Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting

Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 3

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David

Chapter Three – Upon Closer Examination

From his position on the floor Jeffrey watched in despair as the Martin twins ran happily down the hall. He then looked up at the red-headed girl standing over him and closed his eyes. Eleven year old Anita was staring at his naked body, a huge grin on her freckled face. He was so ashamed, he felt like crying.

“We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!” Rita and Tina yelled in the distance.

“We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!”

As he laid there he thought to himself, this has to be a bad dream, right? How could this have happened to him? I mean, these kinds of things only happened in dreams, so ... it has to be a bad dream. Right?

A girlish giggle prompted him to open his eyes. Nope, it was not a dream. Anita was still standing over him, grinning the most evil grin he could imagine.

She looks like a little devil, Jeffrey thought to himself. Just like in the movies.

“Having fun yet?” The sixth grader licked her lips and laughed. Jeffrey watched with annoyance as she pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up her nose; he might have thought she’d look cute wearing them if she hadn’t been pressing her bare toe down hard at the base of his throat.

“I bet you didn’t know this was going to happen when you became a babysitter,” she said with a glorious smile. “Us girls aren’t so wimpy after all, are we?”

Jeffrey closed his eyes and bit his lip. He was afraid if he said anything he might start crying ... again ... and that was the one thing he did not want to do right then.

“Oh, don’t act so sad, Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita said with a snicker. “My sister Evie says all boys like getting naked with girls. She says it’s fun for them, so this ought to be fun for you, too.”

Jeffery wiped his wet eyes with the back of his hand. “I don’t think this is what she meant.”

“Oh, I think it is! I’ve seen her do exactly this same thing! Sometimes the boy might fight her some, but he always ended up loving it.”

A cold chill swept through the nude lad’s soul. If he heard Anita right, this was not the first time a boy had been stripped naked in the Martin house. Could that be true? Feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioning tickle his nude body, he supposed there was more truth than fiction to that story.

Jeffrey imagined for an instant what it would be like with the eldest Martin girl standing over him. Evie was at least eighteen and he was just thirteen. Oh gosh! What if she had some of her girlfriends from college with her? That would be just ... terrible! The bewildered boy bit his lip as a weird blend of dread and curiosity caused him to shiver all over.

A few seconds later Rita and Tina were back. Jeffrey opened his eyes to see three bright smiling faces looking down at him, wide-eyed and glowing with excitement.

“So, um ... now what happens?” he croaked.

Anita grinned. “Well, first off, you need to get up. We have some games we want to play and you’re the guest of honor.”

The humiliated boy pressed his legs together even tighter. He had no idea what kind of games they expected him to play with no clothes on and he sure as heck didn’t want to find out!

“Yeah, well, I ... I don’t wanna play any games. I just want my clothes back so I can go home.”

“You are not going anywhere, Jeffrey Walton.” The red-headed girl looked so much more grown up with Jeffrey’s horn-rimmed glasses on her freckled eleven year old face; she might have passed for a teenager, in fact, she looked so mature. “You’re staying with us and we’re gonna have some fun with you in your birthday suit!”

“Yeah, in your birthday suit!” one of the younger girls yelled with greedy glee.

The naked boy sighed. He could feel his stomach ache with fear. “But I want my clothes back,” he awkwardly whispered. “This is really ... you know ... embarrassing ....”

“Oh, don’t be such a crybaby, Jeffrey-Poo.” Anita raised an eyebrow. “You’re not getting out of this just yet. We got things we wanna do with you. Now get up and come play with us!”

Jeffrey sighed again. He didn’t want to get up; it was bad enough lying naked with these stupid girls looking at him, but standing up ... and letting them see even more of his bare body ... that was going to be even worse.

“Do I have to get up?”

“Who wants to play ‘ride the horsey’ again?”

“We do! We do!” squealed the twins.

The anxious lad winced at the thought. He did not want those little brats on top of him again. Especially not when he was naked.

“Um, okay ... I guess,” he finally whispered. “I’m getting up.”

Anita pulled her foot off Jeffrey’s chest and watched with smug satisfaction as he struggled to his feet. The dazed lad swayed for an instant as the blood rushed from his head, making him dizzy. It didn’t help that he didn’t have his glasses, either; everything was blurry and distorted, adding to his wooziness. The Rita and Tina quickly grabbed his hands, apparently to help him get up. Or so he thought; he attempted to cover his modesty once he got to his feet, but the twins held on tight to his wrists, pulling them in opposite directions, all the while giggling like a pair of monkeys.

After a moment or so Jeffrey’s head cleared and he realized he was being stared at by three sets of eager, leering eyes. He glanced down and saw what they saw – a pudgy, vulnerable body, a bare belly and plump thighs and, most important, an exposed penis in all of its puny, shameful glory. Well, actually, all he could see was the tip peeking out from between the smooth, hairless junction where his pudgy thighs met. He felt so ashamed ... he just as well not have a penis, it looked so small.

“What happened to your weenie, Jeffrey-Poo?” Rita made an ugly face. “Did it get scared or something?”

Tina clucked her tongue. “I think it’s hiding from us. Come on out, little fellow!” She crouched down and looked at it in mock seriousness. “Aw, don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you.”

“Boys’ weenies are so weird,” Anita said enthusiastically. “Some are so big and ugly ... and some are so little and funny. And yours, Jeffrey Walton, is just plain old hilarious!”

“Hilarious and teeny tiny!” chimed Rita.

Jeffrey couldn’t argue with his captors’ claims. He’d always thought his privates were funny looking; he just wasn’t used to a bunch of girls agreeing with him. Everything between his legs was hairless and miniscule in comparison to other boys his age. Some of the guys in his class had huge genitals, so much thicker and longer than his own, with ugly veins and weird colors and scary looking hoods over the tips. As if that wasn’t enough, they were so much – ugh! – hairier than he could ever imagine being. Hairy privates freaked him out, but they were impressive if not intimidating; pubic hair was, of course, an important sign of becoming a man. At that moment, unfortunately, our young hero was about as far away from being a man as a person could be; if anything, he looked – and felt – more like a little naked child ... little baby.

“You look so silly, Jeffrey Walton,” Tina sang at the top of her voice. “With that big fat butt and teeny tiny weenie, you should be in kindergarten, not junior high school!”

“Yeah! You should be in kindergarten!” Rita sang happily. “You’re just a big fat baby with no clothes on!”

Standing before the trio of leering sisters Jeffrey bent over and pressed his thighs together in a vain attempt at hiding his shame. He felt unbearably foolish as the girls all burst out laughing and giggling.

“Please don’t look at me anymore!” he weakly pleaded. He tried once again to cover his privates, but Rita and Tina held tight to his wrists, so tight that they ached under the pressure of their grip.

“Seriously, you guys aren’t supposed to see me like this. Gimme back my clothes, okay? Just give them back and ... and ... we’ll pretend none of this ever ... you know ... never happened. And I promise ... I won’t tell your ... your mom ... either.”

“Oh, we don’t care if you tell our mom,” Anita said brightly. “I done told you, you’re not the first naked boy in this house. Evie used to do this all the time when she babysat our neighbor’s little boys. We used to watch her tickle them and wrestle them out of their clothes at bath time. It was sooooo funny! What’s even funnier is they didn’t put up nearly as much of a fuss as you are.”

“When she babysat ... little boys ...?”

Jeffrey squinted at the girls and thought for a moment. That’s what Anita meant when she talked about her sister Evie getting boys naked. She was working as a babysitter. It was all beginning to make sense ... sort of.

“Your ... your sister really ... d-d-did th-that?” He squirmed in his nudity, pressing his thighs together as he tried to imagine what eighteen year old Evie would do if she saw him as he was at that very moment. “Evie ... sh-sh-she .... She actually made them go naked? And your mom ... she let her?”

Anita grinned. “Oh sure. Mom thought it was funny. Sometimes she even joined in. We all did. They were just little babies and they were so cute! They’d squeal and giggle and run around the house in their birthday suits and we’d chase them down and stick’em in the bathtub. That was lots of fun.”

“Yeah, that was lots of fun!” exclaimed Rita-Tina. “And it was funny, too!”

“You think we’re lying, don’t you, Jeffrey-Poo?” Anita fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously. “Well, if you don’t believe us, go ahead and call our mom up on the phone and ask her. While you’re at it, you can even tell her how we took away your clothes, just like Evie did. She won’t care ... and we sure as heck don’t give a care!”

“Yeah, we don’t give a care!” chorused Rita-Tina. “Call our mommy and tell her you’re naked! We dare you!”

Jeffrey blinked. He hated being outsmarted by anybody, especially a girl. And especially a girl younger than him. And now he was being outsmarted by not just one girl, but three of them ... and they were all still in grade school! Not only had they tricked him out of his clothes, they even stole his glasses!

How did they do this, he thought with amazement. They got me naked ... and even dared me to call their mom. They’re just plain crazy!

The thing that really got Jeffrey was that story about Evie doing babysitting duty. That put a whole new perspective on everything. For an instant he pictured himself being chased around the Martin house with Evie and the three little brats ... and maybe even Mrs. Martin in pursuit. The very thought was enough to make his head spin.

That would have been ... just ... awful ... he thought to himself.

Anita snapped her fingers and cleared her throat. Still wearing Jeffrey’s horn-rimmed glasses, she looked like a little girl playing the role of a stern schoolteacher.

“Okay, naked boy, let’s go to the living room. We got things we want to do. This is gonna be fun!”

“Yeah, let’s go have some fun!” cried Rita-Tina. The twins tugged at Jeffrey’s wrists and began leading him down the hallway toward the main part of the house.

“We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!
We’re gonna have fun with Naked Jeffrey!”

Jeffrey started to say something smart, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He felt like crying again, but he didn’t want to make things any worse. The girls had already seen him cry once and that wasn’t any fun. His stomach hurt bad enough as it was. Really bad, come to think of it ....

“Uh-oh ....”

All of a sudden, the unhappy lad’s innards gurgled and a sudden cramp hit him low in his abdomen. This wasn’t a simple twinge of fear – though that was indeed real enough – but a tangible, physical pain, one that would wear on his emotions as much as it would affect his body.

Oh god ... no ... not that ... not now ....

He had to go. And he had to go NOW!

It might have been the spinach he had for lunch at school. It might have been the ice cream bar afterward. It might have been the emotional shock of being tricked out of his clothes. Most likely it was caused by those dumb old girls bouncing up and down on his belly like a bunch of rabid kangaroos. All he knew for certain, at that exact moment in time ... was that he had to get to the toilet ... and get there before it was too late!

“Uuuummmm ... I, uh ... I gotta go ... take care of something ....”

Not knowing what else to do, the blushing boy pulled loose from the twins and he minced awkwardly toward the bathroom. The girls all began laughing, which only added to his discomfort.

“Where you going, Jeffrey-Poo?” Anita cooed. “You’re not gonna try and run away, are you? You’re not gonna get very far dressed like that.”

“Run, Jeffrey, run!” chanted Rita-Tina. “We’ll run, too, and we’re gonna catch you!”

“I’m not running anywhere.” The distressed boy grimaced as a wave of agony swept over his belly. “I ... I ... I gotta go!”

Just as he passed into the bathroom the panicked lad tried to shut the door, but Anita blocked his effort. Leaning her lithe, athletic body against the door, she once again had that evil grin on her face.

“Whatcha gonna do, Jeffrey-Poo? You’re acting awful funny all of a sudden.”

“Please, ‘Nita,” Jeffrey whined. “I really gotta ... you know ... go ....”

“Aw, does Jeffrey-Poo gotta poop? What’s the matter, wittle Jeffwey-Poooooo? Does hims wittle bottom gotta makes the poopsies?”

“Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poop!” sang the twins. “Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poop!”

“Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poo-oop!
Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poo-oop!
Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poo-oop!
Jeffrey-Poo has gotta poo-oop!”

Jeffrey quickly sidestepped his way to the toilet and plopped down on the seat. Pressing his legs together in an all-too-late effort to preserve his honor, he looked over at the ogling girls and sighed.

“Please oh puh-leeeeeeassssse get out of here, you guys,” he cried. His voice sounded so weak, so childlike, it only made him feel worse about his predicament. “Please Anita ... I gotta go ... I mean, I REALLY gotta GO!”

The defiant eleven year old put her hands on her hips and stood bravely before him. The younger girls did the same. Altogether they made an intimidating, though adorable, force to deal with.

“We ain’t going nowhere, Jeffrey-Poo. We’re gonna stand right here ‘til you’re done, then we’re gonna have our fun! So hurry up and poop!”

“Yeah, hurry up and poop, Jeffrey! We wanna have our fun!” fussed the twins.

This was not what Jeffrey needed – or wanted – to hear. Being stripped naked by these silly girls was horrible enough, but for them to stand there and watch him use the toilet – to have a bowel movement yet – well, this was a nightmare!

“Please, ‘Nita ... go away ... shut the door ... please? PUH-leeeeeassssse?”

A sharp pang hit his gut and he felt the inevitable upon him. He looked desperately toward his beaming captors for some sign of mercy. Without his glasses he couldn’t see for certain, but he was pretty sure they were mocking him. He buried his head in his hands and moaned in disgrace.

“What are you waiting for, Jeffrey-POOP? Don’t mind us. We’ll just wait right here.”

“Jeffrey-POOP! That’s funny!” squealed one of the younger girls. “Go ahead and poop, Jeffrey-POOP! You silly poop head!”

It’s not like our young hero had a choice. He really had to go ... the pain in his gut was so intense and the pressure on his bottom was impossible to ignore. He thought about how the girls had bounced up and down on his belly and he felt sick to his stomach.

Oh gosh ... why did they had to do that ... whyyyyyyyy ...?

Fighting the urge to preserve what little dignity he had left, the humiliated teenager sobbed as he reluctantly allowed his anal muscles to relax ... right there before his sardonic, mocking audience. A wave of shame coursed through his body as it did what came naturally.

“Oh gosh,” he moaned in miserable, mortified agony. “Ooooooh ... myyyyyyy ... goooooooosssssshhh ....

“Why ... whyyyyyyyyy ... meeeeeeeeeeeeee ...?”

I won’t go into the ugly details about Jeffrey’s time on the toilet. Suffice it to say that despite his desperation to do otherwise, his body evacuated itself completely and most crudely in full view of the joyful, giggling girls. For every rude sound his bottom made, for every grunt and groan and little splash in the toilet bowl, the three Martin sisters hooted and hollered and laughed with malicious delight. They pointed and giggled and tormented the mortified boy throughout the entire duration of his bowel movement, ignoring his need for privacy and instead taking pure pleasure in his discomfort and disgrace. By the time it was over, the defeated lad was empty, weak and trembling with shame; in contrast, his captors were happy, energized and eager for more.

“Are you done yet?” Anita stood over the chastened boy with her hands on her hips. A triumphant smile beaming from her freckled face. “Is the big baby done making him’s wittle poopies?”

“Yeah, is Baby Jeffrey done making him’s wittle poopies?” teased the twins.

Jeffrey nodded his head. His body felt empty and depleted, and he was weak as a kitten. He glanced up sheepishly, barely able to look the grinning girls in the eye.

“Yeah ... I ... I guess so.”

“Well, come on then, wipe your nasty butt, Jeffrey-POOP! And hurry up! Me and my sisters still want to play with you!”

“Yeah, we wanna play with you!” sang the twins.

The puzzled lad looked up. “Wipe my ... my ... self?”

“You gotta wipe your butt, stupid!” Anita bared her teeth in a cruel, wicked grin. “Our mom keeps a clean house. We don’t want your nasty butt dirtying up everything!”

The nude boy bit his lip. This was not at all what he’d expected. It was bad enough that he’d been tricked into losing his clothes, but now ... sitting on the toilet ... he was going to have to wipe his butt ... in front of these stupid girls? How in the world did that happen?

“You ... you’re not really ... gonna watch me ... wipe myself ... are you?”

“Sure, why not? We know what that looks like. We helped Evie wipe little babies’ butts before. This won’t be any different. Come on, get to it! We still wanna go play our games with you!”

Having a girl – a girl younger than him, which was even worse! – talk to him with such arrogance was unnerving and frustrating. It didn’t help that her dumb sisters were standing alongside, listening and watching and giggling like a pair of mischievous monkeys.

“Come on, Jeffrey ... go on, don’t be shy. You know you gotta do it. If you don’t, you’ll just have to sit there all afternoon. You don’t want our mom to come home seeing you sitting naked in our bathroom like this, do you?”

Jeffrey sighed. He pictured Mrs. Martin standing at the door and he tried to imagine how she might react. No matter how he tried to turn it, that would not be a good experience; there wasn’t any doubt in his mind that she’d be upset knowing that he’d been naked in front of her precious little brats. And then there was the matter of his own mother; there was no way she wouldn’t find out what had happened, and that would be the end of everything. He’s had to move away, probably to a foreign country.

God, I don’t want those stupid girls seeing me wiping my butt ... but ... what choice do I have?

The mortified youth groaned. “Okay, okay ... I’m doing it. But can you guys PLEASE not look at me? This is embarrassing enough as it is!”

Jeffrey’s plea was met with glowing eyes and squeals of delight.

“I don’t think so, Jeffrey-POOP!” Anita insisted. “You just go ahead and do what you need to do and don’t worry about us. We’re just here to enjoy the show!”

“Yeah, Jeffrey-POOP, we wanna see the show!” the twins sang eagerly in chorus.

“Stop calling me that name!” the fretful lad shouted. “I’m sick and tired of you guys making fun of me! Just stop it!”

“What’s the matter, Jeffrey-POOP? You don’t like being called Jeffrey-POOP?” Anita grasped the glasses on her face and waggled them from side to side as she sang out the words. “Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP!”

“Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP!” cried her sisters, over and over again. “Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP! Jeffrey-POOP!”

Anita put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue. “How’s that? Is that better? Maybe if we call our mom, will that make you feel better? ‘Cause that’s what I’m gonna do if you don’t get to wipin’ that nasty butt ... JEFFREY-POOP!!!”

And so the flustered boy did as he was told. Wiping his bottom in front of Anita Martin and her stupid sisters was one of the most difficult things he ever had to do in his young life; it was worse than letting those idiot girls take away his clothes. Well, almost. That was pretty bad, he had to admit. But for them to see him taking part in such a personal task, such an intimate act, that took his humiliation to a whole new level.

I can’t believe these dumb girls are watching me do this, he thought sadly. I can’t believe they’re making me do this!

His whole body glowing with embarrassment, Jeffrey twisted around on the toilet, took a length of toilet paper from the roll and then proceeded to reach back and run it up and down the crevice between his cheeks. It just felt so secretive and forbidden, to wipe his crack in front of a bunch of girls like that ... just so ... wrong. He was so ashamed, so humiliated, to be doing such a private thing before so many eyes that his face burned hot and his heart raced a hundred miles and hour. He was so upset even the littler girls noticed.

“Wow, Jeffrey-POOP is really scared of us,” Rita said with a giggle. “That’s so awesome!”

“He better be scared of us,” Tina added. “He knows we’ll whip his butt!”

“Wipe it or whip it ... oh, that’s funny!” Anita said with a wicked smile.

When he was finished the shamed teenager flushed the toilet and then sat quietly, waiting to see what, if anything, would happen next. It didn’t take a minute for his whole life to change yet again for the worse.

“We’re not done yet,” Anita said with the authority of an adult. “We need to make sure your butt is sparkling clean before we play with you.”

Jeffrey watched with dreadful curiosity as the eleven year old schoolgirl got a washcloth from the cabinet. She then went to the sink where she ran warm water over it and soaped it up until it was white with bubbles. He felt strange as she handed him the warm, wet foamy cloth and smiled.

“Um, what am I supposed to do with this?”

Anita giggled. “Wash your stinky butt with it, dummy! What did you think?”

Jeffrey sighed. She expected him to wash his butt, right there, in front of her and her stupid sister? With that soapy washcloth? Really? Wasn’t he humiliated enough? Where did these stupid girls get their stupid ideas?

The grinning girl reached out and poked him in the middle of his forehead with her forefinger. “If you don’t, then fine. You can just sit here until our mommy comes home. Then we’ll just let her do it!”

Jeffrey frowned. The image of Mrs. Martin bending him over and washing his bare bottom was not an appealing one to him.

“Um ... okay, I guess.”

Washing his bare butt in front of those three girls was as humiliating as it sounds. Jeffrey’s face burned red with shame as stood up and bent over before his appreciative audience. He then ran the soapy cloth over his cheeks and up and down his crack. The sensation of the warm, slippery cloth would have felt pretty nice under other circumstances, but with three sets of leering, laughing eyes locked in on his every move, that was so weird, so shameful, it almost made him sick. His stomach churned as a fluttering lightness made him nauseous and dizzy. Still, he did as he was directed in hopes that his clothes would be returned to him and this strange madness would come to an end.

“Okay, good job, Jeffrey,” Anita said in a mock “mommy voice.” She pushed her purloined eyeglasses up her nose and pointed toward the sink. “Now go wash out your washcloth really good and rinse off your bottom. You don’t want to run around with a soapy butt, do you, Jeffrey-Poo?”

The younger girls giggled. “Jeffrey’s got a soapy butt!” one of them teased. “He’s a real bubble butt!”

“Jeffrey is a bubble butt!
Jeffrey is a bubble butt!
Jeffrey is a bubble butt!
Jeffrey is a bubble butt!”

God, I am so sick of those stupid songs, Jeffrey thought to himself. It’s bad enough they got me naked ... can’t they just shut up?

Despite his anger, the defeated boy did as the sisters said. He padded barefoot over to the sink where he rinsed out the cloth as directed and washed as much of the soap out of his bottom as he could. He felt so embarrassed as he wiped himself over and over again, especially with three mischievous, giggling grade school girls watching him; hearing them whisper and snicker as he worked didn’t make things any better. At least they didn’t try to do it for him. He did not think he could stand that kind of humiliation.

At last he was done. He rinsed out the cloth one final time and hung it on a rack next to the shower. The cool air caused his skin to tingle, another humiliating reminder that he was naked in front of a bunch of idiotic girls. He reached up to adjust his glasses, but then winced as he remembered he no longer had them.

Dang it, Anita, he thought in frustration. I’ll be so glad when this is all over with!

“Now get over here and turn around,” Anita ordered. “We need to make sure you did a good job cleaning your butt. If it’s not spotless you’ll have to do it again. Or maybe we’ll do it for you!”

Jeffrey blinked. “What do you mean ... you need to make sure ...?”

“You heard me!” the petite girl spat. “Get up and show us your butt. Do like I said or you can face our mother when she gets home and explain why you’re running around the house naked with a nasty butthole!”

It took him a moment, but eventually he did as Anita told him. With his hands over his privates and three sets of eager eyes watching his every move, the humbled lad slowly stood up and turned about. A gust of whispers and giggles sent a chill up his naked spine.

“Don’t stop now, Jeffrey-POOP,” a mocking little girl voice called out. “Show us your tushie! Come on, do it. DO IT NOW!”

“Unless you ever don’t wanna see your pants again,” another voice sang sweetly.

Doing his best to ignore the cruel laughter behind him, the nude boy sighed, then bent over at the waist, putting his hands on his knees for support. He could not believe he was showing his bare bottom to these three horrid little brats! If he thought wiping his bottom in front of them was difficult, showing off the most private part of his body was disgraceful! He hadn’t been naked in front his mother since he was a little kid, and now this? This was like living a nightmare! It was a wonder the trembling lad could get to his feet, much less stand up without his knees buckling and failing.

“Spread’em, Jeffrey-POOP! Come on, spread your butt so we can see your hole!” There was a tittering of little girl giggles. “We need to make sure you did a good job. We can’t have you running around the house with a nasty butt, you know!”

It took the trembling lad a second or so to work up the courage, but once again, he did as he was instructed. Still bent over at the waist, he closed his eyes and bit his lip as he reached around with both hands and grasped his buttcheeks. There was a fluttering of little girl whispers as he pulled them apart. The knowledge that he was showing off the most secret, sacred part of his body was almost as appalling as the laughter and tittering that was going on behind his back.

This isn’t happening, he thought sadly. This isn’t happening ... this isn’t happening ....

“EWWW!!!” squealed one of the younger sisters. “I can actually see his hole! Ewwww ... how gross!”

“Oh, shut up! I think it’s cute,” cooed the other twin. “See how little it is? How can such a big fat butt have such a cute little pink hole? I think it’s so cute, it’s adorable!”

“Hahahahahaaaa!!! It is cute, isn’t it?” cried Anita. “This is great! It looks just like a big fat baby’s butthole! Look how pink and silly it looks! Waaaa-hahahahahaaaaaa!!!!”

Jeffrey felt something cold and moist touch him right in the middle of his bottom. He bolted upright and turned around in defiance, forgetting his exposed privates for the moment. Anita had the wet washcloth in her hand and an evil grin on her impish face.

“Don’t touch me there!” he croaked. “Don’t touch me! It’s bad enough you stole my clothes ... and my glasses ... and then watched me go to the bathroom. But you better not touch me there!”

The flustered lad thought about what he said – and how he looked saying it – and he felt even more ridiculous than before. It was like being in some sort of weird dream ... like none of this should be happening ... only ... it was!

“Or else what?” Anita challenged. She looked so grown up as she put her hands on her hips and grinned a smarmy, smart-aleck smile. “Whatcha gonna do, Jeffrey-POOP? So what if we touch your stupid butthole? Whatcha gonna do? Hmm? Whatcha gonna do, tell our mom? Go ahead, I dare ya! Tell her all you want! We don’t care! You can call her up on the phone if you want, you big fat crybaby! Go on, go do it! I dare you!”

Jeffrey was so mad! He was sick and tired of being pushed around by these little brats, letting them trick him and get the better of him and doing whatever they wanted to humiliate him. He was so mad, he could have slapped them all upside the head!

“You little brat! You better shut up or ... or ... I’ll ....”

“Hello? Oh hi, how are you? Yes, this is Tina Martin. Can I speak to my mom, please?”

The naked lad around to see one of the twins was missing. He could hear her voice coming from down the hall. Rushing from the bathroom, he looked down the hall and squinted; without his glasses he couldn’t see for sure, but it looked like one of the twins was standing outside her mother’s bedroom with a telephone handset pressed against her face.

“No ... Rita ... Tina ... wait! Please, don’t call your mom ....”

“I’m Rita, that’s Tina,” a voice behind him said. “What’s the matter, Jeffrey-POOP? Can’t you tell the difference?”

“My glasses ... I ... I c-c-can’t see ... without them.”

“Too bad, so sad!” Anita jumped out in front of him and waggled the oversized horn-rimmed glasses on her face. “Isn’t it funny, how you can’t see us but we can see all of you!”

“Shut up, Anita! Make ... make Tina put the phone down! Don’t let her call her mom!”

The pretty girl did a little spin, waving the eyeglasses about like a magic wand. “Hey, I can’t make her do anything. If she wants to call our mommy, then she can do what she wants!”

Jeffrey was so frustrated. Being near-sighted was almost as bad as being naked. Almost. Though he couldn’t see it, the little girl down the hall made a scrunched up ugly face and stuck out her tongue.

“Yeah, Jeffrey-POOP! We told you we were gonna call our mommy if you didn’t do what we want, so I’m telling on you! You didn’t believe me, did you, Jeffrey-POOP?” She grinned sweetly and resumed talking.

“Hello, Mommy? This is Tina May. I’m sorry to bother you, but I got something important I need to tell you ... yeah, it’s about Jeffrey, our babysitter. He’s all naked and stuff ... yep, that’s right! No clothes on at all. He’s been doing all sorts of weird stuff, making us watch him poop and playing with his bottom in front of me and the girls. Yep ... uh-huh ... oh, you wanna talk to him?”

Jeffrey felt sick to his stomach. He could not believe Tina had actually called her mother. Why would she do that? How could she ...? What was he gonna ...? How was he gonna ...?

Oh, this is bad, he thought to himself.

“Here ya go, Jeffrey-POOP,” cooed the red-headed brat. “Somebody wants to talk to you ....”

Jeffrey swallowed, then sighed. His mind raced as he moved from the bathroom door toward the grinning girl. He really didn’t want to talk to Mrs. Martin ... didn’t want to have to explain ... anything ... to her. All he wanted was to close his eyes and open them and find out all of this craziness was just a bad dream ....

Just as he was about to take the phone, Tina jerked it away. Her eyes went wide with delightful glee, as if she’d just won the greatest prize in the world.

“Haha! Got you! You actually thought I called Mommy! What a big baby you are, Jeffrey Walton! You’re so gullible, you’ll believe anything!” The little girl danced up and down, swinging the phone around on its cord like a toy. “Stupid, dumb old Jeffrey-POOP! You’re so easy, you’re dumber than a dumb old baby!”

“That wasn’t funny,” the nude boy said with a hoarse voice. “That was really mean.”

“Yeah, I guess it was,” replied the little girl. She began dancing around him, singing as loud as she could. “Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby! Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!”

Anita and Rita – who’d been watching the entire time, of course – joined in the celebration, jumping up in a circle around the flustered boy and down and singing at the top of their cruel little lungs. “Haha! Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby! Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby! Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!”

Jeffrey sighed. He was both relieved and angry. He hated being bullied and he really hated being outwitted. And these grade school girls were doing both to him. He felt so foolish as they danced around him, making fun of him and having the time of their lives.

“Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!”

As if in a daze he suddenly felt little hands grab his wrist and pull him back to the bathroom; he stumbled along, dizzy and disoriented, as he was guided and pushed toward the toilet.

“Now, do as we say or we really will call our mommy,” Anita ordered as she led him back into the bathroom.

Jeffrey nodded silently. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there in front of the commode, wondering what was going to happen next. The powerless boy suddenly felt the small, rude hands on his waist; he looked down and saw Rita and Tina standing on either side of him, their little freckled faces grinning the nastiest of grins.

Oh yeah ... they want to look at my butt ....

Before he could comply, the two girls suddenly spun him about and pushed him off balance, causing him to fall forward, face first, onto the toilet seat; he might have bashed his head on the ceramic tank if he hadn’t caught hold of it with his hands. He ended up on his knees, his upper body bent over the commode lid; his bare bottom, he realized, was on full presentation to his mocking audience.

“OWWW!!! That hurt me!”

“Haha! Jeffrey fall down and go boom!” Rita-Tina happily shouted. “Jeffrey’s sooooo funny!”

The exhausted boy knew he wasn’t about to get any sympathy from the sadistic girls. For an instant he wondered what would happen if he really did fall and knock his head on the toilet. He imagined for an instant waking up with Mrs. Martin and the girls standing over him, calling 911 and the police and then his mother showing up and seeing him naked. That would be the worst!

“This isn’t funny!” the naked lad cried. “I really could have got hurt!”

He tried to get up, but the twins grabbed his wrists and jerked his arms out from under him; they then pushed him face down on the toilet seat. Laughter filled the bathroom and the defeated boy clenched his eyes closed, loathing himself and his inability to escape the clutches of the three pintsized bullies.

“OWW!!! Stop it! Let me!”

“Oh shut up, Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita said with a laugh. “What a crybaby you are! Really, you are such a sissy! Now, just be still. We wanna wash your bottom again and make sure you’re not gonna get our mom’s furniture all dirty and stuff. Be still and don’t turn around until we tell you!”

SLAP! Jeffrey was startled as someone smacked him on his bare butt. It wasn’t a painful blow, but just embarrassing enough to make him feel like crying.

“Yeah, be still and don’t turn around until we tell you!” Rita repeated.

There was another hard SMACK! which almost hurt. Tina giggled and shouted at the top of her little lungs.

“Yeah, you just lay there and be quiet. We like spanking your butt! There’s a lot more spanks where that came from!”

“You better do like they say,” Anita added. “They ain’t lyin’ ... they really like spanking bare boy butts. Besides, you still don’t know where your clothes are, so you’d best just play along if you want them back.”

“Yeah, and I’ll call my mommy for real next time, too!” taunted young Tina.

Nodding his head, the hopeless lad kept his eyes shut and lamented his predicament. There was no stopping this outrageous nightmare come true. Not knowing what else to do, he laid across the toilet seat and let the girls have their way with him. He bit his lip as curious little hands ran the soapy washcloth up and down his crack and digging deep in between his buttcheeks. This was not going to be fun.

“Ewww, he’s got a nasty bottom,” one of the young girls squealed. “He’s worse than a little baby!”

“Yeah, maybe we oughta make him wear a diaper,” replied the other twin. “Can you imagine, big ol’ baby Jeffrey wearing a litty bitty baby diaper? That would be the best!”

“That really would be the best!” someone screamed.

An explosion of laughter filled the bathroom, followed by another silly, childish song.

“Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!”

“See how Jeffrey doesn’t have any hair on his butt?” Anita teased. “It’s all smooth and bare, just like his teeny weeny weenie! That makes it official, he really is a big dumb baby!”

“Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!
Jeffrey’s a big dumb baby!”

“Oh god ... this is so embarrassing ....” the humiliated lad moaned. “Please, hurry up and get this over with ... pleeeeeeeeasssse ....”

What Jeffrey didn’t know was that his bottom was already perfectly clean; it should have been, after being washed more than once with a soapy cloth. His young tormentors were just having a bit of malicious fun at his expense, using any excuse they could to poke and probe and pry in between his slippery, soap-covered cheeks and see just how far they could go; as it turned out, they went pretty far.

“Beep, bop, boop!” a girlish voice squeaked with each touch against his tender hole. “I like pushing Jeffrey’s buttons!”

“You mean his BUTT-TON, don’t you?” another voice teased. “He’s only got one.”

Tnere was that girlish giggling again. “Yeah, I guess you’re right! I still like pushing it, though. Beep bop, boop! Boop, bop, beep!”

“Oh gosh!” the panicked boy whimpered as he was fingered over and over again. “Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh!”

Unfortunately for Jeffrey, the girls’ curiosity was insatiable and their little game seemed to go on forever. The captive teen’s mouth formed a perfect “O” and he gasped breathlessly as one curious finger after another pressed boldly against his hole, sliding past his slippery sphincter and wiggling about with hungry, gluttonous vigor. In and out they went, finger after finger, digging and poking and probing about with impudence, pushing in and tugging at his anal muscles and then yanking out again; the sensation was disturbing, disgusting and electrifying, all at the same time.

“This is fun!” one of the younger girls squealed. “It’s better than playing doctor with the littler boys Evie used to babysit!”

“It sure is!” squealed the other twin. “Jeffrey’s big fat butt is just right for spanking and pinching! And his hole is a lot easier to poke, too!”

Jeffrey’s eyes went wide with surprise as the ill-mannered digits spread his poor hole wide open and then dug deeper and deeper until he thought they might come out his mouth. He put his face in his hands and wished he was a million miles away.

“Ooooooh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oooooooooh gooooooosssssssshhh ....”

Anita giggled. “Mmmm ... it sounds like Jeffrey likes having his butt played with. Just like a big sissy baby!”

“Yeah, just like a big FAT sissy baby!” the two younger girls sang with unified delight.

At long last his captors were done having their fun. Jeffrey was in a daze from the sensation of rude little girl hands rubbing over his bare bottom and between his legs; his whole body tingled with electricity and he felt as if he’d been hypnotized and put under some nightmarish magical spell. The sensation of so many curious fingers exploring his nether regions was enough to make him giddy and confused. He’d never been touched in between his buttcheeks like that, not by anyone, including his mother. Well, there was that one time by his doctor, but that didn’t count.

No way! That’s just nasty, he told himself time and again.

You must understand that Jeffrey was no prude; nor was he a stranger to his own body. Like other boys his age, he had plenty of adolescent curiosity and he enjoyed more than his share of masturbation, playing with his penis on a nightly basis, sometimes for hours on end. It wasn’t necessarily something he was proud of, but he did it, probably more than most. It just never occurred to him to touch himself “back there.” No boy did that! Well, none to his knowledge, at least.

Oh sure, he’d seen pictures in his father’s dirty magazines – the ones hidden in a trunk in the basement, of course – showing all sorts of girls and women doing such things, touching and teasing and licking each other’s bottoms and in between their legs, and like most males he’d always found those interesting and exciting. But it never occurred to him to do the same to himself.

That’s just for girls, he always thought. Why else do they have so many holes down there? For them to play with, I guess ....

Surprised to hear such talk from our meek little bookworm? Well, don’t be. Despite his seemingly innocent appearance, Jeffrey Walton was still a red-blooded all-American boy with an over-sexed adolescent male mind. On many a night, in the privacy of his bedroom, in the dark and under his covers with his pajama bottoms down about his knees and his hands between his legs, he thought the dirtiest of thoughts and dreamed the filthiest of dreams. Oh, how he wanted to have a naked girl all to himself, to run his hands over their curvaceous, blossoming bodies, their budding breasts and soft, pale bottoms ... and his fingers would delve in between their plump thighs ... and the curious pink, fleshy holes he found ... not thinking what they might want or not want or that they might even object.

The object of our young hero’s nocturnal fantasies usually took the form of an unsuspecting schoolgirl from one of his classes – Suzanne Whittaker, or perhaps Maryann Clarkson or even Bobbi Sue Curtis ... they were all quite pretty and no doubt would look amazing in the nude. He would smile as he lost himself in their pretty faces, sweet smells and soft touches ... dreaming of running his hands over their plump bums and fleshy breasts ... the mysterious moist crevice in between their thighs ... until he made a slimy, sticky mess of himself and his bedsheets. It was always a confusing and awkward feeling, spewing his boyish mess all over his bed like that, but the electric shock he felt as he ejaculated was the most amazing thing he could ever imagine having in his entire young life.

But now, well, the world was completely different. Now, in real life, the tables had been turned and Jeffrey found himself the object of someone else’s curiosity ... and cruel games. To be tricked into getting naked and mauled by a bunch of dumb grade school girls ... looked at and touched in places he’d never dreamed could be touched ... that was just awful! And how did that even happen, anyway? To experience the actual, real life indignity of someone’s eyes roaming all over naked body ... and then their hands on your bare skin ... touching you in your most private parts ... and getting bullied and teased all the while, that wasn’t any fun. Not at all.

And that’s not even counting someone’s finger – a stupid girl’s finger! – touching my butthole, he thought with amazement. I didn’t even know you could do that to boys. I ... I thought that was only for ... girls ....

Poor Jeffrey! He was so scared and worried and embarrassed, no doubt about it. But ... well ... there was something else, something weird and curious and ... almost interesting about what he’d just experience. Though he was loath to admit it, a little bitty part of him found all of this “unwanted” attention – shameful and embarrassing as it was at the hands of these ugly brats – to be ... well ... kind of ... stimulating. It was, in fact, more exciting and amazing than anything else he’d experienced in his young life. He didn’t necessarily like it, but something inside him ... seemed to think otherwise.

The bewildered boy didn’t know it at that moment, but in a few hours ... in the privacy of his bedroom ... in the dark and under his covers, he would recall this incident with rueful arousal ... he would replay each and every excruciating second over and over in his young, impressionable mind ... and he would jack off like there was no tomorrow.

But for right now, at that very instant, he had too many problems to think about such things. The Terrible Triad of Auburn-Haired Siblings had pulled him to his feet and was now leading him down the hallway to the family room for “some real fun and games!” Feeling even more helpless and ashamed than before, Jeffrey Walton fought the urge to break out crying like a little child and he struggled to keep up with his diminutive captors.

He just wanted to lie down in a dark corner and hide!

To be continued ....

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