SpyWare V

SpyWare V
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Disclaimer: This story mentions a discussion board known as FemNet. There are several domains in cyberspace with this name as part of their name (It's also for sale). The FemNet discussion board in this story is totally fictitious and has no connection whatsoever with any real domain, site or discussion board.

Spyware V

I somehow managed to get through the rest of the week with little problem. A couple of times I woke up in the middle of the night with an uncomfortable cramped sensation as I probably had a nocturnal erection. I did notice a stickiness at the tip of the device. It wasn't a full wet dream, but I am sure I was leaking a lot.

The first day was really bad in the morning. Mom took me out to inspect me and wash me. Of course, I got erected, but it went go down after a while, especially when she turned the shower to full cold. I was shivering and chattering my teeth by the time she was done. I guess it beats running around the house naked.

I had to figure out a way to wash it while it was in the cage so mom wouldn't have to do it for me. I came up with a method using mom's liquid soap to clean myself. I poured a little on her scrunchy thing and kneaded it into a lather that I dripped into the cage. Then I rinsed it out. It left behind a perfume smell, but it felt good to have myself clean. I had to demonstrate this for mom the following morning. She took the cage off to inspect me anyway but I got her OK to do it this way.

"It looks like that thing isn't giving you any problem," she said.

"So you don't have to inspect me anymore?"

"I don't know. I still want to give it one more day. Let's see what Sarah has to say tomorrow when she inspects you."

That's the thought I had starting the day out. It made me hard and uncomfortable, but I was beginning to get used to that. At least I didn't have to shower the next morning; I normally did not shower until after coming back from sweating in my aunt's garden.

On the way over, mom gave me the third degree. "Now when you get there, I want you to behave yourself. Remember, Sarah's in charge. You'll do everything she tells you to do. Do you have that?"

"Yes, mom," I said sort of woodenly.

"And don't give her a hard time when it's time to put you back in."

"Yes, mom," I said with some annoyance.

"Look, we're doing this for your own good under competent medical advice. Behave yourself and you may get that thing off. Keep fighting me on this, and you'll wear it to college."

"OK, mom," I admitted with a lot more humility.

By the time I got to my aunt's house, I was ready to meet my fate. I had been locked up or under mom's supervision since Wednesday night. I needed to cum and I was willing to pay the price to do it. Even my aunt, in her tennis outfit was beginning to look good to me. There is something about short skirts, snow-white sneakers and long feminine legs in between that really appeals to me.

Looking at my aunt's long, tan, shapely legs, I could barely comprehend as she spoke to me, "There's really not much to do today. I'll still pay you, but why don't you just hang out at the pool and enjoy yourself with the girls?"

I was going to bring up the point that I didn't bring a bathing suit, but I didn't think I would be needing one.

My aunt called to her daughter, "Sarah, come here."

My cousin was there almost before she finished calling.

"Sarah, are you sure you're up to this?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Do you remember everything we showed you the other night?"

"Yes, mommy."

"You don't think you'll have any trouble getting it off and back on again?"

"Mom, I did it a couple of times the other night. I know what I'm doing. I'm not a little girl, you know."

"I'm sorry, but I just want to make sure. We're taking about your cousin's safety here. You're responsible for him. I don't want you to put it back on the wrong way and maybe pinch something or hurt him some way."

"I'll be careful. If you want, you can check when you get back."

"You don't think you'll have any problem with Steve, do you?"

"Mom, my friends will be here. What can happen?"

My mom stepped in at this point, "Don't worry about that. I had a good talk with Steve. He knows what will happen if he disobeys anything Sarah tells him to do. Don't you?"

"Yes, mom," I said in my politest tones hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible.

My aunt told Sarah, "I just want to be sure. I'm leaving you in charge and this isn't exactly like a normal baby sitting assignment."

"Mom, you're going to be late for tennis. Go! I'll be OK. Really! We're talking about Steven here. He's a nice boy. He won't do anything bad. Now shoo!"

That argument seemed to work. "I'll be on my cell phone except when I'm on the court."

"I love you too, mom," Sarah said with some sarcasm.

The two women left. "Sheesh, the way they treat me, you think I was a kid!"

I thought, "You ARE a kid."

Her mood swiftly changed, she was all smiles and bubbling as she took me by the hand and she literally skipped as led me to the pool. "Come on cousin, we're going to have so much fun today." I looked at her in her bathing suit; she looked every bit as sexy as she did the week before. It was difficult to believe I was related to this girl. It was getting very hot and cramped in the cage. Around her neck, as always was her chain. At the bottom of the chain, hanging together was her crucifix and THE key positioned in her beginning cleavage.

"Let's sit by the pool. The girls will be here soon. They can't wait to see you. I mean, for real."

I sat down uncomfortably across from her. We sat there in silence for a while and then she said, "You know you're going to have to do it sooner or later."

"Do what?"

"Get naked."

"I, um."

"It's up to you. You can stay in your hot clothes for the rest of the afternoon, but if you want to get it off, I'm going to have to take it off and that means you'll have to take your clothes off."

I was on uncertain ground. Finally in frustration I asked, "Sarah, what do you want from me?"

She was unhesitant in her response, "Obedience."

"What?"

"Obedience. You do what I tell you to do with no questions and no hesitation."

"And if I don't."

"Then I don't release you, and I report to your mom, and she doesn't release you either."

She let me think about that and then added, "Look, the girls and I think it's a lot of fun looking at you but we have the movies of you playing with yourself, and we can look at them any time we want to. We've seen even better shows on the internet. If it's a matter of watching boys jerk off, then we don't need you. What makes the whole thing fun is that you'll jerk off because we ask you to. You do it because we say so, and not because you want to do it. We girls will decide when you can have pleasure. We're doing you a favor. You could at least be grateful."

She pointed to my crotch and said, "You've proven yourself to be an untrustworthy guardian of that thing. That's why our moms put me in control of it."

I had to interrupt at this point, "No they didn't. Dr. GeekGirl put them up to it," I said angrily.

"OK, so I did," she admitted, "But they went along with it. Either way, that's not yours to play with anymore. It may be attached to your body, but it belongs to me. The rest of you is a life support system for what will become my favorite toy. You have no idea how popular this makes me with my friends. In fact, I could become the most popular girl in school. Every girl in my class would be fighting to get an invitation to come over and use the pool while you're here."

The thought that Sarah might be sharing pictures of me outside her small circle of friends had already crossed my mind. I had never considered her actually sharing me with other girls as well. I didn't know what to do other than appease her and hope she'd me satisfied keeping things relatively private. "OK" was all I said, and rather meekly at that.

"So you'll do it. Take your clothes off?"

"Yes"

"I think it's better for you this way. You only have to take your clothes off in front of me instead of me and my friends. I mean, once you're naked, you're naked."

Somehow, that made sense to me. I stood up and disrobed. Soon I was totally naked save one thing. "So are you going to unlock me?"

"In due time. I think I will save that until my friends get here."

As if on cue, Jenny and Diana called from the gate.

"Come on in, girls," my cousin beckoned.

The girls rounded the corner and stopped short once they got sight of me. They covered their mouths and pointed and giggled.

"Steven, why don't you get our guests some sodas? You know where they are."

The thought of getting out of these girls' sight for even a couple of minutes appealed to me. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cans of soda. As I departed, I could hear them giggling. I suppose they were looking at my rear end: a sight not shown in the movies they had of me. By the time I got back with the sodas, Wendy was also there.

Sarah merely pointed to her and back to the house. I got the idea: get Wendy a soda too.

The girls were still tittering and giggling when I got back.

"Steven, why don't you stand here? The girls want to see it."

I stood in front of my cousin. She grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so her friends could see me. The other girls gathered around. They looked at it in silence for a while and then whispered back and forth between them.

Finally, Wendy said "I'll do it." She reached out and touched the cage as tentatively as if she were testing to see if a laundry iron was hot. When it didn't burn her, she took it with the rest of her fingers and moved it around gently, exploring it and studying its construction.

Each girl took her turn examining the cage. It was like they could not believe their eyes and had to touch it to make sure it was real. I finally told them, "It's plastic!"

The girls backed off and then launched a chorus of questions at Sarah as if she was the expert, "How does he go to the bathroom? Can he take a shower with it? You mean he can't … you know?"

"He has to sit down. Yes he can. No he can't" my cousin answered.

Diana looked at me and asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Only when I try to get an erection. Otherwise, I'm getting used to it. Other than not being able to relieve myself, that is."

"We'll let you do that later," Sarah added. "Hey why don't we all go swimming?" With that she ran off and jumped in the pool. Her friends followed her. I stayed rooted where I stood.

Sarah waved to me, "Come on, Steven, the water's fine."

"I don't think so."

Sarah raised the stakes, "Either you get in, or it doesn't come off."

Reluctantly I got up and got in the pool.

Actually if it weren't for the fact that I was naked and locked in a cage, I would have really enjoyed the experience. First of all the cool water helped relieve some of the swelling and vigorous exercise always makes me go down.

The girls were fun to play with splashing and chasing them around in the water. I almost forgot I was naked, but I couldn't forget I was locked. I could feel the resistance of the cage as it swished through the water as I moved around. However, I had to admit that this part of the afternoon was fun. We were just a bunch of kids playing in the water. No boys, no girls: just kids. Even age didn't seem to be a factor. It didn't matter that the girls were a couple of years behind me.

My feelings towards the girls were confused. I hated them for the power they had over me, but I really enjoyed their company. If I could think of them in isolation, away from the dominance they had over me, I had to admit that they were just plain nice people who were fun to be with and it didn't even matter whether they were girls or boys. But there was something about their being girls in charge of me that made appreciating them for who they truly were difficult.

It was when we got out of the pool that things started to "heat up." First of all, it was a hot day. I was glad I wasn't working in the garden. But there before me were, what I had to admit, four very sexy pre-teen girls, their wet skins shimmering in the sun, hair pulled back showing their innocent faces. Their faces might have been innocent, but I am sure that their minds and intentions were not.

"It's really hot out here and the sun is strong. I'm sure we don't want to get a sunburn. Stevie, why don't you rub sunblock on our backs?" Sarah tossed me a tube of the lotion.

I couldn't believe it. I was actually going to get to touch the girls' bodies. My penis was straining harder than ever in its plastic prison.

Sarah was first and as I worked my way around to the last girl, Diana, I found that she undid her bathing suit top. She was on her stomach, so I didn't really see anything I wanted to see, but her back was totally naked. She purred at me, "Mmmm, rub it in that feels so nice. Do my shoulders."

All the girls agreed that this would be part of my duties for the rest of the summer. Sarah noted, "You know, there has to be instructions on how to give a massage on the internet. Stevie, I want you to look it up this week and be prepared to give us all a good one next week."

When I was finished, I sat down and Sarah said, "Stevie, now it's your turn. We can't get our precious toy all sunburned now, can we? Besides you're showing a lot of white flesh there that has probably never seen the light of day before. Stand over here, and we'll do you."

Diana put her top back on. How girls can do and undo clasps behind their backs is a mystery to me to this day. Soon I was standing surrounded by the four girls. Sarah passed the tube of lotion around. Each girl took a section of my body and started rubbing the lotion on it.

"Spread your legs and hold your arms out," Wendy commanded, "We need to get the insides of your legs." So I wound up in a standing spread eagle position like DaVinci's The Vitruvian Man. With 4 girls' hands on my body, I felt like I was being finger-painted by an octopus. The girls started off on the broad parts of my body like arms, legs back and torso. They enjoyed tickling me as they got to the ribs. Although it was uncomfortable, it actually helped. It helped me go down just a little bit.

Eventually they worked their way to my rear end and took turns rubbing the lotion onto the globes. Bit by bit, girl by girl, they got braver and worked their way deeper and deeper into the crack. Finally they were brushing up against my anus itself. That sent shivers up my spine.

"Bend over," Jenny said, "We have to make sure we get all of you." The other girls giggled. They were applying sunblock to a portion where, quite literally, the sun had never shined before. Each time a finger wiped it way across my anus, I flinched and my penis pumped up a little bit. It was getting downright painful in its prison.

It took the girls quite a while to tire of this game.

"Now let's get the most important part," Sarah announced. She got down on her knees in front of me. I looked down at her and could see down her bathing suit top. I've always imagined this scene, but in an entirely different context. She extended the chain and undid the lock on my cage. She removed it and my penis sprang up to greet her.

The girls no longer had an interest in the cage, but were intent on studying its contents.

She stood up and the girls gathered around to look at me. They each took a dab of the lotion and waited. Sarah was first to apply it to my penis. She applied it gently using just her fingertips.

The other girls followed her example, each handling it carefully as if they were afraid to break it. It was both rewarding and frustrating. I enjoyed being out of the cage. However, the girls were making me harder and harder with their stimulation. They were not making a deliberate attempt to masturbate me, but they were doing a good job of teasing me whether they knew it or not.

Wendy grabbed me by the balls, and I flinched. She let go immediately and said, "I'm sorry."

I looked at her and explained, "Just be careful. Us guys are really sensitive down there. You kind of took me by surprise, that's all. Please be gentle."

She smiled at me and cupped them in her fingers with a soft touch. It actually felt good. "He's got hair on these, but not enough. Do you think they'll get burned?"

"I don't know," my cousin said, "but it's going to get messy with the cream in his hair like that. Some of the men in the pictures we looked at had no hair at all down there. Now I know big boys have hair down there just like us girls, so they must shave it off. Do you think we should do that."

Jenny let out an immediate squeak and Sarah laughed, "I'll take that as a yes." The rest of the girls just went along with it.

"I guess I can borrow some of mom's stuff. Do any of you know how to do this?"

"Well, I shave my legs and underarm," Dianna admitted.

"OK," Sarah said, "but we got to be very careful. Maybe it's good for him too. It will keep him cleaner."

Sarah left me in the care of her friends and went off for whatever her mom's "stuff" was. I could see the girls sneaking peeks at me both front and back.

When Sarah returned, she had a pink funny looking disk shaped object. I could see that there were blades embedded in it. It was obviously a shaver of sorts although it looked nothing like a razor a man would use.

"Lay down on the lounge and put your legs on either side." Sarah commanded. "Di, you can sort of sit between them."

So there I was laying on my back, my legs splayed wide with Diana straddling the lounge between them. Sarah handed her the shaver and some creams and lotions. Diana worked the lotions into my pubic hair and onto my balls.

Although I was erected, she asked, "Somebody hold this out of the way," indicating my penis. Sarah nudged Jenny forward to do the task. She took my penis between index finger and thumb as if it were something loathsome.

Diana went to work carefully. The pubic hair came off rather easily. The hair on my scrotum took a lot more time.

She gingerly wiped off the excess lotion and got up.

"Gee, he looks just like Jack," Wendy said, referring to her 6-year-old nephew whom she often babysat. "Except Jack isn't that big and he doesn't stay that hard for that long."

I sat there legs flopped over the side of the lounge chair like an anatomically correct rag doll as the girls took in the sight.

"OK Steve, get up, it's time for you to do it for us," my cousin commanded.

This was the moment I looked forward to with both dread and anticipation. I was about to perform the most private thing a boy can do, and I was going to do it in the open with people watching me. What's more these other people were girls, they were younger than me, and they were in charge of me.

But on the other hand, there was the enforced chastity. Ever since I learned how to masturbate as a little boy, I had never gone without it this long before. I didn't have a choice.

"Can I kneel down and do it?" I asked, "I can do it laying down or sitting, but I don't think I can do it standing up."

"Whatever. How about you kneel on the table and we can pull the chairs around so we can watch."

I had done it in a kneeling position before. It was at a friend's house and the bathroom was my only safe haven for masturbation. Kneeling before the toilet was a convenient option, and a comfortable one too. Nonetheless, I felt very uncomfortable climbing up on the table. I had to work around the umbrella in the center and eventually had my back against it.

The girls arranged their chairs in a semicircle around this impromptu stage. They sipped at their sodas nervously as I reached for my engorged penis.

"I've never seen it from this angle before," Sarah noted, "We have plenty of pictures of you doing this from the top."

"Pictures!" Jenny squeaked, "Wait a minute." She rummaged through her bag and got out her cell phone. Wendy and Diana did the same.

"Where are you going?" Jenny asked Sarah as my cousin made her way into the house.

"To get my camera came the response." It didn't take her long, and my long-delayed performance was finally about to begin.

Sarah nodded, and I began. With all the semen I had backed up, it didn't take long. The girls, having seen me perform this act before on the computer, knew what to expect. As I started to tense and breathe irregularly, more and more pictures were being snapped.

I felt my orgasm coming from a long way off. Physically, I could have stopped long before the first spurt and it still would have come out. However psychologically, I had to keep flailing throughout the entire performance. The girls gasped as the first shot came out. I knew it was a good one even though I didn't see it. The pulse through my penis was so strong, that I could actually feel it with my hand.

My second shot elicited a screech from one of the girls.

I don't know how long I knelt there spurting like a fountain. I finally came down off my orgasmic plateau to notice that my knees and legs were aching from holding my position. I was also aware that I had stopped squirting. I let my arm hang limp at my side.

I looked down. The table had a trail of cum pointing away from me. There were large splashes of the stuff on the concrete. The girls were looking at it and me with a mixture of glee and awe.

Sarah finally spoke, "That was great, cuz. It was a lot better than you did on the computer. Do you need to get down and rest?"

All I could do was nod, and I was assisted by Wendy and Diana off the table and to the lounge chair. I lay there exhausted. I even dozed off. I was startled, by Sarah jogging my elbow and offering me a drink.

We spent the rest of the afternoon taking pictures, sitting around and playing in the pool. The girls wanted to have a picture of the four of them together and of course, at least one each with me.

At one point I got up and started to walk indoors. "Where are you going?" Sarah asked.

"I have to … you know." I was hoping to pee at least once while standing up.

"You can do it here," she insisted.

"Well, um."

"Come on, Steven, we want to see you do it," Wendy cried.

"OK, follow me."

"Now where are you going?"

"Behind the shed. I use the compost barrel." The compost barrel was maybe about 4 feet long and about 2 feet in diameter. It had a hatch into which to put the grass clippings and a large crank at the end. I turned it once a week. I would pee in it when I was too busy working in the garden to go indoors. The bacteria broke the urine down quite efficiently.

The girls gathered around as I stood before the barrel. I waited until each girl was in position to get a good look. Then I let it go. I tried vainly to ignore the giggles and titters.

The afternoon went by rather quickly after that. The moment I was not looking forward to was coming closer: being made to masturbate again, and then having the cage put back on.

The masturbation part was fun as expected. Sarah made me stand on a low table for the re-caging. The girls were quite curious about the device and passed it hand to hand to examine it closely.

The actual caging was almost anti-climatic. Sarah merely put it in place and clicked it shut. "That's it?" Wendy asked.

"That's all there is to it." Sarah replied. "You girls want to try it?"

And they did, but by the time it was Sarah's turn again, I was beginning to get erected, and it was getting more difficult to put it on. I think they stopped before they had to make me jerk off again.

The girls asked me all kinds of questions, "How does it feel? How do you wash? How do you make pee? Does it bother you when you sleep? What happens when you get hard?" I was perversely proud of my celebrity.

We played in the pool some more and lounged around until my aunt and mother got back from tennis.

My aunt asked, "Did you have fun today, girls?" This was met with a whole chorus of eager little-girl "yeses."

My mom's first question was, "Steven, did you behave yourself?"

"Yes mom."

She turned to my cousin and asked, "Well did he?"

Sarah grinned back to her, "He behaved perfectly; a most obedient boy."

Mom smiled, "Thanks for taking care of him. I'd really feel funny doing it myself. I think it makes more sense for someone his own age to look after him on this matter. Did you check him? Is he doing OK with it? It isn't hurting him is it?"

"No, he's doing just fine. It isn't hurting him at all."

"Good," mom said, "Come on Steven, get dressed so we can go home."

I had been naked so long, and gotten used to it so much that I forgot I was unclothed. I put my shorts and shirt back on and was already thinking about next Wednesday when I could get it off next. I was plotting on a way to get a hold of mom's key long enough to get it duplicated. She'd have to hide it somewhere, and she wasn't very good at hiding things from me.

As we left, Sarah gave mom a box.