Marc CFNM 8 and 9

By Bordertown

Copyright 2024 by Bordertown, all rights reserved

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Marc 8



This story follows on from Marc 7.

Marc’s younger twin sisters are staying at a friend’s house.

5pm, and the ten girls arrived for the babysitting lesson; his four Latina sister babysitters, and the six new girls. And there was also Ariana, nearly 12 – Marc’s new European girlfriend. His mother took the six new girls aside, to ensure they understood that Marc would soon be naked. But she explained in earnest that this was very important, as parents would expect them to bathe their children whilst babysitting. And they needed to practice, and get used to boy nudity. And today was a perfect opportunity.

The six new girls were all around 11-and-a-half – a little younger than Marc, who would be 12 in a few days. And of course, his devious mother specialised in finding only the loveliest and prettiest girls to see her beautiful son, and his big elephant trunk-like penis. And – as of recently – his erected penis. His mother was thrilled to learn her son had started getting erections, which added an exciting new dimension to his cfnm activities.

The living room was crowded out with girls. Fourteen-year-old Zoe, the eldest of the Latina sisters had been schooled by Marc’s mother and played her part. She introduced Marc and told the girls he was the cutest boy babydoll – perfect for babysitting practice. “As you can see Marc is very handsome, but injured, and he needs washing, and his bandages changed, so you’ll learn some nursing too.”

Cat, Zoe’s 13-year-old sister entered the living room. “Bath’s ready.”

The tension was palpable in the large, crowded bathroom. Zoe thanked the new girls for attending, and again explained the Marc was very brave, as he was going naked so that the lesson would be as realistic as possible. But he was wearing a sleep mask, as it was just a little embarrassing. And if any girls were not comfortable seeing him naked, they could wait out this part of the lesson. No one left the bathroom.

He stood facing the gaggle of girls, sightless. Trembling. Some girls were still in school uniform. Others in dance class gear, or tween outfits.

Zoe chatted as she sat on the edge of the tub. A babysitting commentator. She turned Marc sideways for a good, dangly view, and removed his arm sling and pajamas. And just like that, his big floppy penis was exposed. Hanging out. The tension ramped up. Marc turned again, and stepped into the tub, his back to the girls. Zoe began washing him with a sponge. Continuing to talk non-stop.

“Who wants a turn?” She offered the sponge. No takers. More tension, which Marc could taste in the air as he shook. Zoe spent time sponging his butt and legs. The girls watched on. She turned him around, and kept talking and explaining. But Marc’s big dangly elephant trunk was again the center of attention. Zoe washed his legs, and carefully washed around his privates. Then she put the sponge down, and soapily massaged his scrotum and penis with her hand. The new girls watched in fascination as he swelled up, and fully erected in under five seconds. Stiff and hard. Pointing up toward the ceiling. About 5 inches, thick, and standing proud, about a 55–60-degree angle. A large phallus for his age – turning 12. Marc was hairless, pretty much, but his testes were beginning to develop, and he did have a noticeable scrotum.

“Oops,” said Zoe, feigning surprise. “This happens sometimes. It’s just something you have to get used to with boys.”

The new girls were shocked to suddenly see Marc’s phallus sticking up and out, appearing large on his boyish frame.

One of the new girls walked out. Hands to her face. Another followed. Then another. But the other three new girls and Ariana watched on, wide-eyed as Zoe washed and stroked Marc’s erection.

Marc’s mother’s voice echoed from the living room. Then all the girls left the bathroom, including Zoe, and Marc stood there alone with his sleep mask. A minute later, Zoe returned. She closed the bathroom door and sat back on the tub. She said the group viewing was too much for some of the new girls, so they would try again, but with just two girls at a time.

Marc remained sightless. His cock remained pointing up, bone-hard. No deflation. It was all too stimulating.

Zoe spanked his butt. Surprisingly loud. “You are a very rude boy going Oh la la, and showing off your big thing to these innocent young girls.”

Marc didn’t answer.

She whispered, “But you should have seen their faces.”

Marc trembled some more.

A small knock at the door.

“Come in,” Zoe said.

The first two new girls closed the door and stepped over to the tub. Apprehensive. Nervous.

“Sorry girls, but I did tell Marc to not get excited. But as you can see; he didn’t listen. And I know it can be embarrassing, but we just have to deal with it and continue the lesson. And he needs to be properly washed all over, okay?”

The girls didn’t answer. But continued to stare at Marc’s stiff cock.

“It’s all part of learning to be a babysitter.”

Zoe decided to wash his hair, and sat Marc down. The head of his cock poked out of the water. “Marc’s playing peekaboo,” said Zoe. The two girls giggled as they knelt on the floor. They shampooed, then rinsed with the hand shower. “Very good,” said Zoe.

Marc stood up. Still too stimulating. Still no deflation. Still bone-hard. The two girls were gaining in confidence. They smiled, and asked a couple of questions.

Zoe turned Marc to face the wall. Behind his back, she held up a thumb and forefinger together, like an OK sign. She indicated for the girls to do the same. Then she showed them an up-and-down stroking motion. She raised her eyebrows. Understand?

The girls looked nervous again. They sponged Marc’s back, butt and legs. Then

Zoe took the sponges, and handed them a bar of soap. She motioned for them to soap their hands, then took the soap back. Then she guided one girl’s left hand, and the other’s right around to Marc’s front, to his scrotum and penis. As expected, both girls were hesitant and pulled their hands away. But Zoe persisted. She guided their hands back. And after some time, both girls gently touched, then cupped, and then soapily massaged his scrotum. Taking turns.

The girls made eye contact as they massaged. Shiny eyes. Silent giggles. Zoe gave them a thumbs up. Then she guided their thumbs and forefingers higher. But they resisted again, and pulled away. Zoe persisted, and after some false starts, the girls began to slowly slide their OK thumbs and forefingers up and down Marc’s very hard shaft. Stroking gently at first, but then a little harder. With tighter grips, taking turns as they pulled his foreskin up and down. The silence in the bathroom was intense.

Marc’s heart thumped. The list of girls feeling and stroking his penis and scrotum was getting longer. Recently, it had started with his 20-year-old Brazilian nanny Juliana, and then all four of the Latina sisters. Even the young twins, Alice and Ana. Who at first had been shocked and shy with his nudity, especially his erected penis. But had since gained in confidence, and now stroked his cock like they owned it.

The two new girls got into a rhythm, taking turns at pulling and stroking his erection as the other massaged his scrotum. More smiles, and silent giggles. A massage and cock-stroking team. They pulled, jerked and massaged for about two minutes. Zoe watched on approvingly.

And then they were done. “Nice job girls,” said Zoe. “You’ll be expert babysitters in no time.” She turned Marc around, and the girls used the hand shower to rinse him down. “Very good,” said Zoe.

The two girls left the bathroom, smiling. They closed the door, but Marc could hear muffled, excited voices in the hallway as they shared their adventure.

Then the next pair of new girls entered. Shy and reticent at first, but then the same scenario played out. Scrotum feeling and massaging, and then soapy cock stroking for an extended period. Silent smiles and quiet giggles. Shiny eyes. Even Marc was surprised at the extent of the pulling and stoking. Very thorough.

And then the last two new girls arrived. Groundhog Day. The girls left the bathroom.

Zoe said, “Just one more,” and Marc knew it was Ariana, his European girlfriend. Ariana didn’t bother with the sponge, and used soapy hands to wash and feel him all over. And she didn’t need encouragement from Zoe, and pulled and stroked his cock from the front with enthusiasm, like she was jerking him off.

And when Ariana was done, the gaggle of girls reentered the bathroom. But the mood had shifted. Much lighter. A more confident tension. Marc stood in the tub facing the gaggle, sightless. His fully exposed, and very stiff cock the center of attention.

He stepped out, was dried with towels, had new bandages applied, and clean pajamas put on. A large tent bulge in his pajama pants, much to the girls’ delight.

Zoe addressed group. “Good job girls, you’ve all done very well with the first part of the lesson. And thanks to Marc for playing his part.” She looked at Marc’s tent bulge. Then back to the girls. “A very BIG part.”

Giggling filled the bathroom.

Marc trembled.













Marc CFNM, Part 9.

This story takes place when Marc is 15.

At the direction of his controlling mother, he does some modeling and acting, but only insofar as it enhances his life of cfnm.



Saturday morning, 11:10am.



The photography studio was inside a converted 19th Century warehouse in a semi-industrial suburb of Montreal. Marc took a bus, then walked the rest of the way. Inside already, were eight girl models; four 11-year-olds, and four 12-year-olds, and Stephanie, the photographer. But no parents allowed, and Stephanie would be taking the girls home afterward in her people-mover.

Marc knew that his mother would be paying Stephanie a small fortune to comply with her twisted instructions. He felt nervous, and trembled as he always did before an episode of cfnm. He hoped that his 12-year-old twin sisters didn’t know any of today’s girl models, but if they did, too bad.

Stephanie had a chillout room with soft couches, bean bags and a large TV screen. Before each photoshoot she would discuss the client, her expectations and timeframes, and she would get the models relaxed and in the mood. And afterwards, a debrief to analyze the photos.

Marc texted Stephanie: 5 minutes away. Time to prepare. Stephanie held up some colorful one-piece swimsuits to show the girls what they would be modeling. Then she showed them a pair of swim trunks that Marc would be wearing. “Marc will be here soon, and he is very good looking 15-year-old, and some of my clients request him especially.”

Then she held up two pairs of boys’ swim briefs, like the famous Speedo brand, worn in Europe, Canada sometimes, but popular in Australia.

“Listen up girls,” she said, with a knowing smile. “All these swimwear items are experimental, and this photoshoot will help the company decide which to proceed with.”

She handed out the boys’ swim briefs for the girls to pass around. “Marc will be wearing these, and I must warn you that they are very revealing, and you can see a lot … if you know what I mean.”

The eight girls were all lovely and pretty and slim, as you’d expect girl models to be. And Marc’s devilish mother only allowed pretty girls to participate in his cfnm shows.

“Whoa, these are small,” said one of the 12-year-olds.

“And super thin,” said another.

“Why are they see-thru?” said Mila, an 11-year-old.

“Now girls, when Marc puts these on, you need to be professional, and not react, and behave like everything is completely normal.”

The group of tweens remained silent. Stephanie ramped up the tension. “Last week I had another boy wear these swim briefs, and some of the young girl models freaked out, because they could see his private parts, pretty much.”

Another girl asked, “Will we actually see his … thingy?

Loud, nervous giggling around the chillout room.

“They are experimental, and yes, you will be able see the size and shape of his things – quite clearly in fact.”

The girls all had little smiles. They looked around at each other. The chillout room fell silent with a nervous expectation.

“But remember girls, we are professionals, and what happens in a photoshoot, stays in the photoshoot.”

Marc walked in. He felt the tension in the room right away. He was introduced to the eight girls. “I’ve just told the girls that you’ll be modeling the new swim briefs.”

“Do I really have to wear them?” asked Marc.

“These lovely girls assure me that even though they are quite young, they are professional models, and are absolutely cool with everything.”

“Umm … okay,” said Marc.

They left the chillout room, and assembled at the studio set in the corner of the warehouse: tripods, cameras, props, white walls, lights, reflectors, diffusers.

There weren’t any change rooms as such, just privacy screens on each side, about 15-feet long, by 6-feet high, with white sheets pinned to wooden frames. And mirrors and clothes hooks behind. The girls went to one side, and Marc to the other. Marc walked out first wearing swim-trunks, no top. Then the girls emerged one by one, stunning and lovely in colorful one-piece swimsuits. “Marc,” said Stephanie, “Don’t these young girls look fabulous?”

Marc smiled. “I’ve seen better.”

Stephanie laughed. Two girls poked out their tongues at him.

There was some makeup, and tinkering with the lighting and set-up, and then the photoshoot began. Marc did as instructed, and posed with the girls in assorted swim trunks. The digital camera worked overtime. There were beachballs and beach umbrellas. An inflatable walrus. A scooter. Big poses and smiles. Laughter.

And then, the moment of truth. A shooting pause as Stephanie produced the two pairs of swim briefs. His devilish mother had specially arranged for the bespoke briefs to be extra revealing. No inner lining. And tight. And see-thru. One pair was a very light-yellow, the other see-thru white. Both small. Thin. Marc played the game. “Do I really have to wear these?”

“Light-yellow first,” said Stephanie, as he went behind the privacy screen. His devious mother had thought of everything, as always. And on his side, the privacy screen was set away from the lights, but with a bright light placed behind, so it acted as a lit backdrop to display his assets in shadow to the unsuspecting girls.

Marc stood close and sideways, and dropped the swim trunks. The shadow of his body, and his prominent, floppy penis and testicles were clearly reflected. He heard a gasp, and a whispered holy shit. He turned away for a few seconds, to give time for all the girls to pay attention. Then he stood sideways and close, and allowed them all a good, long, dangly look. He made his cock flop and bounce for additional effect. He knew that Stephanie was pretending to be preoccupied, and to not notice the erotic display.

Marc had always had a larger than normal penis, much to his mother’s delight, and now at 15, he had a big pair of testicles to match. The very light-yellow briefs hugged and highlighted his testicles nicely, and emphasized his long, fat, flaccid, uncut penis, now constrained like a banana. See-thru fabric. He positioned his soft-cock sideways and down to the left at about a 45-degree angle. An obvious, big curved cock bulge. He began to tremble some more. Very little left to the imagination. But he was dreading the white pair to come. Thinner. Tighter. He took some deep breaths. Yet another show. He put a beach towel around his waist, and stepped from behind the screen – to the cameras, the lights, to Stephanie and the eight young girl-models.

The girls were clearly still shocked. They had just witnessed the clear shadow of his generously sized, non-aroused genitalia. Two girls still had hands to their faces. The set hung tense with silence. Marc stood near the tripod.

“Come on, come on”, said Stephanie. “We need to get this show on the road. Time is money.” She positioned Marc in front of the camera. The eight girls stood close in a semi-circle, lovely in their swimsuits. Four on each side of the tripod, ready for the big reveal. Stephanie stepped forward and whipped the towel away, taking Marc by surprise. His instinct was to put his hands to his crouch, but he resisted, allowed his package to go on full display – the whole point of the photo shoot.

No inner liner. See-thru. There were gasps. And a quiet, OMG. The girls could clearly see his junk. Everything. Nicely bulging. Nicely outlined.

“Well, they are certainly figure-hugging,” said Stephanie. “What do you think, girls?”

Super awkward silence. The eight girls were now extra-shocked. Marc just stood there, trembling. Hands to his sides. The studio lights exaggerated the effect. The girls all stared at his package, like deer in headlights.

Marc’s ability to control erections was limited, but he did have a few techniques that maybe worked, but maybe didn’t. The girls posed with him as instructed. But nervous now. Apprehensive.

He sat on the scooter, a Vespa, with girls behind. His penis inflated somewhat, which didn’t go unnoticed, pushing out the briefs. Then Stephanie sat him down in a folding beach chair. She had 11-year-old Mila pose sideways on his lap. Arm around his neck. Too much, and Marc got a full-blown erection, jammed in the briefs.

Mila got up. Stephanie told Marc to stand. He hesitated. She asked again, her voice louder. “Come on, come on!”

Marc stood, resisting the temptation to cover up, showing off his big erection bulge to all who looked. They all looked. See thru.

One girl said, “Oh my god.” But quietly again, like a whisper, which seemed worse somehow.

Stephanie said, “Mila, what have you done to him?”

Mila stared innocently. “Ummm ... nothing?”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

Marc stepped forward and grabbed the beach towel where Stephanie had dropped it. He covered up. Head down.

Stephanie stepped back from the tripod. “This is a good time for a break. So girls, please keep your suits on for now. But Marc, you’d better put your clothes back on.”

Stephanie busied herself again with camera and set. But the attention of the eight girls went back to the white privacy sheet, anticipating what they might see. And Marc didn’t disappoint. He stood close again, sideways, and whipped the Speedos off, allowing his awkwardly constrained erection to spring out, bounce, then stiffen to super-hard, pointing up at around 55 – 60 degrees. He had once self-measured the angle with a protractor, somewhat inaccurately.

The reflected shadow was extraordinary. A big, hard, long cock sticking up and out from his slim, teen-boy frame. He allowed them a few more seconds of viewing. And let his phallus wave around, but it was so hard, it didn’t move much. He donned his briefs, jeans and button-up shirt that he left untucked to cover up. He stepped out from behind the screen. The girls were now double-extra shocked by what they had just witnessed. Speechless. They all walked back to the chillout room in silence.

Stephanie suggested that Marc go for a walk outside to relax, and the girls sat around the couches and bean bags in their designer swimsuits. They sipped sweet tea that Stephanie had made. She asked them not to spill anything on the suits.

“The shoot’s almost done,” she said. “And you’ve all done very well, but we just need to finish with Marc wearing the second pair of swim briefs.”

Silent seconds. Then a 12-year-old asked, “Will boys actually wear those things? Like in real life? Like at a beach?”

“I suppose,” said Stephanie. “But as I said, this swimwear is on trial, and these photos will help the company decide what to proceed with.”

“But they are soo super-rude, and you can totally see like, everything.”

“Well, you do have a choice, and you don’t have to look.”

There was nervous giggling. The girl put her hands to her face. Embarrassed smile. “That’s impossible!”

Stephanie put her tea cup down, and turned on the TV screen. The photos transferred automatically from the studio cameras. She scrolled through, and stopped when Marc first stood with the towel whipped away. The size and shape and detail of his big cock and balls was super obvious in the tight, see-thru, thin yellow fabric.

“Whoa,” a girl said.

“Holy shit,” said another. The same girl that said holy shit earlier.

“That’s a big sausage,” said Stephanie. “More like a salami.”

The girls said nothing. But some opened their mouths in shock at Stephanie’s words. They continued to stare at Marc’s cock and balls on the screen.

“And a big pair of balls – am I right?”

“Stephanie!” said a girl. “OMG!”

“Well, I’m just being honest.”

Silence.

She scrolled to the first shot when Marc stood up from the beach chair, huge erection bulge. See-thru.

“Stephanie!” exclaimed the same girl, again.

“Teenage boys can get easily excited,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “And boys’ erections can be a problem in the industry, and embarrassing for everyone.”

Stephanie sipped her tea again. A knock at the door. She turned off the TV. The door opened slowly. Marc appeared sheepish. Reluctant to enter.

“Please sit down,” said Stephanie.

He sat down and faced the girls. Big tension in the room.

“How are you feeling young man?”

Marc shrugged.

“Are you okay to continue? We just have the other pair of briefs to model, and then we’re done.”

Marc just sat there. Motionless.

“How do you feel about the swim briefs?”

Marc hesitated before he answered. “I wasn’t expecting to be wearing those,” he lied. “And they are a bit, you know, embarrassing …”

“Yes, they are quite revealing.”

Marc nodded.

Awkward silence. More tension. Stephanie addressed the girls. “I am contractually obliged to complete the photoshoot as requested. And I need you girls to continue with Marc wearing the other pair of briefs.”

No one said anything, again. “And girls, if you find that the briefs show too much, remember, you don’t have to look.” The young girls smiled nervously, and looked around at each other.

Stephanie turned to Marc. “I know it’s a little embarrassing, but I need you to continue.”

A few minutes later, Marc stood in front of the camera again, the beach towel around his waist. He’d just changed behind the screen, and had again shown off his big floppy shadowy cock and balls before donning the see-thru white swim briefs.

The girls were lined up again. Groundhog Day. He removed the towel. Thinner, tighter, see-thru. The size and shape of his big flaccid cock and balls were extra-highlighted. There were gasps. Intakes of breath. The young girls all stared, transfixed. Deer. Headlights. Marc had positioned his flaccid penis straight down this time, as instructed. Big banana bulge. The white briefs had a left-side tearaway, which the pressure of a full-blown erection would activate.

The camera worked; the girls posed. Subdued, nervous smiles. Eight pairs of eyes flicked down to Marc’s package at every opportunity. He sat on the scooter again with two girls behind. To his relief, he stayed non-aroused. But then Stephanie had him kneel again, and a girl sat on his shoulders. He stood up. And it was too much. And blood pumped. And in seconds, he had another huge erection bulge, this time pushing straight out. Pressure. The girls all stared, wide-eyed. Some girls were close to him. Some put hands to their mouths and faces. With the girl on his shoulders, the tearaway popped. The briefs came away, and hung down from the right side. His bone-hard cock found its natural position. Sticking up at 55 – 60-degree angle. Marc was naked on the set. Stiff cock fully exposed to the eight girls. And his large pair of balls. A couple of seconds ticked by. The girls were in absolute shock. Disbelief. More deer. And more headlights.

“I think we’re done,” said Stephanie.

Marc knelt. The girl got off his shoulders. She stepped away and turned. And stared. Marc stood, then stepped over and grabbed the towel to cover up. He skulked back to the privacy screen, where he put on another shadowy, phallic display.

“Girls, please change back into your clothes,” said Stephanie.

They silent girls went behind their privacy screen, and Stephanie walked Marc to the warehouse entrance. She smiled wickedly as she opened the door. “That went pretty well.”

Marc left the warehouse, and headed for the bus stop.








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