The Magic Key

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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“Stephanie?” my brother asked.

“Yes, Stephanie.” Mom replied, “Do you have a problem with her?”

“No, not really. It’s just that I didn’t think of her as a babysitter.”

Stephanie is in high school. When we got our computer, she’s the one we hired to set it up. Dad and mom are OK with computers, but Stephanie really knows her stuff. To tell you the truth, I didn’t think of her as babysitting material either. But I guess a girl does what a girl has to do to earn a couple of bucks. Sometimes you are so good at what you do that you put yourself out of a job. Since we hired her to set up the computer, we haven’t had to call her back. The only problem is that she has the parental controls screwed down so tight, it’s like watching a Disney film.

“She comes highly recommended by the Jensons. I’m sure you’ll like her.” Mom explained. “She’ll be here on Friday while your dad and I are playing cards.

My brother protested, “Mom, she’s only 15, I’m 13. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“First of all, she’s 16. Secondly, I can’t leave you alone at night. It’s OK when you kids get home from school; that’s only a couple of hours.

You do need a babysitter. If you are as mature as you say you are, then you should have no problem with her being here. Besides, Sarah is only 11 and she needs someone here for safety’s sake if nothing else.”

When my brother and I got alone, I asked him, “What’s the problem with Stephanie? She seems like a nice person. I thought you’d like her; she’s a pretty girl.”

“Oh, she’s OK enough. It’s just that I don’t like her She’s the one who set up our computer.”

“So?”

“Well, she set it up so we can’t go to any interesting sites.”

“I don’t think mom wants you looking a pornography.” I said, even though I was curious about what some of my friends were telling me. Worse yet, was what I saw at the last sleepover. Mary Jennings showed us some pictures of naked men. We only got a quick glance and almost got caught doing it.

“It’s not like that. I don’t want to look at dirty pictures. It’s just that there are some sites that I can’t get to and my friends can.”

“Oh, sure. St. Charles the Chaste. If you don’t want to look at naked women on line, then why do you have that magazine?”

“What magazine?”

“The one under your mattress. Mom had me strip the bed to do the laundry and I found it there. You really should find a better place to hide that thing. That’s the first place moms look.

Oh, don’t worry about it big bro. I’m not going to tell mom or dad that you have it. If you want to look at it, that’s your business. Just don’t try to give me this bullshit that you wouldn’t look at pornography on line if you had the chance.”

“Well, I’m not going to get that chance thanks to Stephanie.”

“I’m sorry bro. Life’s not fair. You’re just going to have to go to your friend’s houses.”

“Yeah, but if I’m there, I can’t …”

“Can’t what?”

“Never mind. It’s none of your business.”

I had an idea what kind of business it was, but I wasn’t going to press the issue at that moment.

Friday night came and so did Stephanie. I’m always a bit apprehensive when we get a new babysitter, not that we’ve had that many. I’ve heard horror stories from some of my friends about how some of their sitters were control freaks.

Fortunately, Stephanie wasn’t that sort. She told us, “Look, you kids are old enough to take care of yourself. I’m here mainly for safety. It’s the weekend. I suggest you get some homework out of the way, but I’m not going to force you to do it.

You can watch what you want on TV, within reason and there isn’t a set bedtime. I can trust you to take your own baths and showers and brush your own teeth.

I’ll check up on you to make sure you’re OK, but as long as you’re not getting in trouble, I’m not going to tell you what to do.

My only ‘rules’ are: keep the noise down. I have some research I have to do. Also help me clean up after dinner and don’t ‘trash’ the house. Make sure you pick up after yourself. Other than that, you are free to do what you want to do.”

My brother went off to his room to play games on the computer. Stephanie insisted he keep the door open so she could keep an eye on him. It was more like keeping an ear on him since the games were noisy enough but apparently below her tolerance threshold.

I curled up in front of the TV.

Stephanie worked at the computer in the kitchen. When I went out in the kitchen to get a drink I was shocked at what I saw. There was a drawing of a boy’s private parts on the screen!

She noticed I was there and called me over. “What’s the matter?” she asked. I just pointed at the screen.

“Oh that! Don’t get upset about it. It’s just a medical site. I’m doing a biology project on comparative anatomy. Don’t tell me you don’t know what boys look like?”

I blushed.

“It’s OK, you can tell me.”

“Well, it happened when I started school. I might have been in kindergarten. My friend Karen made her little brother make pee for us. Also I think I remember seeing Chuck. We used to take baths together, but that was a very long time ago. I hardly remember anything about it.”

“I mean a big boy.”

I blushed but admitted what I had seen at the sleepover.

“Well, don’t be ashamed about it. It’s very natural for girls to be curious about sex at your age. How would you like it if I could set it up so you can do some research of your own?”

“I’d like that a lot, but mom would kill me if she caught me.” Then it hit me, “How can you get to this site? Didn’t you put controls on the machine? Mom and dad are going to see the logs.”

“Oh that,” she laughed. “That’s if you are logged into Windows. I’m not.” She pointed to a memory stick in one of the ports. “That little thing is my computer. I’m just using your machine’s hardware for human interface and connectivity.”

OK, enough geek talk for me. She saw I wasn’t getting it and went on. “It’s a Linux system. Your computer boots up in a completely different operating system and windows doesn’t even know I’m here.”

“How does it work?” I asked.

“I’m sure you don’t want the technical details, so I’ll just tell you how to make it work. You shut down the computer, plug the key in and turn the computer back on. When the login screen comes up, you enter in your user name and password and that’s it.

The user interface is a bit different, but you should be able to figure out where things are. You can download all kinds of stuff and do just about everything you do on windows.”

“Except that you can browse anywhere you want and the nannyware doesn’t stop you.” I added.

“Yes.”

“Where can I get one of those?” I asked.

She looked around as if someone were spying on us. “I can make one up for you. It only takes a couple of minutes. Do you have a spare memory key.”

I didn’t answer that question. I just ran off and got it. “It’s got some stuff on it, but you can erase it.” I offered.

I watched in fascination as she performed her geeky magic. The next thing I know; she’s handing me the stick. “And now for the ‘smoke test.’” She shut down the machine, plugged the stick in and rebooted. A strange screen came up. She asked me what user name and password I wanted.

Minutes later, she shut down the computer and pulled out the stick and handed it me. “There you go,” she said.

“And this will work on any computer?”

“Yes. You’d be hard pressed to find a computer so old that it won’t work. Everything you have in this house should work just fine.”

“I’m looking forward to getting to some more exciting sites.”

Stephanie laughed as she booted up her own stick, “I thought so. I have a feeling about you. You are a very mature and confident girl. I’m sure you are capable of finding the ‘research material’ you are looking for.

Let me ask you a question, how would you like a site with stories about girls just like you who are in charge of their brothers and other boys?”

“You mean like the girls tell the boys what to do and the boys have to do it?”

“Exactly.”

“Even get naked?”

“Especially get naked.”

“And the girls can spank them?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sign me up!”

“Let me show you where it is.” She led me to a site called, Forced Nudity Story Archive. “There’s no pictures on this site, but there are a lot of pictures of CFNM elsewhere.”

“CFNM?”

“Clothed female / naked male.”

“Oooh. I think I’d like to see pictures of naked boys in front of girls.”

“Well, mostly the pictures are of adult men and women. Sometimes the women even make a party out of it. But you can probably find some photoshopped fakes of naked boys in front of girls.”

I was so excited, I felt like my insides were being twisted in a knot.

“Now I don’t have to tell you to be very careful with this. I trust you. Don’t let anyone catch you. We’d both be in trouble.”

“OK,” I agreed.

There wasn’t much I could do that night so I went back to watching TV. My parents were around the whole weekend, and I had to wait until Monday after school to try it out. We had about 2 hours after school every day where my brother and I were unattended. Nominally, he was in charge, but pretty much got absorbed playing games on his computer and as long as I didn’t bug him, I could do what I wanted.

I stuck the stick into my computer and booted it up. The strange login screen appeared and I entered in my user name and password. I was now free and clear to navigate. I immediately went to the sites Stephanie recommended.

Reading the stories about girls dominating boys really excited me. I began to wonder: are there girls really like that? If so, how do I get to be one? Do boys really want to be dominated by girls? I’ve heard that most pornography is produced by men. If men are writing these stories, did they really grow up with their sisters, cousins and other girls in charge of them?

Some of the stories even had moms forcing their sons to be naked in front of their sisters. Even their younger sisters! I can’t imagine mom ever doing that with Chuck and me.

I spent the rest of the week looking at the sites and getting excited. I discovered the concept of female domination and even the words turned me on. I really wanted to share this discovery with my friends. Based on some of the “girl talk” at our sleepovers, I know that some of them would like it. Maybe there really are dominant girls like in the stories. At least I now have the knowledge and confidence to talk more about it.

With this knowledge came power. Now that I knew about boys’ secrets, I no longer felt intimidated by them. I was beginning to feel more and more proud to be a girl.

After the first week, an idea hit me. My first thought was to sell the stick to my brother. But then I’d have to give up my pleasures. Besides, I couldn’t trust him with it. So I did the next best thing.

I booted up the stick on my computer and then called to my brother, “Hey Chuck, come here. I have something to show you on my computer.”

“Let me put my game on hold. This better be good,” he said, seemingly annoyed.

His attitude changed as soon as he came in and saw what was on the screen. “Holy shit, how did you get to that site? Mom’s going to kill you, you know, when she finds out.”

“Mom’s not going to find out.”

“Oh yes she is. She got on my case for just trying to log into some sites. She can tell.”

“Maybe. But don’t worry about it. This is my computer and if anyone will get in trouble it would be me.”

“I’m going to tell her.”

“No you’re not.”

“Why?”

I pointed to the screen and said, “That’s why.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t want to look at this? I’m offering you a chance to look at all this kind of stuff you want.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But there’s a catch.”

“What’s that?”

“You pay me to watch. I’ll let you have this first hour free to see if you like it. Starting tomorrow, it will cost you.”

“How much?”

We haggled a bit and settled on an hourly rate. I was willing to give up the first hour of my fun time every day if I was getting paid for it. Besides I got to stay and watch, not that the kind of stuff my brother was looking at always interested me.

After the first hour, I’d kick him out of my room and close the door so I could have my fun. He’d go into his room and close the door. I didn’t hear him playing any games and had a good idea what he might be doing in there.

He had no idea what I did to get the computer to come up in this magical system. I had the key plugged into the back of the computer out of sight, when the computer booted up, I had a choice to go to regular windows (which I did for homework and writing papers and Facebook and all the normal things) or to Linux and X-rated browsing. I made sure nobody was around whenever I booted up.

He was really hooked on viewing. He’d come to my room straight from the school bus, hoping to squeeze in every minute of viewing. He even made offers for double the rate to extend his viewing sessions.

I had a better idea. I learned a lot about boys from the stories even though I knew they were fiction. I wanted to turn some of that fiction into reality for me.

As he was viewing, I asked him, “Does it get hard when you look at this stuff?”

“Does what get hard?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Does your penis get hard when you look at the pictures?”

“What do you know about that?” he replied.

“Come on. I don’t live under a rock. I’ve had the classes at school. My friends and I talk about boys all the time and I have this”, pointing to the screen.

“Oh.”

“So does it get hard?”

“I suppose so.”

“What do you mean, ‘suppose so?’ Don’t you know, can’t you feel it in your pants?

“Yes, I can feel it.”

“Is it hard now?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see it?”

“What?”

“Can I see your hard penis?”

“No, I can’t do that, you’re a girl.”

“Yes, I know I’m a girl. So are they,” again pointing to the screen.

I let him sit there in silence for about a minute and then went on, “I’m your sister. So are you going to do it?”

“If I show you mine, will you show me yours?”

“That’s not the way it works. I’m not the one with the hard-on. Besides, I don’t have anything like what they have there,” once again pointing to the screen.

“Look,” I went on, “looking at this stuff obviously gets you excited. I can see that even with your clothes on.

So you sit here and look at this stuff and get hard and get frustrated and then go to your room to jerk off.”

“What!”

“Oh, don’t think I don’t know what boys do. I know what it’s like. I’ve seen men do it on the computer and some of my friends told me they’ve caught their brothers or male cousins doing it.

So why don’t you just ‘fess up’ and admit it?”

He didn’t say a word but nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. “I tell you what. Instead of watching now and jerking off later, why not jerk off while you actually look at the screen. Why make yourself frustrated and delay your satisfaction. You can take care of things as they happen. Wouldn’t that be more fun?”

“I can’t do that!”

“Oh yes you can. I’m only your sister. I won’t tell anybody. I already have a good idea what I’ll be seeing. I’ll have fun. You’ll have fun. What’s the problem?”

“I just can’t.”

I pushed the power button on the monitor and turned it off.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to shut down the computer. If you’re not going to do it for me, I won’t let you watch anymore.” I figured that since the carrot didn’t work, I’d try the stick.

The stick did work.

“OK, I’ll do it,” my brother conceded.

I was surprised; I didn’t expect my brother to capitulate so suddenly. I thought that I would have to subject him to a day or two of abstinence before he’d surrender to me.

I watched my brother stand up, undo his belt, unzip his fly and pull both his pants and underwear down. I wasn’t really expecting this either. I guess with as hard as it was, it would have been difficult to just take it out of his fly and do it.

Now that I had him compliant, I turned the monitor back on.

By this time, I had seen my fair share of penises on the internet. Some of them were huge and some were so tiny that they looked like little buttons. I also knew that penises grew faster than boys’ bodies up to a point. Whereas little boy penises were about pinkie sized, big boy penises were much larger.

I estimated that Chuck was between 5 and 6 inches. I knew that eventually I’d get an exact measurement. I think that a penis is a funny looking organ, but some are better looking than others. My brother’s organ was good looking – for a penis. Right now it was fun to look at. He had some hair above it and on his balls as well. A lot of men on the internet were completely bald there.

Although I had seen much more impressive penises on the internet, my brother’s was special to me. First of all, it was real; it wasn’t some picture. It was my brother’s; not some stranger’s and he showed it to me because I asked him to do it.

As he sat back down, I noticed that he was already leaking pre-cum.

I watched as he wrapped his right hand around his penis and attempted to use his left hand to navigate the site. I made him an offer, “I’ll do the clicking. You just tell me where and when to click.”

My brother started by pulling the skin on the shaft over the knob of the head, at first slowly but then with increasing tempo. He was soon up to about one stroke a second and kept at it for several minutes.

Then, I could tell something special was about to happen. His body tensed up and he could no longer utter commands for me to click the next link. He doubled the speed of his stroking and his face had a twisted, painful look although I am sure pain was not involved.

I had read in some stories that the girls required their boys to announce when they were going to cum. There was no need for that with Chuck. His entire body told the story. I didn’t know where I wanted to look. There was something going on in his face and I wanted to see it at the moment of truth.

Yet there was the impending event in his penis. I had to look there. I knew that I’d have many more opportunities to watch him do this for me.

He gave several strained grunts and he came. It took me by surprise even though I knew what to expect. This white arc of fluid spurt forward. I’d seen it on the internet. Some men did it better than others. My brother did it better than most. Even though he was sitting in a chair, he shot it onto the desk, almost reaching the keyboard. There was a huge amount: perhaps a tablespoon or more, and I found out that there was a lot more where that came from.

His second shot was almost as equally impressive and he kept delivering them, again and again until the distance and volume diminished and he collapsed with exhaustion.

When I looked around at the aftermath I was astounded. Pools of cum were everywhere. I wonder how much he shot. I’d have to figure out a way to collect it all sometime. Right now the issue was with the clean-up. This task I delegated to my brother who I made stay half naked as he did it.

I felt excited. I can’t explain it. I could look at the videos on the computer any time I wanted. I could see bigger penises any time I wanted. I only had access to my brother on school days and that was at the expense of my viewing time. I think the special excitement I was feeling was because this was real, and it was under my control.

In the days that followed, I pressed my advantage. For one thing, I made my brother get completely naked. This wasn’t really necessary. I’ve seen the good stuff already and he routinely went topless. It’s easy enough to put the two pieces together. However, my brother felt uncomfortable being completely naked. That’s precisely the reason why I made him do it.

I had to keep him off balance while I came back, day after day, more confident. Following up on ideas I read in the stories, I’d make a suggestion there or plant a thought in the other place. Slowly and steadily I was bending him to my will. I took control of his viewing habits and more and more we visited the sites I liked to see: those on Female Domination.

I had him act out some of the scenarios in the pictures and the stories. I even took pictures and videos of him doing it. He objected, of course, but turning off the monitor brought him around to my way of thinking. I promised him that if he behaved, that I would keep them to myself.

-=o=-

After a couple of weeks, Chuck came to me and wanted to talk. “Um, Sarah, can I ask a favor of you?”

In the past, I would not have been disposed to doing favors for my brother, but ever since he started jerking off for me, he’s become a lot nicer.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s about the computer.” he faltered and then stopped.

“What about the computer.”

“Would it be OK if I brought somebody over to watch?”

I thought about it. I felt like I had already broken my promise to Stephanie by bringing my brother into this. However, her warning wasn’t don’t show anyone; it was “don’t get caught.”

I kind of liked the privacy and if I must say it, the intimacy of sharing this experience with my brother. But the thought of two boys masturbating for me turned me on.

I gave it some thought and then said, “It’s OK, provided that he submits to the same conditions as you: he must be completely naked and he must jerk off while watching and I get to take pictures if I want. Who is it?”

“Nick Trent.”

“Nick? You mean, on the basketball team Nick?”

“That’s the guy.”

“Wow!” I managed to say almost under my breath. Nick was 16. At least I think he was. He was at least a year older than my brother. All the girls talked about him. Of course it was all in vain. He was so much older than us; he didn’t even know we existed. And now I’m going to see him!

I had to calm down. “Why would he want to do this?” I finally managed to ask.

“Promise not to tell?”

“Yes. Go on.”

“Well, Nick and I used to do it at his house. He had a couple of hours when his parents were out on a Saturday but they caught him and took away his computer. When I told him about what we do, he asked if he could watch too.”

“You did tell him that you got naked and jerked off for me?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s OK with that?”

“Yes.”

“OK, but at the first sign of trouble, he’s out of here and you’re cut off too.” Nick might be the boy-hunk, but I had to maintain my control.

My brother actually jumped up and kissed me on the cheek, “Thanks, sis. You’re the greatest.”

Nick arrived the next day with my brother right after school. I explained the rules to him.

“I assume my brother has told you what goes on here?”

“Yes.”

“I mean it’s more than just getting to look at dirty pictures on the computer.”

He nodded.

“I get to approve what you boys look at and even get to choose sites of my own.”

Again the nod.

“And you have to be naked. I don’t turn on the screen until that happens. Do you understand that?”

Once more a nod.

“Tell me you understand that you will have to be naked.”

“I understand.”

“Say the whole thing. I want you to tell me that you have to be naked to watch the pictures.” I was pushing it more than I was comfortable but it was exciting me.

“I understand that I have to be naked to watch the pictures,” he responded.

“Good. Remember, I control the computer and I control you boys. I’m in charge and you must obey me. If either of you disobey me, then no computer.”

I let him get away with another nod.

I couldn’t believe it: a 16-year-old boy volunteering to get naked for a 12-year-old girl and jerking off for her. His addiction to pornography must be overwhelming to be willing to submit so readily. I wondered how many other boys were so “hard up.”

Well, that wasn’t my problem but I decided to take advantage of it. “So what are you boys waiting for? Get undressed.”

My brother was quick to disrobe. In fact, this is the longest we waited before getting naked since we started doing this.

Nick was more hesitant, but once he saw my completely exposed brother, he hastened his pace and soon joined him in his nudity.

I looked at Nick’s body. It was an athlete’s body: trim, but muscular. I’d have more time to look at it in the future. My eyes soon rested on the important part. His penis was longer than my brother’s. The comparison was easy since both boys were erected.

“Come over here and stand in front of me,” I commanded.

Nick did so with his hands behind his back.

“Stand still.” I can’t believe that he took my orders so submissively, like a well-trained dog. “I’m going to measure you. Chuck is five and three quarter inches. Let’s see what you got.”

I fumbled with the ruler but managed to use it properly. “Six and almost a quarter. Not bad! Is that as big as it gets?”

He looked at his toes and mumbled, “Yes ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” I’m a girl at least four years his junior and he’s calling me “ma’am.” I can get used to this. I turned to my brother, “At least he’s polite. Why don’t you call me ma’am?”

“Yes, ma’am,” my brother submissively said. Yes, the word sounded nice coming from my older brother’s and his friend’s mouths.

“Time to get this show on the road,” I said, turning on the screen. My Linux wallpaper was a close up shot of my brother masturbating taken at the moment of climax. It was a far cry from the puppies I had on the Windows side.

“OK boys, why don’t one of you surf while the other jerks off. I’ll sit back and watch.”

I was in Girl Heaven! Just weeks ago, I never would have dreamed of having a boy naked for me and masturbating at my command. And now I have two of them at my beck and call.

Having two boys was more than twice as much fun as having one boy. Relieved of my duties of controlling the computer, I could give more attention watching the boys masturbate. I decided to let one boy masturbate while the other surfed so I could enjoy watching each boy perform for me. However, I was curious as to who could cum the fastest or shoot the furthest. I’d have to arrange contests for that in the future. There were other things they could do together that I was wondering about, but I’d have to take my time thinking about them.

My brother was first up and as usual put on a good show for me. He took over surfing and then it was Nick’s turn. I expected pretty much the same show, but was pleasantly surprised. Both boys used basically the same general technique for jerking off – I wondered if there were some sort of school where boys go to learn it. However, there were subtle differences.

Compared to Nick’s technique, my brothers masturbatory act was somewhat crude. Chuck simply wrapped his fist around his organ and pulled the skin over the head. Nick did something similar, but he also moved his hips and sort of fucked his fist. In addition, at the “top” of each stroke, he’d move his thumb over the head and then back. It was a much more exciting show.

I imagine that this produced a lot more stimulation, and that theory was validated when he came in less time than my brother. I wondered if his more refined method was due to his greater experience with masturbating himself. As far as the actual ejaculation went, Chuck was still the champ: he shot more of it, shot it further and got more shots off. Still, I’d never turn down an opportunity to see Nick do it.

Then the thought hit me: when do boys start doing this? I heard that all teenaged boys do it, but they’re not born that way. My inquiring mind wanted to know. “So when did you guys start jerking off. How old were you when you started?”

I knew that was a very personal question and didn’t expect the boys to volunteer the answers. They just looked at each other hesitating being the first to answer. I had my answer to that: I turned off the terminal. There were a couple of “awws” but no actual complaints.

“The sooner you boys answer my question, the sooner the show resumes. So who will be first?”

Chuck answered first, “I started when I was about 6. I know it felt good when I touched myself down there. I just sort of rubbed it around then. When I was 9 I caught a boy jerking off in the bathroom at school. He stopped immediately, but it gave me the idea. At first I had ‘dry cums’ they felt really good. But when I turned 12 I started having wet cums and they were really nice.”

“How about you Nick?”

“I didn’t start until I was 12. I had a wet dream and I didn’t know what it was at the time so I confided in my older cousin. He told me if I made it happen during the day, then it wouldn’t happen at night and he showed me what to do.”

“Did you ever do it with him again?” I asked.

“No, it was a one-time thing. It’s kind of embarrassing doing it with someone else watching, even if it’s another boy.”

“And yet you did it in front of me while I watched and I’m a girl?”

“You don’t understand what it’s like being a guy. You get hard all the time and you girls don’t make it any better: the way you dress and strut around. It’s embarrassing to pop a boner when you’re out with friends; it’s not cool.

It’s especially embarrassing to let a girl see you like this.”

I concurred. My friends and I would sometimes be on the lookout for tenting in the front of pants of the men and boys we’d see walking by.

Nick went on, “So jerking off and cuming helps keep it under control. Jerking off by itself is good, but jerking off to stuff like this is even better. It intensifies the experience; you cum faster and harder and with more stuff. I really can’t get enough of it.”

“Well, if you want more of it, just come back here any time,” I smiled. “I guess this means you’re having fun.”

He laughed, “You bet. Thanks for letting me do it.”

“Well as long as you are a good boy and obey me, we’ll get along just fine on that account.”

I allowed Nick a certain degree of freedom for his first couple of visits. Both of us knew I had him on a lead, and it was time for me to shorten it.”

Of course I got pictures and videos of Nick doing his thing. Like my brother, he objected at first, but like my brother, with a bit of blank screen time, he also surrendered.

I decided to take the game to the next level. After watching (and photographing) Nick experiencing a spectacular cum, I told him, “If we are going to keep doing this I want a favor.”

“What is it?”

I filled him in on my plan. He didn’t like it, but besides from threatening to cut off his access to porn, I also had the pictures. He knew he had to obey.

-=o=-

I checked my watch. It was 11:12. Time to put my plan into action. I was at the mall with my friend. “Stacy, let’s sit here for a while.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m tired.”

“But we just got here. There’s so much shopping to do and so little time. Besides, I want to go over by the game store and see if there are any cute boys there.”

“I promise, I’ll let you do all the boy watching you want.” Little did she know what I really meant by that.

“Ohmigod!” she suddenly squeaked.

“What?”

She cupped her hand and whispered into my ear, “There’s Nick Trent.”

“Where,” I said feigning ignorance.

“Over there by the card store.”

Of course I knew Nick would be there. It was part of the deal I made with him. Well, since he was naked at the time and I was fully clothed, it was more like a deal I dictated to him. I hope he played his role well.

Nonetheless I played along, “Do you think he saw us?”

“Get real, Sarah. He doesn’t even know we exist.”

I saw him check his watch. Show time!

“Oh no, look,” Stacy said, grabbing my arm, “He’s coming this way.”

Indeed, he was. He came straight up to us and said, “Hello Sarah. It’s nice seeing you here.”

I thought Stacy was going to die. She just sat there with her mouth gaped open. If she held it that way any longer, she’d start drooling.

“Hi Nick,” I said in response. “What brings you here?”

“I just came by to check out a few games. Now that I’m done with that, I’m going to grab a bite to eat. Would you and your friend like to join me?”

“Oh where are my manners?” I said, feigning surprise. “This is my friend, Stacy. Stacy, this is Nick.”

By this time, Stacy had managed enough composure to close her mouth and accept his hand for a hand shake. He did more than that. He lifted it and bent down and kissed it.

I saw the look on Stacy. I knew what was going on inside her. She wet her panties for sure.

“Enjoy it, girl;” I thought, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Aloud and to Nick I said, “Of course we’d love to join you.”

I got up and walked beside Nick. Stacy followed in a trance-like state.

Stacy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to her. Nick stopped and waited a few paces away. I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. “Go ahead,” I told him, “We’ll meet you at the food court.”

Stacy hissed at me, “You’re letting him get away!”

“He’ll wait for us.”

“What is going on? He’s in high school. What is he doing being so nice with you?”

“He hangs on a lot at my house. He’s friends with my brother.”

“I guess having an older brother has its advantages even though Chuck can be a jerk at times.”

I laughed, “More than ‘at times.’”

“So what’s with you and Nick? Are you a thing or something?”

“Let’s just say that Nick and I have a special relationship.”

“What do you mean?”

I decided not to answer that question directly. “Do you remember that time we were over at Mary Jenning’s house?”

“How can I forget? It’s the first time I saw big boy penises on the computer.”

“And the last time, if my guess is correct.”

“So?”

“So I got my computer set up so it can do the same thing as Mary’s.”

“You mean you can see pictures and everything.”

“And everything, pictures, videos, stories: the whole thing.”

“Ohmigod! I gotta see that! Can I? Why are you bringing up now with Nick here?”

“Well that’s the thing. My brother and Nick watch with me.”

“Omigod! Omigod!” she screeched, bouncing up and down where she was standing. Yup, wet panties for sure.

She finally calmed down enough to say, “Tell me all about it. How did you get your computer to do it? How did you get your brother to watch? When do you do it? How often? Do you see pictures of naked men like at Mary’s sleepover? Give me the details.”

Her rapid-fire barrage of questions was so comical, I actually had to laugh. “OK, for starters, I get this ‘special key’ that opens up my computer and bypasses all the filters. The filters don’t even know I’m there.

As for getting my brother to watch: c’mon Stacy. He’s a boy! All I had to do is tell him that I had pictures of naked women on the computer and he came begging to me to see them.”

“I can’t imagine any boy begging a girl for anything.”

“You don’t know much about boys, do you?”

She kind of screwed up her face and I let her think about that one. I decided to leave that part of her education for later, so I went on. “We do it every afternoon when he gets home from school. He can’t wait to get to my room to watch.”

“He’s a boy. I bet he looks at pictures of naked women. I remember seeing them at Mary’s house. Some of them are OK; a lot of them aren’t fair to the women in them. They didn’t make me feel good to look at them. How does that work out for you? Why would you let him do it? What’s in it for you?”

“Well, he does look at naked women. At least it started out that way. You are right; some of the pictures are really gross and turned me off, but some of them weren’t too bad: they show both the men and the women naked.

However, since I control the computer, I get to select what he sees. Eventually I got him around to looking at sites that are more friendly to females.”

“What do you mean by friendly to females?”

“I mean there’s this thing called CFNM – that stands for ‘Clothed Female, Naked Male.’ It’s where the women stay dressed and the men are naked.”

“No way! They do that?”

“They must. There’s quite a lot out there about it. Some are even clubs where women go and men apparently dance for them naked and even let the women touch them. However, there are also what seem to be private parties.”

Stacy blushed but giggled, “I’d like to be at one of those parties. Can you imagine a birthday sleepover with real naked boys to look at?”

“Keep that thought,” I advised her. “C’mon, let’s go find Nick.”

“But are you going to let me come over and see your computer?”

“Of course I will, but you’ll have to promise to keep what you see a secret.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she said swearing a childhood oath.

“Fine, we’ll discuss it later. Let’s eat.”

We arrived at the food court and saw Nick sitting at a table. He hadn’t even ordered his own food yet. He had a soda and was sitting at the table. “I saved a table for us, girls,” he said as he stood and smiled to greet us. “Why don’t you get your food and then I’ll get mine.”

“Watch our stuff,” I commanded as I dropped off my purse and packages. I nodded to Stacy to do the same.

Nick blushed at the blunt command, but only said, “yes.” I smiled inwardly as I almost heard a “ma’am” tacked on. This wasn’t leather-clad, whip-wielding female domination, but it was domination nonetheless and I was in control. Besides you have to “domesticate” boys one step at a time. Given the number of men I see holding women’s purses as they shop, I’d say it was a step in the right direction.

As we walked toward one of the food stands, Stacy whispered in my ear again, “I can’t believe he actually waited for us!”

“Well, he has to be extra nice to me or I don’t let him see the computer.”

We got our food and returned to the table. Once again Nick rose and smiled at us. “You girls have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

As he started to walk away, I called to him, “Nick, come back here. I have something to tell you.”

Stacy was shocked not only by the sharpness of my order, but by the way Nick simply turned and obeyed me. He stood there submissively in front of us, head bowed and hands folded in front of his crotch.

“I think it’s time to do that thing we discussed the last time you were over my house.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said as he stood there. I let him stand there just for a moment and then said, “Well, go do it!”

Stacy was still in shock, “What thing?” she asked.

“You’ll see.”

Nick walked off in the direction of the men’s room.

Several minutes later my phone pinged: a picture had arrived. I looked at it and smiled. It showed a “point of view” shot of a boy’s erected penis sticking out of his fly.

I turned the phone towards Stacy and said, “Tell me what you think of this?”

“It’s a boy’s thing!” then she looked at it for a couple of seconds and said, “That’s Nick! That’s his shirt, pants and shoes.” She blushed a deep red and after a couple of minutes of silence said, “He took a picture of himself like that? Why?”

“Remember I told you that Nick and I have a special relationship. Well that relationship is that he does what I tell him to do. I told him to go into the men’s room and take a picture of himself.”

“Why would he do that? Why does he have to obey you?”

“That’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we get to my house. Let’s just say that if you like this picture, you’re going to love the rest of them that I have of Nick and my brother.”

“Your brother has to obey you too?”

I just smiled and nodded.

By this time Nick had returned. “Good boy,” I told him. “You may have a seat.”

Stacy was visibly shaking and was so upset that she could barely touch her food. Nick sat there in silence and never got more than a soda for his lunch. I ate ravenously.

We managed to finish our lunch (or at least I did) and pressed Nick into driving us home. Mom’s car was still gone which was a good sign. She was out to visit a sick friend in the next town over and said she would not be home until late at night.

I opened the door and let us in and called for my brother. “Chuck, come on down. It’s time to look at the computer.”

Stacy screeched and put her hands over her face as my brother came down the stairs, wearing absolutely nothing.

“Ohmigod! He’s naked!”

“It’s a condition: any boy who wants to look at the computer has to be naked.” I explained.

“Does that mean that Nick …” Stacy couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Yes it does.” I turned to the other boy and said, “Time to get naked.”

With a simple, “Yes ma’am,” he started to undress.

I was absolutely sure that if I pushed it any harder, I’d have to revive Stacy. “Here, have a seat. I think you’ll need it.”

Turning to the boys I said, “Why don’t one of you get something for Stacy to drink? Get something for me too. Shopping is such thirsty work.”

The two boys went off, both apparently vying for the most submissive boy award.

Stacy just sat there and stared. “Please don’t wake me up,” she managed to say. “This is the greatest dream I’ve ever had.”

“It’s not a dream,” I replied; “It’s a way of life. Welcome to the world of female domination.”

“Female domination, what’s that?”

“It’s the world in which girls rule and boys obey. I’ve done a lot of reading on it ever since I got my computer updated.”

“And more than reading it seems,” Stacy said as the two naked boys returned with our drinks.

“I’ll download some articles and send them to you. You’d be surprised what some women can get their men to do. There’s a lot of stuff out there obviously written by men and it’s crap, but there are a few sites owned and operated by women that really seem to know what they are talking about.”

I turned to the boys and said, “So who goes first, today?”

“I do!” my brother piped up.

“First?” Stacy said.

“First to jerk off. One boy browses the web while the other watches and masturbates.”

“Oh wow,” Stacy said almost out of breath as she watched Chuck wrap his fist around his penis and started jerking. She was of mixed mind. She wanted to watch my brother, of course but she also wanted to see what was going on on the screen.

I at least had the advantage. I had seen a lot of this material before. I had to: I’m the one who approved it. It featured a lot of CFNM but also showed other acts of femdom from foot worship to women using strap-ons. I was still experimenting with my likes and dislikes as were the boys. I could tell by their level of excitement what turned them on the most. It was so much fun learning together.

She watched with rapt attention as first Chuck and then Nick masturbated and then ejaculated for us. I don’t know who was more drained by the end of the day: the boys or her. She certainly needed the trip to the bathroom to “freshen up” before she went home.

Needless to say, once word got out – Stacy is a bit of a blabber mouth – I became very popular with our circle of friends. Although I had the occasional girl over to see a live performance, we never did contrive to get naked boys at our sleepovers. However, I did bring my magic key.

The girls were confused at first. “Don’t you have to do that on your computer?”

“I do,” I said, holding up the memory stick. “This is my computer. It converts any other computer into a machine on which we can watch whatever we want and it also contains all the videos I took of my brother and Nick masturbating and doing other things with each other.”

“How can I get one?” was the usual question.

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