Pirates in the Park Part 1

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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Author’s note: This story was suggested to me by a reader. I don’t normally do “request pieces” but his suggestion met my personal guidelines.

The girl is younger than the boy. This establishes that her authority over him is based solely on gender and not on other factors. The ages were appropriate: girls 10 to 13, boys 12 to 15 with a two year gap being ideal. Don’t ask me why this works for me.

Severe coercion, such as physical force or abduction is not used. Boys in my story submit voluntarily even if a little mental “arm twisting” such as blackmail is used.

There is a relationship with, or a relationship develops between the boy and the girl. My stories are about characters mostly and not about physical descriptions of people or events (in fact criticisms of my works usually mention the lack of action).

The situation is, or can evolve to multiple girls dominating multiple boys. This gives a feel that the incident is common and not isolated. In other words, girls and boys do this all the time. It could happen to you.

The situation is always CFNM: the boys are always naked, and the girls always remain clothed.

Girls are always the dominant characters and the boys are always the one being dominated. This domination is usually a “loving dominant” type of relationship. Yes, the girls are out to have their fun at the expense of the boys, but the girls, though demanding, are not cruel or mean.

Adults are rarely involved and only in a peripheral fashion. Mom doesn’t lay down the law, but she might coach her daughter’s natural dominance. It just seems better when girls discover and develop their sexual dominance on their own. Usually, adults aren’t even mentioned at all and at least one character has parents who are constantly away so she can have the house to herself to provide a venue for the activities.

Finally, there has to be an air of plausibility about it. I am compelled to explain how the situation came to be. For example, my characters don’t parade around naked in public. Such an action would bring about calls to the children’s parents or even the police. If I deemed it necessary, I would have to come up with a set of circumstances where walking around naked in public was still embarrassing, but would be acceptable.

This is not to say that I don’t have unrealistic situations. These are usually closed societies such as a family reunion at a remote location.

As I said, I do not normally write stories suggested by others. However, I have been influenced by other stories or pictures. Nonetheless, I do break my own rules when it comes to writing stories.

With this in mind, I present.

Pirates in the Park

Jason woke up with his usual morning hard-on. He had that dream again last night. When you fixate on something for so long in your conscious thinking during the day, it spills over to your unconscious at night. Even in his sleep, he could not escape his compulsion. He could only remember fleeting passages of his dream, but they were vivid, almost-real flashes of his fantasy. The sights, the sounds, the smells and the feel were just like being there. His awake daydreaming was fun to masturbate to, but paled when compared to this come-to-life experience.

He decided that this time he was finally going to do something about it. He knew exactly where and exactly when. When was as soon as he could before he changed his mind. Where was in a small clearing in the woods near his house where he and his friends used to play when he was a little boy. At this hour of the morning, there would probably not be any hikers and even they would stay to the path.

He got dressed and without even eating breakfast rode off to the woods. He stopped at the entrance and chained his bike to a sign post supporting the first of many signs explaining what people could see along the nature trail. He looked at the empty parking lot and that was a good sign. He couldn’t wait until he was able to drive himself, but that was still a couple of years off.

-=o=-

Ursula woke up and stretched. She looked down at her body through the nearly transparent baby-doll nightgown. She reached for a silky jacket to cover up her top. She wasn’t voluptuous by any means, but still she wasn’t the little girl she was just months ago. Her hips were taking shape, a few wisps of hair began to appear down by her vagina and her chest was beginning to puff out.

Her mom explained that she was becoming a woman and needed to be modest so she wouldn’t lead boys on and give them the wrong ideas.

That was the other thing on her mind: boys. It was just months ago when she thought they were at best tolerated and even better to be avoided. But now, they were an item of interest to her, especially older boys. She began to have a concept of what a “cute” boy was and wondered why she felt funny when she saw one.

But there were other things in her life besides boys. There were her friends, of course, and shopping and clothes and playing sports and music and school. She was of mixed mind about school. It interfered with her free time, but she did enjoy learning and did well in most of her classes.

It was her science class that had her attention this morning. She decided to combine her love of the outdoors and photography and do a pictorial essay on birds. She dressed up in a long sleeved top, jeans and sneakers. Armed with her camera and telephoto lens she trekked off to the park.

-=o=-

Jason hiked through the woods for a while. I had been several years since he and his buddies played games like pirates in these woods. He wasn’t even sure he could find the clearing anymore or if it had gotten overgrown. However soon he recognized the two big trees that stood either side of a very narrow footpath that seemed to lead nowhere.

The space between the trees at he base was barely wide enough for his foot and he had to squeeze between the trees to get onto the path. In a couple of steps he was completely out of view of the path and in the woods where he stood among the towering trees. The trees were so tall that they blocked out the sun and blanketed the floor with a thick carpet of pine needles so there was little underbrush.

He felt better about his idea now that he was alone and had the privacy to make it happen. He walked slowly towards where he believed the clearing to be. His mind was divided. He wanted so badly to make this fantasy happen, but felt ashamed for having it. He thought that maybe by acting it out, just once, he could get it out of his system. Deep down, he knew it was a lie, but he had to do it anyway.

He sat on a stump and worked out exactly what he would do and to work up the courage to do it. He knew if he got cold feet and backed down, he would never do it. The doubt would torment him forever. He had to go through with it and it took him a while before he could move on.

Finally he thought, “I can’t wait here all day. The later it gets the more likely it is that someone will show up. It’s now or never.” He got up and boldly strode towards the clearing before he could change his mind.

-=o=-

Ursula arrived at the park and noticed the bicycle chained to the post. She noted that it was not covered with dew and concluded that it was not left there overnight. She hoped that whoever it was wouldn’t scare the birds away.

She decided to get off the path and stalk the birds quietly. As she walked through the woods she came upon a clearing and set herself up behind a bush in the tree line to wait for the birds to appear. She took a couple of pictures of some ordinary birds as they flew by, but nothing exotic appeared.

She was getting bored and was thinking of moving on when a figure appeared on the other side of the clearing. At first she was concerned. After all, she was only a 12-year-old girl in the park all by herself. She was far away from any possible help should the new comer have evil intent. Then she thought better of it. She was hidden. He didn’t know she was there.

She decided to use the telephoto lens on her camera to see who it was, and if he looked dangerous. She twisted the lens and he came into focus. She knew him! It was Jason Spaulding. She remembered him when he was in the 8^th grade last year. Now he was in high school. He was one of the cute boys she recently started to fantasize about.

Half of her wanted to walk out and meet him, but the other half was still afraid. What was he doing out here at this hour of the morning? She decided to stay hidden and watch him through the lens of her camera.

-=o=-

This was it: the perfect place to play out his fantasy. He closed his eyes. There were pirates, and the meanest of them stood in front of him with a cutlass poking him in the chest.

“Give us your money,” the pirate demanded.

Jason reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. In reality it had only a couple of dollars in it. He handed it to the imaginary pirate.

“Now you scallywag, we’re going to strip you of all your valuables. Take off your clothes!”

While still visualizing the villain in front of him, Jason undid the buttons on his shirt. Without trying to invoke impatience on the part of his antagonist, he did this as slowly as possible.

“Get on with it, or I’ll run you through,” his captor growled.

A flash of anger pulsed through Jason’s mind at being ordered like this, but then he realized that this is what he wanted. There was an air of excitement associated with being made to perform an action he did not want to do. Submitting to the danger, he pulled off his undershirt.

Meanwhile Ursula sat there wondering what he was doing. She could clearly see that he was acting out some sort of scenario and decided to take some pictures.

She missed the part where he took of his shirt and started clicking away as he was pulling off his undershirt. She loved digital cameras. With a big enough chip, the number of pictures she could take was limitless.

She watched through the lens as Jason continued to remove his undershirt. She looked at his bare chest. It was a manly chest, with muscle. At this distance, even with the telephoto lens, it was difficult to tell how much hair he had there.

Jason continued his reluctant strip tease. He bent over and took off his shoes.

Ursula wondered, “How far is he going to take this?” She kept clicking away, although so far she had recorded less than what she could see on boys at the pool.

Jason’s socks came off next.

“C’mon, all of it!” the pirate demanded.

Jason had come to the part where he felt he could not turn back. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and slid them down.

Ursula had to brace the camera against a tree stump. Her hands were shaking and her throat seemed to knot up. It was all she could do to keep clicking away.

Out in the field, Jason’s hands were shaking too. One last piece of cloth to remove and he would bare all. He was reluctant about exposing his private parts to the open air but he had to do it if his fantasy were to be acted out.

He shut his eyes even more firmly and tried to recapture the image in his dream. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic, he slid the underwear down, and stepped out of them.

On the other side of the lens, Ursula stopped breathing. Both head and stomach were in a whirl. She knew that she had taken pictures of him, but would have to wait until she got home and downloaded them. Her eyes were seeing it, but her brain could hardly absorb it.

A voice inside her told her, “Keep going, girl.” It was her voice, but it wasn’t her thoughts. Who was this strange girl talking to her? Ursula was a good girl. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she listened to the voice: her eye stayed on the viewfinder, and her finger kept depressing the shutter button.

Jason stood naked in front of his captor. “Now were going to march you off and tie you to the mast.” One of the pirates prodded him in the back with his sword. Jason put his hands on his head and walked off across the field.

Ursula began to realize that he was playing some sort of a game, but with whom? Her mind was engaged with the possibilities of what was going on as she took pictures of what she deemed were “cute buns.” She watched as he marched up to a tree, and put his back to it, and then put his arms around it behind him. Surely he was being tied up and made a captive of some sort.

She zoomed in and got a full body picture of him. She could see his penis and that it was sticking out. But this was the limit of her camera. She wanted to see more detail. She had to get closer.

As she crept around the field, she passed by the spot where he first started his game, she saw his clothes and got an idea. She crawled out on her hands and knees covered by the tall grass and dragged them back with her and hid them.

She continued around the field and hid her camera. When she deemed she was close enough, she simply walked out into the field to confront him.

Jason shivered as he stood lashed to the mast. The pirates were threatening him with their knives. All of a sudden he heard a female voice say, “Hi there!” His eyes popped open, and his hands moved down to his crotch in a flash.

He never heard her coming and stood there naked and frozen before her. She looked familiar, but he didn’t know how he knew her. “Who … who are you?”

“Don’t you remember me, Jason?”

“Do I know you?”

“We were in the school play together back in the 4^th grade. Well, I was in the 4^th grade; you were in the 6^th at the time.”

“I’m Ursula. Ursula Ballenger,” she said, holding her hand out offering a handshake. Naturally he didn’t accept. He needed both hands to hide his genitals. “I played one of Cleopatra’s ladies in the play.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I was just bird watching. What were YOU doing here? That was quite a show you were putting on.”

“Nothing,” he replied and started to walk off, hands still in front of him.

Ursula smiled as he walked past her and she got a good look at his buns. “You won’t find them.”

“Find what?”

“Your clothes; they’re not where you left them.”

“What did you do with them?”

“They’re safe, but you’re not getting them back until you do what I say.”

“What do you want?” he asked dejectedly.

“For starters, I want you to put your hands on your head so I can see you better.”

Jason wondered if he had 100-pound weights in each hand. He was reluctant to raise them and they went up very slowly even though his penis and balls were visible within the first couple of inches of movement.

Ursula bit her lower lip as she watched the organ come into view. It wasn’t just seeing a boy that excited her. She and her friend Amy had spied on a number of little boys make pee in their time. But this was her first grown up boy, and she was getting a close up view. But more than that, he knew she was looking at him and she knew that he really couldn’t do anything about it. He did it because she made him do it. He was in her power and it made her feel funny inside.

Jason finally got his hands on his head.

“So tell me what you were doing. You were moving around an awful lot like you were rehearsing for a play only the other actors weren’t present.”

“I … I”

“Come on now, don’t be shy. You’re not getting your clothes back until you tell me.”

Jason looked down at his feet and began his tale. “I guess it goes back to when I was about 8 years old. I used to come here with some older boys and we played pirates. Being the youngest, I was almost never a pirate. I was the person who got caught and they would rob me and tie me up.”

“Well that makes sense, but how come you’re naked. Did the boys make you get naked?”

“Only once. There was a new boy with them, I think he was one of the other boys’ cousins and he was older than them. He made them make me get naked. There was something about that – being naked in the open - that excited me.”

“Are you excited now?”

In spite of his uneasiness, Jason actually laughed, “Yeah, now that you mention it.”

“So you liked playing these games?”

“I did, but eventually we grew out of playing them.”

“Did you always get naked?”

“No, just that once. It was sort of a special occasion.”

“OK. I see. Well, there’s one more thing I want you to do for me.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to jerk off for me. I hear boys talking about it at school and I want to see it happen.”

“Here? Now?” Although Jason had masturbated to his naked pirate fantasy uncountable times in his bedroom and he intended to do it now, he was not prepared for it to be carried out like this. Never in his wildest fantasy would he imagine having a girl witness him do this. But there was something about Ursula’s presence that made it all the more exciting. Yet he still hesitated.

“Can you think of a better time and place? I can wait all day. I’m not the one standing here naked.”

Jason put his hand on his penis and started stroking. Slowly at first, until it got erected.

“Wait, stop!” Ursula commanded. “What’s that? It’s big and hard!”

“It gets that way before I cum.”

“Cum?”

“You know, squirt semen.”

“Oh,” Ursula said as if she knew what he was talking about. She had heard about semen. She knew that it contained the sperm that united with an egg to make a baby. She really didn’t know how it got to the egg.

“OK, go on,” she said a calmly as her quaking stomach allowed her.

Jason resumed his masturbation.

Ursula watched as Jason’s hand moved up and down the shaft. For those brief moments nothing else in the universe existed but his penis, his hand and her view of it.

She was mesmerized but the act and totally drawn into it. She noticed that his body was slowly stiffening and that his breathing was becoming irregular. She had no idea what to expect, but she did expect something was imminent.

Suddenly a drop peeped out of the pee hole followed almost immediately by a shot of white liquid. The head pulsed again and he let loose with another shot. Squirt after squirt he delivered his cum until it was diminishing to mere dribbles. Finally, he stopped.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because that’s all that there is. I have to wait before I can do it again.”

Ursula just sucked in breath over her teeth. “Let me touch it,” she said.

She reached out with a finger and gently wiped the last lingering drop off the pee hole. She rolled it around her fingers. It felt funny, it was slippery and sticky all at the same time. She put her finger to her nose and sniffed it. It had a faint, musky odor. She wondered what it would taste like, but thought better of it.

“That was fun,” she finally exclaimed. “OK, follow me and I’ll show you where your clothes are.”

She led him about half way back across the field and then stopped. “Oh by the way, I have pictures of everything. So we’re not done yet. I want to see you back here next week at the same time. 7:30?”

Jason just looked at her.

“You don’t have to believe me, but if I download those pictures and post them, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“But …”

“No buts. I’ll meet you by that big oak tree,” she said pointing to the distant corner of the field. There’s a bush just in front of it. You clothes are there. I’m going this way to pick up my camera.” She sauntered off.

Jason looked back at her and then headed in the other direction towards the tree. She was good to her word; the clothes were there. Was she also good to her word about the pictures and her threats to post them? Jason couldn’t risk testing that theory. He’d be back here next week.

-- To be continued.

(The End)