Green Street Boys Club Part II
By NAMB
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Copyright 2008 by NAMB, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part II

Spring 1985

The girls reassembled at the gazebo.

"Ohmigod!" Barbara said, using one of the girls' favorite expressions. "We just watched Donna's brother masturbate. I wonder what else we can make him do now that we have his magazines."

Helen said. "It's Saturday. We better go to confession."

"What do you mean?" Barbara asked.

"I mean we just committed a mortal sin."

Donna said, "No we didn't."

"What do you mean?" Helen asked back. "We saw his ... penis, and we made him ..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

"I mean what did we do? We didn't really do anything. Sister never said that looking at dirty magazines is a sin for girls. She was talking to the boys because it leads to masturbation. Masturbation is a sin for boys but not for girls."

"How do you figure that out?"

"Well it's simple. The reason masturbation is a sin for boys is because when Onan sinned and he spilled his seed on the ground, he was taking a baby away from God. It's kind of like abortion only before the fact.

If girl masturbates, nothing happens; it doesn't stop her from having a baby. In fact it keeps her from wanting to have sex with a boy. As long as you don't break the hymen and stay a virgin it can't be a sin."

"But we saw his ... penis and then we watched him do, you know."

"We watched him commit a sin. It's his problem. Not ours. He's the one who needs to go to confession. Besides, he's probably been doing it all week. Once you're going to hell, you're going to hell. One more sin ain't going to change that."

"But we made him do it. I mean, isn't making someone commit a sin the same as committing a sin yourself?"

"We didn't make him do anything. If he really wanted to be a good boy, he would come clean with my parents. Instead he decided to commit a sin. We just happened to be around to watch. He liked doing it. You saw."

Barbara supported her friend, "OK, so maybe we committed a venial sin. We'll say an Act of Contrition and we'll be OK. Really Helen, as girls there is nothing wrong with this. Besides if we can stop my cousin from giving the boys their magazines we'll be the ones preventing them from committing more sins."

Donna waded in with another argument, "It's not like we're having sex or anything like that. The boys aren't even going to touch us. They ain't even going to see us. We'll have our clothes on all the time." She then added with a chuckle, "and we'll make sure our skirts come down to the knee and our blouses cover everything."

"But," Helen started to say again.

"No more 'buts,'" Donna replied.

"How are we going to get Robert and the rest of the boys?"

Barbara said, "That depends on how Robert reacts to the fact that we have his magazines."

-=o=-

"Asher, don't forget to take out the garbage before you go to school," Mrs. Taylor yelled up the stairs. "I'm going now. You kids take care. Love you!"

"You too, mom," Asher yelled back down.

"Love you too, mom. Don't forget, I'm stopping off at Barbara's after school."

"As long as you're home in time for dinner."

"Sure thing, mom."

The door closed. Donna could hear her mother's car pull out of the driveway. She had to go on with her plan. If she backed down now, she'd lose all that the girls had gained over the weekend. But this was different. Then she had her friends to support her. Now she was alone. The shield of sisterhood was no longer protecting her.

She made up her mind. Putting on a brave face that belied the timidness that claimed the rest of her body, she got up and went to her brother's room next door.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hey!" her brother complained in a state beyond the normal agitation that this invasion of privacy would warrant.

"When you get done with your bed, I want you to do mine."

"What?"

"You heard me. From now on you're going to do my chores around here as well as yours."

"You're dreaming!"

"Yes, and what a dream it is! I can see it all now. Me standing in the living room showing mom the magazine. You with your head hung low. Dad getting his belt."

"OK, OK."

"Good, that gives me more time to fix my hair. A girl has to look good going to school. Call me when you're done. I'll inspect it to make sure you did a good job.

As Donna walked to the bathroom, she felt kind of funny. It wasn't much compared to what she and her friends made him do over the weekend, but she did it all by herself without the moral encouragement provided by the sisterhood. She would have really wanted to make him get naked and masturbate for her again, but she knew that she would have to establish her personal dominance over him one step at a time.

She smiled at herself in the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. "It's good to be a girl," she thought.

Suddenly, she could see her brother's reflection. He said, "I'm done with your bed."

"Go stand by it. I'll be by when I am done here." She had seen a TV program on boot camp, and the thought struck her: she was the drill sergeant complete with uniform (OK so in her case, it was a Holy Trinity School Girl's Uniform), and her brother was the terrified raw recruit.

Her brother stayed at the door and shifted uneasily on his feet. "I um, can you hurry it up. I have to ... you know."

Donna made it obvious that she was taking her time and then said, "I am queen of the bathroom. You'll need my permission to use it. I have first choice on getting in, and you'll have to get out no matter what you are doing if I want in."

Asher's legs were crossed by this time. "Please, sis! I got to go."

"If you ask nice, I'll consider it."

"I said, please!"

"That's not the nice part. Call me 'Miss Donna' and I'll consider it."

"Please, Miss Donna, can I go?"

"I like the sound of that. In fact, when you're alone with me and my friends you'll call all of us Miss."

"PLEASE, MISS DONNA!"

"OK, you can go."

"Aren't you getting out?"

"I don't think so. This is my bathroom. You're lucky that I let you use it."

"But ..."

Donna continued to brush her hair trying hard not to notice. "You can wait until I'm done. I think I have another ... oh 5 maybe 10 more minutes."

"But I got to go."

She gestured with her free hand, "There's the toilet. Go ahead. I won't stop you."

Asher was wearing his shorts and a T-shirt, so he had to pull down the shorts to get his penis out. It wasn't full nudity, but it was enough. Donna got a good look at his cute butt and snickered as she watched him prepare.

"The hell with acting cool," Donna thought, "I got to see this." She put down her brush, turned around, hitched herself up on the vanity and sat down to watch the show. She crossed her leg and pulled her skirt up over her knee.

Asher's penis was partly erected. He took it between two fingers and a thumb and stood there aiming it at the toilet.

"I thought you said you had to go," Donna said looking at his face. She could see how red it was. Asher was not looking back at her. He was looking down. She wondered if all boys watched themselves do it.

"It's kind of hard to do it with someone watching. I mean it's tough doing it with other boys looking."

"It's tough?" Donna thought. "Do all boys watch each other pee?" The picture in her mind of a bunch of boys standing around, penises hanging out waiting to pee made her giggle.

After a while, there was a little tinkle. Then a few more drops. Then a small stream, Finally there was a full-fledged flow that didn't stop for at least a minute.

Asher gave it a couple of shakes and a few last drops flew off. Some of them hit the rim. He went to put his penis back in his pants.

"Leave it out! Clean that mess up! Get some toilet paper and wipe it up."

She watched as her brother knelt down before the toilet and wiped at it with the tissue."

"No get up and wash your hands!" She felt like she was ordering a toddler around. "OK, now you can pull up your pants. You're dismissed!"

As her brother went to his room to get dressed, she got off the vanity, put down the toilet lid and sat down with her head between her legs. She had to catch her breath. She almost felt sick. She was overwhelmed by the power she just exercised over her brother. This was still relatively low end stuff and she wondered how far she could take it.

After a couple of minutes she got up. She passed by her brother's room and pushed the door open. He was standing there in his underwear buttoning his shirt. "Time for inspection!" He looked at her blankly. "My bed," she reminded him.

Asher followed his sister into her room. "Stand right here," she commanded, pointing to an area at the foot of her bed. "Stand at attention." She thought better of this picture. In the future, she would have him stand there naked.

Donna looked at the bed. There wasn't anything wrong with it. Asher actually did a good job, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "Get over here. Smooth out that wrinkle. Move that pillow to the left a little. Pull the blanket tight."

Donna had him stand at attention again. "OK, this will be your routine every school morning. You will ask my permission to use the bathroom. I get fist dibs on the bathroom. You will make my bed while I am in the bathroom, and stand at attention with no clothes on waiting for me until I get out and do my inspection. Then you can go about your business."

She let him stand there at attention for about one more minute, then said, "Dismissed!"

The two of them said no more words. Asher left early. Donna waited a couple more minutes and then walked to Helen's house so the two of them could walk to school together. Barbara lived in a different direction and Donna regretted that fact today.

Asher's plan was to get to school early so as to avoid Robert. He knew that Robert would be waiting for him after school and even if he did manage to give him the slip then, he'd still have to face him eventually. He needed more time to come up with a plan.

He spent most of the day in classes, skipped lunch so he could hide in the library, and didn't even want to wander outside the building. To his misfortune, the grade school and middle school were in separate buildings but shared a campus. They got double duty out of sports facilities, auditoriums, and a kitchen. This meant that any time he was outside, it was possible that not only Robert would see him, but the girls might also see him and at the moment, he feared them more than Robert.

-=o=-

Helen and Donna caught up with Barbara at the schoolyard.

Helen grabbed Barbara, "Donna's been busting at the seams to tell us something ever since we left my house."

"So what is it, girl? Tell us!"

"It's Asher. You ain't," she dropped her voice so low the two other girls could hardly hear her, "fucking," her voice returned to normal, "gonna believe this." Helen blushed and made the sign of the cross to wipe out her friend's venial sin, but Barbara leaned in closer.

Donna told the two girls the whole story from having her brother make her bed for her to having him make pee for her.

"And he actually stood there at attention without any clothes on?" Helen asked when it was over.

"Well not yet. But tomorrow morning he will."

Barbara laughed, "And you're NOT inviting us to a sleepover?"

Barbara recovered enough to ask, "Do you think he'll do it? Do you think your brother will tell Robert we have the magazines?"

"I think so. My brother can be a real pest at times, but deep down he's a good guy. If he says that he'll do something, he'll do it unless he forgets. Mom's always after him for forgetting the trash, but I don't think he can forget this."

Helen asked, "So what are we going to do if your brother doesn't tell Robert?"

Barbara replied, "That's not the question we have to worry about. What are we going to do if he DOES tell Robert we have the magazines."

The two other girls looked at Barbara. As the eldest of the Holy Trinity, she was sort of their leader and they looked to her for a plan. "Look, we got lucky with your brother. He's scared of your folks. Robert is different. My aunt has a hard time with him and he rarely listens to her. There's just too much of my uncle in him. I don't think that a simple threat is going to get him to cooperate."

"Then maybe we have to follow through on the threat," Donna offered.

"But that would ruin it for us. The game will be up." Barbara said.

"Up as far as Robert is concerned, but we'll still have one more magazine and we still have my brother. With Robert out of the picture, he'll be the ringleader and we control him. If he sees we're serious with Robert, then he wouldn't dare go against us."

Just then a bell rang, summoning the girls to class.

-=o=-

School ended and Asher was still no wiser on what to tell Robert. He remembered his sister's threat that she would tell their parents if he didn't tell Robert. Completely cornered and out of ideas, he decided on a drastic course of action: he'd tell Robert the truth.

Robert was waiting for him in his usual spot after school talking with Carl and Steve. Even though they didn't have a magazine to return they still wanted to be seen with "Big Bad Rob." Their peers could not believe that they hung out with him and were envious.

"Asher!" Robert said in greeting. "How's it hangin'?"

"OK, I guess," was the response.

"Steve and Carl say they have a couple of boys might want to join our club."

"That's nice" Asher responded without too much enthusiasm.

"I told them that they better be better wankers than when they joined. They tell me that they think they're over the dry cums. I told them no free magazines unless they bring me a couple of little squirters."

Asher had nothing to say.

"Speaking of magazines, you got the magazines?"

Asher looked at the two younger boys and back to Robert. "Um, can we talk, private like?"

Robert snapped his fingers at the younger duo and jerked his thumb. "Guys, buzz off. Asher and me got business to discuss."

Asher waited until the boys were out of earshot and waded right in, "I don't have them Robert?"

"Where are they?"

"The girls have them."

"Girls? What girls?"

"My sister. And her two friends, Helen and Barbara."

"Barbara? You mean my Cousin No-Tits Barbara?"

Asher thought, "You haven't seen her in a while, have you?" but said, "Yeah, her."

"How'd they get hold of them? Are you sure they got them."

"Yeah, I seen them. They showed them to me. I don't know how they got a hold of them."

They two boys stood there in silence for awhile until Asher said, "There's more."

"What?"

"They're on to us. They know all about what we do on Friday and the magazines and everything. They even know about Carl and Steve. I don't know how, but somehow they found out."

"No way!"

"Way. They told me. I heard it with my own ears."

"Do you think those little finks ratted on us?"

"Steve and Carl? No way. First of all, what's in it for them? I mean they're having just as much fun as I am. Would they be willing to help you get new boys if they wanted to end the club or something? Besides, none of them know my sister or any of the other girls. You don't just walk up to a strange girl and tell her, 'I belong to a circle jerk club.' Naw, they're too afraid to even tell each other."

Robert snorted, "So what do the girls want?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me. All they told me is that I had to tell you that they had the magazines and that if you wanted them back, you had to talk to Barbara otherwise they'll tell your mom."

"That bitch!" Robert complained. "Don't worry about it. She just a fuckin' little bitch cunt. She's been wanting to bust my chops forever. She's just a little girl who doesn't know who she's messing with. She won't do anything."

Asher walked away from Robert. In the distance he noticed the Holy Trinity. He hesitated, they stopped. It was apparent they were going to wait for him. He gave in and approached them. They surrounded him.

"So did you tell him?" Donna asked.

"Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Did you tell him that we were going to tell his mom?"

"Yes."

"And he still said nothing?"

"Yes."

"What is he going to do?"

Even though the girls had the goods on him, Asher was getting sufficiently annoyed with the cross-examination to reply crossly, "I don't know. What am I? A mind reader? Don't ask me, ask him!"

His sister smiled meekly at him, "OK, OK. I'm sorry. Perhaps you're right. Maybe we should ask him."

He stood there for a while and then she said, "Thank you."

"Are you done with me?" he asked still vexed.

"Yes."

"Well then say it! Why don't you just say, 'dismissed!'"

It was Donna's turn to get angry, "DISMISSED!" she shouted.

Passers-by looked at the group but were none the wiser.

As Asher stormed off, Barbara turned to Donna, "Well, I guess that little episode with you this morning really got to him."

Donna, still steaming said, "Well maybe it's for his own good. His attitude needs a little trimming and I'm just the girl to do it."

"You go girl!" Barbara said. "Come on. Let's go to my house. I have a phone call to make."

The girls made their way to Barbara's house. Unlike the other girls, Barbara had her own phone extension, so the possibility of someone snooping in on her on an extension was not a factor. She was limited to local calls only, but these were unlimited and didn't show up on her bill, so her parents had no idea who she talked with. It was a win-win situation. She got her own phone for her birthday, and her parents got their own phone line back.

The girls assembled in Barbara's room. Barbara bit her lower lip, picked up the phone and dialed Robert's number. Helen and Donna could hear the buzzing indicating the other end of the line was ringing. It stopped, and Barbara mouthed, "It's him!"

"Hello, Robert? This is Barbara."

The other girls nearly bumped heads as they crowded around Barbara to get an ear close to the earpiece.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"I don't think it's about what I want. It's about what you want."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have something you want: a couple of magazines."

"What magazines?"

"You know darn well what magazines. Don't play dumb with me. We know all about you and your club."

Robert gave up that tack and tried another. "How did you get hold of them?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

"OK, keep the magazines. I don't give a shit."

"Oh, we'll keep the magazines alright, and we'll use them as evidence against you when we talk to your mom about them."

"You wouldn't."

"Would you like to try me?"

"OK, I'll give you 20 bucks for the magazines."

"No deal."

"50! That's as high as I'll go."

"We don't want your money."

"You keep saying, 'we.' Who's we?"

"You don't need to know."

"Well I do know. It's Dinky Donna Taylor and Snotty Scotty. I don't know why you hang out with those little cunts."

"Speaking of hanging out with little kids," Barbara said, ignoring the insult, "what about Carl Elliot and Steve Miller? Do you like hanging out with little grade-school boys whose penises are the same size as yours."

Robert sounded angry, "My dick ...," he started, but then continued, "How did you know about them?"

"Never mind that. We do know and that's all that counts."

"Go ahead and blab. Who's going to believe you?"

"Your mom. After we show her the magazines."

"You're just a scared little cunt. You won't do it. I don't have to worry about you." He clicked off the phone.

The three girls sat there in silence.

"Now what do we do?" Helen asked as Barbara sat dumfounded starting at the receiver.

"I guess we'll have to carry out our threat." Barbara replied once she recovered. She was sufficiently angry at being hung up on to bring down her cousin at any cost.

"How are we going to do that?" Donna asked.

"We tell my aunt the truth."

"What?!" both girls asked in unison.

"I didn't say we had to tell her the whole truth. We just need to tell her the part about us finding Robert's magazines. But first we have to get our story straight. Donna, I'm going to have to use your name."

"I ... I'm not so sure I want to be involved."

"Look, you're the one who found the magazines. I can make it look like you're the victim. I know my aunt. She's a very smart person. She and my mom are very close. Both of them had 'the talk' with me about sex. My aunt told me that if I had any questions and I felt too ashamed to ask mom, I could ask her and she'd keep it a secret. Mom agreed to this. So she's safe. The only one who's gonna get in trouble over this is Robert."

Donna looked at her friend and just nodded.

Barbara turned to Helen, "What about you? Are you in on this? We girls have to be united."

"What do I have to do?"

"Nothing really; just confirm things I tell my aunt and play along."

"OK."

Barbara picked up her address book, looked up a number, put the phone to her ear and started dialing.

"What are you doing?" Donna asked.

"Calling my aunt at work. I got to do this before I chicken out."

This time the other girls sat back. They could see Barbara's eyes move back and forth anxiously awaiting an answer. "Oh, hello," she said, "This is Barbara Brown. Can I speak to Nancy Brown please?"

"Hello Aunt Nancy, this is Barbara." ... "Yes, I'm fine." ... "Um, actually everything isn't fine. No emergency, but there is something I need to talk to you about Robert." ... "I really can't talk about it over the phone, but it's something my friends and I found out about him and we need to keep it strictly confidential." ... "Tomorrow? 3 PM? Yeah sure, I think we can make it." ... "Donna Taylor and Helen Scott." ... "Yes, they were at my last birthday party. I'm sure you'll recognize them when you see them." ... "OK, we'll see you then. Love you too!"

Barbara hung up.

"My aunt will meet us at Roxy's tomorrow after school at 3."

Donna and Helen went home.

Arriving at home, Donna noticed that her brother wasn't there yet. She wondered if he was trying to avoid her. He arrived just before dinner and even hung out downstairs until their mom suggested he go upstairs and do his homework. Donna just smiled to herself. There was nothing she could do with her parents there. She attended to her homework content in the knowledge that she would have plenty of time with her brother in the morning.

Their mom noticed it at breakfast. "What's the matter with you, Ash? You've hardly touched your breakfast."

"Oh nothing, mom. I'm just not hungry."

"Well, clean up your mess. You better get a move on so you won't be late for school." She departed soon after that.

"You better get a move on," Donna mocked, "My bed needs making by a naked brother. I'm on my way to the bathroom to make myself presentable."

Donna spent minimal time on her personal appearance she gave her brother just enough time to make her bed before walking into her room. There her brother was standing at the foot of her freshly-made bed. What was better was that he was naked as ordered.

However, he was not erect and Donna brought that fact to his attention. "Ash, you're soft and small. Is that anyway to show your sister how much you respect me? Get it hard. You can touch it if you have to."

Donna giggled as she watched her brother reach down and stroke his penis. "When I tell you I want you standing at attention, I want all of you standing at attention. Do you understand?"

Asher nodded and mumbled something.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"I said, yes."

"Yes, WHAT?"

"Yes, Miss Donna."

"Say it louder. I can't hear you."

"Yes, Miss Donna," came the response a lot stronger and with annoyance this time.

"Don't sass back to me," Donna said, "or ..."

"Or WHAT?"

"Or you'll wind up getting that butt of yours spanked and don't tell me I can't do it unless you want mom and pop also involved. Now say it with respect this time!"

"Yes, Miss Donna," the masturbating boy answered his sister in an even tone.

"That's better. Now don't get carried away and cum. We don't have time clean up that mess. Besides I want you to save that for when Barbara and Helen can watch."

Asher stopped stroking. His penis was agreeably hard pointing straight at her. She smiled and said, "That's a good boy. Now I'll inspect my bed to see if you did it right." She took her time doing this. When she got back to her brother, he was still hard.

"Good job," she said, "You can use the bathroom now if you want. Leave the door open." Then remembering his most recent sassiness and his sarcasm yesterday in front of her friends she snapped her fingers in front of his face, "DISMISSED," she nearly barked.

Asher clenched his teeth, but marched off nonetheless. Donna, having nothing more to do since her brother did her chores, sat in her room reading a magazine. When she heard the shower, she decided that she would have something more interesting to look at. She walked into the bathroom, put the seat down on the toilet and watched her brother shower. He didn't see her at first, and was surprised when he turned and found her right there looking at him.

She got up when he was done and stood at the door to give him more room to dry off and get dressed. By the time he got his pants on, she said, "Oh well, show's over. I think I'll meet Helen and go to school now."

People on the street might had wondered what the two girls were whispering and giggling about, but the girls were careful so nobody else could hear.

The girls struggled through their classes that day, wondering how the meeting with Barbara's Aunt Nancy would go. Every time they managed to meet with a few spare moments they would whisper and giggle.

Roxy's was a restaurant near the school where Barbara's Aunt Nancy went on Friday evenings with her co-workers. The girls noticed her car pulling into the parking lot as they arrived. Barbara rushed to hug her aunt. She broke off her embrace and introduced her friends, "This is Helen and Donna."

"Hi girls, it's nice to meet you. I do remember you from Barbara's birthday party. Come on, let's get inside."

It was obvious to the girls that Aunt Nancy was a regular here. One of the waitresses came up to her and said, "Hi Nancy, in a little early? This is a much younger crowd than you normally hang out with."

"Hi Claire, This is my niece, Barbara, and her two friends: Helen and Donna. Can we just have a couple of drinks and a nice quiet booth in the corner? We have some serious 'Girl Talk' to do and need some privacy."

"Sure thing. Pick any booth you want. What will you have?"

Claire took their orders. Aunt Nancy and the girls made their way to a booth in the corner. At this hour, the restaurant was empty.

Claire came with their orders and left. Aunt Nancy opened the conversation, "So tell me about this big dark secret you girls have about Robert." She attempted to be a little bit lighthearted to take some of the tenseness out of the conversation.

Barbara said, "I'll show you," as she reached into her book bag and got out the magazine.

Nancy took it and looked at it. She leafed through it quickly with a look of disgust on her face. "Where did you get this."

"I got it from my brother," Donna said, and then added, "He says he got it from Robert."

"How did you get it?" Aunt Nancy asked.

Donna started to stutter, but Barbara intercepted for her, "Aunt Nancy, we can't tell you that. Please trust us. This is very difficult as it is. Let's just say that Donna or Helen or I didn't do anything wrong."

"I suppose you girls are right. If I want free and open communication on this, I'm going to have to trust you. I am sure that however you got hold of this magazine is on the up and up. I won't ask more questions than I have to. Tell me what you feel you can tell me, but it will do you a lot of good to tell me as much as you can. You girls are doing a very brave thing coming to me with this information."

"There's more, Mrs. Brown." Donna volunteered.

"Please, call me 'Aunt Nancy.' If you're good enough friends to be in this with my niece, then I can think of you as her sisters."

"OK, Aunt Nancy," Donna said, adopting her new aunt, "My brother tells me that Robert rents magazines like this to other boys and that sometimes they get together and they ...," here she faltered off.

"They do what, dear?"

Barbara rushed once again to her friend's aid. She said in an almost inaudible whisper, "They take out their penises and they – well, you know!"

Aunt Nancy sat up straight, "I think I do know!"

After a moment's silence she said, "I know I promised you girls that I wouldn't ask any questions. But do you have any idea who these boys are?"

"Well, there's my brother. And then there's two other boys, Carl Elliot and Steve Miller."

"I know these boys! They're nice boys, or at least they used to be until they met my Robert!"

"I'm pretty sure about it. My brother saw them do it." Donna said, and then she covered her mouth thinking she said too much.

Aunt Nancy smiled, "It's OK, dear. Your secrets are safe with me. That goes for all of you girls."

The statement answered one of Aunt Nancy's unasked questions. The girls didn't actually see the boys do it. They were probably still all innocent.

"Tell me anything you want. I won't share it with anyone unless you tell me I can. But I think I have to talk to these boys' mothers."

"Does that include my mom?" Donna asked.

"Yes, dear. This is for your brother's own good. I won't tell her how I found out. She'll think I found out from Robert, but I think it would be better if she knew it came from you. The truth won't hurt here. In fact it will help."

"Look, what Robert is doing to these other boys is abuse. They might not think so, but it is ruining their prospects of developing proper respect for women. Robert needs to be stopped, and the boys need to be protected. I can only hope that too much damage hasn't been done already.

Trust me on this. Your mom and the other moms will concentrate on the problem and not you. You girls are innocent bystanders. Nobody is going to take it out on you."

The girls looked worried, but said nothing. So Aunt Nancy went on, "You are very mature girls. You proved that by coming to me with this. I'm sure I can convince the other moms to treat you as adults. They'll be very interested in what you have to say about what their sons are doing. I'll clear the way for you. I'll get them to give you the same promises I gave you. You won't have to answer any questions unless you want to. But I think it would do everybody a lot of good if you told us everything."

This was not what Barbara and the other girls expected. Barbara merely expected to get her cousin in trouble and use him as an example of what would happen to Asher if he didn't obey Donna, Helen and her. They lost control. Aunt Nancy was in charge now.

"OK, Aunt Nancy," Barbara said slowly. The other girls remained silent.

Aunt Nancy said, "Come on. I'll give you girls a ride home."

Donna was quick to say, "Helen and I will walk. Thank you anyway."

On the way home Donna said, "I don't think this is what was supposed to happen. Suppose Aunt Helen pulls the plug on the whole thing? Suppose they find out everything and that we still have another magazine?"

Helen said, "How are they going to find out unless we tell them? I don't know. I'd really like to see Asher do it again."

"Well, if Aunt Helen has her way, we might be out of business in a couple of days. If you want, you can come home with me, but Asher doesn't get in until mom gets home. We won't be able to do much."

"No," Helen said dejectedly, "I'll go home and do my homework. It was good while it lasted."

"Don't give up yet. This might turn out OK after all."

-=o=-

"I know I gave you some details on the phone," Nancy Brown said as she served coffee to her guests, "but I think the sensitive nature of this problem warrants that we talk about it in person. Let me do the introductions."

"This is Betty Taylor, she's Asher's and Donna's mom.

Next to her is Caroline Elliot; she's Carl's mom and a specialist in adolescent psychology. I asked her to join the group to explain a number of things we talked about on the phone.

Anne is Steve Miller's mom. She also has a 10-year-old daughter Cindy, who is not involved.

Wendy Scott is Helen's mom.

And Gloria here is my sister-in-law and Barbara's mom.

I'm Nancy Brown and it's my son who is causing all this trouble. I feel that it's my duty to help set things right.

Now that we all know who's who, we can get down to business."

Nancy brought out the magazine. "Barbara, Donna, and Helen came across this magazine in Asher's possession. How they got it is not a topic for discussion. The girls are showing a great deal of courage coming to me with this and I promised them 'immunity' if they would tell us what they know." Nodding to the girls' mothers she said, "You moms can be proud of your daughters."

"According to the girls, Robert, my son, is renting out magazines like this to other boys. I have since confirmed that he has a stash of them in the toolbox in the garage."

Nancy handed the magazine to her sister-in-law and invited her to pass it on so the other women can inspect it. None of them seemed to do so with great joy and there were some disgusted looks in the room.

Wendy murmured, "I can't believe Helen saw this. What kind of effect will it have on her?"

Caroline assured her, "I don't think any great damage was done. I'll address this issue later."

Nancy let the women look at the magazine a while and said, "This is the kind of filth our sons are looking at. Caroline would you care to comment on this?"

"I took in everything that Nancy told me, and I really need to talk with the girls and eventually the boys to make sure I can get as many facts as possible. This situation may have the potential to turn into something more serious, but if what Nancy said is correct, it's still in its early stages and there are things we can do to mitigate it. In all of my years practicing adolescent psychology I've seen situations like this a couple of times and some of them were a lot worse."

"I can't believe my son is involved in something like this," Anne Miller said, "And what about my Cindy? She only 10 and if he's some sort of pervert ..."

"You and me both," Gloria said cutting her neighbor off, "I have a son and a daughter involved in this too."

"Ladies," Caroline said to restore order, "Don't worry about it just yet. The nature of this type of magazine means that the boys look at women and girls as sex objects and diminishes their respect for them, but it seldom leads to overt action, unless the boys have other aggressive tendencies.

Let's not make more out of this than the facts provide. What we have here is a bunch of horny pre-teen boys who need to have their activities and attitudes guided.

I think Cindy and Donna are safe ... physically. But for both your daughters' sake and your sons' sake, the boys' attitudes towards females needs to be changed."

"I know what you mean," Betty said, "Asher never treats Donna with any respect. At first I thought it was simple sibling squabbling, but now that you mention it, he does seem to pick on her because she's a girl."

"It's that way around our house too," Anne confirmed.

"I'm glad that Helen doesn't have a boy like that living in the house with her," Wendy said.

"You're not out of the woods yet," Caroline said, "Helen spends time with Barbara and Donna. She sees the way their brother or cousin treats them. It makes an impression on her. She needs to develop self-respect just as much as the other girls do. These girls need male role models that are not threatening and demeaning to them."

Betty nodded, "I know Donna could use a little boost to her self-esteem. What do we do about this?"

"What about the boys?" Anne asked. "As a mom who has a son involved in this, I'd like to know what to do with him."

"Nancy and I already had this discussion. I guess it's time to propose the plan."

Caroline stood and took a deep breath, "I'm going to ask your indulgence ladies and hear me out to the very end. What I am going to propose is radical therapy. Some of it may upset you. Please don't interrupt until the end. It won't make complete sense until you know how everything fits together. Can I get your promises on this?"

"I'm in!" Nancy said raising her hand immediately to encourage the others. She shot a look at her sister-in-law who smiled and raised her hand too.

One by one, hands went up.

Caroline sighed with relief, "Good! We are all going to have to agree on this or it won't work.

Your sons and your daughters are going to be involved. I will provide therapy sessions free of charge. Not that they will need them, but as a preventative measure to coach and guide them through the experience. We have here an opportunity to take a bad situation and turn it into a positive one."

"I'll hold sessions with the girls alone, the boys alone, everyone involved individually and then as a whole group to wrap it up."

"The girls will be easier to deal with." Here Caroline turned to Susan Miller. "I know that Cindy is not involved at this point, but she is going to find out, and I think it would be good for her to be included."

Susan nodded, "That's OK. If you think it would do her some good."

"It will." Caroline confirmed.

"The girls have already been exposed to the magazines. They know that the boys are masturbating and they have had a weakening of their self esteem by seeing how the boys think about women and girls.

We are going to have to reverse that. Control of the situation has to be shifted from the boys to the girls. Masturbation and sex is something that the boys will have to do for the girls' benefit instead of at the girls' expense."

"You're not telling us that you want our daughters to see the boys masturbate?" Anne asked.

"That is precisely what I am recommending. They already know about it and they are speculating on it. They will come up with erroneous ideas about what is really happening if we don't guide them. Don't worry. The girls will be in total control, and no harm will come to them."

Caroline let that soak in for a while. The body language of the women told her that while they were uncomfortable with the idea, they were accepting it.

"But what about the boys? Wouldn't this harm them?" Anne asked again.

Caroline responded, "Not at all, but for the boys, a stronger approach is needed. It is clear that they feel superior to females since they think they are entitled to look at them in such degrading poses. We are going to have to work hard to reverse this attitude."

It all starts with the boys' attachment to their penises. They think that possessing this organ makes them something special. The very fact that they masturbate in each other's presence confirms this fact. There is a group dynamic here where the behavior of one of them reinforces the behavior of them all.

For example, if one boy jerks off, it's OK for the other boys to jerk off. If one of them gets off on reading pornographic literature, then the rest of them feel it's OK too. In fact there is enough peer pressure here that if the boy doesn't jerk off or look at the magazines, there is something wrong with him. What we need to do is break this circle of reinforcement.

What I am proposing is to alter their opinion of their penises as the all-powerful organ and to put it in proper perspective for them. They will have to come to learn that there is nothing special about a penis, and that it is common place. We will have to strip them not only of their clothes, but of their modesty.

They need to come to see the penis for what it is: exposed and vulnerable and a liability rather than an asset. Only then can they think outside of their own bodies and consider other people, regardless of gender.

Furthermore, to make the lesson effective, we need to make this point forcefully. I propose that we use the equivalent of 'shock therapy on them." Caroline was quick to add in response to the stirring in the room, "No, I am NOT going to harm your sons either psychologically or physically."

"We have the opportunity to use the psychological equivalent of a military sneak attack. The boys do not know that we are on to them. We have the element of surprise on our side. If we confront them suddenly, and in the right way, it will startle them out of their conceived notion of invulnerability and make them easier to deal with.

We need to smash through their barrier of modesty quickly and decisively. It's sort of like pulling off a band aid; you can pull it off slowly and painfully, or you can yank it off and get it over with all at once."

"What are you going to do?" Betty asked.

"Well, Nancy and I have worked out a plan ..."

-=o=-

It was Friday afternoon, and the Green Street Boys Club was again in session with happily masturbating boys flipping through their magazines.

"You see, nothing happened," Robert said. "I told you my cousin was a big bag of wind. She doesn't have the balls to carry out on her threat."

"Um, Robert, she's a girl. She doesn't have balls," Asher laughed. Maybe he could get free from his sister's domination after all. If Barbara, who seemed to be the bravest of the Holy Trinity, couldn't pull off her threat, then surely Donna would fold if he confronted her.

Robert looked at Steve and Carl. "Let that be a lesson to you boys. Girls talk a lot, but they don't do anything. Let's seal our victory over the girls with a good cum."

The boys responded by flailing even more vigorously on their already erected penises.

Robert said, "Sorry Asher, you can look, but you can't touch. I ain't gonna let you take any more magazines home until you pay for the ones that you lost."

"Sure thing," Asher agreed looking for a new magazine.

"Flip to the back," Robert teased, "That's the part where they usually put the articles on women beating on men."

"I don't want to be beaten," Asher insisted.

"OK, then why does your cock get so big every time you look at those pictures and read the stories."

"Fuck off!" Asher said half-jokingly and half-annoyed.

Nonetheless, he leafed through the pages of his magazine unabashedly looking in the female domination section. He didn't care. Robert already guessed it. Steve and Carl were too much into their own fantasies to even notice.

The three boys were really into jerking off to their favorite fantasies stroking feverously, striving for their first cum of the day.

The lights went out. Everything was plunged into total darkness. There was a noise in the garage, and the door to the playroom opened. Light flooded in from outside. The boys could see silhouettes of a number of people. The lights went back on.

"Mom!" Robert said.

"Omygod, it's Donna," Asher said.

The girls streamed in. Soon the room was filled by each of the boys' and girls' moms along with the wide-eyed girls.

At first the boys were rooted where they sat, too frozen to even remove their hands from their penises. Then Steve made a break for his clothes. "Steve Miller, stop this instant," his mother said.

"That goes for all of you," Caroline said. "Each boy is to stay exactly where he is and NOT cover up. Robert you get undressed too."

Robert looked to his mom. "You heard the lady, get undressed. This party is busted or let's just say it's under new management."

Caroline picked up a magazine and leafed through it. "We know all about you boys and what you are doing. There' nothing wrong with young boys wanting to masturbate. It's perfectly natural. What is wrong with it is what you masturbate to. From now on, the magazines are off limits. They degrade women and they teach a lack of respect for the female gender. Also, they lead to excessive masturbation.

We will now control both of them. From now on, you will still meet here every Friday afternoon. The only thing is that your club is now in control of us women. This includes the girls. They will now have a say in how the club is run, and what you boys will do.

They will keep an eye on you for us. They have the right to determine if you have behaved well enough during the week to earn a jerk off.

If you are very good boys and obey the girls, they are authorized to allow you to masturbate at other times. You must go to one of these girls and ask permission. She will decide if you can do it.

Also, you must masturbate if any of the girls tells you to.

I've talked with the girls. I've encouraged them to do random checks to see if you have been masturbating without permission. We're going to have you ejaculate over and over again today, so the girls can see how the quantity of sperm decreases with each ejaculation. They will come to know what is normal for you and if you don't produce the required amount during a 'pop' inspection, they'll know you've cheated, so you boys better save it all up for them.

If a girl catches you cheating, she'll tell your mom, and your mom can authorize her to punish you.

In fact, each meeting will start with a group confession where you boys will be required to admit your transgressions to the girls. This will be followed by penance where you boys will either be punished or required to do some service.

Finally, once a month we will have a sleepover. Your moms and I have come up with a series of activities for you and the girls to do together. They will be very instructional for you and very entertaining for the girls.

You boys will come to learn that having a penis does not grant you any special privileges. Your lack of modesty before the girls is necessary for you to learn this lesson."