Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge 5

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 5
[Day 5 – Patsy]

The boys had no idea what we had in store for them today. Not only today, but for the next three days. I explained it to them

“We’re going to have to do this next event in three days. It’s the suck-a-thon.”

“Suck-a-thon?” Michael asked.

“Yes. Suck-a-thon. Felatio. Oral sex. Blow job. Call it what you want. We girls are going to enjoy watching boy penises in boy mouths.”

“No!” Brad objected, “We’re not gay.”

“Who said anything about being gay? We want you to do it and you’ll do it. If you’re doing it because a girl tells you to do it, how can that be gay?”

Brad opened his mouth again. I glared at him and he shut it before whatever words he was going to say escaped.

So, I went on. “Here is how it will ‘go down.’” I said, giggling at my own pun.

“Today Michael and Greg are one pair and Ike and Brad are the other.”

“Who gets to suck who?” Brad asked

“You each get to suck each other. First one boy sucks the other then you switch, You boys decide who goes first.”

There was some murmuring among the boys and I waited for it to settle down.

I filled them in on the rest of the schedule. “Tomorrow Michael and Ike are partners as are Greg and Brad. The next day its Michael and Brad and Greg and Ike.

Each boy gets sucked off three times. You ought to like that. I know Emily and I will enjoy watching it.

Oh and one more thing. Before you suck off your boy, we girls will dress him up in his bands and you will jerk him off for 5 minutes to get him in the mood. If you make him cum, you forfeit and you’ll have to lick up his cum off the floor so don’t think about throwing the contest.

It is in your best interest to get him as close to cumming as possible without him actually squirting.

It goes without saying that we want you to swallow every drop.”

At this point, there were groans from the boys, but I went on. “You guys expect us girls to swallow it, so it’s only fair.

And you boys getting sucked; your partner gets the points for making you cum, the faster you cum, the more points he gets. So be wary and try to resist as much as possible.”

This was going to be so much fun. I doubt that any of the boys ever had an actual blow job although they probably dreamed about having a girl take them into their mouths. I don’t really know what the issue is. In either case, they have to get naked for a girl and the stimulation is the same – maybe it’s an even better experience because a boy knows what a boy likes.

What is even better for us girls is that the picture taking opportunities will be fantastic.
[Day 5 – Emily]

My cousin and I discussed what to do with the boys next.

“How about we have them jerk each other off?” Patsy suggested.

“I think that would be fun, but it really can’t top what we did yesterday. We have to come up with something really good.

Don’t get me wrong, I like watching boys jerk off. They each do it a little differently. And if we make the boys do each other, there is a certain satisfaction of having them bring each other to ‘justice’ – sort of like having them dig their own sexual graves.

We should make them do something to each other.”

“Well girl, we only have so many days left. How are we going to use them?”

“I know what you are thinking, and I’m thinking it too.”

“Make them suck each other’s cocks!” She said and immediately covered her mouth.

“Cocksuckers!” I said boldly.

“We can still do them up with the bands?”

“Of course. That’s fun. It sort of trivializes their penises and makes them less of a boy. It’s a symbol of our female authority. I think they like it too even though they’ll never admit it.

Think about it, cuz. Think about the power we have. We made them get naked. We made them sit there and let us play ‘dress up’ with their penises. We made them cum and there was nothing they could do about any of it.

Doesn’t that make you feel special just for being a girl?”

I got a nod and a big smile as an answer. I wondered if her panties were getting as wet as mine and we were just in the planning stages.

The boys were not pleased at all when Patsy told them about the suck-a-thon. I felt a twinge watching them submit. The more they hated doing something, the better I felt about making them do it. I knew it would not hurt them, but it would sure humiliate them.

Of course, I wouldn’t hurt them in anyway. If the truth be known, I’d even be reluctant to release the pictures unless they really piss me off.

They had already come to accept our dominance to some degree. Our beers were waiting for us as were the boys: naked as requested, when we got there.

I also suppose they were quite used to masturbation. I’m sure they do it all the time at home. We just added the additional embarrassment of making them do it in front of each other and us girls. Then we even took control away from them and did it to them.

I laughed as I recalled an old English lesson and put it into context. Masturbate is both an intransitive and transitive verb: it’s something you do, or it’s something you have done to you.

So now Patsy and I are going to make them suck each other off.

I asked her privately, “What part do you think you’ll like more: watching them do it or knowing that they are doing it because we told them so?”

“I don’t know. According to the web site, a lot of men like to watch women have sex with each other. To tell you the truth, I kind of like that idea myself. Maybe not for me, but to see it.

So there’s some excitement about watching people of the same sex making love to each other. It’s taboo and people like that kind of stuff.

On the other hand, I’m a girl and they are boys and this is the first time I’ve personally been on the winning side in the battle of the sexes. I wish that all girls had power over boys like we do.”

“I understand that! I tell you what I like. We make them submit to us, but we also provide them with the opportunity to ejaculate. It’s sort of carrot and stick. We’re the stick and their orgasm is the carrot. Like Pavlov and his dogs, they will associate female dominance with sexual pleasure. Eventually, we won’t have to ask; they will come begging to us.”

Michael and Greg were the first two boys up. They could not make up their minds as to who would suck who first.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, “Each of you is going to suck off the other. You might as well be the suckee now and get it over with.”

They still hesitated, so I made the decision for them. I pointed to my brother, “Come over here! Patsy and I will put your bands on and you will put your butt on the desk so Greg can get at your penis.”

As Pasty was putting the hair loops over Michael’s cock and balls, I turned to Greg and ordered, “Down on your knees. Now don’t forget, you have to play with him for five minutes before taking him in your mouth.

Don’t make him cum or you’ll lose all your points and you’ll have to lick his cum off the floor and still suck him clean. I’ll tell you when you can start.”

I looked at my watch and counted down, “... 3, 2, 1 – play with him.”

Patsy and I got some good pictures of Greg kneeling between Michael’s legs, pulling on the younger boy’s penis. His own cock was hard as well.

I reminded him, “When you start sucking him, you’ll be doing it for time. So don’t be timid pulling on that thing. You want to get him as excited as you can before you start, but don’t make him cum.

You have one minute.”

I gave him the 30-second warning and the 10-second countdown: “...3, 2, 1 – SUCK!”

Greg put his lips up to the tip of Michael’s penis reluctantly. It was a good photo opportunity and I took it. He looked so sweet and innocent.

“You’re not here to make love to it, Greg. You’re here to make it cum as quickly as possible. You’re going to have to do better than that! Take it in your mouth and suck on it!”

My command was motivated by more than just a matter of dominance and making the boys do things. There was a practical side as well. Michael still had to reciprocate and we had another pair of boys waiting to perform as well. If we were going to complete all four rounds of fellatio.

“Deeper,” I ordered.

“Don’t just suck him,” Patsy offered, “Fuck him with your mouth. Move your head back and forth.”

Greg was bobbing his head back and forth rather quickly. Suddenly Michael tensed and gave out a groan. Greg gagged and coughed. Some of the younger boy’s cum came out the corners of his mouth. I looked at Patsy. She looked back at me.

“OK, time out!” I called. “Patsy and I are going out on the porch to discuss what just happened.

Michael and Greg, stay where you are.”

We came back in and described our decision: “We know we told you boys to swallow every bit. But you are obviously not experienced cocksuckers. So, we are not going to penalize you if some cum comes out after the other boy ejaculates in your mouth.

However, if you pull away before the other boy cums, not only will you lose points, but you will have to lick it up off the floor and still lick the other boy clean.

However, if you swallow every last drop, then you will get an extra point.”

Apparently, that message got across. Ike was up (or should I say down) next sucking off his brother. We knew from experience that Brad was the biggest cummer. He was the oldest, and hand the biggest penis and balls, but either the boys choregraphed an elaborate ruse, or Ike managed to take in every drop.

Michael also managed to take in every last squirt that Greg produced for him. However, Brad was not able to keep all of Ike’s ejaculate in.

I made a mental note. Ike did not seem to shoot as much cum as Greg, but he did seem to shoot it further. So far, the only thing us girls measured was how fast we could get the boys off with the various techniques. Someday we’ll have to shoot them for distance and also measure how much they squirt. The web site also has a section on male chastity, milking, edging, ruined ejaculation and outright denial. There is so much to explore. I hope we get together with our cousins a lot more in the future.

[Day 5 – Michael]

My biggest fears were realized when I heard my sister explain what the girls wanted us to do for them today. Brad complained that it was gay, but Patsy said it wasn’t if a boy did it for a girl. I don’t think I understand that logic, but since I’m going to have to do it anyway I might as well accept it.

“Greg, you and Michael are up first,” my sister said. “Who wants to suck and who wants to get sucked.”

“You go first,” I suggested. I hated being the youngest. That means I always wound up going first. I didn’t want to go first and Greg and I fought over it. My sister finally made the decision for us.

Greg got to suck me off first and I got to do him later.

I accepted her decision. That gave me some time to figure out what this was all about.

Patsy led me to the desk and had me my butt up against it. I wasn’t really fully seated and my mid-section was thrust forward, giving full access to my penis and balls.

She took her hair ties and decorated my penis and balls with them. Here it is, a girl handling my cock like it was her toy and what I’m worried about is how ridiculous it looked with the brightly colored bands. I do have to admit, it makes the whole area feel more sensitive and it seemed to make my ejaculations more enjoyable.

Maybe having a sister isn’t so bad after all. She has bands like this and maybe I could “borrow” some when I jerk off at home. That is, if she ever lets me jerk off by myself ever again. I don’t want to think about that now.

It looked funny to see Greg kneeling down in front of me between my legs. He reached out and grabbed my penis. He did not seem to do it as well as the girls. I had to think about it. I’m so used to looking at my penis sticking out of my body and grabbing it that way.

I wondered what it was going to be like when it became my turn to give him his 5-minute warm up. It would be like grabbing it backwards. I’d have to “unlearn” how to do it. The girls, at least, started off fresh.

Greg did a good job keeping me hard and getting me excited. It felt funny because of the way he was stroking it and because of my dangling balls that slapped against my legs as he jerked me.

I heard my sister give her preliminary warnings. She counted down and then said, “Go!”

Brad moved his head forward and reluctantly put his lips to the head of my penis. This was a novel experience for me. I never felt something that soft and warm and wet pressing against the head.

I leaked a drop of precum and he licked it off. Just seeing his lips against my penis was exciting. I could have watched him do it for hours if I could hold out that long.

The girls, however, were becoming impatient and urged him to open up and take me into his mouth. With closed eyes, he did this.

It was a totally new sensation as my penis was enveloped in softness, warmth and dampness. I wondered if this was what it would be like to be inside a girl. But it couldn’t be, a girl doesn’t have a tongue down there that can tickle the head.

This would have been enough to get me off, but Greg increased the intensity by moving his head back and forth, fucking me with his mouth. Each time he pulled back, he sucked and that seemed to draw more blood into my penis, filling it to a hardness I never felt before.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. The combination of the swirling of his tongue and push-pull of his mouth was too much for me. I shot off suddenly.

Brad was apparently caught off guard. The girls didn’t remind us to announce that we were cumming and I just forgot in my pleasure.

He was pushing forward at the time of my ejaculation and my cock was at its deepest penetration into his mouth. I know I had to have hit the back of his throat. This caused him to gag and choke and cough.

My next squirts went into his mouth, but his coughs forced some out around the shaft and it leaked obscenely to the floor.

Both of us looked at the girls in horror. We knew the consequences of his not swallowing all my cum. The girls told us to wait and they went outside and had a conversation.

When they came back in, the announced that as long as all the cum went in the mouth, it did not matter if it stayed there but that there would be an extra point awarded if a boy could keep it all in.

I was admonished, “Michael, that wasn’t very fair. You forgot to tell us you were cumming. We won’t penalize you for it this time.

The rest of you boys, that goes for you too! If you don’t announce you are cumming, it will count as a forfeit and you will lose your points.”

“Greg, remove the bands from his penis and balls ... carefully.”

As Greg did this, I could feel the last drops of some pent-up cum that was trapped in there, come leaking out.

Emily pointed, “Greg, lick that up!”

[Day 5 – Greg]

I really didn’t want to be the first boy in the group to have to do this.

I watched as Patsy positioned Michael on the desk and decorated his penis with her bands. Why did the girls have to do that? Although it displayed our balls prominently and it did make my penis more sensitive, it made a mockery of it.

This was my penis. It is what makes me a boy. It defines me as a male. Yet, the girls were treating it (and me) as a toy. It’s like they were playing dress up with a doll.

Emily guided me over between his legs and put gentle pressure on my shoulders. It was just a light touch, but it could have well have been a thousand pounds. I felt that I was being forced to my knees, face-to-penis with my cousin.

She instructed me, “Remember, first you are going to jerk him off. It’s up to you to make him as hard and horny as you can in the next 5 minutes, but don’t make him cum. I’ll tell you when it’s time to suck him.”

I grabbed his penis and pulled on it. I could see his balls sway and swing with each stroke. I had to be careful. If I made him cum, then I’d have to lick it off the floor and still lick his dick clean. I didn’t care about losing points. So, I was gentle with him and he sat there passively allowing me to jerk him off.

He was just beginning to leak pre-cum when Emily announced that the warm-up period was over. Her command, “Go!” was interpreted in my mind as “Suck him off.”

I moved my head forward and put my lips to the tip of his penis. I didn’t know what to expect. I could taste his pre-cum. It tasted a bit like raw egg. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was bearable. If I had tasted it without knowing what it was, it would not seem so disgusting. But I knew what it was: it was my cousin’s “boy juice.” It was intended to be shot up a woman’s vagina to make babies, not to be consumed by me.

I realized that just putting my lips to the head of his organ was not going to get me anywhere and that I was doomed to kneel there until I made him cum. With a bit of encouragement from the girls, I opened my lips and slid them over the head and up the shaft. Fortunately, Michael is not a very big boy and I was able to take most of his penis into my mouth.

I sucked on it with my tongue and could feel it stiffen even more. I was getting that raw egg taste again and although I could not see it, I knew I was milking pre-cum from his body.

The girls suggested that I “fuck him with my mouth.” I got the idea. It was like eating a popsicle in reverse, instead of moving the treat in and out of my mouth, I was moving my mouth over the treat.

I decided to coordinate the motions of my head with my breathing. As I retracted, I sucked in; as I moved forward, I blew out.

I was setting the example for the rest of the boys to follow when it became their turn. I decided that maybe I should watch them closely so I could learn as well.

I established a good rhythm and was lost in what I was doing. All of a sudden, I could feel Michael’s organ swell in my mouth and his hot cum blasted the back of my throat causing me to gag and cough. I tried to “soldier” through it, still fucking his organ with my tongue and mouth, but I could feel his cum dribbling down my chin as I coughed it out.

I had to stop. I think I had drained him anyway.

It was then that I was aware of what had happened. I had failed to swallow every last drop and wondered about the consequences.

Fortunately, the girls took pity on me and declared that it was a “legal” blow-job and that it would count for score and that I would not have to lick his stuff off the floor and give him another sucking off.

The girls directed me to remove the bands decorating his penis. As I did some more cum came out. The girls had me lick them up with the tip of my tongue. I could see Emily with her phone snapping a picture of that.

[Day 5 – Ike]

I didn’t have a lot of say in the matter. Brad wanted me to give him his blow job before he gave me mine. There was no discussion; just an edict from my brother.

I was sick and tired with his always trying to force his will on me. I think I found a way to get even with him.

As Brad and the girls were watching Greg and Michael go at it and the two boys were busy watching each other, I was watching Patsy and Emily.

I could see the glee in their faces as they watched my male cousins humiliate each other. They seemed to feed off each other’s excitement and somehow their excitement spilled over to me. The thought of the two girls controlling us boys was arousing to me.

I could win this game. I knew I could and in the process, humiliate my brother and better please the girls in the process. I knew I could find the motivation I needed to win by giving the girls their pleasure. They were my muses in this the humiliation of Brad.

Emily did him up with her bands and Patsy provided the timing. She said, “go” and off I went, jerking on my brother’s cock. I had to risk bringing him to the brink and possibly making him cum, but I took the chance. I wanted to come in first in this contest, if not overall, then at least with my brother.

I jerked him until I felt him get hard and then backed off, giving him a moment to slide back from the edge. Then I jerked him again bringing him closer. I must have brought him up and down at least three times in the warm-up period. I knew I had him when I started to see the first drop of pre-cum. I managed my strokes carefully to milk out drop after drop until the countdown. Then I jackhammered him with my first. I was sure I had him on the edge of cumming.

I immediate wrapped my lips around his penis before it had a chance ejaculate into space. I moved my head back and forth, sucking and blowing as hard as I could. I actually made him groan in pain, but overstimulation of his organ was the order of the day.

As much as I was concentrating on making my brother cum, my thoughts went to what the girls must have thought while watching me. I drew inspiration from that thought.

I put my tongue into action, swirling it around the head and fucking his pee hole with the tip. I forced my spit up in exchange for his spunk coming down.

I was putting so much energy into the act that I was sweating. I was giving myself a headache from the rapid tempo I set fucking his cock with my mouth.

It paid off. I could feel my brother’s body trembling in anticipation of an orgasm; a couple more pulls and it would be over. He gurgled a strained, “I’m cumming” in his ecstasy and shot his load into my throat. I wrapped my lips firmly about his shaft so as not to lose a single drop. I stopped fucking and sucking even though his cum was not complete. There was nothing in the rules about a complete orgasm. I had set the mark to beat.

I pulled away. His penis pulsed a final time and a tiny drop of semen seeped out at the tip without even enough energy to fall off.

I looked at the faces of the boys. My brother’s was still in a daze. Greg and Michael seemed to be in shock and they had a look of concern like, “How are we going to follow that act?” Patsy’s and Emily’s faces were aglow with pure feminine pleasure. I had excited them and it made me feel good.

I took off the bands as the girls instructed and the dregs of Greg’s cum seeped out. Patsy pointed at it and said, “Every last drop if you want your bonus point.”

I smiled and slowly extended my tongue and with the very tip flicked the reluctant spunk off the tip of his penis. I felt my own penis twitch as the girls giggled at this display.

I watched as Michael reciprocated his blow job with Greg. The girls were busy taking pictures of that boy-on-boy action. I kept my thoughts focused on watching my female cousins having a good time. I had to pull of phase two of my plan.

Finally, it was my turn: last boy of the day. I was hoping that the girls weren’t getting bored by this time. However, they seemed as enthusiastic as ever.

I paid attention as Patsy put the bands over my penis and balls. It was like she was marking me and claiming me as her own. I tightened my groin muscles and looked as my penis swelled with the exertion.

I smiled as Brad knelt down before me. I’m sure he was thinking forward to the part of getting me off with his mouth. I had set a high bar for him to clear. I doubt that he was paying attention to the task literally and presently at hand: warming me up.

Once again I was playing a dangerous game. If I did not get excited enough, if I failed to peak during his manual manipulations of my penis, I’d go into his mouth ready to shoot. I was certain I could not last long if that were the case.

Emily gave him the start signal and he started to stroke me. I concentrated on the tightness of the bands on my penis and balls and in addition to presenting them for display to the girls, how they trapped blood and made the organ harder and more sensitive. I tightened my own crotch muscles in response.

I looked down at what my brother was doing to me. It was interesting, but I had seen a hand on my cock countless times in my life, even though it was my own. I decided to look at the girls who were looking at what he was doing to me. I watched as they took pictures and fantasized about them looking at them over and over and maybe even sharing them with their girlfriends.

I also cheated, I started to hump his fist as he was jerking me off. There was nothing in the “rules” against it. I became a bit nervous when I heard Emily announce, “one minute.” I bore down more on my muscles. 30 seconds passed and I could feel it cumming. It was only a matter of time and I had enough of that.

Emily had barely started her countdown, “10, 9 ...” and I came. I shot off spraying my brother in the process. I missed his face, but managed to hit his chest and stomach as he pulled back. In the process, he let go of my penis, ruining the ejaculation, but I didn’t care. I already won the contest on points (4 points for first place plus a bonus point for swallowing it all) and had caused my brother to forfeit.

I really did not care where I placed for the rest of the competition. I beat Brad sexually in the presence of all to see!

[Day 5 – Brad]

This was a silly-assed contest. I hated the girls more than I could possibly think I could. Who did they think they were, making us boys do all these things. They were just girls and younger girls at that. It wasn’t like they were “real girls.”

But then there were the pictures and they were taking more of them every day. I had to figure out a way to get through this for the remainder of the trip and I had to figure a way to get back at them when we got home.

For the moment, all I could do was comply. I was dismayed over how easily the other boys surrendered to the girls demands. There was hardly a peep of complaint from them as they docilly did everything the girls demanded of them.

Even my own brother was a patsy in Patsy’s and Emily’s hands. The twerp even seemed to be enjoying it.

I did have to admit: sex-wise, I was having fun. I had been jerking off since grade school and never had it felt this good. However, I preferred it being on my terms and not the girl’s. At the moment, I’d even settle for even terms. We should at least see them get naked.

I’ve heard that girls masturbate too. I wondered how they did it.

It wasn’t fair. They were making us boys perform sex on each other. How I would like to see them have sex with each other. We did get to see them kiss a bit and I did like that. One of the magazines showed women doing that and I jerked off to it a lot.

But here I am, naked before my two female cousins, one of them putting elastic bands on my penis and balls while the other stood there taking pictures and having her finger on a stop watch waiting for me to perform like some trained circus animal.

I made Ike suck me off first. I had to get used to the idea and watching Greg and Michael do it didn’t make it any easier.

Ike must have very talented hands. He had me going almost immediately. I made a mental note: it might be embarrassing to ask him, but based on his performance here in the schoolhouse, my younger brother seemed to really know how to masturbate and I might learn some things from him.

He had me hard and excited almost from the word, “go” as it came from Emily’s lips and almost brought me to orgasm with his hand a couple of times. By the time Emily said, “go” the second time, my cum-dam was ready to break.

Ike swallowed my whole penis to the hilt. I was surprised that he could take my entire organ in his mouth. Then he started fucking it with vigor. My organ was being massaged from all sides. It was being rubbed with his cheeks and he was doing things with his tongue that even a girl’s vagina couldn’t do.

He put so much energy into sucking me off that I could feel my trussed-up balls slapping against his chin. I felt the urge to ejaculate. Normally it lasts for a couple of seconds, but in this case I went from urge to cum in milliseconds. I delivered my load and he was sucking harder than I was able to push it out. It was a paralyzing cum. I was glad I was leaning back on the desk; my legs were too weak to stand.

The girls were impressed. He literally got a standing ovation as they came closer to watch. They even seemed to have forgotten to take pictures. I don’t think there was enough time.

I was drained out as he withdrew his mouth and I leaned back harder on the desk.

I was barely conscious as Patsy directed him to take the bands off and lick the remaining drops of cum from my penis.

I pretty much sat out watching Michael suck off Greg. I had to recover my physical strength. Ike seemed to be very much into watching the activity.

Finally, it came time for me to perform. I still wasn’t thinking too clearly as I assumed my position between my brother’s legs. I was wondering if I could take his penis in my mouth and I was almost as certain that I could not put on as good a show as he did. I neither had the motivation nor the strength to get through it.

I concentrated on his funny balls as I knelt between his legs for his warm-up jerk off. I was in a zombie-like state finding it difficult to keep my mind on the big picture. Instead I watched as his silly balls swayed back and forth as I jerked him off.

His ejaculation took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it. I suppose if I had watched him earlier, there would have been signs I’d notice, but there were none that I could see. One moment, I was jerking on his dick, the next moment he was showering me with his cum.

I was so surprised, I let go. I flinched and pulled back as his first shot nearly hit my face. His second shot was very weak and from there on his cum just sort of flowed out.

I was in trouble and I knew it. Not only did I forfeit the points, I had to live up to the additional penalty of licking my cum off the floor. I was hoping the girls weren’t serious about that.

“Lick him clean,” Patsy scolded.

I felt like such a failure.

The girls directed me to take of his bands and that produced additional dribbles of cum that they made be lick off his penis.

‘You can’t make me lick it off the floor.” I complained. “It’s dirty. I’ll get splinters in my tongue.”

The girls nodded. “Yes that’s true.” Patsy said. “Look at all the cum stains on the floor! We’re going to keep our promise not to hurt you boys. We don’t want you to get sick.”

“So that’s it?” I thought, “I can get off the hook without having to suck off anybody, all I have to do is make him cum in the first five minutes.”

It was not to be.

Emily stood before me with her arms folded across her chest. “You disobeyed orders. Since we can’t make you lick the floor, we’ll have to punish you in some other way. Patsy and I will spank you.”

I heard the words, but they did not make an impression. They sunk in slowly and as they did my stomach seemed to sink with them.

I found myself over Patsy’s lap without fully remembering how I got there. She raised her hand and brought it down on my left buttocks. Then reality set in. Here I was a six-foot, nearly 200 pound teen boy over a little girl’s lap and she was spanking me. I had age, height and weight on her yet she was in control.

I have to say this, she didn’t spank hard. But hearing Emily giggle made me blush. More embarrassing was listening to my male cousins snigger. There was no doubt that I had lost control over them. I’m the one being spanked by a girl and they’re not.

The girls were right. They weren’t out to hurt us. I’m sure Patsy could hit harder than that. They weren’t sadists; they were not out to inflict pain on us, but they did enjoy embarrassing and humiliating us. To my mind, that’s a worse torture.

Emily took her turn spanking me and I got up from the experience with a warm and tingly butt. It actually felt kind of nice.

It wasn’t so bad until she dropped the second part of the punishment on me. “Since you failed to suck your brother’s cock, you will suck everybody else’s cock.” Turning to the rest of the crowd, she said, “Line up boys, Brad’s got a special treat for you.”

It was a nightmare that I could not make go away. First Michael, then Greg and then Ike put their penises in my mouth. Since they already had one orgasm, I had to suck long and hard to make them cum.

The girls had beaten me. Not only did they dominate me, but now they also made me submit to my younger male companions.

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