oooooo. Is it really nasty kind of stuff?”

Darin told her, “NO. It’s really PRIVATE kind of stuff.”

Debby asked him, “What made you think you have any privacy anymore? What a silly idea. You lost all rights to THAT when you landed in our web, little fly. We’re going to know everything about you before the day is over. And our friends and relations and anyone else who sees your videos are, too. So talk.”

Darin desperately hoped those friends, relations, and anyone else would be a small, secluded segment of the world’s population. The possibility of people he knew… especially other kids at school… seeing and hearing all that was revealed in those videos was a constant source of dread. He felt sick to his stomach.

Mariana said, “Are any fantasies forthcoming, or do I need to spank this little bottom some more? And I know for a fact it’s VERY spankable.”

Darin moaned. His bottom just couldn’t endure any more. “Ok, ok.” He took a deep breath. “A lot of times, I think about… well, it’s kind of like what happened in that wet dream. And it’s based on things that really happened.”

Debby interrupted. “Oooo, that sounds interesting. What real experiences could you have had that you could jerk off to? And here I thought you were a little virgin.”

“I AM a vir…” Darin stopped, his face turning as red as his bottom had under Mariana’s hand. Most boys, even one so newly pubescent, would rather run naked through a cactus garden than admit to something as shameful as virginity.

Darin snapped, “If you’d let me continue…”

Debby said, “Please do. Just tell us the real life basis along with the fantasy it evolved into. And be descriptive.”

Real World Incident 1: A Girls’ Coach in the Boys’ Locker Room

Well… this happened about half a year ago. My English teacher, Mrs. Bowers, made me stay after class to chew me out over a bad test grade. Just about everybody failed the test, but I’m the one she singles out. “You’re a smart boy but you don’t put in the effort. Blah blah blah.”

Anyway, she made me late for gym class. By the time I got there, all the other guys were out in the gym doing all that workout stuff I can’t stand. I knew Coach was going to chew me out even more than Mrs. Bowers did. I stripped down as quick as I could and threw all my clothes in my locker. I grabbed my jock strap and was just pulling it on… I only had it up to my knees… when I heard a woman say, ‘What are you still doing in here?’

That surprised me so much I jerked upright, letting go of my jock. It fell down to my feet. I just stood there like an idiot staring at Coach Wilma, the girls’ coach. The FEMALE girls’ coach. I kept thinking, “What is she doing in the boys’ locker room? Is that even allowed?”

She stared back at me with her hands on her hips, looking really pissed off. Actually, she ALWAYS looks pissed off. She’d be attractive except for that attitude. She looks like she hates the world and everyone in it. At the moment, it looked like all that hate was focused on ME.

She said, “It’s Darin, isn’t it? I asked you a question. Why aren’t you out there with the other boys?”

That’s when it hit me that I was standing there in nothing but a jock strap, and it was way down around my ankles. She could see my dick and balls and… well, my whole body. I wanted to cover the more private parts with my hands, but I was afraid doing that would call even more attention to my nakedness. And I didn’t know if I was allowed to pull my jock strap up without permission. Weird, I know. So I just stood there like an idiot with my hands at my sides, waiting for her to tell me what to do. I was so anxious I was shaking.

I told her about being held after class. My voice was shaking, too. So she asked me for a tardy slip. I told her Mrs. Bowers didn’t give me one. She said, “Then it’s unexcused. You’ll have to go to the office and get a slip.”

That’s when Coach… the boys’ coach… came into the locker room. He said hello to Coach Wilma and apologized for being late for their meeting. Then he saw me and asked what the HELL was going on and why was I late. He didn’t even comment on how I was standing there naked in front of a female coach. Now there were two of them, one male and one female, staring at me. It shouldn’t have mattered to me that Coach was there. He’s seen me and the other guys changing clothes and in the showers a million times. But, for some reason, I got like… ten times as embarrassed with the two of them staring at me.

With my voice still shaking, I asked, “Coach, can I pull my jock up? I’m really embarrassed.”

Coach rolled his eyes. “Do it, Darin. Christ. You damn kids. No initiative.”

I bent over and grabbed my jock and pulled it all the way up. Then… well, things weren’t situated right. My dick was hanging out the side of the pouch. So I had to adjust everything to get it all where it should be. And the whole time I knew they were watching. I was afraid I might start crying cause it was so embarrassing.

After everything was tucked in, I just stood there again. I didn’t know if I was allowed to continue getting dressed.

Coach said, “You haven’t told me why you’re late.”

Coach Wilma said, “You haven’t instilled much discipline in these boys.”

Coach glared at me. I had caused him to be criticized by his colleague. I knew I was going to pay for that.

I repeated my story about English class. Coach agreed I’d have to go to the office. He told me to finish putting on my gym clothes… finally… and go like that. When I came back, I was to go straight to the gym and run laps around it till I dropped. Then he started talking to Coach Wilma about something.

I was going to have to turn around and face my locker to get the rest of my gym clothes out. That meant Coach Wilma was going to see me from behind now. She’d seen too much of me already. I didn’t want her seeing my bare butt, too. So I waited to see if the coaches would finish their conversation and leave.

Coach yelled, “What the hell are you doing, Darin? Suit up.”

So, I had to turn around and start pulling my old smelly gym clothes out of my locker. I was hoping Coach Wilma was too involved in her conversation to notice me, but then she said, “This one’s kind of scrawny. You need to put him through some weight training. Beef that boy up.”

Coach said, “Darin’s the runt of the litter. There are challenges, and there are lost causes. Guess which one HE is.”

I got dressed. Even though I was putting clothes ON, having to do it in front of a female coach was it’s own kind of embarrassing. And that wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. I was mad as hell at Coach. He should’ve made her leave. That locker room was a boy’s space. After I was dressed… at least as much as you can be in those skimpy gym clothes… the coaches went into his office for whatever kind of meeting they had, and I had to leave for the front office for my tardy slip… which made me even more tardy for gym.

Anyway, then I had to go all the way to the office and back in my smelly gym shorts and t-shirt. Luckily, almost everyone was in class, so only a few kids saw me. I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be dressed like that in gym, but it just seemed so inappropriate in the hallways. From the way the kids who saw me laughed at me, they thought so, too.

And that’s it. That’s what happened.

End of Incident 1

Debby said, “First… I think Coach Wilma was very unfair to you. I happen to think you’ve got a cute little body. It’s not scrawny. Just nice and slender. I’d love to see your bottom in that jock strap. Second… what made that episode so sexy you jerk off to it?”

Darin had asked himself that question many times. He was profoundly disturbed it affected him that way.

“I don’t know. For quite a while after it happened, every time I’d see Coach Wilma I’d get embarrassed all over again. I mean… she saw everything, front and back. But then, just a while back… after I started… you know… puberty… whenever I’d see her I’d get embarrassed as usual, but I’d also get hard. And since I usually saw her in the school hallways, that was a problem. Sometimes it’d get soft on its own. Sometimes I’d have to deal with it in the restroom. Then she started invading my fantasies. When I was doing it in bed, I’d start thinking about her coming into the locker room and seeing me naked, and then seeing me in my jock strap. Then that would be all I could think about till I… did it… you know… till I came.”

A little voice in Darin’s head was screaming at him that he was being unnecessarily detailed. The girls didn’t need to know this, and they’d never know he was leaving anything out if he gave them the condensed version. But he was so perplexed by his unusual reaction to that episode, part of him welcomed the chance to bring it out into the light and maybe understand it.

“So, I think about that day while I’m doing it, and each time it gets more and more outlandish in my head.”

Pauline said, “Tell us about the last time you jerked off to that memory. And tell us how you made it… better.”

Darin didn’t need prompting. Once he’d started talking, he couldn’t stop. The things he thought about while masterbating were shameful to him. He had a vague idea that by speaking the words he could purge those thoughts from his system like a demon being exorcised through some sacred text.

A Girls’ Coach in the Boy’s Locker Room: The Masterbation Version

Coach Wilma comes in, sees me in just that jock strap… I’m wearing it where it should be at the moment… then she tells me to take it off and hand it to her. I don’t want to do that. It’s a really personal item of apparel. Even more personal than underwear. But I slip it off and give it to her. She’s a coach, after all. An authority figure. I have to do what she tells me to.

She holds it with both hands, using only her fingertips to touch it like it’s something nasty. Actually, it is. I haven’t taken the grungy thing home to get washed in forever. I’m embarrassed for Mom to see it considering what it’s made to hold. Coach Wilma examines it, turns it around, turns it inside-out. I’m standing there naked the whole time, wishing she’d finish and give it back to me. She holds it up to her nose and sniffs it. Then she makes a disgusted face. I almost die of embarrassment. That’s my ball sweat she’s smelling.

She holds the jock way out away from her and drops it on the floor. “So much for THAT. How can you wear that filthy thing?”

I hang my head in shame.

“Now, let’s see if YOU hold up to inspection any better than your grubby jock strap.”

I have to stand there naked while she examines my body to see if I measure up to the school’s physical education standards. She runs her hands all over me to check out my muscle tone. She pinches and squeezes everything. EVERYTHING. Even my butt. She pays extra attention to it. When she checks out my inner thighs, the backs of her hands keep rubbing against my balls. My dick gets hard. She tells me how inappropriate that is. I tell her I can’t help it. It just happens. She says I need to release all that pent up sexual frustration through exercise.

She tells me, “Pick up your nasty jock and put it back on. You’re going to run laps around the gym, and you can’t do it naked. My girls’ class is out there.”

When I pull it on, I have to work it around my stiff dick. She’s watching the whole time. When I finish, I wait with my hands at my sides while she looks me up and down. She says, ‘It’ll have to do.’

“Then she takes me by the arm and marches me out the locker room door into the gym. I try to resist. I don’t want to go out there like I am. But she drags me along. The girls’ class is out there exercising. I frantically beg Coach Wilma to let me go back in the locker room. All those girls are going to see me in just my jock. With the pouch sticking out. She smacks me on the butt and tells me to MOVE. I start running around the gym. The girls all stop their exercises to watch me and laugh. I run around and around. Every time I pass by them, they laugh and make sarcastic remarks about how small and skinny I am. And how they can see my bare butt. Pretty soon, I’m drenched in sweat. They make fun of me for THAT.

After a while, Coach Wilma leaves the gym for her meeting with Coach, so it’s just me and the girls. I know that means trouble. They make me stop running. They surround me, then start pulling my jock strap off. I can’t stop them. They start playing keep-away with it, throwing it back and forth between them while I chase after it. I know my stiff dick is swaying around in front of me and my balls are flopping around obscenely.

They finally get tired of that game. One of them says, “Let’s do it.”

They grab me and wrestle me down to the floor…

End of Masterbation Version

After a long pause, Debby said impatiently, “Well? Well? What happens then?”

Darin looked sheepish. “That’s… that’s as far as I ever get before… well, you know. Sometimes I don’t make it even that far.”

Mariana asked, “Do you ever wish it actually happened like that?”

Darin was shocked. “NO. It was humiliating enough as it was. It was awful. It’s STILL awful every time I see Coach Wilma. Knowing she’s seen ME. All of me. I don’t know why I think about it while I’m doing it. Or why it gets all exaggerated in my head.”

Debby asked, “Do you think Coach Wilma actually liked what she saw? She probably doesn’t get to see many naked boys, being the girls’ coach and all.”

“What? NO. She’s an adult. I’m twelve. Anyway, she looked at me like I was some kind of bug she’d just love to step on.”

Pauline said, “Do you think she’s a lesbian? I’ve heard a lot of girls’ coaches are.”

Darin said, “No. In fact, I had the impression that meeting she had with Coach involved more than just conversation. He was really impatient to deal with me so they could get started.”

Debby asked, “Did any of the other kids find out Coach Wilma saw you naked?”

Darin thought about it. “I don’t think so. But the other teachers knew. The coaches must’ve told it as a funny student story in the teacher’s lounge or somewhere. THAT was awful. When some teachers would see me in the hall, they’d say something like, “Better hurry. Don’t be late for gym.”

Mrs. Bowers actually apologized to me. She said, “I’m sorry I got you in trouble with Coach Wilma. That must’ve been very awkward for you, especially at your age.” I know she was trying to make me feel better, but it made me feel even worse knowing she knew I’d been seen naked like that.”

Pauline asked, “What else? That can’t be the only thing you jerk off to.”

Darin sighed miserably. “There’s playing doctor.”

Mariana said, “THIS ought to be good.”

Real World Incident 2: Darin at the Doctor (but not really)

This actually happened way before that time in the locker room. It was years ago. I was eight years old. We were visiting some family up north. I have two cousins there. Rebecca is a year older than me. Her sister Tina was about sixteen at the time. We were there for a week. On the second day, all the grownups went out to some kind of outdoor market. They told Tina to keep an eye on us younger kids. Of course, she didn’t. She was walled up in her room being an angsty teenager and listening to metal music. Rebecca invited her friend Ann over. Ann was my age. I’d never seen her before.

Rebecca said she wanted to show me something. She took us down to the basement. It was mostly used for storage. But in the back was a small room they’d set up as a spare bedroom. There was just a bed and a nightstand. The window was way up high, and the sunlight came in right onto the bed. It was bright. There was another door in the bedroom that led to a small bathroom.

Rebecca told me she and Ann had been wanting to play doctor. I laughed. That was so cliché, I thought she was joking. But Ann spoke up and said it wouldn’t be any fun with only the two of them, so they’d never tried it. They were waiting for a third person. They were both looking at me in a really weird way. It was making me nervous.

But when Rebecca asked me if I thought it would be exciting for a doctor to examine a patient… THOROUGHLY examine a patient… I started to get interested. I asked her what she meant by ‘thoroughly.’ She said it meant exactly what I thought it meant. She said patients had no secrets from their doctor. The doctor sees EVERYTHING. We were going to call the game Examination. When she said this, she looked down at herself and spread her hands out like she was saying, “Here I am. I’m all yours.”

I looked over at Ann. She nodded her head and made the same gesture. Oh, man.

Of course, I hadn’t started… puberty yet. I wouldn’t for years. But still, the idea of seeing and examining two naked girls was something I couldn’t resist. And they obviously wanted me to. They were the ones who brought me down there. When Rebecca asked me again if I wanted to play Examination, I told her “Hell, yes.”

She told me I had to swear an oath to do it. And swear I’d never tell anyone about it. I thought that was weird, but I was too eager to question it. I said, ‘I swear.’ She said I had to really mean it. Swearing an oath was serious business. All kinds of terrible things could happen to someone who broke that kind of pledge. It was like the Unbreakable Vow in Harry Potter. I didn’t believe in all that, of course. But, on the other hand, I was just a kid back then. I wasn’t entirely sure what was real and what wasn’t. But I didn’t have anything to worry about. Why would I back out of the chance to examine two naked girls? So I said it again. ‘I swear an oath to play Examination and never tell anyone we did it.’

Then I rubbed my hands together and told them to get undressed. They both laughed. Rebecca asked, “Why would the doctor and her nurse get undressed? The patient does that. I’m Dr. Rebecca. This is Nurse Ann. YOU, stupid boy, are the patient.”

I said, “But, doctors are men…” Even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t entirely true. There are all kinds of female doctors. But when I think of a doctor, I always thought of a man.

Rebecca said, “We knew you’d assume that. Boys are so sexist.”

I got so mad. I said, “You tricked me. That’s not fair. That cancels the oath.”

She told me, “No one tricked you. If you’ll think back, I never said HE or YOU when I mentioned the doctor. You made a sexist assumption. You tricked yourself. Now it’s time to take your clothes off so Nurse Ann and I can find out what’s ailing you.”

I argued for quite a while. I said I wasn’t going to do it. And nothing would happen to me as a consequence because there was no such thing as an Unbreakable Vow in real life. But, in the end, I was nervous enough that there MIGHT be something to it that I gave in.

It was hard to take my clothes off. I had to force myself to do it. It took a long time. I kept begging them to call it off. I was crying. I couldn’t help it. They just stood there watching me with their arms crossed over their chests. When I got down to just my underwear, they were giggling. I told them the doctor often examined me in my underwear. I didn’t have to be completely naked. Rebecca said this was to be a complete examination. ‘That’s why the game is CALLED that, stupid.’

It took me as long to get my underwear off as it had for all my other clothes combined. I kept telling myself to do it like I was ripping a bandaid off. Just whip them down and off in one quick, smooth motion and be done with it. But I couldn’t. I was too aware of what I was revealing. So, I turned my back to them and slowly slid my underwear down. When they were about halfway down my butt, Ann said in an announcer’s voice, ‘We have butt crack. I repeat, we have butt crack.’ When my butt was completely bared, she said, ‘And… it’s a bottom. A boy bottom.’

Rebecca said, ‘And it’s a pale one. Even paler than the rest of him.’

They were trying to make it even more embarrassing for me, and they were succeeding. Their comments reinforced my awareness that two girls were seeing part of my body they shouldn’t be. And it wasn’t even supposed to be this way. I should be seeing THEM. Rebecca had intentionally misled me. It was false advertisement. I was a victim of fraud.

I bent over and slid my underwear all the way down. Ann announced, ‘BALLS. We have balls. Two of them.’

I froze, still bent over. I hadn’t known that position would reveal my ballsack. They were eventually going to see it anyway. But I was mentally and emotionally preparing myself in increments, and I was only ready (kind of) for them to see my bottom at that point. Knowing my ballsack was hanging there in full view was more than I could handle at the moment. Now that I thought about it, I remembered seeing other boys ballsacks exposed in the locker room when they bent over while changing. But in that setting, it was all so natural I never consciously registered it. And there were only boys seeing other boys. No girls to witness illicit parts of the male anatomy.

I probably only held that pose for a few seconds, but in my mind it was an eternity. Rebecca said, “Thank you for the extended view, but we’d like to see the rest now.”

Ann said, “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve only ever seen pictures of balls from the front. This is my first time from the rear. They look so… conspicuous… hanging there. Girls keep their genitals politely on the inside. It must be VERY embarrassing to have your private parts be so obvious.”

Rebecca added, “Besides that, I can see just a glimpse of your butthole. You might want to keep that out of sight until absolutely necessary.”

That statement was what finally jarred me out of my immobility. It implied there’d be a point where revealing my butthole would become necessary. THAT was inconceivable.

I bolted upright, underwear in hand, and whirled around to face the girls. “There’s NO WAY you’re seeing me there. That’s WAY over the line.”

Rebecca calmly asked, “Why shouldn’t we? We’ve seen you everywhere else. And speaking of that… thank you for turning around for us. We thought we’d have to harass you into doing it.”

I looked down. There was my penis, as conspicuous and obvious as Ann had declared my ballsack to be. My boy parts were RIGHT THERE, dangling between my legs in full view. I felt somehow beyond naked. This was the first time a girl had seen me without my clothes on. And it was TWO girls. Up till then only my Mom, a couple of aunts, and a few nurses at the doctor’s office had seen me naked. They were all grownups, so it was somehow ok. I’d be kind of embarrassed, but not outright humiliated. But I’d never been seen by a girl around my own age. It was horrifying. It was almost more than I could handle. My vision started to go dark around the edges. I collapsed backwards as my legs gave out beneath me. Luckily, the bed was right behind me.

Rebecca said, “It looks like our patient is ready to be examined.”

Ann told me, “Move around so your head is on the pillow.”

I immediately did it. I think I was shocked into submission. The girls had to help me though. All my strength was gone. Once I was situated, The girls stood on either side of the bed. Ann now had a plastic toy stethoscope in her hand. She plugged it into her ears and used the other end to pretend she was listening to my heart.

Rebecca said, “Put it on his nipples to see if they sound different.” I’d never thought to be embarrassed about my nipples before, but now that she’d drawn attention to them, I was. Ann put the stethoscope of one and cocked her head to the side. Then she tried the other.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you’d better try.” She gave the stethoscope to Rebecca.

I tried to brush Rebecca’s hand away, but she spatted my own. “Ah ah ahhhh. Let Dr. Rebecca examine you, little boy.”

That was the last resistance I offered. Even though the humiliation of everything they did to me over the course of hours was overwhelming, I couldn’t bring myself to object or fight back in any way. I just lay there crying while they fulfilled their promise of being thorough in their examination of me. They went BEYOND thorough. Maybe I had so completely surrendered BECAUSE I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t handle the intensity of emotions I’d never felt before that day. Nothing had prepared me for it. I was powerless to do anything to defend myself. I just did what they told me… lay there, spread my legs, pull my knees up, roll over, get up on my hands and knees.

Once I was in that last position, Rebecca said it was time to take my temperature. Ann got out a plastic toy thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. I immediately knew what they were about to do. I yelled, “You can’t take it there. That’s for babies. I’m eight years old.”

Rebecca said, “You certainly LOOK like a baby. And you’ve been crying like a baby. So… we’re just going to have to treat you like a baby.”

It was awful. They took turns taking my temperature. One would spread my butt cheeks open while the other lubed up my hole and then stuck the thermometer in. Since it was a plastic toy, it was way bigger than a real thermometer. Then they’d switch and do it again. And again. And again. They were pushing it in and out like no doctor had ever done. It was like they were… doing it to me. You know? It was horrifying. Not only were they seeing me there and rubbing Vaseline on it, they were causing me to feel this… sensation. It felt… nevermind.

Then they started really working on my dick. Somehow they knew more about it than I did. When they handled it and got it hard, they knew to pump it till I came. Dry, or course. Even though it had gotten hard occasionally all my life, I never knew what you could do with it in that state. I’d never felt an orgasm before. The first time it happened, I started screaming at them to stop, it was about to make me pee. But when it hit me, I writhed on the bed in the most severe pleasure I’d ever experienced. And they kept on doing it. One would work my dick while the other played with my balls. Then they’d switch. They did it so many times… my dick got so insanely sensitive… I was hoping to die to get it over with. I went beyond writhing. I was almost convulsing. And crying. And begging them to stop.

After they’d done it about a million times, I just lay there sweating like a pig and trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t stop moaning. Rebecca and Ann were grinning at each other across the bed with this weird light in their eyes. Rebecca said, “You’re the first boy either of us has seen naked. So you’re certainly the first we got to do all this to. And it was everything we’d hoped. You’re NOT going to be the last.”

I thought it was all over then. I mean, what more could they do to me? That’s when the took me into the little bathroom and presented the enema bag to me. I didn’t even know what it was. They showed me.

After fifteen minutes of laying on the bathroom floor with a hose plugged into my butt and an inflatable bulb inside me to keep the water in, I was pleading with them to let me expel it. I felt bloated to the point of exploding. The discomfort of being so full of warm, soapy water had turned into agony. Rebecca told me if I jerked myself like they had done to me out in the bedroom, they’d pull the plug when I finished. So I did. I lay there and jerked it for them.

That’s what I was doing when the bathroom door opened and Tina looked in. I had completely forgotten about her. She started to say, “There you ar…” and then stopped. Her face went from confused, to horrified, to outraged.

Rebecca and Ann jumped up and barreled through the doorway, almost knocking Tina over. She recovered and turned to stare at me. I was still stretched out of the floor with my legs spread wide, a long enema tube snaking out from my butt, holding my dick. I dissolved into tears and blurted out, “They MADE me do it.”

It took Tina a while to figure out how to release the air inside the internal bulb so she could pull the tube out of me. The whole time she was ranting to herself, “These nasty, nasty kids. Goddamn. Unbelievable. This is disgusting.” Once it came out, I barely made it to the toilet before the explosive release. I stared up at her the whole time with tears running down my face. I think BOTH our faces had the same appalled expression.

That time in the bathroom with Tina may have been more humiliating than everything Rebecca and Ann did to me. I really can’t tell. I get too worked up inside every time I think about any of it.

Back in the bedroom, I asked her if she could look away while I got dressed. She burst out laughing and said, “You’re kidding, right? After what I just saw?”

Once I had my clothes back on, Tina grabbed my arm and marched me through the basement and up the stairs. When she found Rebecca and Tina sitting on the couch in the living room, she practically tossed me in between them. She and Rebecca had a screaming argument for what seemed like an hour. They finally decided that neither of them would tell their parents… or my parents, or Ann’s parents. Tina would get in trouble, too. She’d been tasked with looking after us and had failed in a big way.

Like I said, that was only the second day of our visit. Rebecca and I had five more days to act like things weren’t REALLY weird between us when we were around the grownups. When she’d catch me alone, she’d make snide remarks about how she and Ann had seen me naked… all of me everywhere. She’d rehash all the things they’d done to me and made me do to myself. She’d tell me how she and Ann were going to tell all their friends at school about it. I tried to act like I didn’t care. I didn’t fool her.

She also told me that she wasn’t satisfied since Tina had interrupted their playtime. My promise wasn’t fulfilled yet. She was going to come up with more stuff to do to me during our next visit.

It was awkward whenever I saw Tina, too. I could feel my face turning red. She’d just shake her head and walk away.

End of Incident 2

After Darin finished talking, there was a long silence.

Finally, Debby said, “Wow. Those girls were eight and nine years old? They were WAY ahead of us. We only started this year, and we never actually touched a boy till you.”

Pauline said, “Except when Mariana spanked that one boy’s bottom.”

Mariana said, “As fun as that was, it kind of doesn’t count. I’ve been spanking my brothers’ bottoms for years.” She sighed. “Spanking bare boy bottoms is fun. I might not become a fashion photographer after all. Maybe I’ll be a guard in a male prison. They probably won’t let me spank the inmates, but I can conduct all the strip searches I want.”

Mariana was absently rubbing Darn’s bottom as she talked. When Darin noticed this, he had a moment of panic. He was afraid the attention was going to make him hard. Then he realized he already was. Talking about his experience with Rebecca and Ann had already accomplished that.

Darin raised up a bit off the girl’s lap and looked down his body at his erection. “Oh, my God.”

Debby and Pauline started laughing. Debby told Darin, “You’ve been humping Mariana’s leg like a dog the whole time you were talking.”

Pauline said, “It wasn’t all that bad. I’d call it half-humping. Darin, you were just kind of slightly thrusting. I know you couldn’t help it, being a boy.”

Darin twisted around to look at Mariana. “I… I… didn’t mean to. I didn’t know I was doing it. Please don’t kill me.”

She gave him a tolerant smile. “Don’t worry. I thought it was amusing. Kind of cute, actually. But if you splooge on my leg, I’ll make you lick it off. And if you get hard while you’re licking, I WILL beat your ass into oblivion.

Darin plopped back down, relieved. Almost. He wasn’t sure if he could contain an ejaculation after so much humping. And he KNEW licking Mariana’s thigh would arouse him, even if it was his own stuff he was licking off. Darin briefly reflected on how demented he was… and not for the first time.

Pauline said, “Ok. So we know what actually happened at your cousin’s house. How do you change it to make it better when you jerk off to it?”

Darin at the Doctor: The Masterbation Version

Well… it’s pretty much the same. I mean, they did so much. They had a lot more imagination than I do, so I just think about all the things they actually did to me.

Sometimes when I do it, I think… Well, I don’t know why, but I think about how I had to stand there bent over while Tina was also bent over behind me trying to figure out how to deflate that damn bulb inside me. I remember how I could hardly hold still. She kept telling me to calm down, I was making my balls jiggle and it was very distracting. Sometimes I imagine it took her way longer to figure it out, and it took a LONG time in real life anyway. She saw my balls jiggle a LOT. And she saw that tube going into me there.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It was SO bad. That’s all there is to it anyway.

End of Masterbation Version

Pauline asked, “If it’s so awful, why do you jerk off to it?”

Darin told her, “I really don’t know. I think it warped me. But for two years, that time playing doctor was ALL I thought about when I did it till… till that incident with Coach Wilma. After that, it was about half and half.”

Mariana asked him, “When did you start jerking off on your own after Rebecca and Ann showed you how to do it?”

Darin looked even more embarrassed. “That very night. I did it twice. And I was still so embarrassed about what had happened that day, I was crying while I did it.”

Darin paused, then asked, “I’ve been humping again, haven’t I?

Mariana said, “Yep.”

Darin sighed. “I’m deranged.” He buried his face in the sand.

Mariana told him, “I think you’d better get off my lap before you climax all over me. That’ll only lead to more tears and pain.”

Pauline said, “Come sit over her by me and Debby. We’ll leave you alone. For a while.”

Darin pushed himself up and started to crawl the few feet over to the two girls. Mariana told him to stop. He looked over his shoulder to where she sat behind him. She was holding up her phone.

“I want to get a couple of still shots of you in that position. Keep looking back so your face is in the picture. There. Now I’m switching to video. Shake your bottom so I can see your balls jiggle like Tina did.”

Darin didn’t move till Mariana cleared her throat in warning. He did a bottom shimmy, feeling distressingly foolish, till the girl called a halt. “Great. I got it in standard mode and in closeup. And I bet it’s better than what Tina saw. I’m sure your balls are bigger than when you were eight.”

Mariana crawled over to Darin’s side and held her phone out in front of his face. The video was already playing. There he was on hands and knees with his butt facing the camera. He was looking over his shoulder as he shook his bottom. His balls were indeed quite jiggly. Then the picture zoomed in till his balls and butthole filled the screen in well lit high-definition. Once again, Darin despaired at anyone seeing these videos. Even just this most recent one alone would be unbearably humiliating if it got out. His face had been clearly visible at the beginning, so there’d be no doubt who those extremely personal parts belonged to. As terrible as the things were that Rebecca and Ann had subjected him to, at least they hadn’t had cameras to record it.

Darin hung his head and asked in a small voice, “Please delete all those pictures. I’ll do anything you say. You can do anything you want to me. Just please delete it all so no one else can see it. My life will be ruined if anyone gets hold of this.”

Debby sounded sympathetic as she said, “Oh, Darin. You WILL do anything we say. We WILL do anything we want to you. And we WILL keep all the images. And we WILL show them to whoever we please. And we WILL email them and upload them to whoever and wherever we want. You need to accept that.”

Mariana said, “I’d rather he didn’t accept it. That makes the torment so much worse for him. And don’t get me wrong, Darin. I’ve gotten to kind of like you. It’s that little puppy dog thing you’ve got going on. But you’re a boy, and I have some grudges against boys to work out. And you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time this morning. So I’ll be working them out through YOU.”

Darin, still on his hands and knees, started crying again. Tears fell to the sand.

Debby and Pauline moved to his sides. Debby said, “Ohhh… poor Darin.” She laid one arm over his bare shoulders and petted his hair with her other hand. Pauline reached under him and cupped his balls, squeezing gently in what she possibly thought was a comforting way. His penis was still erect. Despite still crying, the girls’ caresses caused him to start half-humping the air unconsciously.

After a few moments, Mariana called out, “Good. I got that on video, too. Pauline, hold that pose while I zoom in on your hand around his balls. Great.”

Pauline snapped back angrily, “We were having a genuine moment here. Weren’t we, Darin?”

Darin didn’t want to anger her further by disputing this while his balls were in her hand, so he murmured, “Yes.”

Pauline said, “See? Poor Darin. All the terrible things that have happened to you. All the things WE did to you. All the things we’re GOING to do to you. It’s so sad.” She sounded distraught.

Debby said, “Ok, let’s not get all serious. This is supposed to be fun. And speaking of fun, we’ve got one more thing to do before we call it a day.”

Darin groaned. “And then that’s it, right? No more of… this? You’ll let me go? Tell me it’s just for today.”

Debby said, “No. Not quite. How long will you and your parents be on the island?”

That question was ominous. “Three months. They’ve dreamed of spending the whole summer here for years.. for some reason.”

The girls exchanged delighted looks.

Debby said, “Cool. Most people aren’t here for nearly that long. So, to answer your question, we’ve got you for the duration… two and a half more months.”

Pauline squealed with joy and transferred her hand from Darin’s balls to his penis. She masterbated him till he had another intense, unendurably embarrassing orgasm. His penis was getting extremely sensitive after all the workouts it had been given.

Darin was panting. He told them, “Whatever this next thing to do is, I can’t take another jerk off session. I can’t. Please.”

Mariana assured him, “Don’t worry. For the next scenario, you just have to sit there and do nothing. And we won’t even touch you.”

Darin wasn’t reassured. This sounded too good to be true, which made him think the next phase was going to be worse than ever.

He was correct.