Danny and the Girl Next Door 8

By David

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Danny and the Girl Next Door, Part 8

by David

There were a lot of things that twelve year old Daniel Gilbert did not like. He really hated homework and he despised doing household chores – or "women's work" as his father called it. Housework in particular was tediously boring and humiliating, especially when his stepmother made him do it, which was reason enough to put that at the top of his list.

Our young hero also hated it when people called him "Danny." Unfortunately for him this happened all the time, mostly with Delores, his stepmother, and his Aunt Margerite, as well as some of his teachers, which was one of the reasons why he hated it. He thought "Danny" was a little kid's name and that "Daniel" sounded so much more mature and grown up. The truth of the matter was that, like most adolescents, he was a little bit of both. Either way, there wasn't much he could do about what he was called, other than pout and fuss, which seemed to amuse certain members of his family.

But the big thing that Daniel didn't like was being naked. Ever since he was a little kid he was shy about being seen without any clothes. Unfortunately for our young hero, ever since his stepmother entered his life nudity was a frequent factor in his punishments and daily routine. The first time Delores Gilbert pulled down her stepson's pants for a spanking was forever imprinted in his brain, and it set the tone for countless similar experiences over the past several months. Things had gotten so bad that he was now expected to go entire days, sometimes more, without his clothes, doing his lessons and – horror of horrors! – "women's work" around the house and in general keeping his stepmother entertained.

Which brings us to his latest predicament.

It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon and Daniel was worn and frazzled. The naked lad was padding along the wooded path behind his neighborhood in his bare feet, thinking about how awful his life had become. He’d just gotten the spanking of his life by three of the strangest, meanest girls he’d ever known. Hannah Wilson, also known as “Hannah the Hippo” and her weird, ugly friends, Samantha Jones and Edith McAdams.

“I hate them,” he whispered as he stumbled along the wooded path. “And I hate what they’re doing to me.”

Daniel’s feelings were understandable, of course. It was bad enough that Hannah got to see him naked – thanks to his stupid stepmother! – but for these two other girls to show up that morning and tease and mock him, then beat his bare butt with a paddle … that was the absolute worst!

“The worst,” he mumbled to himself.

“Come on, Danny!” one of the girls yelled. “Don’t be such a slowpoke!”

“I’m coming! You guys are going way too fast. Please slow down a little bit. Please?”

Some whispering followed by a burst of laughter caused his face to turn red.

“We’re not slowing down for anybody,” came the reply. “You better get a move on if you don’t want us to string you up and paddle your fat little ass again!”

The naked lad felt his mouth go into a sad pout. He did his best to pick up the pace while at the same time resisting the urge to say something that would only get him in trouble. The last time he smarted off he’d gotten his face slapped and his butt beat. He didn’t want any more of that; in fact, he’d do anything to avoid getting hit by those stupid girls, even if it meant pretending to be their personal slave.

“This is so dumb,” he muttered to himself. “How do I get in these stupid situations?”

Daniel looked down at his nakedness as he stumbled along behind the giggling girls. Oh, how he hated what he saw! While his captors wore an assortment of jeans, shorts and tops, he had not a stitch to his name, leaving his entire body to view, his nipples, his bare belly, his penis and his naked bottom … everything! It was the most horrible feeling – he never felt so naked in his life!

Adding to the humiliation of running around in his birthday suit were the queer accessories that adorned the youngster’s plump, vulnerable body. A pink leather dog collar – the kind meant for some little foo-foo dog like a poodle or something equally lame, all encrusted with rhinestones and everything! – irritated his neck and made him look ridiculous. Add to that a pair of old military handcuffs that not only restricted his arm movement, but kept him weighed down and demoralized. What he once saw in his father’s girly magazines as interesting and exciting, he was living it all as some sort of horrible nightmare, a dreadful series of tortures that just never seemed to end.

“I hate my life,” he whispered as he followed the three giggling girlfriends. “I wish I was home in bed right now.”

As he walked Daniel couldn’t help but think about each girl and how horrible she’d been to him that day. There was the tall, skinny Samantha with her kinky hair, freckled face and smart mouth, and the little misshapen, lisping Edith with her bizarre sense of humor and face that looked like a frog. And of course there was the obese, ugly Hannah, "Hannah the Hippo," with her pimple infested face, goofy, bucktoothed grin and mischievous curiosity.

Of the three he considered Hannah the worst of the lot … and the one he feared above all others. All she had to do was stare at him with those sparkling, laughing eyes through those stupid looking glasses and he would feel helpless as a kitten. It all began the night before when she caught him doing the chores in his birthday suit; almost immediately she seized power over him and kept him off balance ever since. Where he once mocked and teased her for being so fat and ugly, she now had the upper hand, treating him as her personal play toy and pet. It was a strangely humiliating and exciting arrangement, one that confused the bewildered lad and left him dizzy with shame.

Indeed, all three girls were once outcasts and considered weird among Daniel’s circle of friends. A member of the popular set, he’d agreed with his peers, thinking the odd trio beneath his station and not worth even looking at much less socializing with. Occasionally they were targeted by his friends – Hannah especially – and he’d joined in the teasing and bullying, if for no other reason than to simply be part of the cool kids.

But now things were different. Much different indeed! Now the three eccentric friends were having the time of their lives, far beyond their wildest dreams – and at the total expense of their unfortunate prisoner. What was supposed to be a fun day of movies and spending time with his friends turned out to be a nightmare for the poor boy. Grounded for the weekend by his stepmother, he’d been presented to his former victims as a victim himself, wearing naught but his bare skin and left in their care for the entire day!

Daniel's heart raced as he pondered his situation. It was all like a bad dream, the kind where you find yourself naked in class or in your underwear on stage in front of the whole school. Only this was no dream; he really was naked and the three girls really were leading him around the woods in his birthday suit, making fun of his naked body and smacking his poor butt until it was burning like it was on fire. The humiliation was horrible and the pain was so bad he was still fighting back the tears as he stumbled along behind his cruel captors.

“This is just terrible,” the seventh grader said, sniffing back the urge to cry. “I feel sick.”

Daniel brushed his long dark blond hair from his eyes as he made his way through the woods. The path was rough and hard on his bare feet, adding to the misery he already felt on his naked bottom and legs. Plus, there was the agonizing fear of bumping into someone else wandering through the dark woods. It was bad enough that he thought his classmate and the girl of his dreams, Jennifer McCarthy, had seen him naked; he didn’t know if he could handle it if anyone else discovered his awful secret.

“Come along, sissy boy,” one of his captors called. “We ain’t got all day y’know! We’ve got places to go and people to see!”

A flourish of girlish laughter filled the air, echoing brightly through the mysterious woods.

“This isn’t fair,” the frustrated boy mumbled. “I didn’t do anything to deserve all this!”

The walk back from the old church wasn’t that far, but the circumstances made it seem a long and tedious journey. Hannah and her friends took turns leading their naked prisoner, tugging and pulling on his leash, keeping him off balance and in tears as he stumbled along the unforgiving path. It didn’t matter to them that the poor boy was upset or had an aching butt; to them this was their moment of triumph, and revenge was sweet when it was dragging behind on a prissy pink dog collar and in chains.

“Please be careful!” he cried. “I can’t go as fast as you guys. You’re going to make me fall down.”

“What’s the matter, Danny?” Samantha sneered. “Can’t you keep up with us dumb ol’ girls? I find that hard to believe!”

“You’re not crying again, are you?” Daniel felt self-conscious as Hannah turned around and gave him a curious look. “Oh, my god … you ARE crying again! What’s up with that? It’s not like we’re spanking you anymore or anything. I thought we were all done with that. Good grief, Danny, you’re such a little sissy! What a crybaby!”

“Aw, don’t be tho mean, Hannah,” cooed Edith. “Danny can’t help it if he’th a crybaby. I think he’th cute when he crieth.”

“You would,” snorted the ever-cynical and cruel Samantha. "He's not cute, munchkin. He's pathetic!"

“I’m not crying!” Daniel sobbed, sniffing back a tear and wiping his eyes on his arm.

Oh, how he hated crying in front of people, especially girls, but he couldn’t help himself. His poor butt was still aflame with pain and his soft, plump body hurt all over. Aside from his aching bottom, his pudgy belly and swollen breasts stung from being pinched and tweaked. Even his ball sack was irritated from being groped and pulled on so much. With his wrists cuffed together all he could do was hide his face in his hands.

The only good news – if you could call it so – was that the helpless lad’s poor little penis was nowhere to be seen. Abused and frightened, the tiny thing had shriveled up to a fraction of its normal size, seeking refuge within the young boy's hairless pubic mound. The shiny pink tip peeking out just above his bald scrotum was the only sign of his adolescent masculinity.

"Whoa, what in the world happened to your weenie, Danny?" Hannah teased as they took a pause in their hike. "I thought you were missing something. I mean, it’s like you don’t even have one! How do you make it do that? Look how teeny tiny it is!"

"Holy thit, Danny!" lisped little Edith. Her froggy eyes were wide with gleeful curiosity. "That'th a neat trick. Can you make it come out and thay 'hi?' Pleathe? Jutht for a minute? Pleathe? Pleeeeathe?"

“Stop looking at me down there!” the embarrassed lad pleaded. He couldn’t believe he was trapped in such a horrible predicament. “I … I can’t help what it does! It just does that on its own. Leave me alone!”

“Well, I don’t know how you guys live with those things,” Samantha said with an amused snort. “It’s so small right now you just as well didn’t have one. I mean, why even bother? You might as well have it cut off!”

“Don’t cry, Danny,” little Edith said, her froggy face beaming with joy. “I think your little weenie lookth cute like that. You know, with your long blond hair you look jutht like a pretty fairy, jutht like in one of my picthture bookth!”

“Oh, he’s a fairy all right,” Samantha jeered. “A fat little sissy fairy!”

Another burst of laughter filled the air. Daniel felt horrible as he stared at the ground, ashamed to look the giggling girls in the eye. He knew they were leering at his naked body and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop them.

A tug on his leash snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Come along, fairy boy,” Hannah said cheerfully. “We need to get you back to your mommy before she starts to worry.”

By the time he arrived at the Wilson’s house the naked boy’s feet hurt almost as much as the rest of his body and he was just plain tired from all the crazy physical activity he’d endured for the past couple of hours. He was also extremely hungry and thirsty, having not had anything since he could remember.

Above all else, the poor lad’s spirit was broken. After the paddling he’d endured in the old church he had given up and given in to his captors’ whim. He’d do anything to avoid another beating and he made that extremely clear over and over again during the walk home.

Daniel sighed with relief as they approached the Wilson's house. He couldn't believe his torment was almost over. Once the bane of Hannah Wilson and her friends, he was now the favorite play toy of this terrible giggling trio, completely at their mercy. But now that was all coming to an end. He hoped. His desperation was evident in his manner and the tearful expression on his otherwise cherubic countenance; it was with this same face that he gave his stepmother a pitiful look as he was led naked and his hands still bound into his neighbor’s kitchen.

“Well, well ... look what the cat drug in,” gloated Delores Gilbert. “My, oh my. Look at that face. And look at that red little bottom! Somebody got their butt warmed. Imagine that. We might have to do this more often.”

Daniel wilted in despair upon seeing his stepmother’s cruel, smug smile. He was hoping for a least a little bit of sympathy, but all he saw in her face was an evil look of delight. It was all her fault that he was in this mess and he hated her for it. If it hadn't been for her these awful girls wouldn't have seen him in his bare skin, nor would he be spending the weekend as their personal slave. He tried to think of something to say, something to get back at her, but he was in such a daze all he could do was nod and shrug.

“You should have gone with us, Mrs. Gilbert,” Hannah said with triumph in her voice. “It was so much fun! We had a great time, didn’t we, Danny? Hmm, didn’t we?”

“Noooo,” mumbled the helpless lad. “It wasn’t any fun at all. It was horrible!”

“Oh, it couldn't have been that bad!” trilled Hannah’s mother, the always cheerful Mrs. Wilson. “What’s the matter, honey? Don't you enjoy running around with pretty girls?"

Clad in nothing more than a flustered demeanor and that stupid rhinestone encrusted dog collar – with Hannah holding the fancy matching leash, of course – the weary youngster stood powerless with his wrists in manacles and his knees pressed tightly together, cringing with shame as his three young captors shared their adventures with the adults.

“Oh Mom, you should have been there!” Hannah said excitedly. “We had the best time, and Danny only gave us a little bit of trouble."

"It all sounds perfectly lovely," the pretty woman said with just a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

Samantha quickly jumped in with, "Oh yeah, whenever he messed up we just did like you said and we let him have it on his bare butt!”

Daniel felt his stomach ache as his stepmother gave him a smarmy look.

“Do tell." Delores raised an eyebrow in amused interest. "What kind of trouble did he give you? Maybe I need to give him a little reinforcement when we get home.”

The naked lad winced as Hannah and her friends all started talking at the same time, embellishing their stories with little lies and exaggerations designed to make him look the villain … and the fool. They told the adults everything, how they’d "let" him pee on Mrs. Wilson’s marigolds, the walk to the woods and how they’d tied him to the tree and left him alone. They even bragged with gleeful pride how they strung him upside down in the old church and beat his bare butt with Hannah’s paddle.

Daniel was aghast at the adults' reaction. He thought that he would have at least gotten a little bit of sympathy; the way the girls described it, however, made it sound like he was the one who wanted to do all those awful things. Nobody believed that for a second, but everyone seemed amused by his plight.

“So, was playing your little tie up games with the girls as much fun as you thought?” Aunt Margerite asked, reaching over and giving the leash to the helpless youngster's collar a playful tug. “You love looking at pictures of helpless women all tied up in those silly men’s magazines, so this must have been a dream come true for you, hmmm, honey bunny?”

The dejected seventh grader shook his head. It was then that he noticed the girly magazines he’d “borrowed” from his father were scattered across the kitchen table, as if the three women had been studying them. He averted his eyes as he stood before his attentive audience; he hated being reminded of his father’s porn and he regretted the day he discovered them.

“Aw, don’t be shy, little man,” Margerite sang mischievously.

Daniel cringed as his aunt pulled him close and gave his bare butt a little pinch; it was already sore from getting paddled and he couldn't help but cry out in agony.

"Ow! Aunt Margerite! Please ...."

The mischievous young woman giggled. “Aw, poor baby. We all know what you like and what you like jacking off to. We’re just helping you live out your perverted little fantasies, that’s all. We’re actually doing you a favor, don’t you see? It’s not many boys who get their sexy little dreams to come true.”

The pretty woman reached down and gave his belly a little tickle. Daniel squirmed as she then slid her fingers over his smooth pubic mound and rudely groped his privates; he tried squeezing his knees together, but that just caused her to grab him even tighter, the resulting discomfort taking his breath away.

“Margerite, no!” he cried out weakly. “Please, be careful.”

The plump beauty flipped back her long black hair and laughed. “Oh, I’m not hurting you, you little crybaby. What I want to know is what happened to your little wiener? It looks like it’s gone into hiding. Did those mean ol’ girls scare it away?”

The naked lad blushed as his aunt suddenly grabbed the tip of his frightened penis with a hard pinch, then a sharp yank. He tried to pull away but a pair of warm, firm hands slid around his waist and held him helplessly in position; he about died as he realized his stepmother had joined in the fray, making sure that he couldn’t get away while her sister completed her examination.

“Wow, this is the smallest I’ve ever seen one of these things get,” Margerite said in a mocking tone.

Daniel squirmed as she plucked the bashful organ from its hiding place and stretched it out for all to see. The sound of girlish laughter filled the room. He cringed to see Hannah and her friends gazing eagerly on the sight before them

“What did you girls do to get it to act like that? We might have to tie a string around it so it doesn’t completely do away.”

“See, that’s what I said!” Samantha declared. “It’s so tiny, he may as well just have it cut off. I mean, why even bother!”

“Oh, you can’t do that!” Daniel’s aunt said with music in her voice. “You’ve got to let little boys have their toys. Even the little ones are big enough. All you have to do is grab on and you can lead them anywhere!”

"You can lead them anywhere? Theriouthly?” lisped Edith. “You mean, kinda like a leathe?”

“Of course, honey,” replied the pretty woman with a laugh. “Exactly like a leash.”

Daniel Gilbert was so upset he didn’t quite understand everything that was being said. All he knew was he was the center of a lot of unwanted attention at that moment and he wanted to die as the room filled with derisive merriment at his expense. He felt bad enough about having his less than masculine body exposed to a bunch of ugly girls and their moms; to have a pretty, sexy woman like his Aunt Margerite make fun of his penis was a nightmare come true, especially when she did it in full view of his worst enemies.

“This isn’t funny,” he said, his voice hoarse with shame.

But nobody cared what the poor lad had to say. Not at that moment, anyway. To his discomfort his aunt held onto his penis while she listened to the girls chatted on for the longest while about their afternoon adventure together. Daniel blanched to hear them giggle and gossip about him so freely. The only thing they left out of their tale was his encounter with Jennifer McCarthy. He thought for a moment that maybe they were afraid of getting in trouble and he started to tattle on them. But then he realized that might bring up more questions than he was prepared to answer, like what happened between him and Jenny and how he lost the key to his handcuffs. Before he could open his mouth he decided to keep it shut. It was probably best not to say anything for fear of making things worse.

As if that was possible.

“So, is your Auntie Margerite right, honey bunny?” teased his stepmother. “Did you have fun playing naked outside with the girls? Hmm? Did Hannah and Edith and Samantha show you a good time? Hmmmm?”

“No, I didn’t!” he fussed, his eyes filling with tears. “And no, they didn’t! It wasn’t fun at all and they were mean to me! It was awful! It was just awful! Can I go home now, Delores? Please? I’ve learned my lesson. I promise!”

"You've learned your lesson, huh? I really doubt that.” The pretty woman gave him a skeptical look. “For instance, what are supposed to call me?"

The demoralized lad sighed. “I’m sorry … Mother.”

"How many times have we had that conversation?" Mrs. Gilbert gave him a stern frown. “Still as pig headed as ever. Well, don’t ask me if you can go home. You belong to Hannah, remember? Or at least that’s what it says on your collar. She’s in charge, so ask her.”

Once again the room filled with laughter and giggles, all at Daniel’s expense, of course. He shook his head slightly, just enough to feel the hated collar around his neck; the ringing tinkle of the little bell and dog tags added the perfect flair to his humiliation. He looked down at his manacled wrists. Funny, how those heavy steel handcuffs made him feel even more naked, more helpless; he tugged in vain to free his hands, but there was no shedding his bonds.

“I hate these stupid things,” he whispered to himself.

“So, don’t you think it’s about time we took them off?” Delores fingered the shiny metal manacles and chuckled. “Or maybe you want to leave them on for a little while longer? Like the pretty girls in your silly little magazines.”

Daniel shook his head. “Noooo ….”

“Oh, we couldn’t take them off if we wanted to, Mrs. Gilbert,” Hannah quickly interrupted. “Danny lost the only key!”

Daniel’s eyes went wide with fear as his stepmother gave him an evil smirk. “Oh, he did, did he? How did that happen?”

Before he could say anything Samantha jumped in with, “Edith had the key, Mrs. Gilbert, but the li’l munchkin here felt sorry for your stepson and let him have it. Then HE had to go and lose it. What a stupid little dumbass!”

“Samantha! Really!” Hannah’s mother said. She tried to stifle her gleeful smile, but her amusement could not be concealed. “Such language!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Wilson, but it’s not my fault Danny’s a dumbass. Don’t fuss at me. He’s the one who lost the key! Fuss at him!”

“Yeah, Mom. It’s not Samantha’s fault he’s such a dumb- … that he’s stupid.” Hannah pointed at the embarrassed boy. “Ask him how he lost it. Go ahead, ask him!”

Daniel felt his heart flutter as all eyes turned in his direction.

“Sooooo, how did you lose the key, honey bunny?” Mrs. Gilbert cooed. “I’d search your pockets, but you don’t have any.”

A ripple of feminine laughter went through the room. The flustered lad didn’t know what to say. He almost spilled his heart out and told the truth, but that would have complicated matters far beyond what he was prepared to deal with.

“Danny? I asked you a question, sweetie. How’d you lose your key?”

“I don’t knooooooow ….” sobbed the frustrated boy. “I … I just did. Edith gave it to me and … well, I had it one minute and then the next thing I knew, it was gone! I’m sorry! I really am … I am so sorreeeeeeeee ….”

Daniel hated crying in front of the girls again, but he didn't have much choice. There was no way he'd confess to kissing ugly little frog-faced Edith – on the mouth yet! Blech! His stepmother would never let him hear the end of that! Then he’d have to tell how Jennifer McCarthy showed up out of nowhere while he was blindfolded and tied to a tree and … well, suffice it to say, that was just too much to handle at the moment, too.

Mrs. Wilson sighed. “Well, we now have a problem. That’s the only key I know of that fits those things. Danny, you may have to go back out after supper and look for it. It’s either that or we can call the police department and see if they have a key that fits. That’s the only other thing I know to do.”

“Ooooo, call the police! I like that idea, Mom.” Hannah looked at Daniel and rubbed her hands together. “Can we really take Danny down to the jail in his birthday suit?”

Delores Gilbert smiled. “Given all his crimes, stealing, lying and perversion, we might just PUT him in jail in his birthday suit.”

Another flutter of feminine laughter filled the room.

The panicked lad looked at his stepmother, his eyes wide with fear. “Delore- … Mother! Please! Don’t do that to me! I don’t wanna go to jail naked! Please don’t do that! I’ll do anything, okay? I promise! I’ll do anything, just don’t put me in jail naked! Pleeeeeeease?”

“Aw, what’s the matter, crybaby?” Samantha teased. “You ‘fraid going behind bars in your birthday suit? I bet you’d be really popular with all those big ol’ ugly jailbirds. They’ve got some pretty nasty guys in there. I bet they can’t wait to get their grimy hands on your pretty little naked butt!”

“Samantha, really!” Mrs. Wilson covered her mouth with her hand in a vain attempt to stifle her laughter. “You’re awful!”

The leering girl giggled. “I’m not awful, Mrs. Wilson. Danny’s the one who’s awful. If he wasn’t such a pervert he wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

All this time Daniel found himself practically clinging to his stepmother’s side. He didn’t like being the subject to so much ridicule and while she was one of the chief instigators, she was also the only person who could save him.

“Please, Delores … I mean, Mother. Please make them stop it. This isn’t fun anymore. Make them leave me alone!’

“What’s the matter? I’d think you’d enjoy spending a little naked time in prison.” She picked up one of his father’s magazines from the stack on the kitchen table and held it in his face. On the cover a half-naked girl in chains stood in the middle of prison cell, surrounded by leering, drooling ape-like creatures. “See, it’s obviously the kind of thing you like. You jack off to this kind of stuff all the time, don’t you? Hmmm? Don’t you?”

“Nooooooo ….” Daniel cried. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

“Oh, wait, that’s just for pretty little naked girls, right? Oh well, what’s good for the goose is good for the pervert. I think a little time in jail might do you some good.”

“Please, NOOOOOO!!!” squeaked the desperate lad. “Don’t take me to jail! I promise I’ll do anything, just don’t do that! Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeasssssse?”

The truth of the matter was that his stepmother was right. He had masturbated to that very picture, just a few days before, as a matter of fact. He had found such images fascinating and amazing … at one time. Now, after the past twenty-four hours … well, he didn’t know what to think. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, he didn’t know what to think. He was so ashamed, so afraid … and so confused. His poor head spun as he tried to think. It was all he could do to calm down and catch his breath as his stepmother put her arm around his naked waist and pulled him close.

“Poor little Danny,” Delores said with mock affection. “Poor little baby boy ….”

The smiling woman gave the heavy metal manacles a hard tug, which further drained his morale. He glanced up to see the smiling faces surrounding him. If he had the strength he would have at least tried to argue his way out of the situation, but the truth was that he hovered near exhaustion. Plus his bottom still burned from the beating the girls gave him. All he wanted was to be left alone and to sleep away the torments of the day.

And to his surprise, that’s exactly what happened. After a few more minutes of teasing and tears Delores hugged him tight and gave him a sharp pat on the bottom in the process.

“Oh, honey bunny, we’re just teasing,” she cooed sweetly. “Can’t you take a joke? Did you honestly think we would put you in jail? In your birthday suit? Gee, if that’s what you think of us, maybe we ought to go ahead and do it.”

Daniel froze for a second, then relaxed. He was so confused, he couldn’t tell when his stepmother was teasing or when she was deadly serious. He wiped his tears on the back of his hand and gave a weak smile.

“I knew you were kidding all along,” he said without much conviction.

“Oh, you did not,” quipped Aunt Margerite. “The way you were fussing sounded like wishful thinking to me.”

Daniel frowned to hear a girlish giggle. He glanced over to see Samantha sticking her tongue out at him. The glare from his face would have been a bit more intimidating if he wasn’t naked and wearing a pink rhinestone dog collar.

Mrs. Gilbert pulled her stepson close and gave him another pat on the bottom. “Poor little boy. I think someone needs a nap. Why don’t you go get something to drink and a snack, then go lie down for a while, sweetheart. Dinner won’t be for at least another few hours. Hannah, don’t you think you should let your little pet have a rest? Hmmm?”

The pimply faced girl pushed her glasses up her nose and grinned. “I think that’s a great idea. That’ll give Sammy and Edith and me time to plan our slumber party.”

“A slumber party, hmm? That sounds like fun.” Mrs. Gilbert nodded. “See, Hannah gives her permission. Go rest your pretty little head and we’ll get you up when it’s time, all right? That’s my pretty boy … you just go and take your little nap. Then maybe we can have some more fun.”

“What about my handcuffs?” Daniel asked. “What are we gonna ….”

“You let me worry about that, all right?”

“Yes … Mother,” the weary child muttered.

Fortunately there were still a few cookies left over from that morning, which the young boy greedily consumed, along with a glass of milk. It felt so weird doing these simple functions with his wrists weighed down by the handcuffs. Just drinking his milk took on a whole new meaning as he held the glass with two hands by force rather than choice.

Just like one of those slave girls in my dad's magazines, he thought to himself.

Refreshed somewhat by his snack, Daniel so wanted to bolt for the door and run next door and hide in his room, but when the time came he just couldn’t find the will. Instead, a multitude of eager hands directed the weary, naked child toward the Wilson’s living room. If he hadn’t been so tired he might have objected to the tittering giggles that followed in his wake. In a few moments he would be sound asleep on the sofa. The prospect of sleep was somewhat comforting; at least his mind would be a million miles from his troubles and the events that put him in these awful circumstances.

“Nighty night, pretty boy,” teased Margerite. “Hope you feel better after your nappy nap.”

“’Night,” muttered Daniel. “I hope so, too.”

And that, dear readers, is how Daniel Gilbert ended one nightmare … and began another.

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“Shhh, he’s still asleep, don’t wake him up.”

“Are you thure he’th athleep, Hannah? He could be faking.”

“Oh, don’t worry, munchkin. He’s sleeping all right. I can tell when he’s pretending. He’s out like a light. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I’ve been through all this before.”

Hannah Wilson stood with her two friends, Samantha Jones and Edith McAdams, in her family living room. Sprawled out across the sofa was the nude form of their slumbering playmate, Daniel Gilbert. The nude boy was lying on his side, his hands under his cheek in a classic sleeping pose; he breathed heavily, but otherwise showed no sign of life.

The girls had been watching him sleep for quite some time, having completed their plans for the evening's activities. Now they were each caught up in various thoughts and fantasies regarding the vulnerable adolescent figure lying helpless before them. Some plotted revenge in the form of red bottoms while others were simply curious and wanted to see more of the secrets hidden in the creases and folds of his plump, pale flesh. And some had mixed feelings, a combination of all of the above. No one was uninterested, however, which bode little good for the unsuspecting lad.

Hannah Wilson, of course, was most pleased by what she saw. The chubby, pimply faced girl smiled at the idyllic sight before her. She’d always had something of a crush on the handsome boy who lived next door, even though he hadn’t always been nice to her. It was hard to believe that this was the same arrogant, thoughtless brat who'd caused her family so much grief and suffering, or that the sweet, angelic face had once snickered and laughed as she suffered humiliation at the hands of their classmates.

But all that was past. That was then and this was now. And now Hannah had the boy of her dreams under her complete control, far beyond her wildest dreams. He looked so sweet, so innocent as he dozed in his ridiculously adorable birthday suit. She glanced at the rhinestone-encrusted collar around the slumbering lad's neck and the cute heart-shaped dog tags and delightful little bell at his throat. She could hardly believe her good fortune, that this helpless, naked boy was wearing such frivolous, such silly little things … or that he was hers to do with as she saw fit.

“You belong to me,” she mouthed the words wistfully so no one could hear her.

“It thure ith a thame to wake him up,” lisped little Edith, breaking Hannah from her thoughts. “He’th tho pretty like that. He lookth jutht like one of thothe Greek thatueth in my art bookth.”

Samantha snorted. “A Greek statue, huh? Which one … da Vinci’s ‘Spoiled Little Shithead’?”

Edith frowned. “Don’t be thtupid, Thambo. Da Vinci wath Italian not Greek. Besideth, Danny ith really cute and you know it! You’re jutht jealouth becauthe he’th in love with me and not you!”

The three girls giggled at the silliness of the conversation. Samantha rolled her eyes and snorted … again.

“So Danny Gilbert is in love with you, huh? Does he know it yet?’

“Not yet. But he’ll figure it out thoon enough.”

The tall skinny girl grinned. “Well, better you than me, munchkin. Good luck with that. I still think he’s a shithead.”

“Ah, but he’s our little shithead to do with as we please,” Hannah said, laughing. She rubbed her hands together with a very conspiratorial flair. “Want to have a little fun before we wake him up?”

“Oh, yeth!” squeaked Edith. “What do you have in mind?”

“Watch and see. First, let’s get those handcuffs off. Munchkin, the key please.”

Hannah held out her hand. Edith gave an impish grin. She then rolled the tiny silver metal key from inside her cheek and spit it out in the larger girl’s hand.

“Ew, Edith! That was nasty! Couldn’t you have just kept it in your pocket instead?”

“Nope!” The little misshapened girl giggled. “Thith wath waaaaay more fun!”

Hannah wiped the key up and down her jeans – along with her wet hand … yuck! – and bent over the sleeping boy. It took her a few tries to undo the lock, but she finally got it done. She removed the heavy metal manacles from Daniel’s slender wrists and held them up like a trophy of sorts.

“Ta-dah! We’ll keep these handy … just in case,” she said with a conspiratorial smile and wink before slipping them in her pocket.

“He’s gonna freak when we tell him that skank Jennifer came by and let him go,” Samantha said with a cruel snort. “We’ll have to make it sound really good, like how she came in and hung out for a while and made fun of his little wiener and fat ass.”

“No thit! That ith thoooo thweet!” Edith giggled. “Hey, you know would be even better? We ought to tell him Jennifer brought a camera and took pictureth of him all naked and thtuff. We can thay the’th gonna make pothterth and thpread them around the thcool. That’ll really thcare the thit out of him.”

Samantha made a face. “Huh? I didn't understand a word of ...."

“Wait, I got this,” Hannah said. “Take pictures, make posters and spread them around school …?”

“Yep!” Edith said excitedly. “We could even thay Jennifer ith gonna thend them to one of thothe gay magazineth tho big old hairy men can look at him and jack off!”

“Gay magazines …?” Samantha laughed. “Hairy men … jacking off? Ew! Holy shit, Edith! Where do you come up with this stuff?”

The little girl grinned as her two friends looked at one another. It always amazed them how Edith constantly came up with the most evil of ideas. To think that this odd, childlike person with such an innocent face and pitiful limp could create such bizarre and cruel scenarios. Then again, considering all the torment she suffered in her life … maybe it kind of made sense after all.

“Sometimes you scare me, Edith,” the tall skinny Samantha said with a shake of her head. “That’s brilliant!”

“Yeah, I thought tho, too,” the frog faced girl said with a not-so-innocent smile.

“Okay, enough of that,” Hannah interrupted. “It’s time for US to have little fun .…”

The large teenager leaned over and gently rolled the sleeping boy onto his back without waking him. With practiced skill she rearranged his unprotected legs, spreading them wide apart so as to expose his private parts to everyone’s complete and unfettered view.

“Ooooo, pretty,” whispered Edith. “You can thee everything. Good job, Hannah! Wow, it lookth like hith little boy finally came out of hiding!”

Hannah smiled to see Daniel’s limp penis resting on his little ball sack. Edith was right, it had come out of hiding. It amazed her how that little thing was always changing shape and moving about. It was almost like it had a mind of its own.

"Those things are weird," Samantha said with a sneer. "Keep it away from me!"

Hannah laughed. The pimply faced girl then licked her lips and gave her friends a sly look.

"Watch this," she said with a mischievous grin.

Taking a deep breath, she bent over the sleeping boy and allowed herself a quick touch, sliding her forefinger underneath his limp organ and giving the mushroom-shaped cap a rub with her thumb. She let her fingers linger, squeezing the plump glans and forcing open the little lips at the very tip.

“Ew! How can you do that?” Samantha cringed. “That’s nasty! It’s like an ugly little worm with a mouth! Creepy!”

“There you go again, Thambo. Thtill being a hater,” said Edith. “You don’t have to look if you don’t like what you thee. I think it’th cute tho I’m gonna look all I want!”

“You’re not the boss of me! I can look as long as I want, too!”

Hannah smiled. “Shhh, you two! You’ll wake him up. I’m not done yet, so just be quiet and watch.”

The plump girl continued her action, rubbing her thumb across the shiny pink tip of the sleeping boy’s penis a few more times. Suddenly he twitched, his whole body jerking just a bit, and a soft moan emanated from his slightly parted lips.

All three girls giggled, clinging together with excited mischief.

“See?” Hannah whispered. “Pretty neat, huh? His little thingie is waking up but he’s still out cold. Don’t you just love it?”

"Wow, he really ith a deep thleeper," lisped Edith.

“Holy crap!” Samantha said. “Forget how he sleeps! Look at his wiener grow!”

To everyone’s amazement, Daniel’s small organ quickly swelled up to more than three, no, make that four times its original withered size. The girls watched in rapt pleasure as Hannah let go of the erect penis and it stood up on its own, bobbing back and forth like a small living creature.

Samantha cleared her throat and coughed. “Wow … it’s a lot bigger than I remember it being. How’s it do that?”

“I dunno, I guess it’s like magic,” Hannah said, giggling at her little joke. “These things are amazing! Watch this.”

The large girl knelt next to the sleeping lad and gently took his organ between her fingers to steady it. She used the fingers of her other hand to lightly stroke the bulbous pink tip. Once again she ran her fingers over the vulnerable lips to his little pee hole.

“Check this out.”

Grinning broadly, Hannah tickled the fleshy opening with her fingernail and watched with glee as a worried look clouded Daniel’s face; he then moaned softly and his body naked shivered all over. She looked up to see her friends shocked faces staring down, their eyes wide and their mouths gaping in dumb amazement. It was enough to make her laugh aloud, but she held back so as to keep from waking her helpless victim.

“Hey, I wanna play, too!” Edith fussed. “I never get to do thtuff like that!”

Hannah grinned as her little friend jumped up and down like a kangaroo, she was so excited.

“Okay, okay, Edith, you get firsties. Let’s see what you got, munchkin. Just try not to wake him up too quick, okay? He’s a pretty sound sleeper, but you still gotta be careful.”

Edith stood over the slumbering boy and licked her lips. At first she reached down and patted the tip of his erection, using her fingertips to stroke it as if it was a stray puppy. Daniel reacted with a soft moan and a shifting of his hips. The little misshapened girl snickered.

“Wow, thith ith fun,” she whispered.

Hannah and Samantha watched with curious amusement as their odd friend then knelt down beside the sofa. Edith rubbed her hands together and then cracked her knuckles in a dramatic fashion.

“Jesus, munchkin, what are you going to do?” snorted Samantha. “Pull a rabbit out of his butt?”

The little girl shrugged. “Watch and learn, Thambo. Watch and learn.”

Edith reached over with one hand and used her fingertip to tickle underneath the sleeping lad’s ball sack, just lightly enough to cause him to squirm but nothing else. Giggling with delight, she then gave Daniel’s erection a soft pat with first one hand, then the other. Pretty soon she had it waving back and forth, batting it around as if she was playing a game.

“Having fun, munchkin?” Hannah teased.

Her little friend nodded her head enthusiastically. “Thith ith the betht!” she replied, not taking her eyes off the bouncing penis.

“I can’t believe I’m watching this,” Samantha mumbled. “It’s like watching my cat play with her toys. Boooooring!”

“Thut up, thtupid,” Edith snapped. “I’m jutht getting warmed up.”

The little girl looked up at Hannah and gave her a wink. She then licked the finger and thumb of her other hand, made an “O” with them and slid it over the swollen tip of Daniel’s penis. She then carefully began moving her hand up and down the mushroom-shaped glans with an unexpected graceful expertise. To everyone's surprise the sleeping lad's entire body tensed up and gave a sudden shiver from head to toe.

“Holy shit!” Samantha exclaimed. “Edith, where the hell did you learn that? A Chinese whorehouse?”

“A Chinese whorehouse?” echoed Hannah. “Where did YOU learn THAT?”

The freckle faced girl shrugged. “I dunno. One of my uncles I guess. He was in the navy and ….”

“Thhhhh, quiet, you guyth!” the frog faced girl fussed. “You’ll wake him.”

“WE’LL wake him? I don’t think we’re the ones you have to worry about!”

Hannah put her hand over her mouth, afraid of bursting out with laughter and ruining the scene before her. She was astounded at what she saw, but found it more funny than anything else. Who knew that her odd little friend knew how to jack off a boy?

“Seriously, Edith,” the heavyset girl whispered through her fingers. “Where did you learn that? Let me guess. At the hospital?”

The little girl glanced up with an impish grin on her froggy face. “Partly. Thothe nurtheth really have to multitathk. You’d be thurprithed at all the thingth they know how to do.”

Samantha sighed. “Okay, I give. What’d she say this time?”

“Something about multitasking nurses,” Hannah replied impatiently. “You said partly, munchkin. Where else did you learn this kind of stuff?”

Edith looked at her friends and then toward the kitchen. “Promithe you won’t thay anything to my mom? I’ll tell, but you gotta thwear.”

Hannah and Samantha exchanged glances. There was no way they were about to miss out on this one.

“Okay, we swear,” Samantha said impatiently. “Come on, spill it, munchkin.”

“Hannah, too.”

Hannah Wilson nodded. “Yeah, yeah, me, too.”

Edith glanced back at the door. She paused in her stroking of the sleeping boy long enough to get the words out. “I thaw my mom doing thith to Mr. Farley.”

The two girls stared at their little friend as if she had just grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. Hannah blinked, started to say something, then shook her head. Samantha’s jaw dropped and a thin line of drool dripped from her lip.

"Mr. Farley as in Assistant Principal Farley?" asked the kinky haired girl. “From school???”

“It’th true. He came over one night for dinner – it wath after I won that thtupid thtate writing contetht and he had an extra copy of my thertificate … or tho he thaid. Anyway, after we ate I thaid I wath going to bed and went to my room. Thingth got real quiet real quick. I thought thomething funny wath going on, tho I thnuck back down and caught my mom diddling Mr. Farley on our couch.”

“No freaking way!” Samantha said loud enough everyone in the house to hear. A harsh glance from both Edith and Hannah made her lower her voice. “Your mom … and Mr. Farley? She was jacking off our assistant principal?”

“Hey, it wath a thurprithe to me, too, Thambo. It took me almotht half an hour to figure out what they were doing. They went at it all night … I nearly mithed clath cauthe I thtayed up tho late.”

Samantha snorted. “She what …?”

“She nearly missed class ‘cause she stayed up so late,” Hannah snorted back. “Shut up, Sambo. Tell me, munchkin, what else did you see them do? Did they go all the way?”

The little girl giggled. “Well, not all the way, but pretty clothe.”

“Pretty close? Gross! I’ve watched TV on that couch,” Samantha whispered. “Oh my god! I’ve eaten snacks on that couch! Ewww!!!”

The three girls watched with rapt amazement as the sleeping lad squirmed and moaned before them. The small girl with the frog face chuckled.

“Thorry, I’m neglecting my dutieth.”

Edith moistened her finger and thumb again with a quick lick, and then resumed masturbating the tip of the naked boy's penis.

“Oh yeah … thith ith thooooo muthch fun, I can hardly thtand it,” the little girl whispered.

Hannah Wilson watched in absolute amazement, speechless as her odd friend moved with such expertise and skill. She wasn’t sure if she should be grossed out or grateful in the wake of the revelations she’d just discovered. Life had certainly taken a most interesting turn in the past twenty-four hours. She wondered what the next twenty-four would bring.

*        *        *

Delores Gilbert could not have been a happier woman. So far the weekend had gone beyond her wildest expectations and she was having a ton of fun in the process!

What started out to be a modest exercise in teaching her brat of a stepson some lessons in humility had evolved into an experiment involving the evils of pornography and masturbation, gender roles and female dominance, all of the things she’d discussed with her sister over the past several months.

Funny thing, how it all worked out. Her original intention was to teach Daniel a simple lesson in humility and empathy by making him just go naked for a day or two. She’d never expected things to escalate to this level, but fate had a strange way of taking over and she wasn’t about to put a stop to things at this point. To include her sister and neighbor was fun enough, but for those three young girls to get involved, well, that was simply amazing!

The little brat is never going to live this down, she thought to herself. They’ll make sure of that!

Delores felt a glow of satisfaction warm her body and soul. As long as she had the upper hand – and she certainly had plenty of that! – she intended to see just how far she could take her husband's spoiled little pride and joy and see what other changes she could make in his attitude.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked Margerite. “I know it’s more than we talked about, but he certainly can’t turn out any worse than he was, don’t you think?”

“Are you kidding me? This is great!” The plump, raven-haired beauty grinned at her sister. “Seriously, I think Danny’s going to be a changed child by the time we’re done with him. Look at what the girls put him through this afternoon, not to mention last night. And I just loved our little talk when they came in. What fun!"

"So you don't think we went overboard with letting the girls take charge with the spankings and all that?"

"Honey, trust me, he needed a little attitude adjustment. If nothing else he got put in his place, plus he got a pretty good paddling out of the deal.” Margerite’s giggle sounded just like one of the younger girls. “You’re certainly not going to get much back talk out of him, not after all this!”

After listening for a while Mrs. Wilson couldn’t help but join in. Her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes added to the enthusiasm in her voice.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I do appreciate you letting Hannah and her friends spend time with Danny like this. It’s really brought Hannah out of her shell. Ever since last summer and all that ugliness with Danny spying on us and spreading rumors, well, she’s not been herself.”

“I am so sorry about that,” Delores Gilbert said sincerely.

“Oh, don’t be, dear heart. Ever since Danny came over last night in his birthday suit and we had our first little adventure together, well, this has been nothing short of a miracle. I can’t wait to see where this all leads.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about!” Margerite said enthusiastically. “I think Hannah is handling Danny quite well considering all he's gone through. Poor kid ... I had to laugh when she came in to get that ping pong paddle. As soon as I saw it I knew the little brat was in for a rough time. Did you see how red his fat little butt was when they came in? He'd been crying his eyes out, too. You could see it in his face. They really showed him who's boss!”

The plump woman giggled. "Besides, did you see how small his weenie was? Poor thing must be scared shitless!"

"The poor thing?" Delores raised a knowing eyebrow. "Are you talking about Danny or his weenie?"

“Does it matter?”

All three women burst out in womanly laughter.

“The dog collar and tags were a nice touch, too,” Mrs. Wilson said with a mischievous light in her eye. “That pink looks so good with his pale complexion and blond hair. What a little cutie!”

“You liked that, huh?” Margerite grinned.

“Oh, absolutely! When I saw them around Danny’s neck I couldn’t help but add my husband's old handcuffs. I thought that might add a little fun touch to the game. I hope you didn’t mind.”

Daniel’s stepmother nodded. “Actually, I thought that might have been a bit much at first, but it actually worked out quite well, didn't it?”

Margerite laughed. "That's an understatement! They were perfect! Seriously, I wish I'd thought of that myself."

“I’m just glad they really didn’t lose the handcuff key,” Mrs. Wilson said with a sigh. “I can’t tell you how happy I was when I found out Edith still has it. That little scamp! If Danny really had lost it, well, we might have really had to call the police.”

“That would have been interesting,” Delores replied. “My little darling might have gotten a little more than he bargained for if that was the case.”

Mrs. Wilson laughed. “Well, things are working out just great. Hannah and the girls haven’t stopped talking about their little tie up game. You should have heard them this afternoon on the way home from the movie. Things like this make a difference, you know, and help put them in charge. After what Danny did last summer I thought Hannah would never get over her fear of boys. But now that she ‘owns’ Danny, well, I don’t think boys are ever going to be a problem again.”

Delores Gilbert smiled. That was all she needed to hear. If she could redirect her stepson’s thinking about women away from all of those silly men's magazines and show him that he was the vulnerable one, and not the girls, that was a step in the right direction. And if she could help Hannah and her two wallflower friends build their confidence and gain some experience in dominating her little problem child, that was even better.

"Soooo ... what about Samantha and Edith’s mothers? Are they still coming over for supper? How do you think they're going to react to all this?"

“Oh, I can't wait for them to get involved!” said Mrs. Wilson. “We’ve had lots of discussions about the girls over the years and I think they’ll find this latest development very interesting.”

Delores Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, if they see Danny naked … and the girls ….”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Hannah’s mother said brightly. “I’m a good judge of character and if there’s anyone who’d like to see their precious daughters get a little taste of revenge, it’s these two. Believe me, neither of those ladies tolerate bullies. If there’s anybody who has something to worry about, it’s your pretty little pink bully.”

Delores nodded. She shot a glance at her sister and was met with an enthusiastic nod. A similar nod was given by Mrs. Wilson, and all three women tittered aloud with girlish giggles. Soon the house would be filled with even more women with an intense interest in her bratty stepson’s welfare and education.

Oh yes, things were working out way better than expected!

Suddenly screaming erupted from the living room. “Mom! Come quick! Danny’s been jacking off again! He made a mess on your good couch!”

Daniel’s stepmother grinned. It was turning out to be a very interesting evening, indeed.

*        *        *

Daniel Gilbert was having the most wonderful dream. He was in a dark room and he could hear the whispering voices of a woman, a girl perhaps, soft and lovely. In the shadows of his mind he imagined her with long blond hair and an angelic face, not unlike the girl of his dreams, Jenny McCarthy. Her pretty, delicate hands, so warm and loving, ran up and down his naked body, teasing him and caressing him in ways that he’d longed for. It was the stuff he’d always dreamed might one day happen, and now it was coming true.

Suddenly he felt something tickling him between his legs. The tickling was at his penis, the tip in fact, tingling and glowing with pleasure. Something was wrapped around it, something moist and wet and … very curious. It felt like someone’s lips, kissing and licking him on that spot that all boys cherish. He felt himself moving in rhythm to the assault on his senses, his back arched and his legs spread, opening himself up to the delightful, heavenly possibilities.

“Ooooh … god,” he moaned in his nocturnal bliss. He imagined Jenny’s sweet face down between his legs, her moist lips caressing and kissing him where none had ever before. “Please … no … don’t … stop ….”

The kissing and licking between his legs persisted, as did the whispering and giggling. The familiar tingling grew and grew until a spark deep inside his body ignited, sending a shudder throughout his soul. There was a shock of electricity, beginning somewhere within his groin, then through his penis and then out the tip.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he gasped as that wonderful high voltage surge spewed through his penis and shook his entire body. He writhed and squirmed and shuddered with ecstatic rapture. Something wet and warm splashed against the front of his body, up and down his chest and belly. He flinched as one of the blasts hit him square in the face, leaving a viscous stickiness in his eyes, up his nose and covering his lips.

That’s when Daniel suddenly woke up. His wonderful dream turned out to be a very messy reality. The naked lad struggled to open his eyes and sit upright, but he was hampered by a sudden spurt of warm wet slime right into his eyes. It was on his stomach and chest as well, making horrible mess all over the front of his body.

“Ew, what the fu- … P-tui! Oh, yuck!”

The bewildered boy did his best to wipe his face clean, but it was a losing battle. Another spurt shot from his tingling organ and he felt a powerful weakness sweep over his naked body. To make things worse, the glue-like substance was literally everywhere, his face, his neck, his arms and chest, everywhere! He fell back and stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding and his mind racing a mile a minute. The sound of giggles and running feet suddenly broke his train of thought. And then he heard a familiar voice.

“Mom!” Hannah Wilson shouted at the top of her lungs. “Come quick! Danny’s been jacking off again! He made a mess on your good couch!”

The horrified lad felt a sharp pain in his chest and he felt sick to his stomach. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Hannah’s house … in her mom’s living room … on their sofa ….

Oh, crap … I really am in Hannah’s house! Oh crap oh crap oh crap ….

The memory of that awful day flashed through his mind and he remembered where he was. The morning with his stepmom, getting locked in the closet, the walk in the woods, the paddling, the walk back, the teasing in the kitchen … laying down for his nap. It was all coming back to him. But now … what the heck?

His mind raced as he realized what had just happened. He’d just spurted all over himself, but how he had no idea. How could this be? Had he really been jacking off again like Hannah said? Or maybe he just had another one of those stupid dreams. Either way, things didn’t look good.

It took the befuddled lad another moment to wipe his eyes clean enough to look around and confirm his location. The sound of footsteps announced the imminent arrival of his doom.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap ….

“Oh, good god, Danny! Look at the mess you made! Tell me you didn’t!” Delores Gilbert’s face was devoid of any humor as she entered the room. On either side of her were her sister, Margerite, and Hannah’s mom, Mrs. Wilson. The trio quickly surrounded the confused lad. He gave a quick glance across the room and saw Hannah, Samantha and Edith standing near the hall, giggling and laughing their heads off.

“Way to go, Danny,” one of the girls said in a mocking tone. “Jacking off on Mrs. Wilson’s couch … ewww, so nasty!”

Daniel felt his entire body burn with shame as his stepmother laid into him. “I swear to god, Danny, that is disgusting! Can’t I leave you alone for just a few minutes without you tugging on that thing? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Nausea hit the frightened lad’s stomach as he found himself the center of scrutiny from every direction. With his stepmother lording over him from the front and his Aunt Margerite and Mrs. Wilson on either side, he felt trapped, helpless and hopeless.

“I’m sorry, I promise! I… I … I don’t know how … this … happened.” He choked on the words as he desperately tried to find some explanation for his awful predicament. The sticky slime on his face and chest added to his humiliation; add to that the musky aroma of his own spunk, which was revolting. It was enough to make the panicked lad go dizzy, like he was about to faint.

“It’s pretty obvious how it happened,” chirped Margerite. “You obviously can’t keep your hands from between your legs. Really, honey bunny, there’s a time and a place for everything. You are the horniest little fellow I’ve ever met!”

“Margerite, no … I’m sorry. I … I didn’t mean to,” the mortified child sobbed. “I didn’t do anything, honest. I was just laying here taking a nap! I promise! I wasn’t … y-you know … t-t-t- ... t-t-touching m-m-m- ... my- ... myself.”

“Shut up! Just … don’t say another word!” Delores Gilbert sighed. "Touching yourself? Is that what you call this? I wish that was all you were doing. Honest to god, Danny, look at yourself! Look at the awful mess you made! You weren't just touching yourself, honey, you were practically having an orgy!"

"I ... I'm sorryyyyy ...." the mortified lad cried.

Delores sniffed. "You're sorry, all right. I hope you're proud of yourself, you dirty, nasty little boy! You disgust me!"

“I said I was sorry ….”

Daniel wasn't proud of himself. He was horrified and confused. He had no idea how any of this happened and he didn't think he wanted to know. All he wanted was to be left alone.

But his stepmother wasn't quite done with him. “It’s bad enough that you’re jerking off all the time, but don’t you dare lie about it. Not unless you want another whipping! You’re just a dirty little boy and you can’t help it. I get that. But don’t lie. I won’t stand for a liar! Get up off that couch! Stand up here and look at me! Now!”

The bewildered lad almost refused to obey, but he changed his mind. The look on his stepmother’s face told him it would be best to wait for another time to make his case. The way things looked at the moment there was nothing he could say to make things better. Instead he did as he was told. He got up on his feet, hands at his side and his eyes downcast.

“I want you to get cleaned up and wipe up this mess you made! Right now! I can’t believe you jacked off on Mrs. Wilson’s fancy sofa. I swear to god, if you made a stain, I will wear your ass out and then let your father have his turn at you! Is that what you want? You actually want me to tell your daddy?”

Daniel’s eyes went wide with fear. Between the draining aftermath of his orgasm and all the screaming and yelling that was going on, he was completely and totally confused.

What the heck was going on? How could any of this be happening?

“Please, Delores, no! Don’t tell … tell my dad about this! Please? Please???” the desperate youngster sobbed. He gave Hannah’s mother a pitiful look. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wilson. I really am. Please don’t be mad!"

“Oh, Danny, don’t get all upset. I’m sure it’s not all that bad,” the pretty woman said with a bright smile. “Let’s get a rag and some cleanser and see what we can do.”

Ashamed and weak from his exertions, the naked youth stood quietly while Mrs. Wilson left to fetch the necessary cleaning supplies. That's when something suddenly occurred to him.

"Wha- ... what happened to my ... the handcuffs?" He looked down at his wrists in amazement. "I lost ... I thought I lost the key."

A ripple of mischievous giggles sprinkled the room.

"Don't you remember, Danny?" Hannah sang sweetly. "Your girlfriend came by and let you loose."

"My ... girlfriend?" The bewildered lad shook his head. "Let me ... loose? Who ... who's my girlfriend?"

"You know ... Jennifer McCathy?" cooed Samantha. "Or as we call her, Skanky Jenny!"

"Yeah, Thkanky Jenny," Edith echoed with an impish giggle. “Thee came by while you were napping. What’th the matter, Danny? Don’t you remember?”

Daniel looked up at his tormentors in disbelief, his eyes wide with fright. "Jenny? She ... was really here? You didn't let her see me, did you? Tell me you didn't let her see me naked again!"

“Sure we let her see you,” Hannah said with more than a little sarcasm in her voice. “Why wouldn’t we? It’s not like she didn’t already know what you looked like in your birthday suit.”

“You … you’re kidding, right?” He looked up at his stepmother in desperation. “Delo- … Mother, Jenny really wasn’t here, was she? Tell me she wasn’t! You’re all just kidding me, right? Please, tell me you’re just teasing!”

“What do you mean, see you naked again?” Delores Gilbert said with a stern look in her face. “Jennifer’s seen you in your bare skin, too? You mean to tell me you’ve been running around bare butt naked in front of other girls and not telling me?”

“Nooooo … that’s not what I ….”

“It’s too bad that you were asleep, Danny boy,” sneered Samantha. “Skanky Jenny had her camera and took some pictures while you were sleeping. We wanted to wake you up so she could get some of the two of you together, but she didn’t want any like that. These were for something else, some special project she’s got going, so she insisted we let you sleep.”

“Yeah, Jenny thaid for you to get thome thleep,” lisped little Edith. "You looked tho thweet, thee didn’t want to wake you up.”

“She didn’t want to …?” The bewildered lad shook his head. “What special project? She didn’t really have a camera, did she? Please, tell me she didn’t. Please? Pleeeeease?”

Samantha quickly jumped in with, "She said something about sending your picture to one of those gay magazines. You know, with those guys who wear all that leather stuff and have whips and chains. You love porn so much, she figured you ought to like that!"

The younger girls all laughed out loud at such a ridiculous idea while the women just nodded and smiled.

Daniel felt his stomach ache something awful. He couldn’t tell if the girls were teasing him or telling the truth. He’d been confused for two solid days at this point, ever since Hannah first saw him naked the previous afternoon; at that moment he couldn’t tell what was up and who was down. All he knew was what the girls were telling him and from the looks on their faces he had plenty to worry about.

Jennifer wouldn’t really send naked pictures of me to one of those magazines, he wondered. Would she?

At long last Mrs. Wilson showed up with a small plastic bucket, some rags and a bottle of spray cleaner.

"Here you go, sweetie. Get started with these and let me know if you need anything else."

Eager to change the subject Daniel nodded. He took the rags and cleanser, his head bent down in shame; he wanted to use the rags to wipe himself down, but now apparently wasn’t the time or place. Instead he went over to the sofa and worked slowly to clean up the mess he’d made. He felt awful knowing that everyone could see his naked butt as he worked, but he was too tired and confused to protest. The good news was he hadn’t damaged the fancy upholstery; a careful wipe down with some cleaner and a damp cloth, some minor scrubbing and a dry towel and it looked like new. That left the sticky boy to consider his own uncomfortable and disgraceful plight.

“I … I’ll just go home and take a shower.” He squirmed uncomfortably in his bare skin, disgusted by the drying spunk that covered his face and body. “Then I can get dressed and maybe ….”

“Oh, no!” Mrs. Gilbert snapped. “You’re not going anywhere, little mister! You’re staying where we can keep an eye on you. I send you home now and you’ll probably jerk off from now until kingdom come!”

"You're ... gonna make me stay like this? Naked? In front of everybody?"

"Why not? We all know what you look like already. It's no big deal." The pretty woman smiled. "Besides, I think you kinda like it. I'm right, aren't I? You kinda like being naked in front of all these women and girls, don't you?"

“No, I don’t like it,” the pouting lad fumed. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“That’s easy, honey bunny. Just take a look at your little lie detector. That tells us all we need to know.”

Daniel looked down and sure enough, his wiener was sticking straight out and up, happily bouncing about like an eager pet looking for attention. He started to cover it with his hands, but instead resisted the urge; that action had gotten him too many slaps and spankings in the past. Instead he just stared at the treacherous pink penis and tried not to think about all of the eyes that were watching him.

His Aunt Margerite laughed. “Oh, of course he likes it. You don’t have to look at his little lie detector to know that. What boy wouldn’t like running around naked in front of so many pretty girls and women?”

Daniel's eyes filled with tears. He couldn't believe his ears! How could she say that? What kind of pervert did she think he was?

"No, I don't like it! I hate it! Don't say that! I hate it and I want my clothes back! Please let me get dressed! Please? Pleeeeease???"

The room filled with laughter. Daniel looked around to see all of the girls and women looking right at him, their eyes alight with mockery and merriment. His shame was their delight, and he was still trapped in their little game for the moment.

His stepmother stared him in the eyes with a smug look on her face, then shifted her gaze down to his erect penis. A cruel, knowing smile curled her lip and she raised her eyebrow in mocking amusement. He felt like he was about two feet tall, the way she stood over him.

"So, what should we do with our dirty little boy now? Anybody got any ideas?"

“Let the girls take him out to the patio and give him a bath,” suggested Mrs. Wilson. “They’ve already used the hose on him once before, so they all know what to do. Hannah, go to the basement and get out the plastic tub and that package of rubber gloves. I know where there’s a scrub brush and some extra shampoo and soap …..”

Daniel couldn’t believe his ears. They were going to do WHAT? Give him a … a bath??? His eyes went wide with panic as he realized what that meant. Soap … water … washcloths and curious eyes and roving hands … all over his body … touching his bare skin … and in between his legs ….

Oh, heck no!!!

"Noooooo ... Delo- … Mother, please, not that. I just had bath this morning! Pleeeeeassse, don’t let them give me a baaaaaaaathhhhh! Pleeeeeeeasssssse …?"

“Oh, hush up, Danny!” Delores said, a huge smile on her face. “You nasty little thing! You’re filthy and you know it! A good scrubbing would do you a world of good. Just think how great you’ll feel afterward.”

“Just think how good you’ll feel during it,” teased Margerite.

“Oh, Mom, can we really?” Hannah clapped her hands together, her face alight with glee. “Oh, my god … this is gonna be the best!”

The terrified lad looked at his stepmother. She reached over and fingered the metal dog tags at his throat and followed that up with a cruel, sarcastic smirk.

“Do I have to?” he whispered hoarsely. “Please say no. Please?”

“It’s not up to me.” Delores Gilbert smiled. “Like it says on your collar, honey bunny, you belong to Hannah. You don’t belong to me, so it’s out of my hands. Have fun!”

“Nooooooooo ….”

To be continued …

(The End)