By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2025 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
[2,384 words]
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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.
Tricked and not treated II
(Never underestimate the abilities of a talented and motivated 12-year-old; you will regret it!)
The
first thing Bobby noticed was the glee in Lisa’s eyes. She was twirling
a lasso above her head like an expert. Her blazing red hair giving her
the look of a wild cowgirl in a roping contest.
Missy’s dirty
blonde hair was in direct contrast to Lisa’s flowing hair, which
reached the top of her shoulders. Missy’s hair barely made it to the
nape of her neck.
Nancy, a cute brunette, turned to Bobby. “Now you’re in for it.”
Nancy took Lisa aside and described the bet she had made with him.
Bobby
didn’t really know Lisa at all, despite the fact he spent so much time
at her house. Lisa always seemed to be busy, whether doing schoolwork,
engrossed in the world wide web, or running around the neighborhood.
She always seemed to be going full speed ahead.
Maybe that’s why
Bobby was surprised when Lisa boldly approached him, stopping not more
than two inches from him. The top of her head came up to Bobby’s chin,
but when she spoke so forcefully, hands on her hips and meeting his
gaze, he was taken aback.
“So, the tough guy thinks he can escape easily. I want you to repeat exactly what you and Nancy agreed upon. Now!”
Flabbergasted, Bobby couldn’t respond for a few moments.
“What’s the matter Bobby,” she continued. “Are you chickening out?”
“No, of course not. When I win, I get to tie up Nancy for an hour and have some fun with her.”
“I’m
confused Bobby, when you win? How about if I win the bet and you stay
tied up for two hours and me and Nancy can do what we want to you?”
“Two hours? No, no, no . . . “
“Yes,
an hour for Nancy and an hour for me, since I’ll be the one tying you
to that tree. I mean, you said you were going to win, so what’s the big
deal?”
“OK, fine. Two hours, but then I get to tie you up too.”
“Don’t
be so gross. You’re a guy. What are you, like, an adult? You’re
supposed to know better. You’d get in big trouble for that. It’s OK for
Nancy, since she’s in high school with you. I’m in seventh grade.”
“Fine. But when you do get older, watch out.”
“Oh, I’m so scared. By the way, you got the 10 bucks on you?”
“Sure, but I’m not going to need to give to you or anybody.”
“Great. But you should be willing to hand it over as a sign of good faith. Give it to Missy. She’ll hold it.”
Bobby wasn’t going to argue. He gave the 10-dollar bill to Missy.
“And since you’re such a good sport, I’m going to give you 10 whole minutes.”
“I won’t need it.”
“We’ll see, now just back up to the tree.”
Bobby took his place while Lisa unraveled her rope, the same rough rope used in construction.
She
started by looping the rope through the belt buckle on his left side
and knotting it. Then she started walking around the tree, the rope
digging into his stomach as it was layered upward, giving the
impression he was wearing a sash.
Every other turn around the
tree, she’d loop the rope around Bobby’s hands. With just a few feet of
rope remaining, she reversed herself by looping his left hand and then
going behind the tree and looping his right hand. Then she returned to
the back of the tree and tightened the rope so that Bobby’s hands were
drawn behind him and then tied off.
“Time starts now,” Lisa said, who took a seat on the ground in front of him and smiled as he tried to figure a way out.
Bobby
couldn’t move his hands at all. He thought he’d be tied like Nancy, who
had her hands at her side and could have easily unraveled the rope. In
this state, Bobby didn’t have an opportunity to loosen the ropes around
his body, let alone get his hands free.
Eight minutes later, Bobby had made absolutely no progress and started to whine.
“This isn’t the way Nancy was tied. This is unfair. The bet is off.”
“I’m
sorry Bobby, did we discuss how the rope was going to used other than
tying you with it? See, that’s why you needed to fork over 10 dollars,
so you couldn’t weasel out of it. In fact, now that time is up, you can
keep struggling. It’s not going to bother me or Nancy for the next two
hours.”
Bobby realized he had been tricked. “OK, great, you guys got me. How about I give you another 10 bucks and you just let me go.”
“Not a chance big shot. You thought you were too good for us. Now we get to do whatever we want.”
Lisa motioned to Missy and whispered in her ear. Missy giggled and ran off.
“What’s that all about?” Bobby asked.
“None
of our business. I will tell you that you need to keep quiet or
everybody in the neighborhood will come over and see how you lost a bet
to a 12-year-old girl.”
“Besides, since James is unavailable, you needed to do something else,” Nancy said. “We’re just helping you entertain yourself.”
Bobby
was about to respond before Nancy walked over and started tickling his
side. He couldn’t help laughing and tried even harder to loosen the
ropes. They didn’t budge.
“Remember Bobby, you agreed we could do anything we want,” said Nancy, who continued tickling him.
Bobby
considered his current situation. He was tied to a tree without the
possibility of escape and if he really thought about it, knew he was to
blame. Stupid girls! Now he was at the mercy of his best friend’s two
younger sisters. Why the heck did James have to get sick? He’s to
blame! Stupid James!
Nancy continued her tickle torture while
Lisa stood back, laughing at how easy it was to trick poor little
Bobby. Lisa knew Nancy had a little crush on Bobby and that made the
situation all the better. She promised her 14-year-old sister never to
reveal that secret. But thinking about it, perhaps she could reveal
other ‘secrets.’
Lisa is very smart. She tested as a genius at school and was taking classes normally reserved for the smart eighth-graders.
An
average student, Bobby was really no match for the 12-year-old. At 17,
he considered himself smarter than most people. Darn, it’s the
Puericil, he thought, which made him feel like a little boy in certain
situations with girls. Stupid Puericil!
Missy returned, carrying
a grocery bag full of chips and fruit drinks. She was accompanied by
three other girls, all seventh graders. He would learn their names were
Zoe, Dorian and Hannah.
“All right everyone, please take a seat
and the show can begin,” Lisa told the girls. “Nancy and I have
magically captured an alien creature, in this case a teenaged boy, and
we’re going to experiment on him.”
Bobby turned to look at
Nancy, but did not say a word. The look of horror on his face told
Nancy everything she needed to know. She smiled back, sweetly.
“Now, we can’t really strip him naked and slice him up with a knife, but perhaps there are other things we can do,” said Lisa.
Weird
noises started coming out of Bobby, who turned red on every part of his
exposed flesh. He felt so embarrassed hearing “Strip him naked” and
looked out at four giggling 12-year-olds. He was trapped and a rush of
vulnerability consumed him.
Nancy looked back at his zipper and
realized Bobby had grown hard. “Oh, look everybody, I think Bobby likes
this.” She pointed at his groin. Full blown laughter followed.
“Please, please, please … “ Bobby said quietly.
“Of course, Bobby, since you asked so nicely.” Nancy ran her finger up and down his jeans where the bulge was clearly visible.
“Oh please, no. no,” Bobby said, his wiggling increasing against the tree.
Lisa
walked up to Bobby, grabbed him by his cheeks and stared into his eyes,
saying “the prisoner will remain quiet or be gagged!”
Another flush of embarrassment, as Bobby, who began whimpering, realized he was completely under her power.
“You may continue Nancy.”
And
so the 14-year-old high school freshman continued tracing the outline
of Bobby’s bulge, a sudden wave of intense excitement washing over her.
All Bobby could do was whimper and hit the back of his head against the
tree.
“Hey, can we see it?” Missy asked innocently.
“Well Missy that depends. Have you ever seen one before?”
“Nope, never.”
“And you guys?” Lisa asked the other three. Zoe raised her hand and said she’s seen two of three up close.
“My mom said little boys shouldn’t have any privacy,” she said by way of explanation.
“Nancy, how about you? I know I’ve never seen James naked. Have you?”
“Once, when he was getting out of the shower. It was interesting. But I’ve never seen anyone else’s.”
“Well then,” Lisa, deviously looked at Bobby, said. “I guess we need to see what all the fuss is all about.”
End of part II
Tricked and not Treated Part III
(An ordeal of enormous embarrassment for Bobby means excitement and fun for the girls who get to participate)
The
sweat oozed down Bobby’s face as he realized what was in store for him.
These girls, all three to five years younger than he, had him securely
tied to a tree and intended to expose his penis.
Nancy continued
to run her forefinger along the bulge in Bobby’s pants, making sure it
would be rock hard when it was released from hiding.
The five other girls looked, wide-eyed, at each, giggling at the prospect of seeing a boy’s private organ.
Bobby
wanted to melt into the tree and disappear. Waves of humiliation flowed
through him as he anticipated the coming revealing.
Low moans and whimpers slipped through Bobby’s lips and he closed his eyes, hoping that it would make him invisible.
“Ladies
and gentle …. I mean, boys, we will proceed with the unveiling of
Bobby’s boner,” Lisa announced. “First, I think we all want to get a
closer look, so please stand up and gather around.”
It couldn’t
get any worse for Bobby. Any attempt to escape his current situation
proved fruitless. His face turned a red crimson, manifesting the
extreme embarrassment he already felt.
“Nancy, would you be so kind as to pull his zipper down,” Lisa said.
Already close enough to touch Bobby, the girls leaned further in as Nancy slowly pulled Bobby’s zipper open.
The
sound of the opening zipper and the feel of Nancy’s fingers sent icy
shivers into every inch of Bobby’s body. With each passing second, his
embarrassment leapt to new heights.
Nancy completed her mission and took a step back, with Bobby’s white underwear still covering his penis.
“And now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for,” said Lisa, nodding to Nancy.
The
14-year-old reached past the slit in Bobby’s underwear, grabbed hold of
his penis and yanked it free. She again took a step back as the girls
all marveled at the sight of a real live teenage boy’s boner.
It
had popped free and bobbed back and forth as Bobby tried everything in
his power to get it back inside his pants. But the power belonged to
the girls, especially Lisa and Nancy. How was he ever going to face
them again? He’d have to move to another country.
“Oh my goodness, that’s the cutest one I’ve ever seen,” Zoe said.
Lisa smiled at the comment. “Yeah, it is pretty cute,” she said, drawing even more attention to it.
Missy, Dorian and Hannah each expressed admiration for the sight.
“There’s something missing though,” said Lisa. “I though boys had those other things on them.”
“You mean ball sacs,” said Zoe. “Yeah, it’s not really complete without them.”
“Nancy?”
She
didn’t need much more encouragement, already reaching inside his
underwear and grabbing his balls, pulling them out for display.
“Yeah, that’s the way I like it,” said Zoe.
“Yeah, I mean, it really makes it real,” said Missy.
Inches away, the girls examined Bobby’s penis. “Hey, can we touch it?” It was Zoe.
“But of course,” Lisa said. “Nancy got a good feel so you all can have a good feel too.”
They
all took turns feeling every inch of Bobby’s exposed flesh. He kept his
eyes closed through the whole ordeal, so he was aware of who did what.
All he knew that his excitement level was rising, as was his shame. He
didn’t want some 12-year-old making him squirt. That would be the worst
of the worst. He’d have to wash himself for hours. It’s bad enough to
breathe so hard.
Moments before his release, Lisa called off the
grouping and announced they had a present for Bobby, for being so
‘cooperative.’
Nancy brought out some water-based paints and
brushes and Lisa said they could each draw a picture on Bobby’s stomach
and then sign it.
Nancy made sure there was enough space by pulling Bobby’s T-shirt up and over his head.
The
two hours seemed like weeks to Bobby as he felt the girls drawing on
his skin. All the while, his boner remained hard and available. Nancy
and Lisa took special interest in this part of Bobby’s anatomy. Nancy
drew a red heart on it and Lisa added smiling lips.
He was
released after a couple of hours. Bobby quickly zipped up and ran off
without comment. Nancy couldn’t wait to tell some of her friends at
high school.
The End