Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge 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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Saw Mill Ridge

[Day 4 – Patsy]

We managed to catch up on our sleep that night since we knew that we’d have time to plan the next activities while the boys were fishing.

After breakfast, I joined Emily in the old tree house. It was nothing more than an open platform in a tree and had been a couple of years since any of us kids used it, but it was a place in the shade, with a breeze and out of earshot of the adults.

“I’d like to try out a new idea with the boys today,” I said, opening the conversation.

“What kind of idea? I mean I thought we already discussed what we were going to make them do today.”

“Oh, it’s not like that. We can still do that, but we can do this too.”

“So spill it, girl.”

“Well, remember what you told me about what you saw on that web site about cock rings?”

“Yes.”

“And remember what we saw in that magazine?”

“Yes.”

“And remember how the web site said that cock rings trap blood in the penis and makes it maintain an erection and feel more sensitive?”

“Yes again. Where are you going with this?”

I reached behind me and undid my hair. My hand came back with a rubber band that had been holding my pony tail in place. This was not an ordinary rubber band it was a loop of elastic gel maybe about an inch and a half in diameter and it was bright green.

I held it out in the palm of my hand for Emily to inspect. “Does this give you any ideas?”

Her face lit up, “It sure does. That looks like the perfect size to slip over a boy’s cock and balls. Girl, you got a dirty mind. I like that.”

“I got a whole bag of them. They came 30 to a pack and I have them in all kinds of colors. I got them with me.”

Emily laughed, “I think the boys would look pretty wearing them.”

I had to laugh too. I don’t think the Scunci company had penis bondage in mind when they designed this hair accessory. But the thought of using something specifically designed for a girl on the boys’ intimate anatomy made me giggle.

We spent a lot of time looking at the pictures Emily and I took of the boys masturbating. Since we were able to get up-close and personal, most of them were very good quality, unlike the batch we got the day before.

“These are pretty good,” I had to admit. “The first couple of shots are great. You can see the boy jerking off. Some of them didn’t come out so good, I caught the boy in the wrong part of his jerk and his hand is covering the whole thing, but that’s still good – you can see what he was doing.

Here’s one of Greg with his hand all the way back and his cock sticking way out. You can see the difference in color where the skin normally covers it.”

“Yeah, it makes me wet to look at these pictures. I mean, some of the pictures in the magazines are more interesting because of what the women and men are doing, and boy, are some of those cocks huge!

But these are our boys – real boys – and they did it right in front of us. I wish we had more shots of them actually cumming.”

“Me too. Once I figured out that they had multiple squirts I was able to catch them – usually on the second or the third shot. I couldn’t sit there with finger on the camera button since I had to time them.”

“I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking. I do my share of the timing from now on.

I know what you mean. I have second squirts on Greg and Ike and Brad and a first time squirt on Michael. It gets better with time when you know what to look for.”

“The boys have got to know when they’re ready to cum.”

“I bet they do.”

“So why don’t we make them tell us when they are about to do it so we can be ready to take a picture. First squirts are always the best.”

“That’s a neat idea,” Emily concurred. “I want to get a video of that.”

We made our plans for our day with the boys and then climbed down for more “country” activities. I didn’t like to admit it, but there was still enough little girl in me to want to do things like walk and run and play catch with Emily and other games.

[Day 4 – Emily]

I had fun with my cousin in the tree house discussing the fun we had planned for the boys later that day. Patsy’s idea about using our hair bands was really neat.

The boys got back from fishing about 3 in the afternoon. I pulled Brad aside and told him, “You got 20 minutes to get to the schoolhouse. Patsy and I will meet you there.”

Patsy and I went for a walk to kill the time. We decided to leave the house early so as not to look suspicious. We didn’t want to leave right on the heels of the boys. We needed to keep up appearances that we were totally disinterested in what the boys were doing.

“Did you get them?” I asked my cousin.

She apparently knew what I was talking about. She reached into her shorts pocket and produced a zip-lock sandwich bag containing dozens of the brightly-colored gel bands.

“Wow, there’s a lot of them there. So, what do we do? Do we just put them over the boy’s penises?”

“Well, we got to be careful. According to what I read you can’t leave them on too long or they’ll hurt the boys. I suppose we can put them on for when we make them do something. We’ll figure something out when we get there.”

We walked a bit more and then I asked, “Do you think they’ll do it?”

“Do what?”

“What we discussed after looking at the magazines: get them to let us jerk them off!”

“They better if they know what’s good for them. What would you do if someone had incriminating pictures of you? Wouldn’t you do as they say?”

“I suppose so,” I said. “And today we’ll get even more,” I added with a giggle.

We took our time to make sure the boys could get to the school house and get set up. When we got there, Greg and Ike were already there.

I complimented them, “It’s nice to see that you’ve learned your lessons and are naked for us. Good boys. Where are Greg and Michael?”

“They’re still getting the beer. They should be here any minute.”

As if on cue, the boys arrived each carrying a can of beer for us.

“Get naked,” Patsy commanded as she opened her beer. I opened mine and we clicked cans in a salute to Girl Power.

As our younger cousins were getting undressed, I explained the rules to them. “Patsy and I watched you do it twice, so I think we have a good idea how to do it.

Yesterday you boys jerked yourselves off while we girls watched. Today, we’re going to jerk you off.”

There was an audible gasp and then Brad complained, “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair,” I said, anticipating an objection to our touching their boy parts.

Instead he surprised me, “You girls. How do we know that one of you isn’t better than the other? The boy who gets jerked by the girl who does it better will probably cum first.”

“Good question! Patsy and I discussed that. That’s why each of us are going to do each of you.

Patsy will do Ike and Michael on the first round and I’ll do Greg and Brad. Then we’ll switch off on the second round.”

“We can’t cum twice in such a short period.”

“Oh yes you can, according to what I read. Here is how it will work.” I loved dictating terms to the boys.

“Patsy and I will be doing you one at a time. One girl will masturbate her boy as the other girl watches.

We’ll rotate through you boys. The five-minute warmup accounts for at least 20 minutes. Then there is the time it actually takes you boys to get off plus the time in between. All together, you should have at least an hour to recover.”

Brad grumbled but accepted his fate.

“And one more thing. We want you boys to announce when you are about to cum. Say ‘I’m cumming’ when you are ready to let go. This way us girls will know it’s happening and we can be ready to watch.”

Patsy called Ike up to the desk, “You’re first today.”

Ike put his butt up on the desk. Patsy took the bag out of her pocket.

“What’s that?” Ike asked.

“It’s a sexual aid,” Patsy giggled. “Just sit still and I’ll show you how it’s used.”

“Now hold still. Put your hands on your head and let me do the work,” she told him.

Patsy dumped the bands on the desk. One by one, she placed them strategically on his penis.

She put the first over the shaft of his penis and behind his balls.

She looked at me and winked, “This is to trap the blood in his penis and make it harder. In fact, I think I’ll put a second one on, just for good measure.”

She stood back to admire her handiwork.

“Now for the balls,” she declared. “I think I’ll use two bands there as well.”

I could see as she slipped them around his balls underneath his penis how it made them hang down more.

“And now for the final touch,” she grinned.

She took another pair of bands and slipped one over his penis and between his balls. The second band she put over his penis and between his balls in the opposite direction so the bands were crisscrossed over the top.

She stood back and we giggled.

“Look how that makes his balls stick out!” I noted.

“We need to do something about that. I got an idea. I need two more bands.”

She slipped one each of these bands over his bulging balls. Had the balls not been restricted by the other bands, the bands would have probably slipped off, but they were now globes that were prominently on display.

“How does that feel?” She asked Ike.

“Tight,” was his response.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

She gave his balls a playful flick with her finger and he grunted. “How about now?”

“Ow.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said in a condescending tone, but then more earnestly added, “I promise, we won’t do that again. We want to have fun, not hurt you boys.”

“Tell me if this hurts,” she said, giving Ike’s penis a poke with her finger. This caused his balls to swing back and forth eliciting a lesser grunt from him.

“Still OK?”

“He nodded, “Yes, it just feels funny.”

I pointed and laughed. “You’re mixing green and black, orange and red, pink and yellow and purple and green. Don’t you have any sense of color coordination, girl?”

Patsy laughed along with me, “I’ll do better next time. Isn’t it fun decorating the boys like this?”

“It sure is. Hold up his penis by the tip. I got to get a picture of that. It’s so funny.”

I gave her the first “go” so she could give Ike is five-minute warm up. I watched her hand move up and down his shaft. His balls swung back and forth in the most comical way. I decided that a girl jerking a boy off was a picture worthy event so I took several.

I went back to my time-keeper role when I heard “I’m cumming” from Ike. I was just about to call the 30 second mark. I looked as he spewed his sperm into the air in graceful arcs.

“Wow, that was fast,” Patsy conceded.

“I’m sorry, Ike, but you know the penalty for premature ejaculation. I’m afraid you get zero points for this round.

Take the bands off. You can’t leave them on too long or they will hurt you.”

Ike did so with wincing as he pulled them off his balls. He dribbled out a last couple of drops of cum in the process as the restrictions between his balls and penis were released.

“OK, Greg, come on down.” I said with my best “Let’s Make a Deal” voice.

I trussed up his penis and balls – using matching bands: blue for the cock, purple for around both the balls, yellow for the crisscross and green over each ball individually.

It felt funny handling the male genitals. I took a brief moment to squeeze on the shaft. It was hot and it was hard but it was also squishy at the same time.

Patsy gave me the “go” for the five-minute jerkoff and I was cautious; I did not want to cause him to ejaculate prematurely.

I told Greg, “I’ll be careful with you. You boys aren’t the only ones who are competing here. Patsy and I are also playing against each other to see who the best masturbatrix is.

On the other hand, I did want to make sure that he was thoroughly aroused before I started jerking him for score. I increased my tempo slightly at the 30 second mark and went to full-jerk-off mode at the beginning of the count down.

I noticed that as I was masturbating him, he was getting harder and harder and that his penis was turning redder. I was wondering if I could use these as indicators of an impending ejaculation.

After a moment he produced a drop of clear liquid that I knew from my studies was pre-cum and that it meant that he was getting increasingly excited.

I could see his body stiffen and feel his cock starting to pulse. Patsy called out, “Don’t forget to tell us you’re cumming.”

He grunted out “I’m cumming” almost immediately.

I could feel the cum coming through his cock it felt like a wave pulsing though his penis. A split second later I watched as his semen leapt from his pee hole and went flying through the air. Some of it splashed down and hit my hand. It was so hot!

I continued pumping until his penis was heaving and cum was no longer coming out.

“Good job, Greg. Take your bands off and clean yourself up.”

Patsy called Michael up to “the throne” and decorated his penis with her bands, this time with matching colors. I wondered for a moment, given the number of different colors for the bands and the way they could be put on the penis and balls, how many combinations there were.

I knew I had the math smarts to figure it out, but I’ll save that for a rainy Saturday afternoon sometime.

Greg put on a good performance and didn’t even need to be prompted to announce, “I’m cumming.”

I went on to do Brad who didn’t seem to be pleased with the prospect of a 12-year-old girl playing with his penis. “Fuck him,” I thought.

We logged the results on the board: Greg was first for 4 points, Michael was second for 3 points, Brad came in third for two points and Ike was a non-complete for zero points.

This tightened up the race a lot. Michael was in the lead with 9 points, followed by Brad with 8, Greg with 7 and Ike with 6.

We gave the boys some time to rest and then went into the second round, this time each girl masturbating the boys she didn’t in the first round.

This time Ike held in there but came fast. He won for 4 points, Greg second for 3, Michael for 2 and Brad for 1.

So at the end of the day, the cumulative scores were: Michael, still in first place with 11 points. Ike and Greg tied for second with 10 each and Brad with 9. It was still anybody’s game.

As for the competition with my cousin, she had 9 boy-points to her credit and I had 10 boy-points. This was going to be a close race.

[Day 4 – Michael]

By the time Greg and I got back with the beer, the girls were already there. I was a bit disappointed: Brad and Ike already had their clothes off. They must have gotten undressed while Greg and I were out getting the girls’ beer.

“Take your clothes off,” Patsy said as calmly as if she asked me to pass the salt at the dinner table.

Greg started to get undressed without hesitation, so I really didn’t have a choice. I didn’t like the idea of ANYBODY seeing my body, much less girls.

I know I had already gotten undressed for them before, but it seemed like such a submissive act – we were totally naked and they kept their clothes on - that I blushed when I did it.

What made it even worse was that it was just Greg and me so we had the girls’ total attention. Getting naked was worse than being naked. Once I had my clothes off, it didn’t seem so bad.

When the girls explained to me what they were going to do today, I didn’t like it at all. It was bad enough to get exposed in front of the girls, then they forced us to jerk off for them. Not only did they force us, the made a game out of it.

Now they want to touch us and jerk us off themselves. It isn’t fair that they can take such liberties with our bodies.

My own sister too! OK, I have to admit that I like to tease her, but she teases back. I’m wondering if she’ll make me do this and other humiliating things with her when we get back home. I hope this is all over when we leave.

I had to sit through the embarrassment of watching the girls masturbate my cousins before they got to me. Poor Ike squirted out before Patsy even got started with him.

When it came my turn, Emily approached me with her bands.

“This isn’t going to hurt?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she responded, “I don’t have a penis and balls. Why don’t you ask the other boys?”

Ike said, “It’s not too bad. Everything seems kind of tight and it feels really funny and it looks funny too.”

Greg said, “You can actually feel your balls. It’s like they’re their own set of weights strapped on. You can feel them swing up and down when Emily jerked me. Yeah, it hurt a bit, but just a little.”

Ike chimed in, “Yeah, I’m glad the girls told us we could take them off. I see what they mean that they could hurt you if you leave them on too long. But they did make cumming more fun. Just be careful taking them off; you can hurt yourself – nothing much, but enough.

What’s really cool, is that when you take them off, more stuff comes out and it’s like a mini-cum; it feels good.”

Emily smiled at me, “See, bother, it isn’t that bad. The other boys did it and you can do it too.”

Ike was right, it felt funny and it looked funny.

I was afraid that I would come out prematurely like Ike did. Fortunately, I didn’t; at least on the first round.

Patsy was much gentler putting the bands over my penis and balls than my sister was. She was also better at masturbating me than Emily. I’m not sure if she’s just naturally better at it or if practice makes perfect. After all, us boys had plenty of opportunity to play with our penises. All they got to do was watch.

I enjoyed cumming. I always do. But to do so under such humiliating circumstances takes the fun out of it.

Well, at least I was ahead in the score for whatever that meant.

[Day 4 – Greg]

I was shocked when I heard that the girls were going to masturbate us. I’m sure mom, my aunts and maybe a couple of baby sitters had touched my penis while diapering me as an infant, but since then nobody has ever touched my penis except these same girls when we were all little. There was nothing sexual about it then.

Well, there’s my doctor, but he didn’t touch it that way. He just kind of lifted it and pushed my balls gently around. Nonetheless, that felt good. Too bad the nurse had to be there to witness it, but that was State Law for medical examination of minors.

I watched as Emily put the gel bands on Ike’s equipment. That really made his “boy parts” stand out. I had never seen a penis on display like this and it fascinated me. I wondered what it would feel like when it came to my turn.

I watched as Emily started to masturbate the boy.

The whole scene was unreal. Here he is, a teenaged boy, naked and being jerked on by a girl. He wasn’t doing it someone else was doing it to him. He had no control over it. I wondered if the girls were going to make us boys do each other. I thought it was unfair that they should know what if feels like to jerk another boy off and we boys never had that experience.

All of a sudden, Ike yelled out, “I’m cumming” and shot off like a Roman Candle on the 4^th of July.

It took us all by surprise, especially Emily and she was at the controls. I never thought a boy could cum so fast.

Poor boy. First he has to go first and then he shoots off prematurely. Maybe he had no choice. Maybe Emily was that good. I wouldn’t find out on this round since Pasty did me first.

“Put it right here,” she said, patting the desk that was recently vacated by the now-drained, Ike.

She had me sit on the desk with legs spread apart – a now familiar pose for me and said, “Let’s get you trussed up.”

She seemed to take her time to find exactly the right bands to use on me. It felt funny as she added the bands one by one. The ones around the base of the penis weren’t so bad, but as she added each band, first around the ball sack and then crisscrossed across the balls and finally one loop each over each ball, it got tighter and tighter.

I looked down at them and they stuck out obscenely on either side of my dick. I’d never seen them like that. Patsy lifted the end of my penis and pulled it side to side to inspect her work. I got a look at the brightly colored bands crisscrossing between my two very plump and hard balls.

I never had anyone else handle my penis like this. I wondered if it would feel differently if a boy did it. Girls don’t have penises, so what do they know.

Emily gave her countdown and Pasty started to jerk me. With my balls trussed up as she put it, they swung back and forth with each jerk. They felt heavier and more sensitive. I liked the sensation. I got to figure out where I can get some of those bands.

I feared that, like Emily did to Ike, Patsy would ejaculate me before the main contest began. She was good, surprisingly good for a girl, but I managed to hang on. Once she got to masturbating me for time, I felt really good.

I could feel myself coming from a long ways off and I yelled out “I’m cumming” as Patsy shot me off. She kept pumping me until I was dry. It was a fantastic cum. Probably the best cum of my life. Yes, I do have to ask the girls where to get those bands.

I had some serious doubts about how much cum I had left for when it was Emily’s turn to do me.

I removed the bands carefully and let the remaining cum drain out and then sat to watch Emily do Brad.

[Day 4 – Ike]

The whole situation with the girls was too much. Just getting caught by them was embarrassing enough. But since they got the pictures they could force us to do anything they want, any time they wanted.

I don’t know what it is, but there is something about being embarrassed by the girls that makes me hard.

Lying in bed last night, I could see in my mind the girls watching us jerk off. It wasn’t like they were spying on us and we didn’t know it. That would have been bad enough. But we were doing it because they said so and they were in control.

Thinking about it gave me an erection and started me leaking. If I weren’t bunking with my cousins I would have jerked off to the memory of the experience a dozen times. But there was a practical side to it. I knew I had to conserve my sperm for whatever the girls had cooked up for us today. So I just lay in bed enjoying my hard on. I know that these experiences with the girls will be the basis for my fantasies going forward.

When Emily explained to us that they were going to jerk us off, I felt my penis twitch. They were actually going to touch us and do it to us. A girl - no two different girls - would be touching my penis. We boys wouldn’t be doing it; we would be done unto by the girls.

I was hard and dripping with anticipation before being called up to sit on the desk.

Patsy took her hair ties and did up my penis. I thought I would cum right there. I imagined how silly I looked with the bands decorating my package. This was my “man organ” it is what made me a boy and here she is making fun of it; playing with it like it was a toy. The fact that it was the girls’ idea and that a girl actually did it to me made it even more embarrassing and exciting.

Just feeling her hands on me as she dressed my penis with the bands made me feel like I had an army of ants crawling up and down my spine.

My stomach was knotted and in spite of the heat in the room, I was shivering as I heard Emily give Patsy the green light to jerk me off.

I knew I was doomed from the start. Her hand was electrifying; it stimulated me with just the right touch and already I could feel the tightening of my body that precedes an orgasm.

I tried to hold out, but I had no will to resist her. She was in charge, she was the one controlling my penis and she decided when it would cum.

It was hopeless. I somehow managed to remember to yell out, “I’m cumming” and I did. I think I took Pasty by surprise as well as everyone else. All at once, I was ashamed for cumming at the command of a girl and for letting my gender down. But the thought that a girl could make me do this and I could do nothing to stop her made the experience all the more exciting.

I thought for a moment, how good it would be to have Patsy or Emily or maybe even some of the pretty girls in my class do this without the restriction of the clock. I’d sit there all day long and let girl after girl jerk me off.

I put on a brave face. I don’t want to let my brother or cousins know how much I liked this experience, humiliating as it was.

[Day 4 – Brad]

This must be a nightmare and I better wake up soon. I’ve lost control of my boys. They’re now virtual slaves to a couple of girls: younger girls at that and what’s worse, they are our cousins. They aren’t some anonymous females; they are blood relatives who we will see over and over.

I feel sorry for poor Michael, he’ll have to see his sister every day.

And now the girls are going to violate my very body. I suppose I should endure it stoically, after all, I need to set the example for my men. The truth is, the girls have pictures. I saw them. The ones they took the first day weren’t that great from a technical point of view; they certainly will not win any photography contests. But they were damning enough.

Since then they’ve been taking pictures at every opportunity and these, given better lighting and circumstances would definitely win a photography contest; at least among their friends.

So I don’t have a choice. I can’t let those pictures get out.

As embarrassing as it was to have the girls touch me, it was also interesting. I didn’t know which girl’s touch I enjoyed more. Patsy seemed to be pure lust. She wanted to take my sex and was relatively heavy-handed.

Emily, on the other hand, had a gentler, more sophisticated touch to her masturbation. She might have gotten me there slower, but she brought me higher. That girl knows how to jerk off a boy. She’s going to make some future boyfriend very happy.

I came twice at the hands of the girls and yet I was tied for second place. Michael of all people, was in the lead. Has the world turned upside down: little boys are sexual champions and little girls are in control?

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