Dysfunctional Families 1: Catfish Cam

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Devin Hall, a fourteen year old boy, has had an ongoing war with his fifteen year old cousin, Cassie Green, for years. Cassie usually comes out ahead because she has a tactic that Devin can’t use on a girl… forcing him into scenarios of naked humiliation. When Devin gets a fancy new webcam for his birthday, Cassie devises a way to use it as the ultimate weapon against him.


Dysfunctional Families 1: Catfish Cam

by PatrickNaked


Cassie Green heard a light tap, then her bedroom door opened slightly. Her best friend Sylvia Travis stuck her head inside, her mass of loosely curled black hair framing her face like a goth Christmas wreath.

"Your mother let me in. Am I late?"

Cassie said, "You would be, but HE'S running late, too. I'm starting to think he wussed out."

Sylvia entered and locked the door before settling into the chair next to Cassie's at the computer desk.

"Don't say that. We're too close to hitting the jackpot."

Three weeks before during a sleepover, the girls came up with the scheme. They hadn't been serious at first. It was just an exercise in wishful thinking, a playful revenge fantasy. But while ironing out the details, they realized the idea was actually workable. They could do it if they had the nerve. There had been a long silence as neither girl wanted to be the one to suggest turning fantasy into reality. When the silence stretched so far it snapped, they both blurted out at the same time, "Let's do it." Then they rolled on the floor laughing till Cassie's mother yelled at them from downstairs to quiet it down and go to bed.

This wasn’t Cassie’s first revenge plot. She had enacted many over the years. But this one would be the most elaborate. And the stakes would be higher than ever before. She was giddy with excitement. This would be the one that brought her the final victory.

Sylvia provided the technical expertise to make the plan work. She was president of the AV Extremists, the school's audio/video club, and was equally proficient with computers and networking.

Cassie provided the incentive, a thirst for payback.

Devin Hall, Cassie's cousin, unwittingly provided the target. As he always did.

Devin was fourteen, a year younger than Cassie. Devin had dark blond hair like Cassie, but kept his cut short and spiky while hers was long. His face was boyishly cute. She would've thought he was adorable if she didn't know him. But she knew that mask of an angel hid the face of a devil, which was how she often referred to him instead of using his given name. Their mothers had always been very close. Cassie and Devin hadn't followed that example in their own relationship.

It all started when Devin was five. His mother was embroiled in a long, bitter divorce. They moved into Cassie's house for several months. The children had gotten along fairly well before, but Cassie saw Devin's intrusion into her house for such an extended, indeterminant period as an incursion across her border. And he acted like a whiny little brat the whole time. Her life was in a constant state of upheaval. And it was all Devil’s fault.

Devin now lived about a hundred miles away, but he and his mother visited six to eight times a year. Most visits lasted only a weekend. On major holidays, it could be a week. Summertime visits could be two weeks or more in length. They always stayed at Cassie's house for the duration. Her territorial stance hadn't diminished, and she still regarded Devin as an invasive species of fungus, only marginally tolerated because she DID like his mother, Aunt Melanie.

Sylvia was growing impatient. "Where IS the obnoxious little runt?"

Cassie asked, "You don't think he found out it's us, do you?"

"There's no way. Even if he got suspicious, he'd never be able to trace it back to us. And he's NOT suspicious. You saw him last night. He's completely enthralled with 'Willow'. We probably could've gotten him to do it then."

"No. I don't want to rush it and scare him off. We need to be sure he's completely ready. Devil is bashful. VERY bashful. I know this for a fact. You do, too."

Cassie had used that vulnerability against him before, many times. She first recognized it as a weapon when Devin was six. Her mother and Aunt Melanie had taken them to the beach for the day. When the time came to leave, Cassie's mother took her to the women's shower room to change out of her wet swimsuit. On her return to the car, she saw Devin's mother beginning to change him right out in the open. Devin wasn't happy about this.

“Why does Cassie get to change in the shower room and I don’t? That isn’t fair.”

“Because Cassie is a girl. Girls are modest.”

"Then let me do it myself, Mom. I can hide behind you so nobody sees me."

"If you wanted to do it yourself, you should've, instead of playing around after I told you to do it."

“Let me change in the car.”

"And get a wet swimsuit all over the car seats. I don't think so."

"Then let me go to the shower room." He had that whine in his voice that Cassie despised.

"There's strange men in there. I'm not letting you go in there all by yourself. And I can't go in with you. Which is ridiculous. Mother's need to help their children. I couldn’t care less if I see some naked men. But they actually have a sign up about it. And I'm certainly not taking you into the women's side. They don’t need some little boy gawping at them. Especially the girls."

She had her thumbs hooked into the sides of his swimsuit, ready to pull it down.

Devin was getting shrill. "Everyone will see me. I'm not a baby anymore."

“Then stop acting like one. No one’s looking at you. Now, stop it.”

The beach wasn't packed with people like it had been earlier, but it wasn't empty either. There were enough adults around to make him moderately embarrassed. He was at the age where the need for some autonomy was starting to set in, but was also frequently supervised while dressing or bathing. If there had only been adults, he still would’ve been unhappy, but could’ve tolerated it. But there were also enough other children around to give a soon-to-be naked boy cause for outright alarm. Being seen naked by his peers, including girls, was quite different than being exposed to an adult.

He didn’t know Cassie was walking up behind him with her mother at that moment. But he DID know she wasn’t far away.

“Cassie might come back and see me. I’ll die. I really will.”

Aunt Melanie had no patience for dramatics that day. "Devin, stop fussing. You're being ridiculous." Without saying anything more, she pulled his suit all the way down.

Cassie stopped in shocked delight. Her annoying little nemesis had just been stripped down to the skin right before her eyes. She only saw him from the rear, but that bare bottom was good enough for her. She would never let him forget this. There was one thing left to be done to make the moment complete.

"Hi, Devin," she called sweetly.

The boy let out a shriek and tried to spin around. In mid-turn, the expression on his face told her he'd just then realized this wasn't a move designed to protect his modesty. To make his misfortune worse, the swimsuit was still around his ankles. His mother was just then lifting one of his feet to pull the suit off. Devin's got tangled up in the garment, causing him to spin and sprawl to the ground. He landed on his bottom and sat there stunned, legs spread wide, now fully facing Cassie. The looks on their faces were polar extremes. Horror and humiliation on one and pure joy on the other. Cassie couldn't believe her good fortune. Not only had she seen his bottom, but now all his boy parts were clearly in view from only two feet away. Devin shrieked again and scrambled to stand up and cover himself at the same time. With this flurry of activity, he managed to kick sand all over his mother where she was kneeling beside him. She grabbed his arm and smacked him on his bottom three or four times, causing him to wail at the injustice of it all.

Devin's initial cries had already alerted everyone in the area to an ongoing incident. Parents looked over and smiled at Aunt Melanie in sympathy. Their children's response went far beyond smiles, with hilarity that rivaled Devin's screams in volume.

Aunt Melanie refused to let Devin get dressed until he calmed down.

“If you’re so concerned with people seeing you, then stop making such a spectacle of yourself.”

But Devin had dissolved into a fit of crying that was well beyond his control. It lasted for at least five minutes. The whole time he was on full display to everyone on the beach. Including Cassie. For her, all was well in the world.

Briefly.

The day after Devin's public exposure, Cassie's favorite doll disappeared. Devin helpfully recalled seeing her take it to the beach, which she hadn’t. Her mother scolded her right in from of the boy, something she hated so much it made her cry. "I told you not to take any toys to the beach. They could be ruined by sand and salt water. Now it's worse. It's lost, and you're not getting another." Devin gave her a smile behind her mother's back. Even at six years old, he was a devious little monster. She vowed revenge. This started a pattern that held true for many years.

The two combatants had an unspoken agreement to never tattle on each other to their parents. Aside from the normal squabbling children openly engage in, their game of strike/counterstrike was a secret war known only to them. For the most part, there was no clear winner, but Cassie had the upper hand on one battlefront. That day at the beach had been an inspiration. In the following years, she scored a number of coups in her prolonged assault on Devin's modesty. And in this area, the boy instinctively knew he couldn't retaliate in kind. You just didn't do that kind of thing to a girl. Had he tried, Cassie would undoubtedly break their longstanding rule and report him to both their mothers. Once he'd been branded as some kind of junior pervert, no one would believe his counter-accusations of all Cassie's previous similar offenses. Even if he was believed, his victimization wouldn’t hold the same weight as Cassie’s. She was a girl. His obvious frustration at this imbalance made the taste of each victory so much more satisfying and delicious.

And now, Cassie had the means to do more than just win individual battles. She was going to tip the scales of the entire war in her favor. Devin's impending defeat would be so overwhelming, he might never recover. And he had unwittingly given Cassie the tool of his own undoing.

Sylvia exclaimed, “There. He’s online.”

With a few keystrokes, Cassie made the connection. Devin appeared on the monitor.

“Willow. Are you there?”

Willow was the persona Cassie and Sylvia had created to ensnare the boy. Cassie had wanted to name her Venus, as in Venus flytrap. But Sylvia had convinced her it sounded too fake.

Devin’s bedroom was visible behind him. It looked clean and orderly. When these video chats first began, his bed had been unmade and clothes and books were strewn everywhere. As his infatuation with Willow grew, his room became more tidy. Devin wanted to make a good impression.

Willow had told him she had no webcam. She could only use audio. The girls weren’t sure Devin would fall for that, and he HAD seemed leery in the beginning. But Willow won him over with her charm and an endless stream of compliments. Devin, you’re so cute. I love your smile. I can really talk to you.

Sylvia provided the voice of Willow. Devin had only met her briefly a couple of times, so the girls were fairly sure he wouldn’t recognize her voice. Sylvia ran the audio through a modulator to alter it a bit just to be on the safe side.

While Devin couldn’t see Willow, the girls could see him in full screen high definition. Cassie had her big gaming monitor swiveled into the vertical position, so his image was almost three feet tall. It was extremely clear, too. That clarity was what had given Cassie the idea for this trap. The last time Devin had visited a little over a month before, he’d bragged about the new 4K webcam he’d gotten for his fourteenth birthday. He’d convinced his mother it was necessary for school project conference calls. She’d had no idea it was massive overkill in both price and resolution.

“You may have the better monitor, but I have the better cam,” he’d told Cassie with smugness oozing from his voice.

“What are YOU going to do with that overpowered webcam. It’s not like anyone would talk to you. Online or otherwise.”

“I joined a chatroom that’s strictly for people our age.”

“YOUR age, you mean. I’m a full year older than you.” Mentioning their ages always brought a frown to his face. Like her attacks on his modesty, it was an area he knew he could never outdo her. She'd always be a year older.

“So?” This was his usual snappy comeback. “Anyway, I talk to LOTS of people there. FEMALE people.”

Cassie snorted. “Yeah, right. What’s the name of this chatroom?”

“I’m not telling YOU.”

Devin didn’t need to tell her. Sylvia had hacked his email years before. It took them no more than a minute to log on and find his membership confirmation to a troubled teen mutual support chatroom. That got a laugh out of Cassie. Troubled teen? What did Devin the Devil have to be troubled about. Besides being too obnoxious for his own good.

Soon afterwards, Willow was born. She came into the world already fourteen years old, coincidentally the same age as Devin. It turned out they had even more in common. They both liked science fiction books and movies. They liked the same tv shows. It was almost like they were made for each other. The reality was more of a one way street. SHE was made for HIM.

Sylvia clicked on the onscreen talk button. “Hi, Devin. I was getting worried about you.”

The boy looked chagrined. “Sorry. Mom was running late with supper. I couldn’t wait to get away from the table. I only ate half my food.”

“Oh, no. You shouldn’t do THAT. You need to eat. You’re a growing boy.”

Devin’s face turned a bright pink. Cassie signaled Sylvia to mute the microphone. “Now. Ask him now. But just the shirt again.”

Willow said, “Oops, sorry. I embarrassed you. But since you’re already blushing, could you… you know.”

“What?” he asked, looking uncomfortable.

“You know. You did it last time for me. Take your shirt off so I can look at you while we talk.”

The blush deepened. “I don’t know…”

“Please. I don’t get to see boys much, housebound like I am. And certainly not shirtless boys.”

“I’m not exactly ripped, you know.”

“I like how you look. What I saw of your body matches your face. Cute. You’re a good looking, slender boy, not a narcissistic muscle mass.”

Cassie told Sylvia, “Look at that shy smile. You’ve almost got him. One more please ought to do it.”

Willow said, “Pleeeeeease. Just for me?”

“Just a sec.” Devin got up and disappeared offscreen. The girls could hear the sound of him locking his bedroom door. When he returned, he looked pensive. He sat there without speaking or looking at the screen for a few moments. Then he slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head. While his arms were up, Cassie noted the little tufts of hair in his armpits. Those was fairly new. The hair was a little darker than what was on his head.

She asked Sylvia, “You DID remember to start the capture?”

Sylvia just turned and gave her an insulted look.

Willow said, “Ooooo. Nice. You have cute nipples.”

Devin unconsciously brought his hands up to cover them, then realized what he was doing. He dropped his hands. The blush returned.

Willow told him, “You don’t ever have to be shy with me, Devin. You’ve brought a lot of joy into my life. I like talking to you. I like looking at you.

“I like talking to you, too,” the boy said shyly.

“Could you raise your arms again for me?”

Cassie turned to Sylvia, alarmed. She mouthed ‘Don’t push it’.

Sylvia mouthed back, ‘I know what I’m doing’.

“W… why?” Devin asked.

“I like your furry underarms. I know that sounds weird. You don’t think I’m weird, do you?”

“No. No, not at all. They’re not… all that furry, though.” He hastily added, “Not yet. They will be. Soon.”

“They looked fine to me. But I only got a glimpse.”

Devin raised his hands, then crossed his forearms over the top of his head. He looked self-conscious.

“Oooo. Nice.”

Looking at him, Cassie thought so, too. Then shook her head. What was she thinking?

Devin asked, “Can I… can I put them down now?”

Cassie liked that he was asking permission. He was letting Willow make the decisions. That was imperative when the time came for her to suggest he remove more than his t-shirt.

“Go ahead. But don’t put your shirt back on. And thanks. I know you’re kind of bashful. Last night you said you were going to tell me what that mean cousin of yours… Casey?… did to you that time.”

Sylvia muted the microphone while she and Cassie giggled.

“It’s Cassie. And it was more than once. She’s done it to me a lot. It’s embarrassing. Do I really have to tell you?”

“It might help to talk about it. And be really detailed. Tell me everything. Get it all out of your system. Can you do that?”

Devin sighed. “Oh, yeah. Everything she's done to me is burned into my brain. I remember every terrible second. The first time was when I was six. At the beach. That time wasn’t really her fault. But she took advantage of it. I was already really upset that day. I was kind of upset all the time back then. Mom and Dad were getting a divorce. I didn't understand what a divorce was, but I knew they didn't want to have anything to do with each other anymore. And it dragged on and on. It seemed like it was taking years. Mom was acting crazy. She’d get pissed off at me about the least little thing. We’d had to move in with Aunt Beth and Cassie. Cassie didn’t like it. I don’t really blame her. Not for being mad. I CAN blame her for all the terrible things she's done to me since then. Anyway, their house isn’t very big. I had to sleep on the couch. I’m sure it was all a huge imposition for her. Well, we went to the beach that day...”

The rest of the story was what Cassie already knew, except she was hearing it for the first time from Devin’s side.

“Mom just pulled my swimsuit down right there in front of everybody. I was six. Almost seven. There were kids my age all around. That was bad enough. Then I heard Cassie behind me. I knew she could see me all the way naked. And I knew she was loving every moment of it.”

“Cause you had such a cute little bottom?”

Another blush. “NO. Because she hated me. Anyway, I ended up falling down facing her. My legs were wide open. She could see everything.”

“Your penis?”

Devin paused. “Well… yes.”

“And your scrotum?”

“Umm. That too. Do we have to go into that kind of detail?”

“Sorry. I just want to know the whole story. I feel so sorry for you.”

Devin looked gratified. “Well… anyway. Then Mom spanked me… naked… in front of everyone. It was awful. I started crying and couldn’t stop. I didn’t know it at the time… it was years later when I figured it out… but all that crying wasn’t just about being seen naked by those other kids. And Cassie. It was about everything. Mom, Dad, the divorce, having to move, living in someone else's house. All of it. I was just overwhelmed. I was crying so hard I couldn't hardly breathe. I thought I was going to die.

“Later, when I started the first grade, a girl came up to me and said, ‘You’re that naked boy from the beach. I saw your peter, you know.’ The story spread all over school that very first day. I was teased forever about it. Luckily we moved a few months later. Far away. I started going to a school where I wasn’t known as the naked boy.”

Willow sounded irate on his behalf. “That’s terrible. Kids can be so cruel. What about the other times?”

Devin asked, “Do I have to?” Cassie smirked at the whine in his voice.

“Not if you don’t want to. But I can tell it still bothers you. That’s kind of what the chatroom is all about. Talking about your problems. If you’re like me, there’s no one else you can really do that with.”

“Yeah. I can’t tell Mom this stuff.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “There was a bunch of times Cassie would walk in on me in the bathroom. The door had a lock, but all you needed was something like an ice pick to put in the hole on the other side of the doorknob. I think she made a special tool she could hide easily. She’d break in and catch me undressing for my bath. A lot of times I was down to just my underwear. That was bad enough. But she’d catch me naked, too. Sometimes she'd walk in while I was in the tub. I could cover up easier, but it still was humiliating with her being in the room with me while I was all naked.”

"And wet and soapy."

"Ummm,,, yes. Wet and soapy.

“How old were you when all this was happening?”

“Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. You name it. It happens every time we’re down there visiting. Most of the time, she’ll get a good look, say 'Oh, sorry', then give me that evil grin and leave. I could never get used to it. You'd think I would after so many times. But it doesn't work that way. Every time she does it, it's as bad as the one before. A couple of times, I was stupid enough to take a bath when Mom and Aunt Beth were out somewhere. Cassie didn’t have to worry about getting caught, so she wouldn’t leave at all. I’d have to finish my bath, get out of the tub, dry off, and get dressed with her standing right there seeing everything. I’d cuss her out the whole time, but that was all I could do. I think cussing her out made it even more embarrassing for me. It just made it more obvious that was ALL I could do. She was, like, in complete control. I hated that.

"One of those times... it was just last year, so I was thirteen... she grabbed my towel before I could get it. Right after I got out of the tub. She wouldn't let me have it. I kept trying to get it away from her, but I couldn't actually fight her. She's a girl. And she was leaning against the cabinet with all the other towels, so I couldn't get a new one. I kept grabbing at the towel with one hand while I held the other over my... dick and everything. I knew I looked ridiculous. She was laughing like crazy. She finally said she'd give it to me if I dropped my hand. So I finally did it just to get it over with. I stood there all wet and naked while she looked me up and down. She walked all the way around me so she could see everything. When she got back in front of me, she looked right at it and said, 'It hasn't grown much since the last time I saw it'. She tossed the towel at me and walked out laughing. When Mom got back, she got after me for getting water all over the bathroom."

Devin was getting worked up relating this. It obviously DID still bother him. Good, Cassie thought. Paybacks are hell.

Willow asked, “Had it?”

“Had it what?”

“Had it grown since the last time, silly?”

Devin said, “Well… yes. It’s always getting bigger. It’s not nearly as big as it’s going to get.”

“Like I said… you’re a growing boy. What else did she do?”

“Once… it was a year before that time she got my towel… Cassie REALLY got me. Mom and Aunt Beth were home. I was supposed to go visit Dad for a week. But he canceled that day. Said something had come up. This was the third time in a row. So I was already in an awful mood. Then Cassie walked in on me… well…”

“Yes?”

“I had already undressed for my bath. And I was… I was sitting on the toilet. Going to the ba... well. You know.”

“Yes, I know what people do on the toilet. If you were a girl, it could've been peeing. But I’m guessing you were doing the other.”

“Yes. Well. Anyway, there she suddenly was. Staring right down at me. This was the worst yet. Naked on the toilet. I screamed at her to get out. I was loud. That brought Mom and Aunt Beth in to see what was going on. So, they’re all three staring at me… naked on the toilet. My mother says, ‘Devin, what on earth?’ Like it was MY fault everybody in the house… all of them female… were seeing me like that. In such a degrading position. I pointed my finger at Cassie and screamed that she had walked in on me on purpose so she could embarrass me. That was the only time I’d ever broken our code of not going to the parents about what the other one did. Cassie said she didn’t know I was in the bathroom, and I must not have locked the door. Aunt Beth got mad that I’d accused her daughter. Mom jumped me for blaming someone else for my own carelessness. I screamed at them all to get out. I had a real fit. I wanted to push them all out of the room. But I couldn’t get up for obvious reasons. And I couldn't even run off and hide in my room after I finished my bath since I didn't HAVE a room there. All I had was the couch. I had to go sit out there while everyone watched tv and tried to pretend they hadn't just seen me naked on the toilet doing my business. It was humiliating. I was twelve years old that time.”

Cassie and Sylvia had to keep the microphone muted so Devin couldn’t hear their very unsympathetic laughter.

“And I was even more conscious of my body then, because…” Devin stopped, looking like a boy who knew he’d just said too much.

Sylvia quickly stopped laughing. “Why were you more conscious of your body?”

Devin squirmed in his seat. He didn’t speak.

“Come on, Devin. I’m your friend. Talk to me.”

Cassie grabbed a notepad and pen from the desk and scribbled out a word.

“Was it because you’d just started puberty?”

Devin cringed at the last word, then nodded his head.

“You know puberty is nothing to be ashamed of. But I understand how it makes you more aware of… you know… the changes. With girls, it’s getting boobs. Everybody notices. You can’t exactly hide it. How did you know you’d started puberty. You started growing hair? You know… down there?”

Devin was practically writhing now. The girls grinned at each other.

He found his voice. “No, not hair. That hadn’t happened yet.”

“So, how did you know?”

Devin leaned back into his seat, looking resigned. “It was weird feelings at first. Thinking about stuff I'd never thought about before. I was getting… you know… excited. First it was just in my head. I didn’t even know what it was at the time. I didn’t know what getting excited felt like, so when it happened, it was kind of scary. Then I started getting… my dick started getting… well, hard all the time. Even when I wasn't excited in my head.”

He was having to force the words out. “Umm... should I say... penis... instead of dick?"

It was obvious Devin was uncomfortable with words like puberty and penis. That made the choice obvious.

“Penis sounds better. Dick sounds ugly. Not as ugly as cock, but still ugly. And I’m sure yours isn’t ugly. I bet it’s cute.”

The blush was like a bonfire in Devin’s face. He made a little wordless sound.”

“Well? Is it?”

“I guess. I kind of like the way it looks. Especially…” It took him a moment, but he made the plunge. “When it’s hard.”

“There. See, that wasn’t so bad. I like it when you open up to me like that. It makes me feel closer to you. When you admire your penis, do you just look down at it? Or do you stand in front of the mirror?"

Devin looked nervous, biting his bottom lip. Then he said, "This is all just between you and me, right? You're not going to tell anyone else?"

"DEVIN. Of course this is private. Just you and me. Just like I'm sure you wouldn't tell anyone else what I say."

"No, no. I'd never betray your confidence like that. And I'm sorry. I DO trust you. Ok. I... I look in the mirror. Here at home I've got a full length mirror in my bedroom... it's behind me off to the left... and a big one in the bathroom. When I get hard, I'll stand a look at it before I... Well, anyway. I don't dare do that when we're visiting Aunt Beth's. I can just imagine Cassie's reaction if she broke into the bathroom while I was all hard and looking at myself in the mirror."

Cassie was envious of Sylvia. She wanted to be the one saying these things to Devin. Provoking his responses. After all, he was HER enemy. Sylvia only hated him because Cassie did. But even with the voice modulator, there was too much of a risk Devin might recognize Cassie. She had to admit, though, Sylvia was doing very well. This was only the sixth time Willow and Devin had chatted, and he was revealing more personal details than she could've hoped for. Soon, if it all worked out, he’d reveal a lot more.

Willow asked, “Do the girls like the way it looks?”

“My penis? Well, I don’t have a girlfriend. So the girls who’ve seen it are… there’s Cassie, of course. And she’s made fun of it, saying it’s small. But it’s not.” He leaned into the camera, looking earnest. “It’s really not.”

“I’m sure it isn’t, Devin.”

“I see the other boys in the shower at school. Mine is kind of average in size. Even bigger than some of the other boys my age.”

“It would have to be bigger than some in order to be average,” Willow explained.

“Oh.”

“And some would have to be bigger.”

“Yeah. Well… anyway. The point is, there are smaller dicks… penises… out there. A LOT smaller.” He held up his hand, his forefinger and thumb about an inch apart. “Mine isn’t small at all.”

“A minute ago, when you were talking about who’s seen it, you said ‘girls’. Plural. Are you just talking about that time on the beach? Or have other girls seen you down there? And when?”

Devin’s face reddened again, but this time with anger. “Because of Cassie. I know we both sit around and think up ways to get back at each other, but she comes up with stuff to absolutely humiliate me. And I’ve never done anything like that to HER. She’s a bitch.”

Sylvia turned a comically disapproving look towards Cassie and mouthed the word 'bitch'.

Devin sat there fuming silently.

Willow said, “I’m sorry I brought that up. I see it’s upset you. I just really wanted to know everything that’s happened to you in your life. The good and the bad. We’ll leave that for now. You’d also been telling me about going through puberty. And getting excited, inside and out.”

Devin laughed, his anger forgotten. “Inside and out. That’s true. And the ‘out’ part can be kind of awkward sometimes. It can happen anywhere at any time. And does. Even after two years of puberty. Sometimes it gets hard and just stays that way.”

“What do you do when that happens?”

“I… do what boys do. You know.” Devin was squirming again.

“You masterbate?”

“How did this conversation get so personal?”

“Because I’m your friend, and you can tell me anything. And I like knowing there’s a boy who likes me enough to share something so personal. It makes me feel good. Like I’m not such… such a loser.”

Cassie had Sylvia mute the microphone. “Good move. Make him feel obligated.”

Devin’s mouth dropped open. “You’re not a loser. You’re awesome. And it’s true. I’m saying stuff to you I could never tell anyone else. Cause… I like you. A lot.” He paused. It was still hard for him to say, but he finally blurted it out. “Yes. I masterbate.” He unconsciously made a jerking off motion with his hand. He’d just demonstrated he was a right-hander when it came to self-manipulation.

“Thank you, Devin. Do you do it a lot?”

He laughed. “Every friggin’ day.”

Willow laughed with him.

Devin sobered up. “I’m not a pervert, you know.”

“I never thought you were, Devin. What you are is a sweet boy who’s brought some happiness into my life. And I haven’t had a lot of that.”

Devin said, “I want to do more of that. I want you to be happy.”

Willow asked, “Could you do somethi… no, never mind.”

“No, what? Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.”

Cassie did a fist pump and almost said ‘YES’ out loud.

“Could I see you… more of you?”

Devin suddenly looked leery. “More of me, how?”

“Not naked. Don’t worry. I'm sure you're not ready for that. Yet. Even though I'd appreciate your body like that Casey obviously doesn't. Since I can’t get out, I’ve never seen much of boys. Not in a swimsuit. Not even with just their shirt off. On tv, of course. And movies. I’ve rented R rated ones that showed a lot. And... well, I hate to admit it, but I've looked at pictures on the web that showed everything. I mean EVERYTHING. I'm so bad. But I’ve never seen anything in real life. I only get to see boys when I look out my window and they're passing by on the sidewalk. Could you be a really great friend and let me see what you look like in your underwear? I bet you wear white briefs. And I bet you’re even more cute than ever in them.”

“How did you know I wore briefs? And white ones? Most boys wear boxers anymore.”

The girls knew what kind of underwear Devin wore because Cassie had caught him in them plenty of times.

“Cause I’m really getting to know you, Devin. I want to know you even more, though. Will you let me see?”

Devin’s face cycled through a number of expressions, all of them reflecting the war within. Finally he stood up and pushed his chair back. He started unbuttoning his jeans.

Willow said, “Wait. Step back a few feet so I can see more.”

Devin pushed his chair aside and backed up. “There?”

“That’s good.”

He unzipped, then after a slight hesitation, bent over as pulled his jeans down. Back upright, he spread his arms wide as if to say ‘Here I am’. He didn’t look very happy.

Willow told him, “I was right. Twice. White briefs. And you DO look so cute in them.”

Devin started to bend over to pull his jeans back up.

“Oh, no. Take them all the way off. Leave them off. When I talk to you, I want to know you’re only wearing your underwear. And I can tell you're embarrassed. That makes it mean so much more to me. That you’d do something like that just to make me happy, even though you're embarrassed. That shows what a good friend you are."

How could the boy refuse after THAT?

Devin sighed. “Ok, ok.”

He awkwardly got both legs out of his jeans, then started to pull his chair back into place.

“Wait. Turn around first. I want to see you from behind, too. I want to see what your bottom looks like in your briefs.”

“I’m… never mind… ok.” He turned around.

Sylvia muted the mike and turned to Carrie. “Your cuz really IS cute. Too bad he’s such a little jerk.”

“Yeah, I guess . For a fourteen year old. He’s practically a baby.” Cassie made this pronouncement from the lofty age of fifteen.

“Can I turn back around now?”

“Ok, you can sit back down. Thank you for showing me. You don’t know what it means to me.”

Once Devin was seated again, Willow continued. “Tell me more about what that Casey did to you. The stuff that upset you so much.”

“You mean the naked stuff.”

“Yes, that WAS the worst of it, right? You should talk about it.”

“Why don’t we talk about YOU?” he whined.

“We will. We have plenty of time for that. Tonight is about you.”

Devin sighed. “After I was six, most of the time it was intentionally catching me undressing, naked, or in the tub. There was once when I was around nine. She pulled the curtain open in the dressing room at a store where Mom had me trying on clothes. Two little girls my age saw me in my underwear.

"After that there was the time I was ten. It was the first big, full scale exercise in humiliation. Mom and Aunt Beth took us over to one of their friend’s house where they were having a big party. It was a huge place with a big pool in the backyard. The pool had a tall brick wall all the way around it. All the grownups were in the house most of the day drinking and playing 42. That’s a domino game. It looks boring. The kids were all out at the pool. I don’t know how many there were. At least ten. No... twelve. I didn’t know any of them except Cassie. More than half of them were girls. Of course.

“Like all the other kids, Cassie and I arrived with our swimsuits on under our clothes. So changing wasn’t a big problem. Yet.

“There was a tiny pool house behind the pool. It had the pool supplies in it and a bench for changing clothes. There was even a toilet and a shower head. The shower area wasn’t enclosed. Just a drain in the floor. I think it was set up so people didn’t have to track water into the house every time they had to go to the bathroom or wash off the chlorine. The room wasn’t very big. Maybe six feet deep. There was a door with a couple of windows on either side of it. There weren't any curtains. If you went up to the door, you could look over and see right into the windows."

“Oooo. I have an idea where this is going.”

“This is worse than what you're thinking. Way worse. I guess the windows wouldn't normally be a problem. You couldn't see inside from the pool area. You had to be right up close. And most people aren't going to peek in when they know someone's in there changing or going to the bathroom. But these were a bunch of kids. Without grownup supervision. They were around nine to thirteen years old

"Some of the boys were threatening to go peek whenever a girl had to go use the restroom. So the girls started saying they were going to do the same to the boys. They all acted like they were just joking about it, but everyone knew they'd do it if they got a chance. So, when a girl had to go, another girl or two would stand guard at the door. Same for the boys.

"We played in the pool almost all day. Then one of the grownups came out for a minute and said it was getting about time to go. We had to change out of our wet swimsuits and back into our clothes.

“The girls all changed clothes first, all at the same time except for the one they posted outside the door so the boys couldn’t sneak a peek at them. Then that girl changed while the others stood guard. When the boys’ turn came, Cassie called me over to ask me something. I don’t even remember what it was. It didn’t matter. I realized later she was just delaying me so I was the last boy to the changing room. When I got there, all the other were already inside. They said I had to stand guard while they changed. I was actually grateful. I didn’t want to strip down and get dressed in the middle of a bunch of boys all crammed into that tiny room. Turns out that would’ve been the way better option. After they were all dressed, they told me to go in and they’d stand guard.

“Mom had told me earlier to be sure and rinse off. While I was under the shower, I saw the door open. There was Cassie with a big grin on her face, getting an eyeful. It turned out she told the boys standing outside that she could take over because I was her cousin. They should've been suspicious. Or they WERE suspicious and wanted to see what happened. I found out that day there’s no solidarity for boys.

“I screamed at her and she ran off to the side out of sight, leaving the door open. I could see a bunch of the kids out near the pool. They'd heard me and were turning to look. I rushed up to the door. I had to go all the way outside to be able to grab the doorknob and pull the door shut. Some of the kids had already seen me and were yelling to all the others. Before I could reach the doorknob, I saw Cassie was there waiting for me. She grabbed my arm and swung me around, way away from the door. I almost fell on my butt. The other kids were running up, so I ended up right in the middle of them. And everyone else was now fully dressed. It made me being so damned naked even worse than if they’d still been in their swimsuits.

“They surrounded me, laughing like crazy, and started pushing me back and forth between them. Almost like a mosh pit. They were smacking me on my butt, and some were grabbing at me in front. I was trying to protect myself there, but some of them were able to touch me where they shouldn’t. It was all a big game to THEM, but it was devastating to ME.

“I finally managed to push my way through them. There was a LOT of inappropriate contact while I was doing it. Before I could get back inside, I saw Cassie still standing by the door. Right before I got up to her, she turned the lock on the doorknob and swung the door shut. I was stark naked and locked outside. She said, 'Oh, no. THIS is a problem'. Then she gave me that evil grin.”

Sylvia turned to Cassie and said, “Shame on you, Cassie.”

“I know. I’m a bad, bad girl.”

“Cassie must've already told some of them what was going to happen in advance because they already had their cell phones with them. They started taking photos. It didn’t take long for the rest to go grab their own phones. Cassie yelled to take video instead of photos. I was frantic thinking about all those images being taken of me. I kept screaming at them to stop. They didn't, of course. I turned around and started trying to get the door open, even though I knew it was locked. One of the girls called out, ‘Cute bottom’.

Willow agreed. “It IS cute, even if I’ve only seen it in your underwear.”

Devin said, “When YOU say it, you mean it as a compliment. And, uh… thanks. That girl was just trying to embarrass me even more. And it worked.

“I turned around with my hands over my crotch and yelled at the other boys to get me a towel or one of their suits. None of them did, of course. I don’t know why I thought they would after the mosh pit. They were having too much fun at my expense. And they were probably being grateful the victim wasn’t any of them. I started crying, making it worse.

“I saw Cassie whisper something to one of the boys. He was the biggest one there and looked like a bully. He was. He and another boy came over and grabbed my arms and pulled them out to my sides. I struggled, but they were both older and bigger than me. I can almost understand not helping me. But these guys were actively displaying me to everyone else to take those goddamned videos. I kept crying and fighting them. Cassie said, ‘Devin, all that’s just making your dick and balls bounce around. It’s great for the video, but doesn’t do much for you dignity’.

Willow sounded horrified. “How could she do that to her own cousin?”

“Because she hates me. I know I started it when I was five. I was just so messed up. But it escalated. And never stopped. Still, I never did to her the stuff she’s done to me. Like that day at the pool.”

“So what finally happened?”

“One of the mothers came out to see what was taking everyone so long. She called out just before she came through the gate in that brick wall, so everyone had time to put away their phones and look all innocent. The two boys let go of me and joined the others like they hadn’t been doing anything. When the woman got there, the kids all stepped aside so she could see me standing there naked and crying. Cassie told her I had got locked out. The woman said ‘These children are going to be the death of me’, and went to get a key.

“When she got back, a bunch of the other grownups were with her. I guess they figured the crowd of spectators wasn’t big enough already. Mom and Aunt Beth were there. Mom was asking, ‘How do you manage these things, Devin?’ I wanted so much to say it was all Cassie. It's ALWAYS Cassie. But I just couldn't. Most kids just don't like tattling to grownups. And Cassie and I had that code. I don't know why I followed it. I always got the worst of everything."

Willow asked, “Did you ever see any of those kids again?”

“The next year, when I was eleven. They had another party there. I didn’t want to go, but Mom made me. A lot of the kids had been at the first one. But there were new ones I'd never seen before, too. By the time we got there, word had already gotten around to the new kids about last year's incident. So, of course, everyone wanted Round Two.

"My suit got pulled down in the pool about a hundred times. One girl finally pulled it completely off. We were in the shallow end. The only reason she managed it was because that big bully from before came up behind me and put me in a bear hug with my arms pinned to my sides. When the girl got my suit partway down, I started kicking and fighting. The bully whispered in my ear, ‘You kick her and I’ll kick your ass. Then later on I’ll do something else to it in the pool house.’ He thrusted up against me from behind when he said it. I could tell he was about half hard. THAT was scary. He REALLY liked being a bully. I just stood there and let the girl pull my suit all the way off. She held it up and waved it around. Everyone was cheering. The bully carried me over to the pool steps. He stood there and held me up with my arms still pinned, and displayed me to all the other kids.

“This was all way over the top. But everyone knew the adults were all off in the house getting drunk. The kids had their own world out in the pool area. They could do as they pleased. And what pleased them was humiliating me over and over. And Cassie had set the stage for it.

“Everyone played keep-away in the pool with my suit for what seemed like hours. It was the only game of the day. The kids that weren't tossing my suit back and forth were underwater with goggles so they could see everything nice and clear. Some of them had waterproof phones, so they got underwater video.

"When they finally got bored with it, someone threw my suit out of the pool. As I was climbing out to go get it, a girl behind me called out. 'Your bottom's still cute'.

“A little later, they brought out their phones to look at the new videos and the ones from last year. Everyone sat in a circle in the grass and passed the phones around till everyone had seen everything. They made ME watch them, too. I tried to get up and leave, but the bully told me if I didn’t sit down, he'd pull my suit off and rip it to shreds. He’d made sure to sit down beside me. He was about twice my size. So I sat. He draped his arm over my shoulders and left it there. Cassie smirked at me. Actually, her face had been in a permanent smirk all day.

“After watching all the videos from last year, I have to admit she was right about something. All that struggling really made my dick and balls bounce around. It was awful knowing the girls all around me were watching that. And then they’d look at me and grin. They’d talk about it right there in front of me. Some of the videos were zoomed way in. On my dick. On my butt. Cell phone cameras are way too good anymore.

"I think there were kids who felt sorry for me. They looked like it. But they didn't speak up. I can't blame them. They'd just be next in line as everybody else's entertainment. They didn’t want THEIR privates made public.”

Willow asked, “Do you think they the ones who took the videos showed them to other kids, like at their school?”

“Oh, I know they did. They told me all about it. And they didn’t all go to the same school. So, it’s all been shared at four or five different schools. I don’t like to think about how many kids have seen me. It gets me all knotted up inside and I feel violated all over again. I’m just glad I live about a hundred miles away. I wish I could enjoy coming down here to visit Aunt Beth, but I never know what terrible thing is going to happen to me.”

“You know... they could’ve emailed those videos out to who knows how many others. They might be posted online somewhere. There might be some old perv watching one right now.”

“Yes. I know. Thank you very much.”

Willow sounded contrite. “I’m sorry. I’m just so wrapped up in this. Because it happened to YOU. Someone I care about.“

"I know Cassie got a lot of the videos and showed them to other girls, too. That's another story."

Cassie hadn’t just gotten SOME of the videos. She obtained copies of all of them. And she wasn’t selfish, either. She’d shared them with Sylvia, of course. And with a few, select other girls she knew. Around thirty or so. Cassie had lost count.

Even if Willow couldn't talk Devin out of the rest of his clothes... and get him to do what else they had in mind... the videos of him talking about his puberty and erections and all the other embarrassing stories were juicy enough.

Devin smiled. "I got her back good for that second pool party. The next time we were down, Cassie asked Aunt Beth if she could meet her friends at the mall. Aunt Beth said, 'Did you finish that essay? It's a big part of your grade.' Cassie told her she'd just now finished it. She'd email it in when she got back. After she left, I ran to her room. I got to her computer before it went to sleep. I made a few creative changes to her essay. She didn't recheck it before she sent it in later. It brought her grade down a whole letter. That was great. She was SO mad. The problem is, each time I get back at her, she does something even worse to me in return."

Willow asked, "Are there any other times she exposed you in front of other people?"

"Last year when we were down there for Thanksgiving. The morning before Turkey Day, Mom and Aunt Beth were in the kitchen cooking up a bunch of stuff. It was early. I was still asleep on the couch. I woke up to a bunch of giggling. When I opened my eyes, there was Cassie and a girl with frizzy red hair. I didn't know her. I learned later her name was Janice. Sylvia was there, too. She's Cassie's best friend. I'd met her maybe twice before, and not for long. But long enough to know she's a bitch like Cassie."

Sylvia looked over at Cassie with an exaggerated expression of shock, pointed her finger at herself, and mouthed 'ME?'.

"They were sitting on the floor, with their elbows propped up on the coffee table, looking at their phones. And giggling. I had been sleeping on my stomach. And I'd been drooling on my pillow. When I pushed myself up, a long line of drool was hanging down from my bottom lip. Talk about embarrassing. It was bad enough I'd been sleeping there in front of them for who knows how long. I'm used to it with Cassie and Aunt Beth. I've been sleeping on their couch practically all my life when we're down there. But not in front of Sylvia and that other girl. I felt like they'd walked into my bedroom unannounced.

"So I wiped the drool away, which made them start giggling again. I had it all over my hand now and didn't know what to do with it. Cassie said, 'Don't you wipe that on the couch. It gets enough of your... fluids... on it already.

"Before I knew what I was doing, I said, 'That happened ONE TIME.' They fell back and literally rolled on the floor laughing. I could feel my face burning. I couldn't believe I'd said that."

Willow asked, "You’d had one of those dreams boys have?"

Devin nodded his head, looking ashamed.

"When did that happen?"

Devin's look changed to one of petulance. "I didn't know we'd be talking about this kind of thing tonight. It's really embarrassing."

"I'm sorry, Devin. I didn't mean to upset you. I was trying to help. But I see I've been a bad friend instead. I... I... I'll go now."

Devin looked alarmed. "No. No, wait. Don't. I'M sorry. Don't go."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded his head emphatically. "Yes. I'm sure. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I guess it's kind of nice that you know so much about me. Cause you're a good friend. Cassie knows too much... and has SEEN too much... and it's horrible because she's NOT a friend, much less a good one. She's an enemy. I HATE her."

Devin took a moment to calm down. "It... it happened earlier that same year. We were down for just a weekend. Mom, Aunt Beth, Cassie and I had been watching a movie on streaming. It ended up showing a whole lot more than the grownups had thought it would. It was a sex scene. And it practically showed... well, everything. It looked like the man and woman were really doing it. I think they were. This did NOT look fake.

"Aunt Beth grabbed the remote and turned it off. She and Mom looked really uncomfortable. Cassie made some smart remark. I don't remember what it was. I was still too stunned. It was so... exciting. I was turned on. I got hard almost instantly. I'd seen stuff on the internet before. Even more explicit. But those were porn actors. That's what they do every day. I wasn't expecting it from a Hollywood kind of movie. It really got to me. It made me think what it would be like to get naked with some actress and do it in front of the director and camera people and everybody else on set. And to do it for take after take after take. With everyone watching. And I just got a glimpse of it, but the actor was hard. Right there where everyone could see. And you could see more than just the actress' pubic hair. There was one shot where you could see her... you know... vagina."

Devin looked like he was getting excited all over again just by talking about it.

"I managed to hide my hardon... I think... but everyone knew. I think they could tell how excited I was just by looking at my face. Aunt Beth said, 'I think that's all for tonight. It's late.' Mom gave me a look like she wanted to say something, but ended up just saying, 'You too, Devin. And go right to sleep'.

"I had to wait till everyone did their bathroom business before I could get in to brush my teeth and change into my pajamas. They’re not pajamas like little kids have. They’re the grown up kind. A t-shirt and some lightweight pajama pants. I don't wear any underwear with them. Mom doesn't like me to do that, but underwear are just uncomfortable when I'm trying to sleep. Anyway, I finally had the bathroom to myself. I wanted to... you know... masterbate. I needed to like crazy. But I was afraid Cassie would barge in on me. She's already seen too much of me. I'd die if she saw me jerking off. So I changed and went to bed. Well, to couch. I tried to fall asleep with my hardon still ‘on’.

"But, I couldn't get that scene out of my mind. Just the idea of doing it, or even pretending to do it, in front of probably thirty people and the bright lights and everything... then to know that movie audiences everywhere are going to see it... and everywhere you go and meet anyone, they'll probably have seen it. Well, it took me forever to get to sleep. And then, of course, I dreamed all kinds of sex dreams. In the last one, Cassie was a director. All the film crew people were my age. Most of them were girls, but there were some boys, too. I think they were all the kids from the pool. Including the bully. I knew it was the day to do the sex scene. Cassie told me the actress was running late, so I'd have to do my part first and they'd film hers later. Then they'd put it all together in the editing room.

"There was the bed where the scene would take place. On it was a life-sized blowup doll. I knew I was going to have to get on top of it and act like I was having sex with it. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't remember how I ended up in this situation. Everyone was standing around, waiting. Cassie told me to hurry up and take my clothes off. She looked impatient. So I had to get totally naked. I was the only one in the room without any clothes on.

"I climbed up on the bed and got on my hands and knees over the doll. I realized I was in an undignified position. Everyone behind me could see my butthole... sorry, anus... and my balls hanging down. And the lights were so bright, there was no hiding anything. And they were hot, too. I was sweating like crazy. Everybody else had clothes on, but they looked fine. I was the only one dripping with sweat.

“Cassie was back there right behind me. I knew she was there just for the humiliating view. She said, 'Get it up, Devin. You can't do anything with it like that.’ She reached between my legs, moving my balls out of the way, and grabbed my penis. I thought, 'There's no way SHE will get me hard', but after she tugged it a few times, that's what happened. I was so ashamed that Cassie, my evil cousin who hated me as much as I hated her, had got me hard. But her hand had felt so good when she wrapped her fingers around my penis that it just sprang into action.”

Cassie and Sylvia looked at each other. They both mouthed the word WOW.

Devin continued. "Cassie yelled, 'Roll 'em.’ That was my cue. I had to lay down on top of the doll. I thought it'd be all plastic and weird feeling, but it was warm and soft. It felt real. That made me even harder."

Willow asked, "So, you know what it feels like to have a real girl under you?"

Devin said, "Well, no. I've never been on a girl. But, it felt like what I'd imagine a real girl would feel like. Anyway, the doll had a kind of tunnel between its legs where a vagina would be. I was supposed to stick my penis in it. I had to use my hand to guide it in. Holding it like that in front of everyone doubled my embarrassment. Everyone kind of leaned in to watch me do it. Why was this happening to me? I'd never even wanted to be an actor.

"So, once I had it stuck inside, I just lay there. I didn't want to start humping this doll in front of all those people. I kept thinking about how everyone I knew was going to see this movie. MOM was going to see it. Cassie smacked me on my bottom and said, 'The camera's rolling. Do it." So, I started thrusting in and out. It actually felt good. It felt different than when… I use my hand. Because I was being more active. I was actually DOING it. Like, with another person. Even if that other person was just a blowup doll. I kept pumping away at it for a while. Then I made the mistake of looking up. I saw everyone staring at me. The bully was licking his lips. I knew what I must look like. All sweaty and humping away at this doll. It was so… undignified. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I just started thrusting even harder. The whole bed was rocking back and forth. And I was making these grunting kind of animal noises. I was really out of control.

“I heard Cassie, still behind me, tell the cameraman, ‘Get the camera down low, right between his legs. Zoom in on where his balls are hanging down. Get a good shot of his cock sliding in and out.’ That reminded me again of how I was demeaning myself by doing this in front of an audience. And that there’d be an even bigger audience later.

"Cassie said, 'Hmm, this is working out better than I thought. We'll forget the actress and keep the doll.’

"I thought 'NOOOO.’ Everyone was going to see a movie of me having sex with a blowup doll. Doing it onscreen with a real actress was going to be embarrassing enough. But now I'd look like some kind of sex freak. But I still couldn’t stop. I suddenly saw it… the way you can do in a dream… from Cassie’s point of view. I saw my penis pumping itself into that hole. With my ballsack swinging back and forth every time I’d thrust. The way she was seeing it was zoomed way in. I could see every detail. The texture of my skin. I could see the sweat dripping off my balls. And I kept thinking, ‘Cassie is seeing this. Cassie is seeing this.’

“That's when it happened."

Devin sat there and didn't elaborate. He was breathing heavily. He looked like he was just then realizing how much detail he'd put into this account. Sylvia acted quickly before he could decide not to go any further.

"That's when what happened, honey?"

Devin looked startled at that last word. Then he smiled just a bit. He liked Willow calling him honey.

"I... well... I did it. I did the wet part of a wet dream. It felt great, better than any of the times it happened before. But those times had been at home. Mom knew about them, of course. She does the laundry. I can't very well hide a big wet, sticky splotch on my mattress cover. Mom yells at me every time. She says I should be ashamed of myself. Like I can somehow help it when I’m asleep. But this time I did it on Aunt Beth's couch. I had rolled over and was sleeping on my stomach when it happened. I think I was probably humping the couch during the dream. And there was a LOT of stuff. It soaked right through my pajamas. They're really thin. It got all over the couch cushion, which was made of cloth. If Aunt Beth had a leather couch, it wouldn't have been so bad. It'd wipe right off.

"Anyway, I must've been really loud when I... ejaculated. Everyone came running in. The light came on. I was just kind of waking up. I was all confused. Mom immediately knew what I'd done. I guess maybe I yell when it happens at home. She said, 'Oh, for God's sake, Devin. Get off the couch. Hurry.’

"I stood up. By that time I was all the way awake. And I could feel all that sticky stuff on me. I looked down at myself. It was a mess. I looked over at the couch. There was a big, wet, gooey looking spot on the cushion. Aunt Beth told my mother, 'It's not the end of the world. You take care of Devin, and I'll get the cushion cover off'. I wanted to die right there so I wouldn't have to look at any of them. The whole household knew what I’d done.

"Mom took me by the arm and marched me down the hall to the bathroom. When we passed by Cassie, she looked like she was going to explode trying to keep from laughing. I heard Aunt Beth say, 'It's not funny, Cassie. Devin is really embarrassed.’

"Mom got me into the bathroom and shut the door. She told me, 'Well. Get them off.’ I know better than to try arguing with her when she's pissed off like that. I had to peel off my icky pajama bottoms right there in front of her. THAT was embarrassing. And that's when she saw I wasn't wearing any underwear. She said, 'What have I told you about that? If you'd been wearing your underwear, you wouldn't have made a mess on the couch.’ That wasn't true. There was so much, it would've soaked through ten layers of clothes. I don’t think I’d ever squirted out so much before.

"Then she told me to get the t-shirt off, too, and to stand in the tub. Aunt Beth doesn't have a shower for some reason. But there's a handheld sprayer on a long hose for washing your hair. I had to stand there naked while Mom hosed all the stuff off my crotch and legs. Then I heard a knock. Aunt Beth yelled through the door, 'Do you have the boy's pajamas?' Mom yelled back that they were on the floor and to come in and get them.

"I barely had time to yell 'MOM', when my aunt came in and glanced at me standing there getting hosed down. I put my hands over myself, but Mom smacked them away. 'I'm still washing your nasty stuff off.’ She was REALLY mad. Aunt Beth got my clothes... very carefully... including the t-shirt, then looked at me and said, 'Don't worry about it, Devin. These things happen with boys your age'.

"I know there isn't a God, because I prayed the most sincere prayer in the history of the world to be struck down by lightning right there, and it didn't happen. After Aunt Beth left with my clothes for the laundry room, Mom made me scrub myself down with soap while she watched to make sure I did it right. I thought I was going to scrub all the skin off my dick before she was satisfied. I know embarrassing me like that was her way of punishing me for embarrassing HER in front of everyone.

Mom hadn't seen me all the way naked in years. Not since that pool incident. She'd never seen me with hair between my legs. I wouldn't have thought she'd EVER see that. I mean, I'm fourteen years old now. But she got a good, up close look that night. And my Aunt Beth saw me, too. It was awful.

"Mom went and got some clean clothes. I had to sleep in jeans the rest of the night. And Aunt Beth put a mattress protector over the couch before I lay down. Like THAT was necessary. It wasn't like I was going to do it again. My balls can only hold so much. After everyone went back to bed, Cassie slipped back in and whispered, 'Ask me if I'm EVER going to let you forget THIS one.'

Willow said, "That sounds like it was terrible for you. But at least... well, you said it felt really good when you ejaculated. There’s THAT."

"It felt GREAT. But that wasn't enough to make what happened afterwards worthwhile. And then, Cassie mentions it in front of Sylvia and that other girl, and I CONFIRM it. Like a complete doofus."

"If it's makes it any better, they probably already knew. I'm sure someone as mean as Cassie had already told them everything. She probably emailed them the very next day. She probably told lots of her other friends at school."

"That... really doesn't make it better. But thanks for trying."

"So, what happened after you admitted to the three girls that you came all over the couch?"

"Did you have to word it like that?"

"Sorry. I just keep making it worse for you."

Devin quickly said, "No. It's not you. It's my LIFE. Anyway, I still had slobber all over my hand. That girl Janice said, 'Cassie, maybe your little cousin needs a drool bucket'. That made me mad. Little cousin. I'm only a year younger than them. They laughed like that had actually been funny, then went back to their phones again.

"I wanted to get up and go clean my hand off and change clothes. But I was dressed for bed. Just a t-shirt and those really thin pajama bottoms. Cassie's seen me in them plenty of times. But I didn't want Sylvia and that other girl to see me. I knew they'd make fun of me. I could just hear them teasing me about my little PJs."

"Were you wearing underwear?"

"Despite what Mom keeps telling me... no. I wasn't wearing underwear."

"Does she ever check you?"

"Yeah, sometimes. After that wet dream at Aunt Beth's. The first couple of times, I lied about it. So she pulled the front of my pajamas out and looked in. After that, I made sure to tell the truth. I still get in trouble, but she doesn't see me down there."

"Does she spank you when she finds out you're not wearing underwear?"

"Jeez. No. Well, she smacks me on my bottom and tells me to go put some underwear on. But it's NOT a spanking. It's NOT."

"Ok, ok. So, you had slobber on your hand and didn't want the girls to see you in your little PJs. What happened next?"

"First, I wiped my hand on the blanket while they were engrossed with their phones. Then I noticed they kept looking at their screens, then looking at me. It reminded me of the second pool party when everyone was sitting around watching my naked videos. That's when it hit me. I grabbed Cassie's phone and looked at it. It was one of the underwater videos. From the front. Whoever shot it either had the camera zoomed way in or they were only about five inches away. My dick and balls practically filled the screen. I saw me spin around, obviously trying to get my swimsuit as it was flying back and forth above water. Now my butt filled the screen. As I started swimming away, the camera was looking right up my butt crack. My balls were kind of moving with the currents.

"I didn't need to look at the other phones to know they were all playing videos of me. I looked up. All three girls were grinning at me. Cassie and her clones. My face was burning. I felt like crying. But then I decided I wasn't going to let them get to me. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me get all upset. I WAS upset, but I was going to keep it all inside.

"Just then, Mom and Aunt Beth came into the room. The girls all quickly made their phones disappear. Aunt Beth announced, 'We're going to the store to pick up more ingredients. We'll be back in about an hour.' Then they were gone. I went all cold inside. They were leaving me alone with Cassie and two of her cronies. The girls were already in humiliate-the-cousin mode. And I suddenly felt even more vulnerable wearing nothing but a t-shirt and thin pajama bottoms. I felt almost as naked as I was in those videos.

"When they all stood up, I knew for sure I was in trouble. I tried to make a break for it, but Sylvia and Janice got on either side of me, pushed me back down into the couch, then sat down themselves. Cassie came around the coffee table and sat on it facing me. She was so close her knees were in between my legs. 'What's the matter, little cuz. You're not scared of us girls, are you?' She nodded to the other girls. They each grabbed an arm in case I tried to escape again.

"I told Cassie, 'Please don't. You've humiliated me all my life. I can't take much more. Why can't we forget everything that's happened before and try to be friends? I'm down here all the time. Wouldn't it be better to be friends instead of enemies?'

I meant it, too. Even with all the horrible things she'd done, I was willing to try and put it all behind us if she was.

"She acted like she was thinking really hard, then said, 'Hmmmmm. Nope. I don't think so. I didn't ask for your whiny little ass to invade my life since I was six years old. Anyway, I don't believe you. Tell you what. If you can prove you're serious, I'll think about it.'

"I asked her how I could do that. She said, 'Sylvia and Janice here have only seen your little naked body in videos. Not in the flesh like I have. They feel deprived. If you'll take your little jammies off for them, I'll consider the big reconciliation.'

"I told her, 'No way,' and started trying to get up. The girls held me back. They were strong. I knew what was about to happen. I was going to end up naked. And there was nothing I could do about it. There were three of them.

"Cassie had been giving me that evil smile, but it went away. She leaned in till she was right in my face. Our noses were touching. She looked scary. She said, 'Stop struggling and trying to get away. The girls are going to let go of you, and you're going to just sit there. If you try anything more, I'll tell Mom and Aunt Melanie you did something really nasty while they were out. Right in front of us girls. I'll say you tried to grab us you-know-where with one hand while you were jerking it with the other. You can deny it, but who do you think they'll believe? They didn't even believe you when you told them I walked in on you on purpose when you were making poo on the toilet. You think you have a chance when it's three of us against your word?

"I just kind of collapsed against the back of the couch. The girls let go of my arms, and I didn't move. They'd won.

I saw Cassie give the other two a look. They both started running a hand up and down my thighs on both legs. They went all the way down to my knees, then back up till their hands were brushing against my dick and balls. Then back down."

"The girls kept asking me, 'Does that feel good, little boy. Is the little boy between your legs about to be a big boy? How big does your big boy get?'

"I kept begging Cassie to make them stop. I was crying.

"Cassie said, 'I think it may need a little help.' Then she unbuttoned the fly of my pajamas, reached in and pulled out my penis. It all happened so quick, I didn't have time to react. If I'd known what she was about to do, I probably would've tried to get away, even with her warning. But it took me by surprise. With all the ways she'd degraded me practically all my life, she'd never actually touched me there before. Those times at the pool, the other kids kept getting feels off me, but Cassie always just stayed back and watched. This was new. It was horrible. But at the same time, the feeling of someone's fingers on it besides my own made it get all tingly. I looked down at it lying there out in the open, and told it with my mind, 'Don't you DARE get hard. Don't give her the satisfaction.'

"A little of my hair was curling out of my fly, too. She touched it with her finger, then started pulling some of it out straight, then letting it go. Then doing it again. Not pulling hard. It made it feel good where the hair... you know, came out of the skin. And my penis was starting to go beyond tingly and get that itchy feeling.

"Cassie said, 'You know, every time you and Aunt Melanie came down here, I got to see you naked at least once. On longer trips, it was more than once. And you were down here six to eight times a year. So I got to see you when you were a bare little boy all the way up to when you started growing this hair. The hair you seem to like me playing with.' She reached inside my fly and put her fingers into all of it. And it DID feel good. But at the same time, I hadn't stopped begging and crying. How could it feel so good and so horrible?

"She kept on talking while she played with my hair. 'I saw when you first started getting some peach fuzz. I saw when the first little dark curlies started coming in. Now you've got yourself a nice little bush. You're a BIG boy.'

"The other two girls had stopped running their hands down to my knees. They were keeping them up by my crotch. They were pushing their fingers in, nudging my balls. The fabric of my pajamas was so thin. And I wasn't wearing any underwear. So everything was kind of right there where they were touching. I was losing the battle with my penis. I could tell it was about to get hard.

"Cassie changed her tactics. She ran her finger real slow and soft all the way down my penis to the head. She traced it over that ridge that runs around the head, then went all the way to my... well... my pee hole. She kept her finger there and kind of pushed in a bit. It made my pee hole open up just a little. It was kind of moist there. I had a little bit of… I don’t know if you know about it… it’s called pre-cum. Anyway, she held the head with her other fingers, and used her forefinger to press in and roll around the hole. I wouldn’t have thought that would feel good, but it did. I'd never done that before with myself. And I've tried all kinds of different ways to play with myself.”

Cassie and Sylvia looked at each other and smiled. Devin was revealing all kinds of intensely personal information without even thinking about it. He was telling someone about his PEE HOLE. They really had him in the necessary mindset for what was to come later.

What made this even more fun was Sylvia had been present this time for the incident Devin was talking about. The previous ones had just been Cassie. Sylvia was now getting to hear a whole new side to something she'd been part of.

Devin was saying, "I kept telling myself I was only getting excited because they were girls. And boys are hardwired to respond. Even though I didn't want them to be doing what they were doing. I REALLY didn't want it. I was about to die of humiliation. But I was still reacting to it.

"And I think I know why. I remembered overhearing Aunt Bess the year before. She was telling Mom not to worry about me being so horny. I was a boy. And a boy my age had all kinds of hormones and stuff, so I couldn't help it."

Willow said, "Wait. Why was your mother talking to your aunt about you being horny?"

Devin managed to look embarrassed, even after all the things he'd been revealing about himself. "I'd got home from bicycling around town with my friends one afternoon. I was all hot and sweaty, so I decided to take a shower. Mom wasn't supposed to be home for a while. Once I got all my clothes off, I saw myself in that full length mirror in my bedroom. Sometimes seeing myself naked is all it takes. My mind goes to sex. Especially if I'm all hot and sweaty. I lay down on my bed on top of the covers and started working it."

"And your mother got home early."

"You got it. She didn't know I was home either. She walked into my room to see if I had any dirty clothes lying around. I ALWAYS have dirty clothes everywhere. So, there I was, naked on my bed... you know, masterbating. I jumped up, screaming at her to get out of my room. So, now I'm standing there with it sticking up. In front of my mother. She told me to put some clothes on. I had to tell her that I couldn't. It wasn't going to get soft till I finished. I mean, if my mother seeing me doing it didn't kill my hardon, nothing would. Except... you know."

"Ejaculating."

"Yeah, that. So she left my room and slammed the door. I got back on my bed and finished, knowing the whole time that Mom knew what I was doing. After I cleaned it all up... it usually gets all over my stomach and chest... and my hand... and I guess you don't need to know all that... I put my clothes back on and slinked into the living room where Mom gave me this long lecture about giving in to carnal temptations and playing with myself in the middle of the day. Like the time of day matters. Then she told me to go take a shower cause I smelled all sweaty from doing it. I told her that was from riding my bike. Jeez.

"Anyway, the next time we were visiting Aunt Beth and Cassie, I woke up on the couch really late at night. I could hear Mom and Aunt Beth talking in the kitchen. Mom was telling her all about catching me doing it. And all the times she found towels and stuff in the laundry basket I'd... squirted into. And about messing up my sheets with wet dreams. I couldn't believe she was telling all that stuff. It was private. I kept wondering how I was going to look at Aunt Beth in the morning knowing she knew about how I did it all the time.

"Anyway, Aunt Beth told Mom not to worry about it. She said I was a boy, so I couldn't help it. Boys my age were going to obsess about sex and get hardons, and then they had to do something about it.

"So, that's what I kept telling myself when Cassie, Sylvia, and Janice were practically raping me on the couch. It wasn't my fault that I was starting to get hard. I couldn't help it.

“It lifted about halfway up. Cassie left my pee hole alone and put her finger down under my penis right where it connects to my ballsack. She ran her finger up the underside this time. It kept getting harder. By the time she reached the head again, it was sticking out of my pajamas as hard as it could be. It almost hurt it was so hard.

"Sylvia and Janice started clapping their hands. Cassie leaned in again and said, 'Gotcha.' That made me cry even harder."

Willow said, "I can't believe they'd do that to another person. They're monsters."

Sylvia and Cassie turned to each other with snarling faces and their hands raised like claws.

"Janice said, 'It's our turn now.' She and Sylvia started handling my penis. One of them pulled my ballsack out of my fly and started playing with it. This went on an on. They'd take turns jacking me, trying to make me come. I was gritting my teeth to try and keep from doing it. I kept wishing this was all just another sex dream like the one about the movie. I wouldn't even mind coming on the couch and getting in trouble for it this time. That wouldn't be as awful as what was happening. Cassie just sat back on the coffee table and watched the other two. They were laughing and saying something... probably taunting me... but I couldn't hear them over a roaring sound in my ears.

"Then I DID hear something. Sylvia asked, 'Can we see the rest of him?' That got my attention. Cassie said, 'Go for it.'

"They grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head. Then they got my pajama bottoms and jerked them past my butt and slid them all the way down off my feet. I was suddenly very naked. Cassie, of course, had already seen me plenty of times like that. Sylvia and Janice hadn't. They'd seen the videos of me, and those didn't leave anything to the imagination. But that didn't make the embarrassment any less when they saw everything in person.

"Just as Janice reached under my ballsack and cupped it in her hand, everyone heard the front door start to open. The three girls were instantly on their feet. Then they were gone, off to Carrie's room. I was trying to get the blanket over me when Mom and Aunt Beth came in. Mom was saying, 'I could've sworn I brought the recipe...' Then they both stopped and stared at me. I'd only managed to drag the blanket over my lap. Everything above and below was bare. I was holding it up so my hardon wouldn't make a tent in it. My t-shirt and pajama bottoms were on the floor.

"Mom yelled. 'Devin, what are you doing? Are you naked?'

"I said, 'Ummm... no. Not really.' I'm a terrible liar. 'I was just about to get dressed.'

"She asked, 'Then where are your clothes?'

"I pointed at my suitcase, which was all the way across the room.

"She yelled, 'You took your pajamas off in the living room instead of the bathroom? And you don't even have your clothes ready? Were you going to walk across the living room naked? There are three girls in the house.'

"I lied again. 'I have my underwear on.'

"She didn't believe me. 'Show me.'

I thought I had the perfect excuse for not revealing myself. 'Not in front of Aunt Beth. I don't want her to see me in my underwear.'

"Mom said, 'Your aunt used to bathe you and change your diapers. If you'll recall, it wasn't all that long ago she saw you stark naked on the toilet because you're too scatterbrained to lock the door. If you're not lying to me and you're really wearing your underwear, there shouldn't be any problem.

"Mom, please.' I could hear the whine in my voice.

"Mom didn't care. She yelled, 'Devin, stand up and drop that blanket. NOW.'

When she uses that tone, I automatically obey. I stood and let the blanket fall before my brain could scream any counter-instructions. Now Aunt Beth had seen me with a hardon, too. I just stood there. I was so ashamed. I wanted to tell them it was all Cassie. But like she said, they wouldn't believe me.

"Speaking of Cassie, I heard her off to my left. 'What's all the yelling about? Oh, my. Devin, did you know you're naked? And hard?'

"There was Cassie and her two cronies standing in the hall doorway.

"Aunt Beth said, 'You girls go back to Cassie's room. You don't need to see this.'

"Then Cassie surprised me. She said, 'I think I know why Devin's naked. We were taking up the bathroom, so I told him to just get changed in the living room. I said we wouldn't come back in till he was decent. Being a boy, he's been taking forever doing it.'

"Mom said, 'Hmmmm. That doesn't explain why you're excited.'

"I told her, 'Sometimes that just happens in the mornings.'

"Aunt Beth backed me up. 'That happened EVERY morning with George. Oops, sorry, Cassie. Shouldn't talk about your dad like that.'

"Mom said, "The bathroom is free now. Get your butt in there and put some clothes on.' She pointed between my legs. 'And do something about THAT. And don't make a mess.'

"The girls started giggling. Mom stalked off to the kitchen to look for the recipe she came back for. Aunt Beth sighed and shook her head. She said, 'Devin. I love you, but you make me glad I had a girl. Now, stop pointing that thing at me and do what your mother said.'

"After Mom and Aunt Beth left the second time, I was afraid the girls were going to assault me again. When Cassie waltzed in through the bathroom door, I was sure of it. The other two were on either side of her. I was still naked and still hard. I hadn't had a chance to work on that situation yet. Cassie said, 'You owe me big time for getting you off the hook. I don't want to take the chance of Mom getting back too soon again, so we'll leave you alone for the rest of the day. We're heading out to the mall, anyway. But don't worry. We'll finish what we started soon enough. Before we leave you to take care of business, turn around. Sylvia and Janice want to see you from the rear.'

"I wanted to rip the toilet out of the floor and throw it at her. I owed her? But I didn't want her to change her mind and start molesting me again, so I obediently turned so they could all see my bare butt. Cassie smacked it. Hard. I'm sure she left a handprint. She said, ‘That’s for almost getting us all in trouble.’ Then they left.”

Willow said, "Wow. So you’ve never got used to being seen naked? Even after so many times and so many people?"

Devin told her, "Nope. It just gets worse. And standing there naked in front of everyone, including my MOTHER, with my dick hard. I'll probably have to go to therapy for the rest of my life just for THAT."

"Oh, I don't think so. You seem to be handling it all very well. Better than I would."

Devin said, "But, I'm not. I get all twisted up thinking about it. All the times Cassie's arranged for people to see me naked. And the videos. Not knowing who's seen them. Not knowing if they're out there on the internet. Not knowing when they're going to pop up somewhere and embarrass me all over again. It's really messing with my head."

Willow said, "Well, I've been thinking about it. The problem is, you've been FORCED to be naked. And most of the people who've seen you have made fun of you. They've WANTED to embarrass you, so you get embarrassed. You need to CHOOSE to show yourself to someone, and that person needs to be someone who'll appreciate what they see. I think that will cure all the anxiety you have."

Devin asked shyly, "Are you talking about you?"

"Who else, silly? I'd love to see what the rest of you looks like. The part I haven't seen under your cute little briefs. But I want you to WANT to show me. I'd never pressure you. You have to feel completely at ease with it. I think it'll be good for both of us. You'll be naked in front of someone who won't degrade and ridicule you, and I'll know there's someone who cares for me enough to reveal himself to me that way."

Devin said, "There's a small problem. Well, it's not small. I mean, the problem isn't small. And what the problem is about isn't small, either. It's... well, it's not BIG, but it's not small..."

"Are you trying to tell me you have an erection?"

Devin said sheepishly, "Ummm.... yes. It got hard talking to you about all this stuff. It's been hard for a while. I think... it sounds weird, but I think I got aroused knowing you know all this about me. And telling you about the sexy dream. And about getting hard. And masterbating. I think I'm turning into a freak."

"Not at all, honey. You just like sharing yourself with me. Like I want to share myself with you. And being hard isn't a problem at all. I'd like to see it like that."

Devin still looked unsure. "Now?"

"No time like the present. That's IF you want to."

"I do." He started to stand up, but sat down again. He bit his bottom lip. "Ok, ok. I can do this."

He stood up. The front of his white briefs was sticking up and out. He started to try and cover up the evidence of his arousal, but then dropped his hands back down.

Willow told him, "You ARE excited, aren't you. It does me good knowing you got so excited talking to ME. Step back so I can see your face, too. And move your chair way off to the side so it's out of the way."

Devin backed up till the girls could see him from the top of his head to about mid-thigh. On the big monitor in its vertical position, he looked almost life sized.

Still looking somewhat uncomfortable, the boy pulled the waistband of his briefs out to get it around his erection, then slid the garment down. He bent over, slipping it off his feet, then stood back up. He was biting his bottom lip again. "OK?"

The girls were laughing and high-fiving each other. They had just gotten Devin the Devil to voluntarily denude himself in front of them. With a hardon. That was something missing from all their other videos.

Something else was missing, too. The next stage was critical. But Cassie knew Devin was more than ready. It was something he wanted to do. Needed to do. And he was going to do it for his beloved Willow.

Devin asked again, "Ok? Do I look ok? Are you there?"

Willow said, "Sorry, honey. I was just speechless. You're more than ok. You're so cute. All of you. Can you turn to the side so I can see it sticking out that way?"

"Ummm... I guess." He turned. His penis stood so tall, it was almost touching his belly.

"Lovely. Now turn all the way around so I can see your bottom."

Devin awkwardly shuffled around till his bare backside was in view.

Still facing away, Devin asked quietly, "When I sit back down... would you mind if I kind of... take care of my hardon. It's been hard for quite a while, and I really, really need to... you know... jerk... um, masterbate."

Cassie almost shouted 'YES' again. Problem solved. They weren't going to have to talk Devin into it. He was offering.

"Sure, honey. We can't have you in agony. But don't sit down to do it. I... well, I want to see. You got all excited by talking to ME, and that makes me feel so good. I want you to finish where I can see it, too."

"You... you're sure?"

"I couldn't be more sure. And I don't want to see you masterbate to humiliate you like that horrible cousin and her friends would. I want to because I've grown to care about you so much. And I know you care about me. And you doing something so personal and intimate for me will show how MUCH you care. But you DO need to turn back around and face the camera. You're pointed the wrong way."

Devin faced them. "I have to get something from my bedside table. That's where I keep... my hand lotion. For when I do it." Devin's face turned red. Cassie thought about how he blushed about the weirdest things. He was standing there completely naked with his dick hard, but got embarrassed admitting he kept jerk-off lube by his bed.

Devin said, "I got it. I usually squirt some on my hand and on my dick... penis."

"You just do what you normally do. Pretend I'm not here. It's just another night in Devin's bedroom."

The girls watched him lube himself up, then wrap his right hand around himself. He started sliding his hand forward and back. He let out a little sound of pleasure. An "Ohhhhh." Then he looked at the camera and said, "Sorry about that. I've been needing to do this. Bad."

"Nothing to be sorry for. I like hearing you as well as watching you."

Devin stroked for about two minutes, moaning the whole time. His eyes were closed. He rubbed his thigh with the hand that wasn't sliding up and down his penis.

Still stroking, he said, "Ummm... it's about to happen. It's going to be quick this time. Sorry. It always is when it's been hard for so long." He looked embarrassed. "Oh, and I didn't think to get something to do it into."

"Go for it, Devin. I want to see it coming out of you."

Devin looked panicked, but was working himself faster. "It's going to get all over the carpet and everywhere."

"Let it. Do it for me."

"Now. Now. I'm about to... OHHHHHHHHHHH."

Right as the boy began to spurt, Sylvia clicked an onscreen button. Devin's monitor suddenly brightened with the image from Cassie's cam. She and Sylvia were framed in the screen. They both had that evil grin Devin knew so well. Still uncontrollably working himself, the boy stared at his screen in confusion. Big gouts of semen splattered over the carpet, his desk, his keyboard and mouse. Some even hit the lens of his 4K webcam, leaving a milky white blob down one side of the image the girls were watching.

A horrible comprehension dawned in Devin's eyes before he was even through expelling his semen. Cassie could tell he knew exactly how stupid he'd been. How easily he'd been played. He knew he'd been conned into revealing his innermost private thoughts, stripping naked, and finally masterbating for CASSIE. And her friend Sylvia. Still, he couldn't stop till he was done. It was an impossibility. He continued pumping himself with a look of total and overwhelming shame on his face.

Cassie said into the microphone, "Think about this moment every time you jack it from now on."

Devin squeezed out the last few drops. They fell to the carpet. That carpet had to be a vile, sticky mess now. Devin broke down into huge, wracking sobs. But he continued to stand before the camera, not trying to cover his softening penis. Cassie had established herself as the one in charge.

"Here's how it's going to be, little cuz. I own you now. You're mine to do with as I please. You'll do everything I say from now on. First, clean off that camera lens. Your spluge is blocking half the picture."

Devin stepped forward to comply. Cassie added as an extra twist of the knife, "Use your tongue to do it."

That stopped him. He looked like he might actually argue. She added, "If you don't, I'll send video of you whacking off to your mother's email. All it'll take is one click. It'll come from a private email service that can't be traced back to me."

Devin looked horrified at the prospect of his mother seeing what he'd just done. This would be way worse than any of his sticky sheets and stained couches. She’d seen him doing it before, but hadn’t seen the climax. He couldn’t bear the thought of her witnessing that. He picked up the cam, and after a long hesitation, ran his tongue over the lens. The girls got a brief closeup of his looming pink tongue before the image went briefly dark. After he set the camera back down on the desk, they could see him making disgusted faces as he swallowed his semen. He looked into the camera resentfully.

"Dry off the lens, now. Use the cum rag that's probably in the same drawer your lotion was in."

"It's not in the drawer. It's under the bed," Devin told her with just a hint of smugness that she'd guessed wrong.

Good, Cassie thought. I don't want to completely break him. He might stop being humiliated.

Devin went to the side of the bed and bent down to retrieve his trusty, crusty cum rag. That position exposed much more than the boy probably realized. He came back and cleaned his saliva off the camera.

Cassie said, "A window is about to appear on your screen. There's a button to give us permission to take over your computer. Including that fancy new cam you're so proud of. Click the button. Oh, and by the way. Good choice in webcams. It produces high grade video. It handles the lighting perfectly. Truly state of the art. It's going to get LOTS of use."

After Devin had allowed the takeover, Cassie zoomed in till his penis and scrotum filled the screen. A small window in the bottom corner of Devin's screen showed him what the girls were seeing. "Oh, come on," he cried.

"You better get used to it," Cassie said, while also hoping he never would. "Sylvia just sent something to your email. It's your new user name and password for an anonymous email account. It's on the same service as mine. You're going to start receiving emails with instructions from various accounts telling you what to do for their own made-to-order videos. You're to do everything they tell you. On camera. Then you're to email the videos back to them. For files that are too large to send, there's a link for cloud storage on the same service that everyone else can access. We thought about making a separate space for each user, but that was going to get tedious. So everyone will have access to whatever everyone else makes you do."

Devin's mouth had been hanging open in shock. "Who are all these people? Who's going to be making me do all that stuff?"

"The first group is kids from the two pool parties. And their friends. And friends of their friends. And so on. And so on even more. You'll be famous at quite a few schools in the area. For the second group, Sylvia hacked YOUR school's database and got all the students' email addresses. You've been foolish enough to mention the names of kids you've had problems with over the years. The boys who've bullied you. The girls who've bullied you. The girls you were interested in but shot you down in flames. I never forget a name. Over the next few weeks, we're going to be making contact with them. Soon, they’ll be emailing you instructions. And I’ll be telling them to let you know they’re from your school. So you’ll know that any number of your classmates will be seeing you do whatever naked, depraved act they command. And you’ll never know who they are. Unless they give themselves away by snickering, or hysterically laughing, whenever they pass you in the hall.

“Some of the girls will probably want some in-person performances. But that's up to them. Sylvia and I are only in charge of the online fun. The boys who’ve bullied you will have a whole new arsenal at their disposal. Who knows what they’ll do to you. Who knows what you’ll have to do to THEM.”

Devin staggered backwards and sat down on his bed. He put his face in his hands.

“Everyone will have access to all your previous videos, including the one from tonight. And don’t worry that tonight’s was mostly conversation before the money shot at the end. I'm sure even the footage before you so obligingly took your clothes off and whacked your wienie will be popular. Where else can someone see and hear a boy being so open and honest about such personal matters?"

Devin was saying over and over, "Please... please... please..."

"Then there’s a paid site. Once a week, you'll be on camera for a couple of hours or so. Kids will log on and give you instructions in real time. You're to do everything they say. Sylvia and I get the proceeds in bitcoin. Don't worry. We'll be generous. I'll throw some of it your way every now and then. After all, it's all made possible by YOUR blood, sweat, tears, semen, and probably urine. I don't want to even think what else."

"Please... please... please..."

"There’s another section of that site, also paid, that will feature a live feed from your cam 24/7. You're never to turn it or your computer off. When you and Aunt Melanie come down next weekend, I'm going to give you a present. It's a nanny cam clock. Sylvia has modified it a bit. It has a much better camera inside it, now. As good as the one you're so proud of. The one you undoubtably regret talking Aunt Melanie into buying for you. Your all new clock cam will use your wi-fi to upload a live stream just like your computer's cam. You're to place it in your bathroom with a good view of the toilet and shower. If you have a shower curtain, you're never to use it again. You'll never know when someone... or a lot of someones... will be watching you take a shower, take a leak, take a crap, wipe your ass. I'm glad you have a private bathroom. I wouldn't have done this if it would catch Aunt Melanie. I actually like HER. And don't worry, she'll never suspect anything about the clock. I know she's not very tech savvy. If she asks about it, tell her you put it in there to keep you on time for school in the mornings.

“Later, I think we’ll add another cam or two to your bedroom so everyone can see you from multiple angles. You’re to masterbate in bed at least twice a week. Without the covers. Let’s say, twice a week in the shower, too. Don’t do it every day. We don’t want your channel to get formulaic and predictable.

"And if you're thinking about trying to weasel out of this well deserved revenge, just know two things. First: I just have to make one little click and all your videos get uploaded to everyone everywhere. Not just your classmates and other kids. Your mom and dad and all our other relatives. Second: None of this can be traced back to Sylvia or me. We've left a trail that leads back to YOU. If anyone investigates, all the evidence will show that Devin the Devil is behind it. It was even initiated from your regular email account. You won't just be disgraced and disowned. You'll end up in prison. Boys have been sent there for just sexting a single risqué photo to their girlfriends. But I'm sure a cute little thing like you will make LOTS of friends there. You'll be a very busy boy. I might even be nice and send you some knee pads. And lots of your favorite lotion. You'll need it for a different part of your body than before. Your rear instead of your front.

“So, I suggest you just play the game. Exposing yourself in videos and to your online audience… and whatever the girls and boys at your school make you do… won’t be nearly as bad as being butt buddy to Big Bubba and all his pals in prison.”

"Please... please... please..."

“And, of course, whenever you grace us with one of your visits, I can do whatever I want to you. Along with my friends. And since I’m a wonderful person, I have LOTS of friends. We’ll all take long walks in the woods behind the house. Just you, me, and three or four others at a time. Maybe five or six. There’ll be boys as well as girls. As you know from personal experience, humiliating another person isn’t just something that girls enjoy. And there’s that boy from the pool. The big one who likes to manhandle you. Really, really likes it. He’s asked for some alone time with you whenever you visit. And he’s paying well for the opportunity. Don’t worry. I’ve told him to not leave any marks. You have to stay pretty for the camera. Even so, I think you’re going to get some tough love from that one.”

Cassie paused, thinking. "That's it for now, I believe."

Sylvia leaned over and whispered something to her. Cassie said, "Not bad. Devin, put your pajama bottoms on... no underwear... leave the t-shirt off. Then call your mom in to tell her you got carried away while masterbating and had an accident all over the carpet. Tell her you don't know how to clean it up. Wipe your stuff off the desk first. We don't want her associating you and your dick with the computer. Smear what you get off the desk on the crotch of your pajamas. Make it nice and yucky. With any luck, she'll make you take them off right there on camera. We might even get to see some smacks across your bottom. This'll be a fun video. Be sure to look all embarrassed and contrite. That shouldn't be a problem.

“We’ll have to come up with other scenarios to keep your livestream spicy when it starts. Like… arrange for Aunt Melanie to catch you jerking it. Again. And, let’s see… REALLY wet the bed and tearfully call mommy in to help you with your dripping jammies.”

Sylvia added, “Find another horny boy at school and bring him over for a little mutual tension release.”

Cassie told her, “You’re good at this. I’m appointing you Head of Creative Development.”

Looking back at Devin, Cassie's face turned hard. "Little cuz, you never should've started invading my space... my HOME... all those years ago. All the paybacks up till now have only been leading up to THIS. And THIS is going to go on as long as I want it to. Which will be till you’re out of high school at least. Probably into college. Even when we shut it all down one day, all those images of you will still be out there. And I’ll always be able to helpfully guide anyone in your life to them. Anonymously, of course."

"Please... please... please..."

Devin would say that often throughout the following years, even though it never seemed to work.