Anthology

Anthology 4

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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160812-07
Picture: Another adult-themed picture with a dominatrix standing behind her sub, looking down at him as he kneels and masturbates.

“OK kids, I’m going now,” Mrs. Foxworth called up the steps to her 16-year old son, Marshall and her 12-year old daughter, Janet.

“Marshall, you’re in charge. Make sure Janet does her chores, especially the dishes. I don’t know why I’m telling you that. She always seems to do them for you and yet she gives me such a tough time.

And Janet, don’t you give your brother any trouble. Do what he tells you.”

“Yes, mom,” the girl replied.

The door closed and both kids could hear the car departing the driveway.

“You’re not going to wear the outfit again, are you?” Marshall asked.

“Of course I am. You know you want me to. You know you can resist the shiny red skirt and top and the blond wig. Get naked while I put on my makeup.”

“Do you have to do it?”

“Of course I do. In spite of what mom says, we both know that when we’re together, I’m in charge. You know the power I have over you when I wear the outfit. It makes me feel super-sexy and girl-powerful. I make you hard and then as I walk around in my heels, you get even harder. Then you wind up begging me to take control of you. So why don’t you slip out of your clothes as I slip into mine? It will save us both a lot of time.”

Marshall waited patiently in his room sitting naked on his bed awaiting his kid sister’s arrival. The anticipation of her coming to him was exciting him and making him hard in spite of his resistance to the idea of what she would be making him do. She knew he didn’t want to do it, but she also knew that he could not stop himself from doing it.

The slow-paced click of her high-heeled shoes on the hardwood floor announced her arrival. The sound was like a series of miniscule drum beats like that of a military execution squad. It added that last bit of hardness to his penis. It dripped with anxiety of what she would command next.

She stood, legs apart, hands on hips in a Wonder Woman pose and demanded, “Down on your knees, boy!”

Under other circumstances, her in her normal tween attire or even her school uniform, he might have resisted. But she was wearing *THE* outfit and when she did, she ruled.

“Who am I?” she asked. It was the same question every time they were alone like this.

“My Mistress,” came the response.

“Who are you?”

“Your slave.”

“And what do slaves to?”

“They worship their mistresses.”

“Good boy.”

It was the same ritual repeated every time for more than a year. Yet neither of them tired of it.

“Are you ready to submit, slave?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Kneel down before me. Jerk off for me. Make cum at my feet as an offering and an acknowledgement of my feminine superiority.”

He masturbated as his younger sister smiled at the debasing act. It wasn’t about just watching a boy do this; it was about power: Girl Power. She had it, she wielded it and she felt good about doing it.

“I have some friends who would just love seeing my big brother do that.” Lately, she had been toying with the idea of inviting some of her friends over to see this. She threatened it more than once, but now it was a growing idea in her mind.

Marshal grunted and said, “I’m cumming.”

“Let it out,” she encouraged, “Squirt it for your little sister to show how much you love her.”

Jet after jet splashed on the floor until only tiny dribbles leaked out. Exhausted, the boy collapsed back on his heels.

“Good boy,” she said, patting him on his head. “When you’ve recovered, clean up that mess. Then you can clean the rest of the house, especially my room and don’t forget to do the dishes.”

169820-01
Picture: A girl sandwiched between two boys. Her arms are around the shoulders of both of them. She’s kissing one fully on the lips while the other waits his turn.

If just looking at a boy makes him hard, imagine what a kiss can do.

Cara boasted about her seeing boys’ willies. Her friends didn’t believe her.

“It’s really not that difficult,” she said. “Boys are kind of stupid. You can trick them into doing almost anything.”

“You’re making this up,” Patty said. “Little boys don’t count. Melissa and me saw boys make pee when we were in kindergarten. Every girl does that.”

“No, I mean big boys. I’ve seen big boys; our age and even older.”

“No way.”

“Way”

“Well prove it. Show us some pictures of you with boys and their things.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you the boys themselves.”

“What?”

“Get me a couple of boys and I’ll show you.”

“Well, there’s my brother Paul,” Patty suggested.

“And I have my brother, Mike,” Melissa offered, “I’d like to see him cut down to size.”

“How old are they?”

She got a 12 and 13 back respectively.

“You think you can handle them? After all, we’re only 11.” Patty chided.

Cara smirked back, “The bigger they are, the harder they get when I’m done with them.”

Cara met the boys the next day. She invited them to her backyard to play a “special game.”

“Here is how the game works,” she explained. “I’ll take turns kissing each of you. If you kiss me good enough and get me excited enough. I’ll take off my clothes. If I make you excited, then you have to take off your clothes. We’ll keep going until everyone is naked.”

The boys were all for it.

Cara played this game before, so she knew what to do. She suspected that the boys were virgin kissers and wouldn’t know what to do when they found her tongue probing around in their mouths.

She kissed Paul first. She could tell from his heavy breathing that she was getting to him. She could have French kissed him all the way to his defeat, but she decided that since she had two boys, she’d share the wealth and take her time teasing them. After a minute, she broke the kiss and looked at him. He had this dreamy look on his face.

“Hold that thought,” she said, looking down at the bulge in his pants.

Then she went to work on Mike. She knew from past experience with other boys that Paul would get excited just by watching the two of them kiss.

She went back and forth from boy to boy several times. Each time, the boy was more reluctant to break the kiss and eager to be kissed. She was getting them hooked.

It only took about a half dozen times with each boy to complete her task. It was time to move onto the next phase.

She looked down at each of the boy’s crotches and pointed at the bulge and the wet spot at the end of each one. “See, I win,” she announced. “Take them out.”

“What about you?”

“Well, if you keep kissing me, maybe you’ll get me excited too. I think seeing your things will help get me going.” It was a lie. She was loving every minute of it and was as wet in the crotch
as she normally got playing games like this with boys.

But unlike the boys, she didn’t have a penis that betrayed their feeling of excitement.

“Come on boys, a bet is a bet. Now if you want to see me naked, you’ll just have to work harder. Do we stop now and you go home with blue balls, or do we keep playing.”

The boys admitted that kissing her was fun. “We’ll play,” both of them said like a set of stereo speakers.

She was rewarded when the boys took them out of their pants for her to see. It did make her excited. It wasn’t seeing their penises that did it; she’d seen more and some bigger, it was their surrender that made her crotch tingle. “It’s all about the surrender,” she thought. “It’s not about controlling their cocks; it’s about controlling them.”

She probably could have stopped here and pressed on for her reward with her friends, but she wanted to play with her prey some more before devouring them.

“Now let’s get back to kissing,” she said.

Another round and the boys penises were dripping.

“You know what would really turn me on,” she said. “If you took your pants off completely. It must be uncomfortable having everything cooped up like that.”

The boys complied and they went through another round of kissing after which she convinced them to get completely naked. By this time, the boys were too far gone to deny any demand she made.

So one final round of kissing was in order. When she completed it, she said, “Look at you boys, so big, so hard, so wet. I bet you want to cum. Go ahead and do it. You know you want to. If you do, we can play this game again. Don’t you boys like kissing me?”

The boys just nodded and looked at each other.

“Don’t be shy,” she giggled, “I’m sure that big boys like you know what to do.” She smiled inwardly as she thought, “Blow sunshine up a boy’s ass and inflate his ego and he’ll do anything for you.”

Paul tentatively grabbed hold of his penis. Cara looked to Mike, “Are you man enough to do it?”

Being challenged like that Mike, too took hold of his organ.

“One more thing before you start,” Cara said. Then she turned towards the house and called, “Melissa, Patty, come out, come out, wherever you are.”

The girls pulled aside the curtains and opened the doors. The boys were shocked and tried to cover up.

“Too late for that now,” she said pointing to the surveillance camera. We got it all on video. Unless you want me to download it and post it you’ll let your sisters watch as well. After all, you were going to do it for me. You can do it for them. In fact, you’ll do it for any of us and all our friends whenever we ask.”

160827-01

Picture: a girl holding a book about sex education.

“I can’t believe that Ginny, you and I were raised by the same mother. Don’t you want Ali to turn out to be like us or do you want her to turn out like other girls?”

“I’m not so sure about this, Nancy” mom said.

“We’ve been through this before,” Aunt Nancy responded, “Ali is a mature girl. You complained when I gave her that anatomically correct boy doll and those books. Don’t stifle her growth.”

“I was OK with the books, they were only pictures. I was a bit concerned about how explicit they were at first, even showing older boys and boys with erections. And then there was that picture of a penis showing it actually ejaculating!”

My aunt replied, “It didn’t shock her and in fact, they’re still some of her favorite books. She seems no worse for the wear for reading them. That’s wrong with her knowing the facts of life?

Remember that time at Tara’s when she sat down and played the piano with Bobby and Ronnie? It was such a cute picture: her in her dress and the two boys totally naked sitting on either side of her?

She would have never been so confident with her naked boy cousins if it weren’t for books like that.”

Ginny blushed.

“And what’s wrong with a doll?” Nancy pressed on.

“The doll is a toy. I was afraid she’d get the wrong idea that boy’s bodies are something she can play with.”

“Boy bodies are meant to be played with by little girls. That’s why God, in her wisdom, put their boy parts on the outside where girls can get at them.

Would you rather she experiment for the first time with a boy from a position of ignorance? Now she knows what to expect and can do so from a position of power.

She doesn’t have to offer her nudity to see what a boy looks like. She already knows and can be in control of any such play.

She’s confident and no boy is going to be able to take advantage of her.”

“I suppose you’re right, but this isn’t just a book or a doll. We’re talking about not just looking at boys, not just touching boys, but actually playing with their penises as if they were toys.”

“I remember the first time you played with a boy ‘that way?’ You weren’t much older than Ali is now.”

“Yes, but. Well, Ali *is* a little girl. I’d feel a lot more comfortable about this if she were a couple of years older.”

“Girls grow up faster these days. You don’t want her to be left behind with her friends. She’s a special girl, and she deserves special gifts.”

Mom shook her head. I could tell Aunt Nancy won. “You’ve been right so far. I really don’t know why I’m so protective of Ali.”

“You put your finger on it before. Not only is she a little girl; she’s *your* little girl. You’re reluctant to admit that she’s growing up. Give her the tools to take what’s rightfully hers as a woman.”

My aunt called me a woman! No wonder why I like her.

Mom asked, “Tell me about the boys.”

“They’re all between 12 and 14 and have been through the training. Each one has been vetted by the group. They’ll be docile and cooperative. Not only that, but I’ve seen them. They’re cute. If I were 11 or 12, I’d go for them. And yes, we did check, they are all well-endowed and ‘fully functional’ if you know what I mean.”

Mom laughed, “Yes, I do know what you mean.”

“Then it’s settled. Ali gets the book. The boys attend her sleepover and all the girls have fun. To tell you the truth, I looked at the book too and the games look like fun. I know I’ll have a good time watching the girls play them.”

160904-02
Picture: A naked boy peeing in the back yard. A girl looks on.

Ginger was the new girl at school. She had moved in during the summer and within a couple of weeks established a small circle of friends, mainly Sarah, Amy and Emily.

Ginger wasn’t sure if they liked her for herself or her very handsome and very polite older brother Greg.

“So how does it feel to live with a hunk like Greg?” Sarah asked.

“It’s not too bad.” The girl replied.

“Not too bad? You make it sound like a chore.”

“Well, he is my brother. I see him every day. It’s such a bother taking care of him.”

“You make it sound like you’re babysitting him.”

“Well, in a way I am. Mom’s given me complete control over him. She says that I’m more mature than he is and it’s up to me to keep him out of trouble.”

“What do you mean when you say you’re in control of your older brother?” Sarah asked. “What kind of control?”

“Total control,” Ginger, replied. “I can make him do anything.”

“Yeah, sure. I bet you could even make him get naked and run out into your back yard.”

“If I asked him to do it, he would.”

“Sure,” Sarah said, “I’ll believe that when I see it.

“How about this afternoon right after school?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

“You’re on. Can I bring Amy and Emily along?”

“Why not? The more the merrier.”

The four girls met at the school exit and walked off towards Ginger’s house.

They were met at the door by the good-looking, 16-year-old boy.

Ginger made the introductions, “This is my brother, Gerald. These are my friends, Sarah, Amy and Emily.”

Gerald said hello and took their books and coats from them and put them neatly in hangars and on the floor of the closet.

“I’ll say this for him, Ginger, he’s polite and not hard on the eyes.” Emily remarked.

“Speaking of hard,” Amy said turning to Ginger, “Sarah says that he’ll do anything for you.”

“OK,” Ginger responded, “Greg, why don’t you go out to the backyard and make pee?”

The command was delivered with the same calmness as if she had asked him to get her a tissue.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” said Emily with surprise. “He calls you ma’am?”

“Yes, most of the time. Come watch with me.”

Greg proceeded to the back door where, without a word, he started to get undressed. Just how far would he go, the new girls wondered. He showed absolutely no slowing down when he got to his underwear and he calmly stepped out of his underpants to reveal a nice, semi-erect circumcised penis.

Sarah gasped and Amy and Emily just giggled. Greg opened the door and walked into the yard followed by his sister and the three girls.

“I … I can’t believe it,” a stunned Emily said, “He just got naked like that with the three of us watching and now he’s going outside, naked!”

“Well Sarah, this is what you wanted to see. Do you believe me now?”

Sarah just nodded as she looked at the naked boy’s ass as he selected a spot to pee.

He waited patiently until the girls gathered around to watch then started to do it.

Emily giggled, “The last time I saw a boy do that was in the first grade. He wasn’t nearly as big.”

Greg spent the rest of the afternoon, still naked, waiting on his sister and her new friends.

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