Make a Boy Hard and He Will Like You 9

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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In part eight, the girls took control over the boys circle jerk club and tamed them into totally docile and obedient slaves to them. The challenged the boys under pain of chastity to recruit more boys for them to play with.

Make a Boy Hard
Part 9
More Boys

Wednesday the four sex slaves brought four other boys. Pete brought his younger brother Larry, and Ken invited a couple of his “friends,” Mickey and David. He “lent” David to Billy who could not find someone else to bring. (It was understood that Tommy and Billy didn’t count for each other). Tommy bought Jimmy, a boy in his class.

The girls looked the boys over speculating on what they had between their legs. They didn’t have to speculate long.

Barbara took the lead. “Hello boys, what did our boys tell you about what’s going to go on here today?”

None of the boys said anything, so she asked, “Mickey what did Ken tell you about our club?”

“Well, he didn’t say it was a club. He said that he knew some girls that know how to make guys feel good. He didn’t tell me that they were a bunch of kids.”

“I’ll let that insult go by for now since you don’t know any better. We might look like kids to you and we may be younger than you, but we know more about penises and how to make them feel good than most boys – even boys older than you – will ever know.”

“So, you gonna let us see you girls?”

Barbara spread her arms apart. “Look all you want.”

“I mean without clothes on.”

“Nope.”

“That’s not fair. You get to see us.”

“It’s not about being fair. It’s about whether you boys want to get it off. You boys want sex. We girls can provide it. Girls rule!”

“I can do that myself without no girl helping me.”

“You can leave, but then you won’t know what you’re missing. The boy who brought you won’t get off either. He’ll have to stay here and watch as the other boys have fun.”

Since Ken brought Mickey, he was distraught at this news, “Do it man. She’s not kidding. You’ll like it. I thought it was a lot of crap until I tried it. Trust me on this one.”

The girls were pleased with how well the boys were sticking up for them. They were betraying their fellow gender-mates and making the girls’ job easier.

Mickey still complained, “It ain’t right. Girls should be naked in front of boys, not the other way around.”

Barbara laughed, “We’re good, but we’re not that good. We can’t do it through your clothes. If you want to have fun, you’ll have to take them off, and that’s all that’s to it.”

“Come on, Mickey,” Ken pleaded, “The rest of us guys are in it. Right?” He stared hard at the other boys. Billy, Tommy and Pete nodded vigorously. Their votes really didn’t count in the girls’ minds since they were already converts, but their assent gave enough moral support to the remaining boys to nod too.

Barbara turned her attention back to Mickey, “See, they’re man enough to do it. Are you going to be the only little boy in the bunch? Maybe that’s it. You are a little boy down there where it counts and you don’t want anyone to see it.”

“I’m not a little boy. OK, I’ll do it. Only if everyone else does it too. You’re not going to tell anyone are you?”

Barbara nodded, “It will be a secret. Only us members in the club will know about it.”

The three girls were now the proud owners of eight penises between them. Soon they had all eight of them naked with hands bound behind their backs.

“We’ll do the old boys first, so you new boys can see what you’re in for.”

Normally the girls liked to linger over the task of masturbating the boys, but with so many penises to do there wasn’t enough time to do them all properly. They got them quickly erected and dripping.

“Ewe, yuck. She’s making him lick his stuff off the ball. You’re not going to make us do that, are you?”

Kelly laughed, “It’s all part of the process. You either do it or you don’t get done.”

Billy who was watching the girls masturbate the other boys said, “You might as well do it. They will drive you insane with anticipation but won’t let you cum. You can’t fight it. I know I tried. You’re going to lose, so just go along with it.”

The girls enjoyed playing with the boys, and after some reluctance the new the boys were more than willing to be played with. The girls could clearly see that masturbation of this type was addictive.

It only took a couple more sessions with the new boys to have them totally dependent on the girls and their rubber balls. It was time to up the stakes.

“One more thing, boys,” Kelley announced, “We don’t have to limit our play to just here. If any of us girls comes up to any of you boys at anytime, anywhere and wants to see your penis, you have to show it to her.”

“Anywhere?” Pete asked.

“Anywhere! And it doesn’t matter who’s with her. If she has a friend with her, you’ll have to show her too.”

“Wait a minute,” Mickey objected. “You told us that only members of the club could see us.”

Kelley responded, “That’s true. But us girls are in charge of the club and we decide who’s a member and who isn’t.”

“That’s not fair!”

“OK, you don’t have to show your penis if you don’t want to. But we girls don’t have to play with you if we don’t want to.” The girls were confident that the boys would not fight them on this issue. They were too much under the girls’ control to put up any serious resistance.

Naturally, the girls weren’t going to ruin a good thing by making the boys expose themselves where they could get in trouble, but the girls were happy to know that in theory, at least, they could have a penis to play with any time they wanted.

Jenny and Barbara were quick to take advantage of this new found power a couple of days later when they saw Pete with another girl. She appeared to be about Jenny’s age. They walked up to them and said hello.

Pete just said, “Hello.” But Barbara wasn’t going to let him off that easy.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Barbara asked.

“Um, this is my cousin, Patsy. She’s from out of town and will be in only for the weekend.”

Barbara and Jenny were not going to be gotten rid of that easily. “Hi Patsy,” the girls responded. “Where are you guys going?”

“Pete is taking me to the candy store so I can buy some stuff.”

“Oh good, we’re going that way too. We’ll go with you.” Barbara said, inviting themselves to join them. Pete’s feelings on the subject not taken into account.

“So Patsy, how old are you?”

“I’m 10.”

“My sister is 10,” Barbara added as this tentative bond would add to the relationship they were trying to establish with the girl.

They walked along in silence for about a minute and Barbara could see Pete sweating. She knew that he felt uncomfortable with them being with both him and his kid cousin. She let him stew a while and then asked, “Patsy, do you like to play ball?”

Barbara saw Pete’s face go white as his cousin replied, “Yeah, I think so. What kind of ball?”

“It’s a very special game,” Jenny jumped in. “We play it a lot with your cousin and some other boys.”

“Yech! I don’t want to play ball with boys. I don’t like the games they play.”

“I think you’ll like this game,” Barbara added. “Won’t she Pete?”

“I … I don’t know,” he answered hesitantly.

Barbara almost barked, out an “Answer me, boy!” but she kept her tongue in check. She decided to play this coolly.

“Our girlfriend Kelley and her brothers, and me and my sister and another couple of boys get together a couple of times a week at our club to play this special ball game.”

“Club?” Patsy asked.

“Club.” Barbara answered, “It’s a special club where the girls are in charge and the boys have to do what we tell them to do. Isn’t that right, Pete?” Patsy’s face brightened at this description.

Pete mumbled something and I repeated, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think Patsy heard you. Could you speak a little louder so she can hear?”

“Yes,” came the slightly more audible response.

“Why don’t you call me by my proper title?” Barbara pressed.

“Yes, Miss Barbara,” came the response.

Patsy giggled.

“At the club, all boys have to call the girls ‘Miss.’ It shows us that they respect us.”

Patsy giggled again. “Your club sounds like fun! I wish I lived here so I could join.”

“How often do you see your cousin?” Patsy now became the focus of our conversation. For the moment, Pete was just “window dressing.”

“About once a month,” she responded.

“Well maybe we can hold special meetings when you come. That is, if you still want to join.”

“Why would I not want to join?”

“You have to do some things to the boys?”

“With the boys? I don’t like boys.”

“Not WITH the boys,” I corrected her, “TO the boys.”

“Oh, like what?”

“Well first you have to swear to keep this a secret.”

“OK. I swear.”

“Do you know what boys look like?”

She blushed and looked nervously towards her cousin. I caught it and said, “You can tell us. Pete won’t tell. Will you, Pete?”

“No ma’am,” was his stoic answer.

Patsy took a deep breath and went into her story, “Well once I was staying at my friend Donna’s house when my parents went to my aunt’s wedding. She has a brother who is 13. Anyway, we were all supposed to go shopping but I didn’t feel well, so her parents let me and Donna stay behind when they went.”

“Donna’s brother didn’t know we were still home. So Donna said, ‘Shh, wait’ when she heard him get up. We turned the light out in her room so he would think we weren’t there. Then we heard him go into the bathroom.”

“Donna had me go into the closet next to the bathroom and look in. There’s a hole there and she can see into the bathroom. She whispered to me, ‘Go ahead and look; I’ve seen this. But be quiet. I don’t want him to know that I can do this.’”

“I looked in there and saw him kneeling in front of the toilet. The seat was up. I could see that with one hand he was flipping through a dirty magazine and he had his other hand on his penis and was moving it up and down. Then he grunted and this white stuff came out.”

“And?” Barbara asked.

“And that was it. I didn’t get to stay over Donna’s again yet, and he didn’t do it again while I was there. Donna tells me that he always seems to do it when her parents are out.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get back to stay over at Donna’s.

“Would you like to do it yourself; make white stuff come out of a penis?”

The light went on in Patsy’s head and she giggled excitedly, “You mean we can make Pete do it for us and we can watch?”

“More than that, girl,” Barbara explained. “We can make him come – that’s what squirting is called – on our own. We can force him to do it whether he wants to do it or not.”

“How does that work?”

Barbara turned to Pete, “Explain it to your cousin.”

(To be continued – Next: Patsy plays with Peter)

(The End)