Saw Mill Ridge

Saw Mill Ridge 6

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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Note: There is no Day 6 – Day 6 was the completion of the suck-a-thon, with the boys doing the same things under the girls’ direction, just with different partners until every boy sucked every other boy.
[- Day 7 Patsy]

The last three days was every girl’s fantasy. My cousin and I had our male cousins completely under our control.

We made the boys suck each other off in every possible combination including the bonus suck-offs that we made Brad do the first day.

I reviewed the scores as the boys stood around us, naked with hard penises pointing at us. That said a lot that they were sufficiently excited about the potential for sex that they were aroused in spite of our humiliation of them.

“It looks like Ike won the suck-a-thon with 11 points. Greg and Michael tied for second with 10 points each, and Brad is in a distant fourth with only 4 points.

Added to the points from the previous days, Ike and Michael are tied for first with 21 points each, Greg is nipping at their heels with 20 points and Brad is bringing up the rear with 13 points. It’s still anyone’s game as we go into the final round.”

I smiled as I revealed the plan that Emily and I thought up for them.

“Today and tomorrow Emily and I have a special treat for you boys. We call it a cock fight.

You boys will be paired off and stand facing each other with your penises touching. When we say ‘go,’ you will rub your penis against your partner’s penis to try to make him cum.

The boy who makes the other boy cum is the winner and moves onto the next round which will be to play the winner of the other pair.

The loser will have to lick his cum off the winner’s cock.

The winners play each other – or should I say, play with each other, and the winner of that match gets to choose the girl of his choice to jerk him off.

Everybody gets a point just for participating, but if you lose, you don’t get to move on to get more points.

The overall winner gets an extra point.”

Leave it to Emily, my math-whiz cousin to come up with a scheme like that. I don’t understand it, but it’s fun watching the boys compete for points.

We had the same pairing line-up as we did for the suck-a-thon. So the contest would take two days. This would bring us up to the end of our stay at the cabin.

[Day 7 – Emily]

I simply loved this idea! I got it from a section I read on the web site on frottage. Officially the definition is to derive sexual gratification by rubbing one’s genitals against an object or person. Of course, it described men rubbing their penises against a fetish object, but it also described men rubbing their penises against other men’s penises.

I imagined it being one-on-one, but the site described multiple men doing it. I guess it depends on how many men you can squeeze in there. It’s something that gay guys do. I know our boys aren’t gay but we can make them do gay things. I don’t think that would be as much fun for us girls if they enjoyed it.

In a sense they do enjoy it, since they are getting it off and I think the novelty of the experiences we girls introduced them to makes it more fun for them.

I was excited to see this frottage in action although I like the term “cock fight” even better.

Poor Brad was so far behind in the point count, that I rigged it that he could not possibly catch up. I know that Brad hates to lose, but losing in a contest that involves sex would be an exceptionally hard blow to his masculine ego.

I knew if Patsy and I could take him down, the rest of the boys would go with him.

It was so funny watching Brad and Greg go at it. They were as clumsy as a pair of hippopotamuses trying to do a ballet. They stood there banging their cocks together in a comical duel of blunt instruments.

Eventually, they did get down to a more synchronized routine, seeming to take turns rubbing the heads of their cocks against each other. Lubrication was not an issue as both boys were dripping pre-cum at a prodigious rate.

They were at it for about 15 minutes and Patsy and I were wondering if maybe this was too difficult. Maybe boys can’t cum this way. We waived the 5 minute warm-up and wondered if that worked either against their cumming because they weren’t as worked up or gave them more time to make the other boy cum in the contest.

At last we saw Greg wavering. His body was stiffening up and he had a difficult time concentrating on his rubbing. Brad apparently saw this and went in for the kill, fucking the underside of Brad’s penis with the head of his own.

Within seconds it was over. Brad let go a gush of semen all over Greg’s crotch and organ. We made him kneel and lick the older boy clean.

Up next were Ike and Michael. The boys apparently learned something from watching the other two boys do it. The quick-cumming Ike lost the contest in under 10 minutes.

From there on out, things only got better as by now every boy had at least some experience with penis-to-penis sports.

By the second day of this contest, Patsy and I came up with a neat idea. When decorating the boys’ penises with the hair bands, we decided that before putting the bands around the base of their balls, that we would “daisy chain” the two sets of hair bands together with rubber bands.

A single rubber band was just long enough that if the boys stood penis-to-penis, there would be just the slightest tug on their balls. We decided that if we wanted to, we could daisy chain more rubber bands to the hair bands and have tug-of-war contests with their ball sacks. Unfortunately, we did not have time for that.

We also discovered that that although one penis was too skinny to keep a band on, two penises overlapping were held nicely in place with the bands. Sigh, too many ways to play with a penis (or two) and not enough time.

I recorded the results. I’d figure out the point count later. Patsy also recorded the results but as videos on her phone. She has a better phone than me. My card was almost full.
[Day 7 – Michael]

I was paired with Ike for the first go. I knew he was bigger than me; the girls measured us a couple of days ago. The results were still on the blackboard. It didn’t matter that the magical math the girls came up with made me the winner. My wiener was still the smallest. Besides, everyone could see. We stood naked next to each other a lot over the past week.

But touching each other cock-to-cock just made it more obvious.

I wondered how I would fare in what was literally “head-to-head” competition with an older boy.

I watched Brad and Greg go at it and saw how effective a coordinated rubbing technique was. That’s what I decide to try if Ike was willing.

Fortunately, Ike was willing.

It felt really funny rubbing my cock against his. I couldn’t tell who was masturbating who. All I knew was that it was a pleasant sensation and as much as my objective was to get him off, I felt the urge to get myself off.

I felt that I was getting close and swirled the head of my penis more furiously around his. That’s when it happened: Ike came.

His semen gushed out of his penis and covered mine. It felt so hot! It was also very exciting and I nearly came myself. I certainly wanted to, but the girls had declared me the victor and I was to save myself for the next round. I didn’t know how well I would do there since I was already on the verge of cumming.

I laid back and fought the urge to cum as Ike licked his cum off me. Physically, it felt good. Psychologically, having an older boy service me made me feel really important.

I won the first round!

[Day 7 – Greg]

I was up against the biggest gun in the house. I looked at my “tinnie penie” compared to his. It was a David and Goliath contest, but looking at Goliath did not intimidate me. Quite the contrary, it impressed me and actually made me a bit excited.

Since there were two boys in competition at the same time, the girls trussed us both up with their bands. Like esquires helping their knights to do battle, each girl took a boy and laced the bands over his cock and around his balls. The girls divided the bands up evenly between them. They each chose their favorite colors to dress us in. Emily “dressed” Brad and Patsy did me.

Emily seemed to be fond of bright colors like yellow, green and orange while Pasty favored the purples, pinks and blues. Both girls threw in blacks and reds for variety. I don’t know why I noticed this trivial thing.

We were the first boys to do this and had no idea of what to do. The girls took their time positioning in place but left the final arrangement to us.

Brad started by swinging his massive dick like a club and beating me over the head with it. I tried to parry his blows by swinging up as he was swinging down, but we could never seem to get a good volley going. We had a series of glancing blows and even a few total misses which caused the girls to giggle.

So Brad switched tactics. Instead of trying to club my organ into submission. He decided to stab at it.

I decided that I would stand for this tactic. Let him do all the work. Let him rub himself against me. It didn’t matter who did the rubbing, the result should be the same.

It really didn’t work like that. Brad was attacking my penis from underneath in its most sensitive spots. So I countered with swirling my penis around his as he made his thrusts. Judging by the tittering from the girls, they seemed to be enjoying the show too.

I hated to admit it, but Brad seemed to have more staying power than me. The battle was wearing me down. Every time the head of his penis brushed against mine, I felt a little trickle of precum leak from my penis.

This was accompanied with the gradual tightening of the muscles that cause ejaculation. They tensed up and then relaxed just a little but they did not relax to the point where they started. It was only a matter of time. I could not hold out. My cousin was going to make me cum with his penis and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

So I surrendered to him. I stood still and allowed him to rape the underside of my penis. Even then it took numerous strokes for him to push me over the edge. Then like a stoke of lightning, I came in a blinding flash. At least that’s what it seemed like to me.

I pumped and my muscles pushed and my semen went gushing out all over my victor’s penis. I stood there, the vanquished, but I was very satisfied. I didn’t care about the points, but I knew I’d like to do this again. I even endured licking his penis clean with a smile on my face.

[Day 7 – Ike]

Of all the contests that the girls had made us do, this had to be the most embarrassing. The other contests were unique in that they were something that could only be done to a boy. You couldn’t do those things to a girl.

Of course the girls made us do these things to ourselves and each other, but a girl could jerk a boy off and she could also suck him off too.

This thing that they were making us do now was different. It could only be done to boys by boys. It was like they were making us the instrument of our own punishment.

It drew attention to the fact that our penises, the very thing that defined us as males, were merely toys for the girls to play with. They could do anything they wanted with them and they could do anything they wanted with us including making us debase ourselves for their pleasure.

The thought of these young girls’ dominance over us boys should have frightened me and it did, but strangely, it also excited me. I was literally shaking with the thought of being an actor in a play directed by the girls.

I think, maybe, the other boys liked the sex part of the games we were playing. I seemed to respond to the control. I had conflicting thoughts in my mind. I both hated the girls for what they were doing to us, but I seemed not to be able to get enough of it.

I don’t think that it would have been as much fun if us boys had come up with these ideas on our own or did them solely by ourselves. Having the events orchestrated and witnessed by the girls tweaked a sexual tension knob in me.

For some reason, even their silly point system appealed to me. I was tied for the lead and that gave me a certain satisfaction. Being in the lead was nice, but the real victory was over Brad. As my older brother, he was frequently the victor in any of our competitions. This was something I could beat him at.

I found the excitement of girl-directed, penis-to-penis competition too much for me. I lost all my matches. It really didn’t matter. It felt good and I still wound up beating my brother.

[Day 7 – Brad]

My heart sank as I hear Patsy rattle off the scores. It was a silly contest. It didn’t mean anything. Yet I still hate losing. Even more I hate losing to younger boys. What was wrong with me? I’m normally king of my hill.

Now not only am I a king subjugated to the will of a couple of tween queens, I was ranked last among the boys.

The only saving thought was that the days of our being here in the country were coming to an end and I hoped with them, our – my humiliation. I haven’t given thought beyond that.

There may be time for revenge or evening the score, but I’ll deal with that when I get back home. First, I’ll have to get back control even over my own brother.

I went into this latest round of masturbation with determination. I would not have a repeat of my humiliating defeat in the suck-a-thon.

I demolished Greg in our first competition and I didn’t look back. Then I took on Michael and took him down to win the first day. I selected Emily to jerk me off since I think it was her idea to have this silly contest.

The second day, I took on Ike and beat him with one ball tied behind my back. Michael also won his contest, so we faced off again. It did seem like a hockey face-off. The girls “dropped the puck” and we smashed at it with our sticks.

I vanquished Michael in our rematch to prove that I was the best at this game.

I won both days, so there was no need of a play-off as the girls originally anticipated.

This time I choose Patsy to jerk me off. Spread the wealth.

[Epilogue – Patsy]

I couldn’t believe how fast our summer vacation was over. I guess that time does fly when you are having fun. I certainly know that Emily and I had fun.

The boys, for all their initial reluctance, seemed to have fun too. They were less complaining and more compliant as the days went on. They became more docile and willing, cum after cum. There must be something to be said about taming the beast by making him cum.

In the end, we had surprising results. The boys finished the competition in inverse age order. Michael came in with 25 points, Greg with 24 and Ike with 23. It was a close competition and undecided even until the last day.

Brad came in a distant last with only 17 points. Although he finished strong, he scored miserably in the suck-a-thon and never closed the point gap.

It was fun keeping score, I think it added to the embarrassment for the boys, especially Brad. It reminded them that to us girls this was a game and that we were making them perform for our enjoyment. Making the boys do all these things really made me feel good about being a girl.

I’ve always been close to Emily, but sharing these experiences with her, really drew us together. I know I would never have had the courage to confront the boys on my own, but with her moral support, I was able to overcome my fears. United we stood against the boys and divided they fell.

When we get home, I’m going to spend a lot of time downloading the pictures and videos we took of the boys and then sharing them with her. Between us, I am sure we have hundreds of them. It will be fun to watch them over and over and even share with some of my friends.

It’s also nice to know that we have them to keep the boys in line in the future. We haven’t discussed plans in detail yet, but I’ve a feeling we’re not done with the boys yet. There are family events, and Brad and Ike live close enough.

I’ve already dictated terms to the brothers. They will continue to suck each other off. There are a number of Saturdays where their mom is out and my parents are off and doing their things. They can set up their web cam and put on a show for me. Brad obviously needs the practice and Ike seems to enjoy it so much.

Emily and I made a similar demand on Greg. Being a solo boy, there isn’t much he can do except jerk off for us, but we intend on making him do that just to maintain our dominance over him.

I leave it to Emily to discipline her own brother. Of course, I expect her to take pictures and videos and share every juicy detail with me.

I’m also looking forward to getting on that web site that Emily told me about. She’s given me her account information.

[Epilogue – Emily]

I don’t know what I am going to do when I get back to school. They’re going to ask me to write an essay on what I did on my summer vacation. I certainly can’t tell them about this!

All I do know is that Patsy and I had fun. I don’t think I could have done it without her. Her enthusiasm made me enjoy it even more. I’ve made up my mind. This is something that girls should share. When I get back home, I’m going to tell my best friend, Ellen, all about it.

My relationship with my brother is, of course, changed forever. He’ll have to live by my rules from now on. I love my brother and I won’t do anything to harm him, but this is just too much fun to pass up. I have a lot of time, so I can go easy on him.

There’s another reason why I have to let Ellen in on this. She’s told me that she has a crush on Michael and I suspect he likes her too. He used to tease her a lot when she was a little girl. He’s stopped doing that. Either he’s growing up at last, or he likes the girl.

I think the boys had a good time as well. We certainly taught them some new things! I think they are more comfortable with their bodies, particularly my brother – towards the end he wasn’t even blushing that much. I think they are willing to explore sex more deeply, so we actually did them a favor.

I know we made them do a lot of embarrassing things, but if the size of their erections, the hardness of their penises and the force and volume of their ejaculations is anything, they liked them.

Greg seemed interested in playing with his penis and watching the other boys play with theirs. None of the boys claim to be gay, but Greg seemed to have a keener interest in watching penis play. The other boys just sort of hung back and watched from a distance when they weren’t “on stage.”

Greg paid as much attention as we did and I think watching the other boys made him as hard as it made us wet. Maybe he’s bi-sexual. If so, he should get himself a boyfriend as well as a girlfriend. They could have a lot of fun together.

I have my suspicions about Ike. He was “fast on the trigger” and came faster than any of the other boys. But unlike the other boys who seemed interested in either getting it off or getting it over, he seemed to strive to put on a good show for us girls.

He was proud of his penis and liked to put it on display for Patsy and me. I think if we had handled his penis a bit more when putting the bands on them, we could have made him cum before he even started any of the events.

I’m sure he liked the attention we were giving his organ and I don’t think he would have had as much fun if this had been a boys-only event. I honestly believe that if we girls told him to suck himself off he’d bend himself in half trying.

Brad, on the other hand, seemed to be most reluctant of the boys. He’s the oldest of our generation and a boy to boot. He’s been used to having his own way about things for the past 15 years. Not calling the shots was a big blow to his ego.

Patsy and I picked up on this right away, so he became our special target. Take down the big man, and his minions will follow. Besides, it gave us a certain satisfaction to see him “cut down to size.”

The icing on this revenge cake was that he lost the contest to all the other boys. Once he fell behind in the point count, we saw to it that he could never make it up. I have to admit that he did cum on strong in the end, but it still wasn’t enough.

I think Brad enjoyed the sex but objected to it being forced on him not only by kids younger than him, but female kids at that.

I think the other boys will go away with mixed memories: the days and numerous acts of shame and the better-than-average orgasms. I’ll bet that when they look back on the experience they’ll blush, but they will also get hard.

Brad is of a different sort. I could sense his anger under the surface, but he did keep it in check. He’s going to take more time to break. I think Patsy and I will have to send him the pictures and videos we have of him sucking off the other boys and of us spanking him to remind him who is in charge and to keep him in line.

I don’t think we’ll have any problem with the other boys in the future. I think we could have them drop their pants at the drop of a hat. But Patsy and I still have work to do with Brad. We’ll see if we can enlist Ike to help us out with breaking him.
[Epilogue – Michael]

This has been the most embarrassing two weeks of my life. I hadn’t been naked in front of anyone except my doctor since I was about 6 years old.

When I learned about the magazines and the beer and the plans Brad and Ike had for us, I was scared. I didn’t know if I could even get naked in front of other boys, much less masturbate in front of them.

It got a little easier when I saw them naked and doing it. Still even then, it took all the will I had to lower my pants and jerk off. I wish I hadn’t. I had just barely done that when I heard Ike yell and saw the girls standing there.

If I could have just held out longer, they would not have had a naked picture of me. I could have escaped what happened next. I think I could live down being caught with the beer, but I can’t survive pictures of me naked and doing it getting out. It’s bad enough Patsy and my sister have them.

Now I was not only seen by the girls, they had photographic proof and I was forced to show myself to them and let them touch me and do things to me and make me do things whenever they wanted.

I think I would have rather died. However, they made the other boys do these things too and I took some comfort in that the girls’ total attention was not on me.

It would have been bad enough if these had just been some anonymous girls, but they were my cousin, Patsy who I’d see too often enough and my sister who I would see every day.

Emily’s already told me that she has “plans” for when we get back home. I hope they don’t involve her friend, Ellen. It would ruin whatever chances I have of being her boyfriend.

[Epilogue – Greg]

This summer did not turn out the way I figured it would at all. I was hoping to drink beer, look at dirty pictures, jerk off, and do some fishing and hiking.

I got to do some fishing and hiking but the girls kept us busy most of the time.

I was looking forward to jerking off with my cousins. I talked about jerking off with some of the other boys in my class, particularly my friend Steve, but never got the nerve to do it with them. I was really curious if other boys did it the same way I did.

So, when the girls caught us, I was disappointed. I thought they would tell on us and our fun would be over. Instead, they let us continue. I would have rather not had them standing there watching us do these things, but we did get to do them.

I’m of mixed mind about the bands they put on us. That was very humiliating, but it did keep us hard and it certainly made our balls stand out. My cums were a lot better when wearing them.

I asked the girls where I could get some and was set upon by my male cousins.

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t do it to yourselves if you had the chance,” I came back. “It feels better to have it all trussed up like that. It makes it more sensitive and I can feel my balls swinging when I jerk off.

I like the way that looks and I like the way that feels.

Go ahead and laugh, but I’m going to use them because they’re fun.”

“That’s a great idea,” Patsy said. “All of you boys should get some and wear them when you show off for us on the computer.”

“See what you did?” Brad snarled. I just ignored him.

Emily ignored him too. She said, “I guess you can get them in any drug store or supermarket in the hair care section. I think I got mine at WalMart or maybe Target. Look around. The gel kind like these are harder to find. They have a cloth covered kind, but I think considering what you plan to do with them, stick with the gel kind like these; they’re easier to clean.”

In one sense, I do owe the girls a debt of gratitude: I was curious about oral sex and wanted to bring it up with the other boys, but didn’t have the courage to do so. The girls gave us no choice.

I knew I’d like receiving it and I figured I would have to give it in return. It wasn’t that bad. If that’s the price to pay, then I’m willing to pay it.

I particularly liked rubbing my penis against the other boys. I’m glad I won through the first day so I could go onto the next match and do it with the winner of the other contest. I was disappointed the second day when I lost to Brad. I was actually hoping the girls would make us play a “losers” bracket so I could do it again.

I wonder if I could talk the other boys into repeating this experience. Maybe I can bring the subject up with Steve. First I’d have to get him to masturbate with me.

[Epilogue – Ike]

It’s been quite an experience. I was looking forward to looking at the magazines and jerking off. It would have been two weeks of glorious jerking off.

But the girls put an end to that. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and saw them there taking pictures. They would have scared me even if they hadn’t been taking pictures. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there and then all of a sudden, there they were.

I nearly climaxed with the shock. Then it took some time to sink in who they were and what they were doing. That’s when I was finally able to recover and call out.

They ran off and we were still in shock. Nobody said anything for a moment and then all of a sudden, everyone started talking at once.

Brad suggested we get dressed before they came back. I sort of did that in a zombie-like state. I didn’t see a lot of sense in it: the girls had already seen us.

They did return and they made us get undressed. This seemed to be more humiliating. Being caught naked by girls was bad enough, but being made to get naked was worse and having to do it to ourselves was the worst of all.

It might have been bad enough if it was just me, but all of us boys were caught. It was a wholesale defeat for the boys and a total victory for the girls.

What’s more is that the girls are younger than us. We’re older; we should be in charge – boys or not. So here are a couple of kids and they are bossing us around.

I can’t explain it, but whenever I get embarrassed by girls, I get hard. This certainly happened here. I was hard every moment I was naked before the girls, in fact, just their presence made me hard even when we were with the family and everyone was dressed.

I’d wake up from a dream about the day’s event with a hard-on pushing up the covers like a tent pole.

I liked the way the girls played dress-up with our penises using their hair bands. It made them more sensitive and made the ejaculations even better. But it also made them look silly and added to our humiliation.

Brad asked the girls where he could get some hair bands. They were enthusiastic about the idea. To tell the truth, I kind of liked it myself.

Michael is lucky, he can probably use his sister’s. I’m going to feel funny buying them. I’ll have to figure out a way to get to the store on my own. I certainly couldn’t explain why I was buying them with my mom or dad standing there. At least I won’t have to explain it to Brad.

[Epilogue – Brad]

Where did it all go wrong? I had everything planned. Then Emily and Patsy showed up and ruined our party.

I thought we had limited the damage to a one-time affair and that once they deleted the pictures from their phones, it would all be over with. I hated being tricked like that. It never occurred to me that they could have made backups.

So now we were stuck having to go through day after day of sexual humiliation with the girls in charge.

And worst of all, it’s not over yet. They still have the original pictures and more. I think they are smart enough not to show the pictures to our parents; that would get them in trouble too.

They might show them to their friends and that’s OK. I don’t like the idea of girls seeing pictures of me, or any other boy, like that, but I don’t know any of their friends and they don’t know me. I would hate if any of the girls or boys I knew would see them.

Poor Michael. He has a live-in tormentor: Emily and if she shows her friends, it’s likely that they know who he is. There is also a good chance that the girls also go to his school. He’ll never be able to show his face again in public.

What concerns me is if the pictures get out “into the wild.” Those sort of pictures have a way of going viral.

Having the girls do these things – it’s worse than that – having the girls force us to do these things to ourselves and each other was bad enough, but what really made me feel bad was that there was no resistance – not even passive resistance. The other boys meekly submitted to what the girls told them to do.

Worst of all was my brother, Ike. He seemed to actually enjoy what the girls were making him do. He not only sold out to the enemy, he went over to the enemy.

I could have slapped Greg when he asked about where to buy those stupid hair bands. That put the idea into the girls’ heads that we should get some and wear them when we showed ourselves to them.

Oh yes, this ordeal isn’t over by a long shot. We’re required to show ourselves and perform for the girls on the computer routinely. I wish I were like Michael or Brad: they are solo boys and they can’t do anything with other boys. Well, maybe Emily can do something with Michael.

But Ike and I have each other and the girls already told us that we’d be sucking each other off and rubbing each other off. I can almost tolerate the penis-on-penis stuff but I really hate sucking my brother off especially since the premature ejaculator was the reason I had to suck off all the boys in one sitting – that is sitting for them, kneeling for me.

I do have to admit that the ejaculating under the girls’ watchful eyes was better than anything I had ever experienced before, but I think that was because – and I hate to admit this – the bands made out penises more sensitive, and the novelty of what we were doing. I would have never thought of doing those things on my own.

Even if we were totally off the hook, I still would still do some of them now that I know how good they feel. It’s just that I don’t like the idea of being made to do them, especially by a couple of little girls.

I haven’t figured out what to do. I’ll try to enjoy our weekly exhibitions for the girls. I have to figure out a way to get control back over my brother and my cousins they should be responding to my power, not Girl Power.

But at the moment, it seems that I am doomed for at least a couple more years until I graduate and go to college.

[Epilogue - Author]

The girls did establish their realm. They coordinated with each other on what activities to make the boys go through. They knew the boys’ schedule – or at least the boys’ parents’ schedule – so they knew when they would be alone and could perform for them.

Emily invited Ellen into her confidence and had her in attendance most of the times when she made Michael perform on camera for Patsy. The two girls eventually invited other girls to participate. Mostly these were girls who brought their younger sisters to see what boys looked like. Unfortunately for Michael, the older sisters were girls in his and his sister’s class at school.

Ellen thought it was sweet that Michael did these things for his sister, blackmail or not, and enjoyed having him as her submissive boyfriend.

Patsy, for her part, invited two of her friends, Audrey and Bonnie, to witness the weekly performance of the boys. Audrey and Bonnie had older brothers and the three girls schemed to entrap them.

Greg convinced Steve to become his masturbation partner. The two boys put on shows together for the girls’ amusement. Eventually, Greg convinced Steve to participate in other games as well. On one of her visits, Emily got to meet Steve’s younger sister, Susan, and filled her in on what the boys were doing. She made them perform for her on the spot. She invited her to their video conferences and sent her pictures and videos: especially of Greg and Steve doing things together. She, too, now owned the boys and was not hesitant in inviting some of her friends to witness the boys’ performances.

In fact, in one of the videos she streamed to the girls, Susan was on camera first. Then there was a knock on her door and she said, “Come in.” Two of her friends came in each with a naked boy behind her. In the girls’ hands were dog leads. The other end of the lead was attached to the boy’s balls clipped to the band surrounding them.

Brad was still somewhat of a hold out, but with the girls’ backing Ike was convinced to force him to participate. The girls sent some of the pictures they had of Brad to Ike and Ike used them to get Brad’s girlfriend into the act. She, in turn, brought in her 12-year-old sister.

Ike really liked performing for the younger girl.

With the exception of Brad, all of them were looking forward to next year’s trip to Saw Mill Ridge.

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