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Copyright 2024 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
My Naked Summer: An innocent game leads to humiliating results for Dudley, the eldest of 17 kids at a family reunion
The
Stanhope family reunion had been meticulously planned for nearly six
months. Six families, 12 adults and 17 kids, all 16 or younger,
together in a privately-owned compound of cottages, picnic areas, a
common room, barbeque pits, hiking trails, a small lake and other
amenities a few miles east of Lewis and Clark State Park across the
Sandy River in Oregon.
It had been 10 years since the last reunion, held in a campground in Tennessee. The family numbers had doubled since then.
When
I was six, none of us thought it odd to spend days naked. I think we
were a little curious, but it wasn't a big deal to jump in the lake
without a stitch and then to shower together in an outdoor setting.
There were eight of us then, four boys and four girls. I remember two
others were too young to join in and one girl was at a cheerleader camp
and she was only five back then.
The boys were aged six, four,
two and one. The girls were four, two and the twins were three. I was
the leader of the boys and we sure did pick on the girls, who quite
often showed up for their showers caked in mud or covered in grime.
This
time, there were 10 girls and seven boys. We had been emailing among
ourselves the month leading up to the reunion negotiating the rules of
our planned boys vs. girls "war," in which the winner would have more
"prisoners" at the end of a week. There were obvious cease-fires when
it was dinner time/bed time. Otherwise, the battles would commence each
day at 10 a.m., resuming from the point where things had been suspended.
There
were two barns, until a few years ago full of horses, one on each side
of the compound. The boys took the east barn because it was close to
the lake and thus easily defendable. The girls got the west barn, which
was on higher ground and closer to most of the hiking trails.
If
the boys were able to control the "seas," they could have a direct line
to a spot close to the girls barn. If the girls controlled the seas,
the boys would be forced to march the long way around the compound,
which meant winding trails.
The first day was one of a peaceful
exchange of pleasantries and reconnaissance of the area. I met with
15-year-old Kayla and our 14-year-old cousin Leslie as leaders of the
respective groups. I hadn't seen either of them for at least five years
and let me tell you they had both grown into healthy young women. That
was a trait of my aunts' side of the family.
My brother,
14-year-old Donovan, and I weren't bad-looking, but the girls put us to
shame. They dressed and acted like college women. Me and Donovan looked
like a couple of teenage farmers in blue jeans.
I didn't like
the feeling that gave me. We were already outnumbered and now I felt
they held an edge in smartness and sophistication.
The
13-year-old twins Emma and Rose also had some early blooming going on
and 12-year-old Erin was cute too. Lainey and Genna, both nine, and
eight-year-old Ellie also had things going for them in the looks
department. That left six-year-old Shay and four-year-old Millie as the
girls' weakest link. We'd need to capture them first.
In
addition to me and Donovan, the cousins on our side included
12-year-old Leonard, 11-year-old Peter, 10-year-old Paul,
seven-year-old Barry and six-year-old Gordon.
My strategy was
for me and my brother to follow the lake and try to get as close to the
girls' barn as possible. From there, we could each take a side of the
barn. That left the other five to guard our barn. They were scattered
around various vantage points.
Donovan and I started our trip at
exactly 10 a.m. and were sneaking toward the girls' barn until we saw
Erin and Millie walking right toward us. We were able to hide, ambush
them and capture them without any trouble. I had Donovan escort them
back to our barn while I continued alone.
Reaching a spot close
to the barn, I went to hide behind a rock. I could see Lainey and Shay
walking right toward me. This is too easy I thought.
As they
passed the rock, I jumped out and was getting ready to take them
prisoner when I was ambushed by Kayla, Leslie, Emma, Rose, Genna and
Ellie. I raised my hands and throw down my weapon as ordered. They
gathered around me and marched me back to their barn. Meanwhile, Lainey
and Shay continued their walk toward our barn.
Crap, not even an
hour into it I get caught. I started thinking how foolish I was to
first, go on my own, and second, not to realize it was all a ploy. Now
I had to start making escape plans. My boys could not go without their
leader.
I was walked to the first stall, which had a sturdy
metal fence on the side facing the front door. At least, I thought,
they were making it easy for me to escape since I could see everything
happening in the front. I just had to think of a way to get through the
fence or pick the lock on the stall door.
"If I didn't know how dumb boys are, I'd think you were the dumbest of all," Kayla said. "Just divide and conquer."
The
other five girls gathered around Kayla, one holding what I thought was
a belt, another holding a big plastic yard bag and third with some
bracelets.
"We're going to process you as our prisoner. Take off your shirt and put your hands behind your back."
The
twins, Emma and Rose, came forward. Emma put my shirt in the bag and
Rose put bracelets on my wrists. The only thing was, they were really
handcuffs and not the toy kind. They clicked shut and Rose handed the
key to Kayla.
Leslie then entered my cage and showed me what I
thought was a belt but was way too small to fit around my waist. It was
a perfect fit around my neck though.
I was mortified by my new
predicament. My rosy red cheeks made sure it was a colorful display of
embarrassment in front of six girls, all younger than me.
"Poor Dudley, the oldest one here and the first one captured," Kayla began as she directed her phone toward me. "Now smile."
After
several photos were taken, probably to be used for bargaining purposes,
I told her I'd let our prisoners go in exchange for my freedom.
"No
thanks Dudley," she confidentally said. "The other four girls are
probably on their way back now. I sent a couple of your pictures to
Donovan, explaining they weren't allowed to leave their barn until
dinner. If they can do that, maybe, just maybe, we'll let you go. Until
then, you are a prisoner and will be treated as such. Just follow all
orders."
That was when the nine-year-olds, Lainey and Genna
entered the stall and told me to lift up my feet, one at a time. They
removed my shoes and socks and handed them to Emma, who filed them away
in the garbage bag.
Then both of them grabbed at my belt. I
pulled away but was grabbed by so many arms, I froze in place. My belt
was removed and tossed to Emma. Then, Lainey and Genna unzipped my
pants and let them drop to my ankles. Again telling me to lift my legs
one at a time, they pulled them off and into the garbage bag they went.
I
have never been so exposed in my life, let alone in front of six
cousins, including the cute Kayla, who was just one year younger than
me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't very well cover anything and
was trying my best to dance around as a way to hide my humiliation.
A couple of minutes later, Erin, Ellie, Shay and Millie walked into the barn and immediately began snickering and giggling.
"You did it!" Erin said. "I can't believe your plan worked so well."
"Like
I keep telling you guys, boys are dumb," Kayla responded. "And you guys
are just in time for the unvieling. Let's all gather around."
"No,
no, no, no, no, please, oh no, please not that," I stammered as I saw
Emma and Rose, each with a pair of scissors in their hand, approach me,
their eyes squarely on my crotch area, featuring a boner that
perversely stuck out, and pushing against my underwear.
More
giggling, more titters, more utterances like "Oh my gosh, he grew so
big all of a sudden," "I get to see a boys weiner!" and "This is so
cool."
Emma took one side and Rose the other. They each placed their scissors atop the elastic part and cut all the way through.
I
was nearly in tears and pleading for them to stop. It was no use. With
little fanfare, Emma grabbed the useless material and raised it into
the air to the sounds of delight and hand clapping.
I couldn't
stop jumping around, which made my penis jerk all over the place. That
only made it worse for me and better for them.
Oh my goodness, I was stark naked in front of all my girl cousins and I could do nothing to cover up.
"What can we do with him Kayla?" Shay asked.
"Well
girls, he is in a horse barn," Kayla said in response. "I suppose we
need to pretend he's a horse and some of you can ride him. Some of you
need to take care of him too. He needs to be bathed, groomed and fed. A
horse can't do anything for himself."
I felt utterly defeated,
self-concious and embarrassed to the extreme. I was no longer in a
position of authority; reduced to acting like an animal. I'm never
going to live this down.
Lainey, Genna, Ellie, Shay and Millie
got first dibs on riding the "horse." Meanwhile Leslie, Emma, Rose and
Erin were getting ready to wash and groom me. Kayla held a bucket of
water for me to drink.
Kayla stroked the side of my face as I
drank. "Such a good pony," she kept repeating, drilling the feeling of
helplessness into my mind.
Four-year-old Millie got the first
ride, using my hair to guide me along one of the old horse trails that
circled the compound. No one else was supposed to be in the compound
but that didn't stop me from imagining noises in the bushes or thinking
about what it would be like to run around my high school like this. My
face felt on fire from the blushing.
Shay, Ellie, Genna and
Lainey each took their turns, with the cleaning and grooming crew
taking over between rides. Leslie, Emma, Rose and Erin each took turns
rubbing suds all over me, including my weiner. They also rinsed me off
while Kayla gave me a drink and a carress each time.
The first
"cleaning" felt really good and I almost forgot I was naked in front of
girls. That changed whenever one of them got close to my weiner. They
all took advantage and made sure to make plenty of contact, including
pressing it down as far as it would go and letting go to see it flop
around. That always got a laugh.
The remainder of my rest times were torturous and my balls began to ache something awful.
It
was finally getting close to dinner time and the end of the first day's
war. Just before time was up, Kayla reminded me of the rules.
"You're
to be here no later than 10 a.m., undressed, wearing your collar and
handcuffs," she said. "I hope you have a nice night. Bye."
"Wait, Kayla, what about my clothes? I can't go to dinner like this," I said half-pleading.
"You should have thought about that before getting captured."
With that, all the girls left the barn, leaving me alone in my predicament.