10 Minutes a Slave

By CrackCorn

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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. 

Sisters and I play a trivia game with minor punishments for wrong answers. Visiting cousins have wild new ideas for consequences for wrong answers.

Chapter 1
I'm Johnny. When we were growing up Dad always kept us supplied with reference and trivia books. Somehow we got into an almost daily trivia game we called "10 Minutes a Slave." Sister Ancie was a year older but I was able to play on her level. It worked this way: Dad kept a jar filled with trivia questions and two numbers. First number was for the page number of the dictionary or trivia book we were using at the time. Second number was for the entry on the page. We'd often play after school. Ancie would draw out a random note, look up the item ("Ankara" for example), and pose a question ("Ankara is the capital of what country?"). I"d either know the answer or not. Then I'd do the same thing for her. We'd repeat. As soon as one of us didn't know the answer, that person had to be a slave to the winner for 10 minutes. We set a timer. The loser might have to fold the winner's laundry, bring milk and cookies from the kitchen, do a chore for the winner. Simple stuff like that.

When I was maybe 13 Aunt Mabel reduced her work hours and started visiting some afternoons. She always brought our cousins: pretty Brenda was 15; slender Darla only 11. The cousins watched us play the Slave game, and got interested, particularly in what the slave had to do for 10 minutes. Brenda had weird suggestions, like being tickled or giving a massage. I told her if she wanted to use her ideas she'd have to play. She wasn't particularly knowledgeable, started out losing, but hung in there. Darla played along but since she was younger we spared her the penalties.

One day we were playing Slave in my room. Brenda finally won–she knew what "postpartum" was. Ancie and I would be slaves. We set the timer and looked to Brenda for our assignment. "Change clothes for the remaining time." A novel penalty, but we went for it. Ancie looked pretty nice in her panties and bra with her white skin. I fit into her girl's shorts and pink t-shirt. Little Darla took a picture of us.

Brenda went back to her losing ways. One day I made her vacuum my room for the 10 minutes. Another day Ancie had her iron the family's cloth napkins.

One day, while Mom and Auntie ran a little errand, we were playing in Ancie's room. Brenda and Ancie knew "femur" but I messed up. They had me wait out in the hallway. I heard some arguing, then some insistent persuasive talk from Brenda. Finally, Ancie announced my job: I had to take off all their tops and feel up their chests. I certainly had no objection to this. In fact I'd been wondering a lot about girl's growing breasts. I quickly pulled off sister's t-shirt and unsnapped her bra. She quickly covered her chest. I unbuttoned cousin Brenda's blouse, frustrated because the unbuttoning was tedious and I could hear the seconds tick away on the timer. I finally pulled it off. She had no bra, stood proudly showing off her chest. What a lovely revelation! Her pretty little tits poked out. I ran my fingers over them. "Don"t forget Darla!" I unzipped Darla"s top, revealing some soft beginning tits with dark nipples standing out.

I glanced at the timer. 6 minutes to go. I decided on 2 minutes per girl and started with Darla. She was shy and guarded. Brenda took her hand and lay her on Ancie's bed. "Go ahead Johnny!" Darla relaxed. Her little beauties felt wonderful. It was so easy to make the nipples hard. 4 minutes left. Brenda lay down. I squeezed her beauties, and started rubbing the nipples. "Suck on them!" Brenda ordered. I pinched one and started sucking on the other nipple. Something about this was so satisfying to me too. "Better suck on the other one too!" Somehow Brenda's hand ended up on the crotch of my pants and she squeezed my hardon through the material. I was shocked, thinking again how Brenda was so much more adventurous than I.

2 minutes. Ancie was still covering up but had been watching how much the cousins enjoyed the attentions. Brenda told her to put her arms down and let me do my job. I got on my knees so I was eye-level with her chest. She reluctantly gave me access. I felt her lovelies then quickly moved to kissing them. Her body seemed tense but her breasts and nipples responded strongly. I wondered: "Maybe from now on we can do this without having to play the Slave game." Ding! Times up. This had been a hell of a Slave game. What else could lie in store?

Chapter 2
A week later I intentionally said "diameter" when the answer was "radius." I wanted to see what would happen. Brenda, the winner, asked if she should make me be naked for the 10 minutes. Darla said "Yeah!" Sister looked shocked but voiced no objection. Rules were rules so what could I do? Brenda asked Darla if she wanted to undress me. Darla, delighted, pulled off my t-shirt, then I had to stand on a low chair. I closed my eyes. I felt my belt being unbuckled, the fly zipped down and my shorts lowered to my ankles. I couldn't help developing a big boner. "Step out of the shorts!" The girls made comments about the bulge in the front of my undies. "Oh, look at that bump!" "Johnny seems quite excited!" and "Ooh I want to see." Brenda told Darla to finish the job. I kept my eyes closed and felt Darla"s little hands pulling down my tighty-whiteys. The waist band hung up on my boner. Brenda told her sister to pull harder. When it was finally freed I felt my stiff little pecker spring out. "Wow!" "Look at that!" "Johnny must really like to be naked!"

Brenda said "We've got 5 more minutes. Johnny, your job is to stand still while we girls examine you." I had to put my hands behind my head. They felt my bare legs and back then my rear end. What a sensation! "Spread your legs!" Reaching between my legs Brenda felt my nuts in their little sack. I felt my pecker growing even more. "OK girls, who wants to check out that nice wiener?" They stroked it and pointed it every which way. I started to get that dangerous sensation before coming. I almost came but was saved by the bell when the timer dinged.

The next time the cousins visited I won and Brenda lost. I had her start the timer. Then I ordered her to take off her top, then her shorts. "Take off the bra and close your eyes," I commanded. She smiled brightly, unhooked the bra in front, dropped it, and shut her eyes. From behind I reached around and felt her up real good. There was something luscious about these developed, tender tits. The other girls watched intently. I ordered Brenda to step out of the panties, lie on the bed, and open her legs. Again, no complaint. She was so brave and confident. The girl parts were kind of a mystery to me. I asked Ancie to show me where the pee came out, and how the baby-making worked. This also revealed a little glistening round thing at the top. "You should lick it" Brenda said. A weird suggestion, but since it was a little distant from the pee hole I tried it. Brenda groaned and started thrashing about. "Do it again!" And I did. Brenda seemed transported. Ding went the timer. "You"re finally getting with the program!" Brenda said, breathless and slowly dressing.

Chapter 3
A week later they visited again. We all went straight into my room. Brenda had no clue about Canadian provinces and was soon doing Ancie's chores. Then I failed to know which blood type was universal. "I've got a great idea!" Brenda murmured, and had me stand to get stripped by the girls. Of course they felt around and my big boner went on display again. There were still maybe 7 minutes left. Brenda to the girls: "Should I have Johnny walk into the living room?" Mom and Auntie were chatting in there. Ancie and Darla also thought this was a great idea, so Brenda ordered it. I tried to argue that this was just a game for us kids and didn't involve any adults. No sympathy. The girls all pointed toward the bedroom door, and my sister walked over and opened it. I was scared, had no idea how the moms would react. The fear suppressed my boner somewhat. I was told to just go in and ask about dinner and if we could watch a show tonight. So...reluctantly I went.

When I appeared the ladies stared at me, astonished, but I made conversation as instructed. "We better see what"s going on" Mom said. She and Aunt Mabel checked the girls and found them fully dressed and not following me around (at that moment). Returning to the living room Mom asked "Why are you completely naked?"

"We were playing the trivia game and I didn't know about a blood type. Since I"m a slave I have to do what the winner says."

"Oh that game" Mom said, "the slave activities have certainly gotten wilder.

Auntie said "Well, I"m sure Brenda was the winner. She's quite a mischievous and adventurous kid! Let's have the girls come sit with us?"

Mom called the girls into the living room, and asked them to sit. "Why are you ordering Johnny to be naked?" she asked.

"It"s just for fun." "Oh, he generally wins." "We wanted to get even."

I couldn't believe what Auntie said next. "You know Marge, it"s kind of nice having a naked boy around. You're lucky. I only had girls. How about you girls? Do you like to have a naked boy around?"

The girls nodded enthusiastically. Mom said "Johnny, since all us ladies like to have a naked boy around would you mind staying that way for a while?"

This was unexpected. My fear and embarrassment somehow got replaced by a feeling of being special, like a celebrity. So I said "Okay." We heard a useless ding sound in the bedroom.

The gals asked me to do things like bring water, adjust the blinds, turn on a lamp. They enjoyed watching me move around. When Dad got home Mom explained the situation, and suggested he was to blame for teaching us the 10-minutes-a-slave routine. He was good-natured about it. Mom invited Auntie and the girls to stay for dinner. Everyone treated naked me like the special one. After dinner I loaded the dishwasher. Brenda "helped" me but kept touching my butt, legs, anywhere she could. I tried to concentrate on the dishes, but couldn't stop that dangerous exciting sensation down below.

Afterward we watched a cop show on TV. I started to have a problem when Brenda sat beside me and started to stroke my bare thigh. Instant hardon. I moved a pillow to my lap. Auntie told Brenda to give me some space. It was a hell of a long evening, very enjoyable, and actually not too terrifying. I'd had no idea it could be so fun being the special naked guy.

Chapter 4
Naturally, at the next trivia game, I deliberately lost by stating that cirrus clouds brought precipitation. This time it was Ancie ordering me to get stripped then run around outside the house naked, including on the sidewalk in front. I was glad for the rain that day and fewer people on the street. My strategy was to go out the back door, hide in shrubbery to kill some minutes, and look for a chance to run around the front unseen.

Well, Auntie and Mom were having tea near the kitchen door. "Hey Johnny" Mom said, "It's nice to see your cute self again, but I don't think you should parade around. Our neighbors might think we're weird."

"I lost again. Ancie ordered me to run around the house. I'll be careful. No one is out there in the rain."

Auntie commented that her daughter had certainly gotten us kids on quite an adventurous path. "I think he can manage it" she said to Mom, "Will you let him do it?"

"I guess. But Johnny, please make sure no one sees you, including people in vehicles." She called Ancie and told her to get a towel ready for when I came back in. The girls and the moms took up positions to watch. Darla stationed herself on the front porch with a phone camera.

The rain felt great on bare skin. I crouched in lilac bushes in the side yard and surveyed the street. No pedestrians, no traffic. Confidently I took off running. How could I know the next door neighbors would be dashing to their car. It was Mrs. Olson and her high-schooler Trish. When they saw me they stopped and gawked. While Trish was smiling broadly Mrs. Olson asked "Johnny, what on earth are you doing naked out in the rain?" I said I had lost a bet with my sister and cousins and this was my punishment. "Maybe I should speak to your mom about this," she said as they got in their car.

Later in the afternoon the Olsons stopped by. Aunt Mabel and her girls were gone, and I was dressed. I heard my mom tell Mrs. Olson that the kids were having a little fun with their game, and that it seemed a good opportunity for the kids to learn about our growing bodies, while also learning a lot of history, geography, etc. Trish asked incredulously "you mean Ancie gets naked too?"

"Oh sure" Mom said, "along with their cousins who are about the same age." Trish was shocked. Her mom seemed a little open to the idea, and cautioned Trish not to talk about this because some mean people are always ready to gossip. The way this worked out was that Trish, with her parents' encouragement, finally ended up joining us in Ten Minutes a Slave. She was a very pretty and well-developed girl, but kind of a loner. Unfortunately she knew a lot of trivia but eventually, after seeing me, my sister and cousins all doing naked chores, seemed to deliberately lose and had to remove all her clothes and dust the chandeliers. This required her to reach up high–it was a lovely display. She had a creamy slender body with great tits. Mom, Aunt Mabel and Mrs. Olson all sat having tea and enjoying this particular slave activity.

The slave game kept us happily engaged for maybe a year. Two of my boyfriends joined. We broke them in gradually but once they realized naked girls were involved they had to join in or be considered sissies. The girls sure enjoyed seeing other naked boys–maybe even more than we boys enjoyed seeing naked girls. The girls were beautiful and their growing breasts held great fascination. But as I thought about it I realized that the girls' state of excitement was hard to detect, but that with the boys a growing boner showed exactly their state of mind. The girls loved to get our penises on display.

One day my friends and I decided to all deliberately lose the trivia game. Brenda somehow had the right answer. She ordered all three of us to stand to get stripped by the girls. The girls had become more proficient at getting our clothes off, and had figured out how to stimulate our excitement. So within a minute we boys were all standing side by side, helpless with stiffies on display. Brenda had us stand so our boners were all together. The girls then did close-up inspections as to size, color, angle of pointing, etc. They had to handle and manipulate them. Ancie got me real pumped up by stroking from my behind and caressing my nuts. This was a memorable day. I could hardly get my pants back on at the end.

When Dad was home, which was rare in daytimes, there was a question about whether the girls, if they lost and were so ordered, should be exposed. The moms, who always had afternoon tea, and were sometimes joined by the neighbor lady, soon dropped all objections to Dad's presence, so he had an occasional afternoon visual feast. It was a great year for me, and I'm sure for the other kids. We sure learned a lot of trivia.