A Christmas Curiosity Satisfied 4

A Christmas Curiosity Satisfied Chapter 4
By TCP

A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry

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Author's Note:

All of TCP's stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

If you intend to edit or alter this story, please only do so for your own purposes. Please only re-post or repackage this story if you give me (the author) the credit for the original draft.

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A Christmas Curiosity Satisfied
A tale of a thirteen year old boy's Christmas woes at the hands of his younger sister and girl cousins...

Characters -
The Johnsons -
Sarah Johnson (widower) - 37 years old (mother to Jack and Becky)
Jack Johnson - 13 years old (Becky’s brother)
Becky Johnson - 12 years old (Jack’s sister)

The Cousins -
Frankie Taylor (divorced) - 35 years old (Mrs Johnson’s sister in law and the twins’ mother)
Karen Taylor - 11 years old (Katie’s twin)
Katie Taylor - 11 years old (Karen’s twin)

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Chapter 4 - Christmas Holiday Monday…

Jack woke up from his troubled slumber. He had awoken into a new era and for the first time, he woke up wearing a girl’s panties. He felt ashamed and aroused all at the same time as he climbed out of bed and studied himself in the mirror. Given the constriction that the panties had around his bottom and more importantly, his front, Jack found that he was almost always semi-hard while wearing the panties.

Jack’s crotch subconsciously flexed at the thought of his boyish balls sitting in the lining where a girl’s vagina should be and he froze in fear as he felt something seep out of the tip of his dick…

‘Fuck no!’ Jack thought, recalling the threat of more punishment for soiled panties. He slipped the panties down his thighs and legs and stepped out of them before picking them up. Jack examined the panties and in particular the front of the crotch. To his horror, he saw that the pastel green material had a small 2cm diameter damp spot and Jack knew instantly that this was his pre-cum.

Jack’s heart sank and his stomach knotted as he examined the panties even more closely. He could see further dried stains, creamy white in colour and he realised that he had been leaking pre-cum pretty much the whole night where his dick had rubbed and rested against the front of the panties. Realising that there was nothing he could do about the sinful stains, he slipped on his normal pyjama bottoms, gathered up his clothes for the day along with the green panties and headed for his shower.

As Jack hurried along, he stopped opposite the bathroom and by the airing cupboard. Quietly opening the door, he stood on tip-toe to reach the top shelf and replaced the green panties. He felt around and discovered the fresh pair of panties that Becky had left out for him. They felt soft. Not wishing to dwell and risk being caught, he bundled them into the rest of his clothes, closed the door and then went into the bathroom.

All of the sneaking around and trying not to get caught was starting to affect Jack. He was breathless as he threw his clothes onto the floor and started the water running for the shower. His heart pounded and he felt very nervous. When the water had warmed up, he stepped into the shower and refreshed himself and his body in his usual, thorough fashion.

‘They might call me a ‘dirty little panty boy,’ but they can’t say I’m unclean…’ Jack thought ironically.

After his shower, he dried himself off and sifted through his pile of clothes to find the dreaded panties. He discovered that they were a delicate, lacy pink pair. They were much more girly and sexy than any of the panties he had so far seen or been exposed to. Jack slipped on the feminine pink panties and felt the material joyously tickle him as he pulled them up his thighs and over his buttocks, cocooning his genitals snugly.

Jack found himself looking at his reflection in the mirror and instead of feeling disgust and unbridled shame, he discovered that he felt and looked kind of ‘sexy’ in the panties. He ran his hands slowly over his bottom and realised it was the first time he had ever done that, even when he was wearing his ‘boy-pants.’ He felt the smooth taut material and traced his hands down underneath his testicles where it started to tickle.

As he posed ‘like a girl’ in front of the mirror, all too soon, Jack remembered his predicament and his shame returned. Again his mind raced at the knowledge that his private parts were sitting where a girl’s should be and his penis started to react. He knew that it was going to be difficult not to accidentally soil these panties too.

Little did Jack know, that was part of the trap. The girls knew that with the inevitable drops of urine and most likely pre-cum too, a boy Jack’s age was just as likely as a girl to stain their panties. And it would then be a free reign for them to punish him!

‘Get a hold of yourself Jack,’ he thought as he started to slip on his other clothes. To try and re-assert his masculinity, he had chosen to wear an England football shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. ‘Just do as they say and it will be alright won’t it? It’s embarrassing having to obey girls and have them make you do things… but sometimes it feels good right? Does it? Oh shit! Is there really no way out of this?’

Jack checked himself in the mirror again before heading back to his room. Combing his hair briefly he saw himself as a more handsome and humble boy than before. Feeling different in a nice way, he knew that his behaviour and attitude was changing and though he still hated to admit it, the girls were right.

‘Why does it have to be so humiliating?’

Hearing the hustle and bustle of breakfast starting downstairs, Jack nervously crept down and joined his aunt and mother for breakfast.

“Good morning Jack,” his mother greeted him warmly as he entered the dining room. He looked around and found that the girls had not yet made it down from Becky’s room and it was just him with his mother and his aunt.

“Hi Mom, Aunt Frankie,” Jack replied taking his seat next his mother’s.

“Sorry we were out until late last night sweetheart, and that we haven’t seen much of you since Christmas Day. Are you getting along with the girls okay?”

Jack blushed as the last 48 hours of peril flashed through his mind in an instant whirl of terror, shame and humiliation. Fiddling with his left ear, he was barely able to croak a response,

“Y-yes mum, we’re getting on fine.”

“No falling out or fighting to report then?”

“No… we’re getting on fine like I said.”

Sarah knew that Jack was not being fully truthful, noticing a slight blush in his cheeks and that he was fidgeting in his seat. Her knowledge of body language also told her that Jack was lying because he touched his ear when he made his last two responses.

“I hope the girls are not bossing you around too much,” Frankie then joined in, sipping her tea and watching Jack toying with a piece of toast.

“What do you mean?” Jack replied nervously, and defensively putting his toast back onto his plate.

“Well, there are three of them, and only one of you… You must feel a little… outnumbered? Do the girls scare you Jack?” Before Jack could offer a response, Becky, Karen and Katie bounced into the dining room. He squirmed in his seat as the girls chattered excitedly amongst themselves and eagerly started their breakfast.

He noticed Becky first, wearing her hair in a bun at the back and with a slight hint of make up on her face. Even though she was his sister, Jack felt that Becky looked very pretty as she sat there confidently in her red and white t-shirt and denim skirt. She proudly pushed her charming preteen chest outwards, her developing bosom prominent in her seemingly tight t-shirt.

Karen was dressed in a dark green sweatshirt, worn over a flowery patterned green and white dress. Again, she looked very pretty and was wearing just a hint of lipstick. Though she was most definitely pre-pubescent and as flat chested as him, she looked very demure and ladylike.

Finally Katie, hair in pretty pig-tails and with pink ribbons tying them off. She wore a simple white t-shirt with the ‘endearing’ slogan ‘Boys 0 Girls 2’ printed on it in big pink letters and like Becky, wore a denim skirt. She did not wear make up and her natural look was captivating and his crush for her deepened, even if he did find her t-shirt a little, intimidating.

“So Jack,” Frankie began again. “Do the girls scare you?” Jack blushed and the girls stopped their chatter and looked directly at him, a menacing, smug (‘we know what you did and what you look like down there!’) look in their eyes.

“Do we scare you?” Becky asked calmly, stifling a knowing grin behind her hand as she poured herself a cup of tea. Jack fiddled with his ear again and felt he couldn’t admit defeat,

“Nope, I can handle the girls just fine.” Karen and Katie raised their eyebrows in surprise, but thought better than to spoil anything with a smart remark that could land them in trouble.

“Good, we all got on just fine yesterday didn’t we Jack?” Becky asked. “And we’ll get on just fine again today huh?” Jack bit limply into his toast as he contemplated a repeat performance of the previous day. He was finding it difficult to keep himself under control in the panties and to fend off the female chit chat around the breakfast table. His struggle was not lost on the girls.

Jack then finished his breakfast and went to leave the dining room and through to the study to play a game. Before he could get to the door, Becky stood up and said,

“Jack… we’ll be done soon. Come to my room later, there’s something we need to discuss with you…” Jack blushed again and bowed his head in shame as he knew instantly what it was that Becky was referring to. He nodded weakly and was about to leave the dining room when Sarah spoke,

“Before you go Jack… And girls… Frankie and I are going out for the day again. We’ve brought some boxes of biscuits for the elderly folks at Quentin Place on the other side of Weltby. We promised that we would go and help them out today and I’m afraid we won’t be back until much later… Call me if you need to okay?”

Jack realised what this meant and briefly closed his eyes out of sight at the thought of what might happen today before making a hasty exit. The girls however were inwardly overjoyed at the prospect of more unregulated fun with their ‘slave-boy.’

With Jack gone, Sarah addressed her daughter quietly,

“Okay, I know he’s lying about you all getting along. I could tell by his body language.” Becky grinned and looked over at Karen and Katie. “What’s happened?”

“We’re just teaching him a lesson that’s all,” Becky answered in a picture of all innocence. Frankie and Sarah’s eyes lit up at the mystery of the girl’s answer. “It all started on Christmas Eve…” In a whisper as though confiding to her best friend (which her mother was), Becky revealed the story about how Jack had been such a horrible boy to her and her friends all year. That much Sarah knew. And then she revealed the story about how she had secretly and accidentally filmed Jack examining and sniffing her panties.

Sarah and Frankie exchanged a glance of initial horror, receding to humorous disbelief while the twins chuckled.

“So, I made a copy of the film,” Becky continued, explaining about how the girls had used Olly to embarrass him on Christmas Day and were seeking opportunities to change his attitude towards girls. She mentioned the race to inflate the air-beds and the game of Tennis on the Wii and how the girls were teaching him that girls were not the inferior losers that Jack had previously thought. “In fact, he is starting to realise that actually, girls rule!”

“Well, it sounds like Jack needed to be taught a little lesson and you are going about it the right way,” Frankie interrupted, surprisingly more than a little excited at the story being told. Turning to her twin daughters she asked, “And you are playing a role in this too I assume?”

“Yep,” Katie grinned along with her sister. “Tell them about yesterday after the tennis game.” Becky looked at her cousin with a flash of anger. All of a sudden Becky thought that they would all get into big trouble for what came next…

Frankie and Sarah listened with decorum, understanding and stifled laughter as Becky revealed how they had ingeniously snared and confronted Jack, shown him the film, made him strip naked and how they had humiliated him into masturbating for them. She explained that it was the girls’ turn to invade a boy’s privacy to see how he liked it. Becky justified the girls’ actions further by punctuating the revelation of their antics with how the girls were learning so much about boys and their bodies too. It was also giving them opportunities to grow more confident with boys without having to use a doll.

“I see,” Sarah said pensively. “How could I have let him get so out of control? I can see it now…”

“Then we spanked him,” Katie whispered with proud girlish excitement, taking a bite from her toast. “And I made him cry!”

“You spanked him too?” Frankie said, her eyebrows raised and with a kinky, playful grin.

“Yes, you see?” Becky said. “We’ve punished him and humiliated him to change his behaviour and attitude.”

“And… we’re making him wear girl’s panties!” Karen chimed in quickly.

“And is it working?” Sarah gasped.

“It is at the moment… he’s doing everything we say. He’s making us drinks and snacks, and he’s really showing us what boys are really like emotionally and physically given the right conditions. And because he’s desperate for nobody else to find out, he’s suddenly become very obedient…”

“And he admits that girls are better than boys now, which is neat!” Katie giggled.

“Well we all know that’s true don’t we?” Frankie added and the five females laughed quietly between themselves. “Sounds like you three have things perfectly under control with him… And changing someone’s attitude, particularly a hormonal boy, is a very commendable achievement.”

“Hmmm, maybe I should take over now and have a word with him,” Sarah said, not sure which way to turn with the developments. “He’s my responsibility, not yours Becks… this is all my fault.”

“Nonsense,” Frankie said, more upbeat. “Becky and the girls are just learning about life and the challenges of the opposite sex. Boys really do need discipline and they need to understand that females should be respected, if not revered! And if the girls have used their initiative and tactics to turn some appalling, invasive behaviour on his part to their advantage, I say good on them. It will stand them in good stead for when they have steady boyfriends and husbands… This will give them a good start in making sure they are not taken advantage of by some greedy young man…”

“Please mum,” Becky said. “He is changing for the better, I promise… and I said that as long as he obeys us, that you would never need to know what he did…”

Sarah thought for a long moment while finishing her tea. She then agreed to let the girls continue their re-education and exploration of Jack for the time being, but to keep her updated on progress.

“Send me a copy of the Christmas Eve film. Don’t let him know that I know about all this, while I think of a way to approach him about it. If the outcome is an obedient and respectful son, then I will allow you to continue with your plan, for now. Just don’t hurt him too badly okay? He’s my son and your brother… and he’s your cousin. Whatever he’s done, and however he’s gone about things in the past, he’s a human being, and he’s family okay?”

“Okay,” the three girls agreed quietly and then left the table, hurrying back to Becky’s room, brimming with renewed excitement.

After breakfast had finished and the pots cleaned and tidied away for another day, the three girls waved goodbye to Frankie and Sarah, leaving just the four children alone in the house.

A short while later, Becky had prepared her bedroom for Jack’s next lesson. Having booted up her computer, she emailed her mother the film taken on Christmas Eve, that showed her brother with the panties. Then, the confident young girl activated her web-cam, and went to the bedroom door to call for Jack to join them in her room.

When Jack knocked at Becky’s bedroom door, he heard his sister call for him to come in. Stepping inside, Jack meekly surveyed the room before obediently closing the door behind him. Becky sat at her desk and dresser, and the twins ogled their boy cousin’s every move while seated on Becky’s bed.

“Strip down to your panties for us Jack,” Becky ordered, staring at her brother with a look that dared him to defy her. Seeing Jack bite his lip with reluctance, she reaffirmed her command more sternly. “Come on, strip! We’ve got a lot to do today… put your clothes on that bed… AND be sure to fold them neatly.”

The girls collectively watched as the embarrassed boy mirthfully, and without vocal protest, obediently removed his white England football shirt. He folded it neatly and left it on Karen’s air bed. All three girls felt a twinge of excitement as the boy slowly stripped for them. It felt good to be commanding a boy to remove his clothes for their enjoyment.

“Jeans next!” Katie urged quickly, reprising her role as a newly rampant young dominant. Jack unbuckled his suede belt, then slowly unbuttoned the jeans from the top. He grabbed hold of the waist of the jeans and tugged them quickly down and off, before again folding them neatly and placing them on top of the discarded shirt on Karen’s air bed. He then stood back upright, blushing crimson and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, dressed only in his black socks and pink panties.

The twins smiled and looked directly at his crotch and the erotic looking bulge at the front of his panties. Jack could feel their girlish eyes ogling his young package and nervously looked at his sister. She was looking confidently straight into his eyes. After ensuring eye contact, she looked her brother up and down and again relished the situation of a nearly naked boy at the command of three young girls who were fully clothed. She knew he felt embarrassed to be in this position, while it equally made her feel good about herself and her gender.

Becky then moved to the top drawer of her dressing table, opened it and pulled out the pastel green panties that Jack had been forced to wear the previous day and night. Jack swallowed hard and could only look at the panties as his sister approached him and stood in front of him.

“It would seem that somebody’s been a naughty little boy with my panties again,” Becky teased as the twins chuckled silently on the bed, watching her hold the panties up in front of Jack. “Our naughty little panty-boy soiled his knickers didn’t he?” Jack blushed at what had happened with the feminine garment and could only speak with a dry croak,

“So-sorry Becky. I couldn’t help it…”

“Look at this?” Becky ordered sharply, holding the crotch of the panties up close to her brother’s face to show him the crusty little stains. “Did you play with yourself while wearing my panties last night?”

“Did you wank?” Katie giggled at the nervous looking boy.

“Noooo! I didn’t… I didn’t do that…” Jack protested meekly, looking away from the panties with shame. His body had betrayed him again, not just with a persistent erection, but a helpless collection of naughty, undeniable little stains.

“What is this then?” Becky demanded, holding the panties now just a few inches from her brother’s nose. “I can see that you have dribbled a little of your pee in them at the front… I guess that is what we have to expect from a boy… AND, tell us what these other stains are!”

“Oh Becky please! I couldn’t help it… it’s… pre-cum,” Jack whispered, closing his eyes.

“LOUDER!” Becky barked. “Tell us what these stains are…”

“It’s my pre-cum… I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop it happening…”

“Why is it in those panties?” Katie smirked, really enjoying her cousin’s shame. Jack looked back at the panties and looked away again, he couldn’t bare to look at Katie. “What do you mean you couldn’t stop it happening? If you didn’t play with yourself, how did the stains get there?”

“It just happened… it was happening all night…” Jack tried to explain through his embarrassment. “I couldn’t stop myself getting… hard… and when it keeps getting hard… it leaks…”

“What leaks?” Katie said gleefully.

“My…” Jack couldn’t say it, he was so humiliated to be discussing it with the girls.

“Your willy?” Karen grinned playfully. “Did your willy get all hard and leak all on it’s own?”

“Yes!” Jack gasped.

“And you couldn’t stop it?” Katie replied in surprise, raising her eyebrows and then looking at her twin.

“Nooo!”

“But why did your… dick, keep getting hard?” Becky asked, already knowing the answer.

“Because I was wearing the panties…” Jack whispered, still shifting from foot to foot.

“Well, from what we know, boys only get erections from fear, excitement, and arousal… You’ve already told mum and aunt Frankie how you are not scared of girls so it couldn’t have been your ‘fear’ could it? So, you must have soiled your panties because you were excited to be wearing them… You were excited and sexually aroused by it weren’t you?” Becky said, getting straight to the point. Jack hung his head in shame as his sister finally got the answer she was looking for. “Weren’t you?”

“You enjoyed wearing girls panties didn’t you Jack,” Katie giggled. “It made you all stiff and… and excited didn’t it? It made your willy all stiff and you couldn’t stop it…”

“Yes, okay… stop it!” Jack protested sharply. “I couldn’t help it… They were tight over my, cock… and it felt… different. I just wanted to sleep… I didn’t want to get stiff and I certainly didn’t want to soil the panties. It just happened and I couldn’t stop it unless I took the panties off…” Jack gave up another secret to the girls.

There were things that happened to his body, his genitals in particular, even when he was alone and didn’t want them too. Bodily things that he couldn’t control… but things that a girl could make happen against his will. His confession also confirmed that he had in fact worn the panties all night too instead of just casting them off when the girls weren’t around. Becky was pleased that Jack had been so clearly obedient to keep the panties on, but then experiencing the resultant disobedience of soiling the garment. She felt a smug satisfaction as she realised the vicious physical and emotional circle that her helpless brother had been through.

Becky folded the panties and placed them back in her top drawer before taking her place in front of her brother again.

“We’ll deal with those panties later… but now, you have to be punished for being a naughty, horny little panty-boy!” Becky said calmly, but gleefully brimming inside.

“Oh noooh! Please Becky, not again!” Jack protested, clenching his fists to stem his feeling of diminution.

“Oh yes,” Becky affirmed, taking Jack by his hand and leading him over to her bed. The twins moved to get a better view of the impending spanking as Becky sat down on her bed and pulled Jack to stand between her knees, looking up at him sternly. He looked close to tears already, obviously recalling the sting in his bottom after the girls had finished with him. “Katie… the ruler please…”

“No please! Not the ruler again… please!” Jack whined, his hands reaching back to cup his backside, still a little uncomfortable from the previous day’s effort. Katie bounced excitedly over to the desk and retrieved the wooden ruler, before handing it to Becky.

“Yesterday was the first time that I had ever had to spank a boy,” Becky said quietly taking the ruler from Katie and putting it down at her side. “And it felt good… It felt right and natural… But I learned from watching Katie what the most effective way to spank a boy is…” Jack gulped as he recalled the most humiliating aspects of the punishment he had experienced the previous day. Katie meanwhile melted with a satisfied smile of superiority.

Becky continued,

“Boys should be spanked with their underwear properly down to provide more thorough supervision for the boy, and control of the punishment by the girl. And then, the boy should be made to admit their shortcomings and misdemeanours… So before I start, I want you to pull your panties down to your knees…”

Jack was horrified again as he realised that his short term fate was enhanced humiliation and pain. He wanted to be anywhere but in Becky’s room and about to expose himself again at the command of a younger girl. Visions of playing with his friends or on an exotic holiday flashed through his mind as he tried to blot out the humiliation that he was barely concealing. Tearfully, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his lacy pink panties and drew them down to his knees quickly.

Becky and the twins smiled and watched closely as Jack’s young hairless genitals came into view yet again at their collective command. It was a sight that the girls knew they would never get bored of seeing… His penis uncoiled from it’s lacy trap as the panties were drawn down and it hung limply between his legs when he stood upright again. The mournful boy was again exposed and ready to adopt the punishment position across the knees of the waiting girls.

“Okay, over my knee panty-boy…” Becky ordered, manoeuvring Jack down and over her knees while pulling her denim skirt up and clear of her legs. This enabled her to firmly imprison Jack’s penis between her anxious knees. With Jack now lying over her knees, she trapped his stiffening dick between them and felt his body tense at the firm contact. The penitent boy grunted as his sister gripped him tightly, keeping him under control and firmly erect. “This may hurt…”

Becky picked up the ruler in her right hand and lifted it about two feet above her brother’s tightened bottom cheeks. And it began again…

SMACK! SMACK! The hard ruler tore into Jack’s bare bottom with a vengeful, quick-fire double salvo. The pain was sharp and surprising to Jack, almost making him cry straight away.

“Argghh!! Please don’t do this to me,” Jack begged as he tried to steady himself over his sister’s lap. Through the pain, he couldn’t deny his arousal as his erection was clamped between the girl’s knees rendering him unable to move, without causing him further pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Arrrrghhh! No more please! I’m sorry! Please stop! It hurts!” he pleaded, kicking his legs and waving his arms to distract him from the growing pain in his reddening bottom. His actions also moved with Becky’s and he found occasional movement of his cock between his punisher’s legs. It was becoming painfully erotic again as he tried to thrust forward and pull himself back between her knees.

“Is the panty-boy sorry for soiling my panties?” Becky teased.

“Yes!! Please don’t spank me any more…” Jack whined tearfully. “I’ll be good… I won’t soil your panties again I promise!”

“Hmmmm, well it’s going to hurt a lot more before we’re finished with this naughty backside of yours!” Becky promised, running her hand gently over the buttocks of her brother and measuring up the next wave of her attack at her brother’s mounds. “And there will be plenty more spankings for you unless you really do stop soiling the knickers I give you and be a good boy… It’s all about attitude, self restraint and obedience Jack…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The final four strikes with the ruler from Becky crashed out in machine gun fashion bringing a fresh howl of pain from her brother. She had struck him harder today than the previous day, eager to remind him of the consequences of his disrespectful, poor behaviour and his lack of self control.

“And that makes ten panty-boy…” Becky said, a softer, girlish tone in her voice. Jack sobbed as his sister released his cock from between her knees and ordered him to stand up. Jack stood up and the girls could not miss his reddened, angry erection bobbing prominently from his hairless crotch.

‘What a silly little thing boys have between their legs!’ Karen thought. ‘I’m so glad that I’m a girl! This is soooo cool! We’ve all seen his willy, but he hasn’t seen anything of ours!!’ Karen smiled inwardly while her twin sister smirked openly, blatantly looking at the cock in front of her and then into her boy cousin’s ashamed eyes. She was thinking the exact same thing that her sister was.

“So that I know that you have benefited from your punishment,” Becky continued. “Say ‘I will be a good panty boy and I won’t soil my panties again…’”

“I…” Jack sniffed, holding back his tears and gently rubbing at the cheeks of his bottom, further pushing his genitals out in front of the eyeful girls. “I will be a good panty boy and I won’t soil my panties again…”

“Okay, good boy,” Becky replied sternly. “I believe you, thousands wouldn’t… now prepare for your next punishment… Katie!” Becky placed the ruler on the bed and got up, to be replaced by Katie. The gleeful girl smiled cheekily up into the eyes of her older boy cousin as he continued to rub the pain from his bottom. She felt it curious that an embarrassed boy would rather sooth the pain in his bottom while leaving his now semi-hard penis open for a girl’s eyes to inspect barely two feet from her…

“Well now Jack… naughty little panty-boy,” Katie began. “Time for round two…” She reached out and grabbed hold of Jack’s penis. It was a real pleasure for the young preteen girl to see and feel a naked boy under her command. She stroked up and down the quickly re-stiffening shaft of his cock before pulling him forward and down over her knees. Having watched Becky, Katie had already lifted her skirt out of the way to make it easier for her to trap his boyhood between her knees.

“Nnnghgh!” Jack gasped in protest, blushing as Katie pulled his penis hard to get him to move. He moved forward obediently and then down over the girl’s knees, into the spanking position. Clamping her knees closed around his penis, the impending crack of the ruler on the boy’s battered backside then sent thrills of excitement and anticipation down Katie’s spine.

Katie picked up the ruler and gripped it firmly, and raised her right hand high into the air… Jack sensed the movement and for once looked back fearfully over his shoulder. Her strong right arm flashed down and delivered a loud, hard SMACK with the ruler, which rang out like a pistol shot.

“Argghhhh!!!” Jack bucked and howled over the younger girl’s knee, clenching his teeth as the firestorm continued at his bottom. The movement of his cock between her thighs started to stimulate him again, confusing the boy between concentrating on the pain of his spanking or the ‘bitter sweet’ sensations of his aroused boyhood.

Katie’s hand rose into the air again, ready to strike with the ruler… and it quickly fell on the other cheek with just as much force. SMACK! Then again SMACK. Jack cried out in renewed shock as each spank announced a differing shade of redness to his bottom. SMACK!! The hardest spank yet.

“Arrrgghh!! Please stop!” Jack whined, attempting to free himself from Katie’s thighs, but finding it quite impossible without incurring significant pain, the likes of which he couldn’t contemplate at that moment. Both Jack and Katie could sense that his body was betraying him again as a small damp bubble of pre-cum leaked onto the girl’s leg.

Before Jack could blush, Katie quickly began spanking in earnest, her hand gripped the ruler tightly as it moved back and forth from one cheek to the other in a well-practiced rhythm. Smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK!!

Jack continued yelping loudly at each spank, in real pain.

‘Oh it hurts!’ Jack thought in the brief pause. ‘Arrrgghh, fuck it hurts! I want it to stop! But my dick tingles so much… Are they trying to get me to cum? Got to fight it! Don’t let them win again!’

“Oh please Katie! Please stop! It hurts… please!” Jack begged breathlessly, sweat forming on his brow and on his back.

“But you’ve been a naughty little panty-boy,” Katie teased, allowing her arm to regain some energy. “Your naughty willy has made a mess in Becky’s panties… and now you’re making a mess between my legs!” Becky and Karen jostled for position to try and see what Katie was talking about.

“God, you mean he’s turned on by being spanked!” Becky giggled curiously, unable to actually observe the smeared spots of pre-cum on Katie’s thighs or the clear, stringy wetness forming at the tip of her brother’s cock. Jack blushed again, finding that his penis was sliding with less friction now that he had deposited some of his natural lubricant. But it still craved some sort of release.
“Yep! His willy’s got all excited from being exposed, spanked and beaten by girls!”

“Nnnngghh! It’s not true!” Jack breathed and protested, trying to deny the undeniable. “I… I can’t help how my body reacts… you’re forcing me… I can’t… control it…” At this point, his protests turned to promises of good behaviour again, pleas for mercy, and comments about how he had learned his lesson. The electric, tickly feeling of arousal in his penis made him feel weak and inferior. His mind had begun a short journey to associate arousal with the dominance of females… girls.

“Jack, you are only just starting to learn your lesson…” Becky commented again. “Until we deem otherwise, us girls are in charge of you… and if you are a good little panty-boy, we’ll all get along great…”

Katie manoeuvred Jack into a more comfortable position before launching into the last two smacks with the ruler.

“Now, before I finish, I want you to admit that having a silly little willy like the one you have is a liability… a weakness. I want you to say, ‘Because I’m a boy, I have a penis. And my penis is my weakness…’”

Jack breathed deeply, nervously and with a shameful prospect of having to say something so treacherous to his gender again.

“Say it panty-boy, or we’ll start all over with the punishment and you’ll get double!” Katie threatened, tightening the grip of her knees around Jack’s enflamed cock, emphasising the power she had over him even though she was smaller and younger. “Say it!”

“Okay, okay! Please… Ngghhh… please not so tight…” Jack begged, shifting to find a more comfortable position, but unable to. “Because I’m a boy… I… have a penis… and… my penis… is my… weakness…” Jack blushed… And suddenly,

SMACK!! SMACK!! The final two spanks rained down on different bottom cheeks, catching Jack out of breath and forcing him down hard onto Katie’s knees, the pressure of forward movement almost fully drew his foreskin back.

“Arrggghh!” Jack barked, closing his eyes tightly with the pain.

“Well that makes ten Jack…” Katie said calmly, hiding her giddy excitement firmly inside. Letting Jack rest a moment, she released her knee-grip on his penis and took a deep, satisfied breath herself. She looked across first at her sister and then at Becky. Her older cousin was beaming with pride at the spanking that Katie had just issued and all three girls shared a polite, knowing nod.

Katie then ordered Jack to get up and prepare for his third punishment spanking from Karen. When he was upright, Jack still had his eyes closed and was frantically trying to rub the pain away from his boiling backside. At that moment, he was unaware, but wouldn’t have cared that all three girls looked closely between his legs, smirking at his blatant erection and the clear, slippery wetness of his pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Jack’s eyes shot quickly open when he realised that Katie had taken hold of his erection and caused his body to jerk back instinctively.

“Hey, steady boy…” Katie said calmly as if addressing a young horse and keeping hold of him. Jack looked down and saw that his younger cousin had gripped his embarrassing erection with all four of her fingers over the top of his shaft and her thumb stretching round underneath his ‘girth.’ The grinning girl gave a slow, firm tug at the skin along his shaft, delicately drawing back his foreskin in front of the three girls and exposing the fiery red, blushing tip of his ‘secret’ glans. “Mmmmm, I think you like being controlled by girls… this little thing of yours is showing me that you are excited by it…”

Jack remained silent, finding it difficult to look anywhere but at the sight of his erection being tamed and maintained so easily by an eleven year old girl.

“Look at me Jack…” Katie said. “Look into my eyes…” Jack slowly turned his attention from his cock to the eyes of his younger girl cousin. The boy swallowed back his shame, finding his throat dry while his bottom continued to sting. “What does my t-shirt say?” Jack looked down from her face and to her t-shirt… he had forgotten about that.

“Boys nil… Girls two,” Jack said quietly and unenthusiastically, looking back at his cousin’s face and biting his bottom lip firmly.

“That’s right Jack…” Katie continued, maintaining her grip on the boy’s cock, squeezing it occasionally and maintaining focus on his face, learning more about his reactions. She nodded her head and looked briefly at the erection at her hand’s command. She stroked up and down the length of his shaft a couple of times to maintain the erection and satisfy her growing taste for power. Returning her gaze to her cousin’s eyes she continued. “Boys nil… Girls two... It’s because we’re better than you… and it’s because you’ve got one of these…” Katie teased, tightening her grip on the helpless boy’s erection and slowly milking the penis in her hand.

“Nnnngghh,” Jack whined, closing his eyes as his embarrassment and arousal grew. ‘Is she going to make me cum?’ Jack thought. ‘Please no… oh but it feels so good… Nggghhhh… oh please make it stop… oh please let me cum…’

Then Katie suddenly stopped her milking action after drawing back Jack’s foreskin fully. Using a tactic that she had seen on one of the internet films that Becky had played, she used her thumb and index finger to grip the wet, exposed glans of his cock tightly.

“We are better than you because as girls, we don’t have a stupid cock… nor these,” Katie said with a demeaning frown, using her other hand to run a finger over the front of his scrotum. “We don’t get distracted by having such silly little things between our legs… something so weak… so visually vulnerable… and so funny looking…” She circled her left hand round his scrotum and gripped him there tightly, feeling his testicles move and bunch together.

“Nggghhhh, please… that hurts,” Jack begged, looking back down at his tormentor as she tightened her grip on his glans and his balls. “Please stop!”

Once she was satisfied with the sincerity of his reaction, Katie mercifully released her grip on the boy’s scrotum and from the tip of his penis and returned to a gentle milking action, delicate enough to frustrate him sexually, and firm enough to keep him on the spot and waiting for release. She was brimming with confidence and girlish pride as she demonstrated the ease of her command over the older boy and observed the clear, slippery globules of pre-cum occasionally breaking free from the tip of his cock.

“You obey girls now because you have been a naughty little boy,” Katie continued again. “A naughty little boy who couldn’t control his body… who couldn’t control the weakness between his legs… Your dick has gotten you into trouble and you can’t do anything about it… You’re our slave boy now… our panty-boy!”

Jack felt uncomfortable and humiliated as Katie reminded him that he was not in any position to fight back, but only to continue to learn his lesson and remain under the direct control of the three girls.

“Starting with you… we are learning how great it is to be girl shaped… and we are proving to you that girls are actually the best…” Jack swallowed again, feeling the grip around his penis tighten again as Katie continued her painfully slow masturbation, just enough to enforce the continued erection. She enjoyed feeling his boyhood pulse and tense… and the surreptitious, ‘accidental’ movements that Jack made himself, in conflict with the need to cum but also prevent any further embarrassment. “I might let you cum if you admit that girls are the superior sex…”

Jack swallowed hard and breathed deeply a couple of times, unsure of the conflict in his mind. He hated to betray his masculinity, but craved the sexual release that the young girl offered. He closed his eyes…

“Girls… <sniff> girls are… the… superior sex…” Jack slowly responded and breathed in deeply again, expecting the young girl to finally make him cum. But treacherously, and teasingly, Katie squealed with laughter and let go of his erection, leaving it waggling and bobbing about ridiculously out in front of him.

Becky and Karen grinned at the helpless looking male sex organ as Katie got up from the bed and took to the seat at Becky’s desk, leaving the ruler behind for her sister.

“But…” Jack started, in disbelief, watching Katie move. “You said…” He realised then that he had been tricked, and that the girls had used his desire for sexual release to get the reaction from him that they wanted. It was yet another victory for the girls and he hated the ease in which he had been suckered in. But he realised that there was nothing he could do about it. He was powerless.

Karen then sat on Becky’s bed and took hold of Jack’s still prominent young erection. She said,

“Katie only said ‘might,’ you silly thing… now come on down over my knee.” With that, Karen tugged at his penis to move him forward and down over her knee. With a grunt of displeasure, Jack obeyed and swiftly found himself in the spanking position for the third time that morning. Trapping his now very slippery young erection between her knees, the girl picked up the ruler and prepared for her attack…

Jack sensed that Karen’s spanking was about to start when she tightened her grip of his tingling shaft between her knees. Indeed, she held the ruler aloft and addressed her victim.

“I have decided that I prefer to take my time and do a good job when I teach a naughty boy a lesson. Now lie still and accept your punishment! This time, I want to hear you count the spanks out loud from one to ten…” Her strong right hand then finally resumed the assault on Jack’s deep red cheeks, bringing the next sustained cry of anguish from his mouth.

SMACK!! Oh how it stung the flesh of his already stinging and reddened bottom. Jack flinched and the friction between his penis and Karen’s knees was abrasive, the pain in his bottom barely balanced by the sensations in his trapped genitals.

“Agghh! One…” he counted though gritted teeth, his eyes closed and his legs flapping.

Karen continued her spanking of the boy over her knee, being thorough enough to cover the whole of his bottom cheeks and the top of his thighs and making sure not to strike again until such time as Jack had counted the stroke out and until the spreading fiery pain of each stroke had peaked.

SMACK!!

“Owww! Please stop Karen… NINE!” Jack gasped and begged.

“Hmmmm, good boy,” Karen said sharply, seeing the fruits of her labour in the colour of Jack’s bottom and enjoying the feeling of keeping a boy’s private parts trapped between her knees. Jack was now aware of the electric tingling in his penis becoming more powerful than the stinging pain in his bottom and he was not very far away from achieving the orgasm that his distracted mind craved.

This time, Karen lifted the ruler higher than she had held it before, almost tipping Jack off her lap.

SMACCKK!! The ruler crashed down across the crests of both buttocks. The pain refocused Jack’s mind on the assault of his naughty bottom and brought about the feeling of the need to urinate. With his erection though, he wouldn’t have been able to…

“AAAArrrrrggh! God! Ten! Please stop…” Jack sobbed, finally giving in to the tears that had been threatening from the very first spank issued by his sister. As the salty tears coursed down his cheeks, he was paradoxically on the verge of orgasm, but Karen quickly stood the boy up in front of her before he could finish.

Smiling victoriously at the sorry looking, sobbing older boy in front of her, she tightly gripped Jack’s cock and ordered him to look into her eyes. Through his tears, he slowly brought his gaze to the girl who had total control over him.

“You took your punishment well,” Karen began. “I can see that you found it difficult to take, but to bring you to tears is a sure way for us to know that you are genuinely sorry for soiling those pretty panties and learning that us girls are superior to you. Indeed, it’s not true that big boys don’t cry is it…?” Jack continued to sob quietly as Karen addressed him. She maintained her grip on the enforced erection in her hand. “Now to finish, I want you to say, ‘I’m a panty boy who will always obey girls…’”

Jack looked around the room between the stern expressions on the faces of the three girls. Fully aware of the girlish grip around his dick, he sniffed back his tears as he slowly started to regain his composure.

“I’m a <sniff> panty boy… and… <sob> and I will always obey girls…” he stammered, his cheeks burning with shame and his eyes again succumbing to a tearful sobbing. At that point he didn’t want to be a boy any more. He felt weak and inferior and ashamed to have a penis that the girls were able to control and use to humiliate him. He knew he was powerless to stop the girls from controlling him, and making him admit things that he would have previously called heresy. The worst of it was that he couldn’t stop the tingly, treacherous feelings of excitement and arousal and how the girls were able to provoke reactions from his genitals even when he didn’t want them to react. And they were teasing him… denying him when he craved an orgasm.

Karen let go of his ever springy erection and sat back further on the bed to admire her handy work.

“Turn around so that we can see the outcome of your spanking,” Karen said calmly, inwardly proud of her achievement. “Show the camera your bottom… do a twirl!” That phrase made Katie giggle under her breath and her smile broadened as Jack slowly turned around full circle with his pink panties still half way down his thighs.

Once Jack had completed his ‘twirl,’ there seemed to be an unending pause and Jack closed his eyes to try and shut out his humiliation. His erection had now receded and his limp penis once more hung flaccidly from the front of his hairless groin.

“Pull your panties back up now Jack,” Becky ordered quietly. Jack toiled as he crammed his genitals back into the panties, noticing the tickly effect the material had on his boy parts, but the renewed stinging that the thin feminine material brought to his punished buttocks. He was anxious and pensive as he realised that his current state meant that he was already soiling the pink panties that were to last him all day and the night.

The girls once more ogled the rude bulge at the front of the boy’s panties as the lewd display of emasculation continued.

“It’s double or quits time now Jack,” Becky began again. “We’re going to wrestle, me and you.” Jack looked up at his sister in surprise but not with any level of confidence. “If you can beat me to a submission or a five second count out, we will let you go, on the understanding that your behaviour and respect for girls continues to improve. Of course, we will have the film of you just in case your behaviour slips backwards again.” Jack’s mind brightened slightly at the prospect of going back to doing boyish things without the interference or direct control of the girls. He knew that he would never cross the girls again. “But if you lose… you will remain as our slave-boy until the next opportunity we give you for ‘freedom,’ and we will play ‘panty-peril.’”

“Wh-what’s ‘panty-peril?’” Jack asked nervously seeking to understand exactly what he had to contend with.

“I will reveal the details of ‘panty-peril’ once I have beaten you,” Becky replied confidently in an effort to strike the seeds of fear into her brother’s mind. And it was working - Jack swallowed hard at the prospect of wrestling against a younger girl, wrestling against his sister and doing so while wearing a pair of her pink panties with two other younger girls watching. He didn’t want to contemplate the shame of getting beaten at wrestling by a female of any age, much less the prospect of ‘panty-peril,’ whatever that was going to be.

“Do we have to wrestle?” Jack said quietly, pleading with his sister. The twins looked at each other and winked, sensing that the boy was not confident and obviously fearful of defeat already.

“Are you scared of wrestling with me Jack?” Becky said confidently. Seeing her brother blush and look away from her she said, “Are you scared of getting beaten by a girl again?” She was doing her best to get a rise out of the boy and to get him on the defensive. Her tactic was working to perfection.

“Nooo! I’m not scared at all!” Jack blustered, trying to be insistent. “It’s just…” he didn’t know what to say. He knew inside that he was genuinely scared of losing a proper physical challenge to a girl. Nothing that had happened over the last few days gave him any confidence in his ability to re-establish any male authority or dominance. The way he felt at that moment, he doubted that he would be able to fight his way out of a brown paper bag. “It’s just… who’s going to count out the five seconds?” was all he could manage to possibly avoid the need for the bout.

“I will! I will!” Katie chirped brightly, eager to watch her girl cousin wrestle her older brother.

“But you’re a girl too!” Jack protested weakly. “You’re on her side and you won’t count fairly.” Katie grinned and replied,

“Well, seeing as you’re too chicken, I will count to five if you pin Becky and I will count to ten when she pins you! You will have the age and size advantage over her, and now an advantage in the count. How much of a head start do you need? You’re a boy - aren’t you supposed to be big and strong?” Jack didn’t have an answer and he knew that he was just stalling in light of the girl’s teasing.

“How does that sound? I will give you a head start in the count out?” Becky said eager to seal the deal. Feeling ashamed at the need to have a head start over a younger girl, Jack whispered his agreement and the two siblings squared off and prepared to wrestle.

“Before we start,” Becky announced, “I will remove my skirt and t-shirt so that we are both just in our underwear… it’s only fair right Jack?” Her brother was lost for words at the prospect of seeing his sister in just her underwear and then having to wrestle her. He slowly nodded as Becky quickly and confidently stripped off her denim skirt and her t-shirt. It would be far from the first time that he had seen Becky in just her underwear, but these were now such different and highly charged circumstances.

Becky stood in front of her older brother wearing just a simple pair of white panties and her white training bra. Jack didn’t know where to look as his pre-teen sister stood confidently in front of him with her arms at her side and an emotionless expression on her face. She looked very pretty. Seeing her budding breasts forming two small but promising bulges from her chest behind her bra and the simple white panties that she was wearing had an instant dual effect on the boy. There was a hardening feeling in his dick and he found that he couldn’t concentrate but for staring at the semi-nude femininity in front of him. Gosh… he was about to wrestle with a girl.

Becky knew that by revealing a little of her developing body, it was likely to affect how her male opponent would think and perform. Her budding charms, the fact that she was a girl and younger than Jack would throw his hormonal mind into turmoil. It was common sense to her given the other secrets that the girls had discovered about boys and their bodies. The battle of the sexes was on again - and she knew that this time it was a genuine physical battle between a boy and a girl, not some silly breathing exercise or computer game. He wouldn’t be able to paper over the cracks or make excuses for defeat this time. The thought of fighting with a boy and the prospect of actually beating him appealed to her.

“Go Becky!” Karen encouraged her cousin. “Make him submit like they do on TV!” Jack suddenly came back to his senses and shot a sneering look of derision at his younger cousin.

“We’ll see who submits this time… girls!” He was determined to re-assert himself, for his own peace of mind and also for the pride of his gender. Surely he could beat a younger girl at wrestling? There was though, a nagging doubt in the back of his mind…

Focussing on the task before him, Jack tentatively reached out to grab hold of Becky’s arms. The girl sensed his uncertainty and beat him to the first grab, and quickly took hold of his outstretched limbs. He was immediately surprised at her eagerness, quickness and the strength of her grip.

There was a childish looking to-and fro movement to the opening hold, and with all his might, Jack pulled his wrists free. Becky used that moment to get a measure of the strength of her brother and she felt confident that she could match the force he had demonstrated in wriggling free of her grip. She pursed her lips, looking into his searching eyes. She girlishly blinked her eyes at him and broke out into a challenging smile.

“Go Becks!” Katie encouraged. “You can beat him… he’s only a boy!!”

Jack shot a derisive look at his younger girl cousin again before focussing again on the battle at hand. He decided that his small size advantage over his sister would be the best form of attack to secure a quick victory.

‘If I can just get her on the ground…’ he thought before leaping forward and charging at his girl opponent. He was so determined to get the better of the girl that he focussed solely on power and not the direction. Becky was able to intercept his charge, allowing his shoulders to fall into the padding of her palms. The battling siblings grappled and she put her arms around Jack’s midsection. She bent over and Jack lifted her leg from the floor to try and destabilise her.

Becky’s calf muscle was extremely hard in Jack’s hand and it surprised him even though he knew she played field hockey at school. He lifted her leg up and manoeuvred backwards onto the bed and Becky carelessly fell onto her back. Jack made the most of the move and was able to climb on top of his sister, kneeling up astride her stomach with his young bulging ‘badge’ of masculinity barely concealed in the confining pink panties. The twins were suddenly aware that Jack was in a strong position and seemingly had Becky at his mercy.

“Well Becky…” Jack panted with relief as he took hold of her wrists and held them down to the bed beside her ears. “Looks like I am about to win this fight and it didn’t take long did it?” He started to smile down menacingly at his sister as his previous humiliations at the hands of the girls passed through his mind and he conspired ways of getting back at them. He had somehow forgotten the video evidence of him though. “I’ve got you now… and I won’t need a silly count out to beat you… I will make you submit to me even if I have to tickle you… or…”

Becky knew that her brother would be bratty and ungracious if he got into a winning position. It was still something that the girls would need to teach him, recognising that as a boy, he would still feel the need to exercise his boyish pride and ego if he was given a chance to flex it. The delicious irony was that even if Jack did beat her at wrestling, he would still be ‘under their control’ indirectly so she resolved to play along with him for a bit.

“Are you going to submit to me? Are you going to admit that boys ARE actually better than girls after all? Hmmm?”

“Noooo! Don’t submit! Don’t submit Becks!” Katie encouraged, concerned that her girl cousin was about to undo all of their hard work. “You can still win… I won’t start the count until he asks me too.”

“Once I’m done with you,” Jack continued slyly looking at Katie, “I want to wrestle her! Now will you submit to me?”

“No, panty-boy! Not now… nor ever!” Becky responded proudly. “You will have to count me out as I am not submitting to a boy ever again!”

“Hmmm, maybe if I did this?” Jack teased, letting go of her left wrist and moving to a position just above her bra-covered breast. He expected Becky to flinch and beg to try to stop him, but there was no protest or any sign of distress on Becky’s behalf this time. Instead, she wore a foreboding expression on her face that dared the boy to try and get her to submit. He was the one who suddenly got scared, and stopped his hand just a couple of centimetres above her pounding chest and her pre-teen breast. The guilt and fear he was feeling had caused him to stop. He was confused now, though he wanted revenge, he did not want to actually hurt his sister and get into trouble, but he also felt more than a little sexually excited at the thought of being able to touch a girl ‘where it mattered.’

Becky was excited too. Her heart was pounding and she had butterflies dancing over her stomach as she watched Jack’s hand hovering barely above her pubescent breast. She was waiting for the right moment of course and her attention switched to the bulging tent from the pink panties that her brother was wearing.

‘He thinks that he’s got me!’ Becky thought as she recovered her breath. ‘This feels so naughty, wrestling in our underwear… and I can see that he’s really quite excited by it. He’s excited at the thought that he’s got me. It’s got me tingling all over too!’

“I’ll do it if you don’t submit… I’ll touch your tits… so say that boys are better!” Jack threatened, his eyes widening, determined to make the girl submit but at the same time afraid to touch her titties. “I’m gonna do it! Come on! Say that boys are better than girls! One… two…”

“I won’t say it Jack, because I know it’s not true…” Becky grinned. “Even if you beat me at wrestling, we still have the film of you…” The twins then relaxed… in the face of physical defeat, Becky demonstrated that she was still in overall command of the boy. Collectively, the girls realised that winning the physical battle was not important after all. Being big and strong wasn’t what made people dominant or superior. It was more about using opportunities, intellect and tactics.

Jack was unsettled and he panicked emotionally as he realised that his sister was not going to submit. Even using idle threats had no impact on the girl. It was a different kind of humiliation that he felt now. Even by ‘winning’ a physical challenge against a girl, or threatening to touch her breasts, he knew that he was still beaten overall and still at the command of the girls. In this turmoil, he planted his hand down onto his sister’s breast, cupping it and moving his hand around, groping her.

“Hmm! Take that!” Jack scoffed, scrambling to restore a sense of self respect. “I’m feeling your boob and you can’t stop me… video or not!” It felt good to be feeling a girl’s breast, feeling the softness of her fledgling girl-flesh and appreciating the paradoxical firmness that he could feel there. He thrilled at the brief touch over her stiffened nipple. But inside it was a very hollow victory and he continued to feel nothing but shame and guilt.

Meanwhile Becky was tingling within her sensitive parts as a boy had felt her breast for the first time. Though the circumstances were less than ideal, it was exciting to be touched by a boy, even if it was her brother clumsily trying to dominate her. She gave away no emotion on her face and this added fuel for Jack’s fire. He wasn’t going to quit until she submitted.

“Submit and accept you are beaten by me…” Jack demanded failing to notice that Becky had allowed him time to swap his hands over to enable him to feel her other breast.

‘Shit!’ Jack thought. ‘What am I going to do now? She won’t submit even if I touch her boobs… Maybe…’ He let go of her breasts and sat upright on the girl’s stomach. Leaning backwards, his hand touched her thigh and started to snake upwards, threatening to reach her panties… ‘I’ll touch her down there instead! Like they did with me!’ He buried his guilt, pushing a clear motive to the forefront of his actions.

Becky now had Jack where she wanted him - off balance. He was concentrating so much on reaching her panties and god knows where that he left himself open to attack. She smiled inwardly as he left his defences totally unguarded. She used the power of her midsection to push upwards and easily bucked the boy free from his position. The grapple was on again…

“Shit!” Jack seethed as he fell off his sister’s stomach. Becky was taking control now as the jostling, grappling and wrestling continued. Such was Jack’s disorganised and panicky tactics, he was leaving himself repeatedly vulnerable to the girl’s advances. Becky thrilled at the ease in which she was able to make regular contact between the legs of her brother to grope his prominent and vulnerable erection while at the same time being quicker to move out of the way as he failed to touch her anywhere near the private areas of her preteen body.

The effect was massive on the boy. He became so distracted by her repeated groping between his legs, fully aware that he was humiliatingly erect, and fighting a girl while wearing only her underwear. Emotionally, he felt that he ‘needed’ to stop her groping him and more importantly, he needed to try and touch her in return to make himself feel better. The emotional conflict in his mind left him open for the girl to continue her humiliation of him and work towards an inevitable victory over him.

Jack was starting to tire now and he was visibly becoming out of breath as he tried to fend off his sister’s tussling and the persistent groping of his enraged boyhood. He knew that he was still leaking pre-cum into the panties and that it would spell instant punishment tomorrow if he didn’t win.

‘Damn!’ Jack thought. ‘I’m gonna get beat… I can’t take much more of this… Please don’t let her beat me… but my cock tingles… I want to cum… I feel so weak… NO! Please don’t let her make me submit again…’ He blushed at the prospect of his energy ebbing away towards embarrassment and defeat.

With one last determined effort, Jack challenged Becky with a forceful lunge towards the bottom of the bed and attempted to get her onto her back again. He furiously tried to force her downwards in order to pin her shoulders and wrists to the bed, but Becky was squirming and twisting more eagerly this time. The twins sensed that this was the final phase of the battle one way or the other.

As Jack advanced towards her, Becky fell back onto the bed and stretched her open legs out. She thrilled at the feel of the white material of her panties as it stretched to cover and cling to the hot, sticky flesh of her young pussy. Jack moved in quickly believing that the girl had miscalculated her defence this time and almost had her shoulders pinned down.

Seemingly in slow motion, Becky tapped into her superior stamina and powerfully pushed forward with her upper body, throwing Jack off balance again. Jack felt ridiculous that he couldn’t control his little sister. She seemed so svelte and ‘beatable’ as she wrestled in only her underwear against him. But this time it was his turn to fall and land on his back and she tightened her thighs around him, reversing her momentum, pulling herself upwards and then forwards. Menacingly, Becky straddled her opponent, firmly planting herself down on his stomach and easily holding his wrists at the side of his head. It was her turn now… She was smiling down at her red-faced, breathless and apparently helpless brother.

“Yay! You got him!” Katie enthused, punching the air gleefully as the girl securely took control of the bout. “Shall I start the count now? Remember I have to get up to ten…” But Becky shook her head.

“Not yet Katie… I’m not quite done with him just yet… Go to my dresser - in the far left cupboard… Bring them…” Curiously, Katie bounced over to the required wardrobe and looked inside for what Becky was talking about. She giggled mischievously at what she found…

Becky returned her attention to Jack, lying helpless and breathless underneath her straddle hold. His blushing and beaten face was a picture of frustration, shame and contrition.

“Now it’s my turn hmm?” Becky teased as Jack tried to wriggle free with what little energy he had left. “Beaten again by a girl… this is becoming a habit for you… This is called a schoolgirl pin… I don’t really know anything about wrestling, but I know that this is my favourite position! I wonder how long I could hold you here - I know you’re exhausted…”

“Nnnngghh,” Jack struggled, unaware of Katie and Karen sniggering at the tenting bulge in his pink panties, even in defeat as he tried to buck himself free. “Please let me go… Get off me!” As Jack’s eyes glazed over with the promise of more tears, Becky held him down in position for a couple of very long minutes of reflection. He looked briefly into her eyes as she calmly smiled down at him, but then blushed again and had to look away with shame. He discovered that his attention was hypnotised by the view along his body… He was looking at her panties, brilliant white and tightly covering the furrowed female private parts that sat comfortably astride his stomach. He became aware of the warmth of her crotch against his body for the first time and the significance of his defeat began to permeate his mind.

Jack appreciated now that he couldn’t really escape, even if he had won the wrestling match and it was clear that he had now lost that too. His emotions moved quickly from the anguish of his defeat at the hands of a girls, to the enforced acceptance of her newly established physical dominance over him. He struggled to compute how he had lost to the girls every time since Christmas Day.

“I wish I had tried this ages ago…” Becky said, bringing Jack’s attention back from her crotch. “I could have got you under control much sooner and saved myself a lot of heartache and misery at your hands in the process.” Jack looked mournful at his sister as she lectured him on his previous misdemeanours against her again. He felt such a coward and felt pathetic for being so horrible to his sister and her friends in the past.

“Please Becky… let me go… I’m sorry… I have learned my lesson now…” Jack replied softly.

“But you were going to be nasty to me when you thought you had beaten me,” Becky reminded him. “You weren’t going to stop until you had me submit… you weren’t going to stop until you had touched my…”

“I’m sorry Becky… please…”

“I’ve clearly had you pinned here for longer than the count and for much longer than you had me pinned. I think I can keep you here all day… until Mum gets back…”

“No please! This is so humiliating… please let me go… I’m sorry…”

“Then submit to me…”

“Oh please Becky… please don’t…” Jack begged, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Say ‘I lost a fight to a girl because boys are dumb and weak…’”

“Oh… <sob> I lost a… fight… to a girl… because <sob> boys are… <sniff> please don’t make me say it Becky… just let me go.”

“No Jack… we all want hear you say it… Admit the truth to us…” Becky insisted, enjoying her brother’s discomfort in equal measure to that of the smirking twins.

“I lost a fight…” Jack began again, sniffling in defeat. “To a girl… <sob> because… boys are dumb and weak…”

“Yay! Girl Power strikes again!” Katie grinned, stealing a quick fondle of the bulge tenting from within Jack’s pink panties.

“Okay girls…” Becky said, quickly addressing her twin cousins. “Wrists first… then…”

“Hey, what’s happening…?” Jack protested, starting to wriggle and squirm again under Becky’s schoolgirl pin. He saw the twins holding pairs of different coloured stockings. “No… please Becky - nooooo!!!”

Jack’s protests were in vain as the twins moved to the side of his head. In a cleverly orchestrated plan, Becky let go of Jack’s left wrist and the twins quickly captured it, securing it to the bed frame above his head with a tightly knotted pair of light blue stockings. Giggling, Katie grabbed hold of Jack’s right wrist when it was set free by Becky. Karen sealed the tie with another tight knot using a dark green pair of stockings.

“No please! Stop girls… don’t tie me to the bed… please!” Jack pleaded, the helplessness of his position becoming clear as he squirmed and wriggled underneath his sister. He started to kick his legs to try and stop the girls from completing his bondage, but one already exhausted boy’s struggles against three eager and excited girls was only going to end one way.

Becky climbed off her brother’s stomach to help Karen capture the boy’s flailing legs. Starting with his left leg, Becky and Karen captured it, controlling it and holding it still while Katie secured his ankle to the bottom end of the bed frame with a pair of red striped stockings. In quick order, his right ankle was secured to the bed frame in the same manner with a foreboding pair of grey, school regulation stockings. (Gray if you’re American…)

The three victorious looking girls stood back from the bed as they watched their panty-boy tied to the bed and writhing about powerlessly in front of them, wearing a pair of pink panties, erection straining to burst out of them.

“Now that you are in the right position… we’re going to play ‘panty-peril’ Jack…” Becky announced primly.

“Please Becky… don’t keep me tied to the bed… I can’t move… What if somebody comes over, or if there’s a fire… or…” Jack reasoned while the girls merely grinned at his protest.

‘Fuck…’ Jack thought. ‘They could do anything to me now and I can’t do anything to stop them… This is so humiliating… I feel so powerless…’ Memories of Sally Greenwood and that first, enforced kiss moved to the forefront of his mind over everything else that had happened. He felt his penis twitch of it’s own accord as his feelings of helplessness washed over him. Through his shame and fear, he couldn’t deny that he was sexually aroused at what was happening to him. Did that mean he liked it?

“Well,” Becky continued, “it is true that you’re pretty much at our mercy if anything happens to the house… you’re our little boy-prisoner for a little bit, while we play ‘panty-peril.’ This is necessary to further assert our dominance over you as part of your ongoing learning about the new relationship between us as females, and you as a male… This game is about giving up control of yourself to girls and appreciating that you have no means of stopping whatever it is from happening, whether you like it or not. All you have to do is trust us… we’re girls after all. ”

Jack looked from girl to girl and found no compassion in the eyes of either of them. Only a growing satisfaction of his continued debasement and a collective enjoyment of his humbling and humiliation.

“Look at the wet spot in his panties!” Katie giggled and pointed to Jack’s tented crotch. “That’s a spanking tomorrow for sure!”

“Hmmmm, it was always going to happen wasn’t it Jack?” Becky beamed. “You’ve been erect so often today that soiling your panties was inevitable… you really should be more careful and learn to control yourself.” To add insult to his shameful display, she traced a teasing finger from his navel, around and down to the bottom of his ball-sac via the clearly oozing tip of his concealed erection.

Jack tensed and bucked weakly against his bonds, pushing up his pantied crotch into the air, the tip of his wet erection tingling with the sensitivity of his treacherous arousal. He silently contemplated his next spanking, as Becky returned to her dressing table and opened the top drawer.

“This will do the trick,” Becky announced, holding up a black coloured blindfold and flexing the elastic. Her late father used to use these to blot out the light when he was on overnight flights abroad. She cherished the possession that linked her to her much missed father.

“Noooo!” Jack protested again, tugging at his bonds once more. “Don’t blindfold me… please!” But it was too late, Becky had quickly placed the blindfold over her helpless brother’s head and tightened the drawstring to ensure that he could no longer see what was happening.

“Time for a quick break girls…” Becky said. “And time for our panty-boy to reflect on his situation… and his future…”

Before the girls left the bedroom to go downstairs for a mug of hot chocolate, Becky adjusted the web-cam to make sure that it was capturing Jack at the angle that she wanted. Jack then heard the girls whispering between themselves but could not make out what was being said. He did hear some girlish sniggering before a quick rustling in the bags that he knew were down by the side of the air beds. The girls were looking for something. Hearing more rustling, the girls then left the room and bounced away down the stairs.

Then there was silence and Jack was alone, blindfold and tied to his sister’s bed, reflecting on his situation. Blackmailed and dominated by his younger sister and his two even younger girl cousins. In return for his self indulgent behaviour with a pair of his sister’s panties, they had beaten him in games, and now at wrestling too. They had played with his dick and made him masturbate in front of them. They had made him say and admit humiliating things… And they were making him wear girls’ panties.

Jack didn’t know what part of his current situation was the worst… maybe it was all of it. But it didn’t show any sign of ending anytime soon. And what continued to confuse him was why his body reacted with excitement and sexual arousal as the girls continued to control him and dominate him in different ways. Was it natural for a boy to feel submissive to girls? Was it okay for boys to feel inferior to and to be dominated by girls?

The girls had left him on his own to reflect for over half an hour, by which time he had taken plenty of time to reflect on events and on his emotions. However he was no nearer understanding the answers to his growing list of questions as to what was natural, what was okay and what was actually happening to him. He continued to appreciate that whatever was happening, he had no control over it. The girls owned him.

During his period of reflection, his erection had receded and instead of the bulging erection that was wetting the pink panties that he was still wearing, the girls returned from their ‘chocolate break’ to find that the panties and their damp crotch were filled by a more normal looking ‘bulge.’

While they had been downstairs, the girls had been furthering their plans for Jack. Jack was obviously aware that the girls had returned to the room, though he was unaware that the three girls had amassed a collection of used panties - two pairs from each girl. Katie was holding a small bag that contained the panties and a number of other items required for the game… It would soon be time to explain ‘panty-peril…’

“Jack?” Becky asked quietly. “Still with us?”

“Please Becky… let me go now, please! You don’t have to do this to me… I’ll be good…” Jack begged, still squirming on the bed against his enforced bondage. “This isn’t fair!”

“Hush panty boy… we will decide what is fair. Here, have a sip of this…” Becky offered a carton of orange juice to her brother’s mouth and he took the straw inside eagerly and began to quench his thirst. As his gulps became more rapid, the girl quickly pulled the drink away. “Not so fast! You’ll choke!”

“Aaaahhhh,” Jack gasped and licked his lips. “Why did you take it away? Let me have some more…” Though he couldn’t see, Becky smiled at the other two girls knowingly.

“Well, if you want some more, you will have to ask nicely… you’ve got to learn that you have to use the good manners that mum gave you…”

“Please… Becky… please let me have some more juice…”

“That’s better… but first, Karen has something for you too…” Karen then moved over to the bed with a chocolate cookie. Moving in close to Jack’s head, she whispered into his ear, and traced the fingers of her right hand over his nipples.

“I have a cookie for you panty-boy… will you ask me nicely?”

“Oh yes…” Jack breathed out with sudden excitement as he felt the girl’s delicate fingers playing with his nipples. “Please Karen, may I have the cookie?”

“Good boy,” Karen said brightly, before slowly feeding the cookie into the trapped boy’s mouth. As Jack quickly munched away on the delightfully tasting chocolate cookie, Karen traced her dancing fingers down his body and circled his navel several times. Enjoying the power play, Karen then slipped her fingers just underneath the elastic of his pink panties and tickled across from left to right.

Being blindfolded, Jack realised that his other senses were heightened and found the taste of the cookie to be enhanced and the touch of Karen’s fingers on his body more erotic and delicate somehow. His lower tummy was very ticklish and when the confident young girl tickled her fingers just underneath the elastic of his panties, his body had to tense and his bottom sprang up from the bed, pushing his crotch into the air. He nearly did choke!

Karen giggled in satisfaction at the effect she was having on the boy and shared the moment with her sister and cousin, squeezing her legs together to quell her excitement. Then, seeing that Jack had finished the cookie, Karen stopped toying with her fingers on his body and addressed him again…

“And what do you say after I gave you the cookie Jack?”

“Th-thank you Karen,” Jack replied eagerly, his bottom returning to the bed and allowing him to relax. “It was very nice, thank you.”

“Good boy,” Becky interjected. “You are learning… now, you may finish the rest of this juice.” She let the straw slide into his mouth and he began drinking the juice once again. Jack found the taste of the orange juice to be less pleasurable after having just eaten the chocolate biscuit, but the drink was welcome. To show that he was learning, when he had finished, he was mindful to quickly say,

“Thank you for the juice Becky…”

“Okay, you’re welcome,” Becky replied, putting the drink carton into her waste paper bin. “You see Jack? All you need to do is be a good, well mannered boy and we will all get along wonderfully… We’re not so bad are we?”

“I… erm… I guess not…” Jack said quietly in response to the loaded question, unsure what was coming next.

“But now it’s time for ‘panty-peril…’” Becky announced with playful enthusiasm. “Katie? You explain the game please…”

Katie put the small bag down on the floor at the side of the bed and bounced back up towards Jack’s head to gleefully explain the rules of the game.

“Okay panty-boy… the rules are very simple, even a boy like you will understand… There are six pairs of used panties in my little bag over there, but you can’t see them because of the blindfold obviously. The panties belong to the three of us girls, so that make two pairs each… You with me?”

“Y-yes…” Jack blushed, being smart enough to figure out where this was heading.

“Good… Basically, you have to examine each pair of panties in turn, and you have to guess who they belong to…” Katie giggled. “Is that clear?”

“Y-yes I think I understand,” Jack replied, knowing that no matter how much he begged or struggled against his bonds, he would not be able to stop the girls from playing the game with him anyway. “But… how can I examine the panties if I can’t see or can’t move my arms?”

“Ah well…” Katie giggled. “Like you did on Christmas Eve, you will examine the panties with your nose!”

The other girls chuckled as the ramifications dawned on the imprisoned boy, watching his renewed blush of shame spread across his face and onto his neck. It was bitter-sweet for Jack really as one of the things he first thought about when his younger cousins arrived was the possibility of getting to explore and sniff at their panties too - be careful what you wish for.

“Oh and there is another thing,” Katie suddenly remembered. “For every girl you guess incorrectly, there will be a punishment…”

“Wh-what kind of punishment?” Jack gasped, realising that whatever the girls did to him, he wasn’t able to get away or try and protect himself. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he began to feel scared at what the girls might do to him. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“You will discover the punishment if you get an answer incorrect,” Becky announced. “And if you get them all correct, you will show us again how a boy makes himself cum. Then we’ll let you go, but only so long as your behaviour improves… never forget the films we have of you now…” Becky knew that Jack stood next to no chance of guessing each set of panties correctly, though Jack was hopeful and desperate to win this game. Sniffing at six pairs of girls’ panties and guessing the girls correctly along with masturbating in front of the girls seemed a small price to pay for being able to go and do what he wanted to do and get on with his life.

“Okay girls,” Becky began again in a mock-American game show host persona. “It’s time to play ‘panty-peril,’ and today’s contestant is… Jack Johnson, all the way from Weltby…” Katie and Karen giggled as they started sorting out the panties for the game. “First, we need to prepare our panty-boy… Karen, if you please…”

“Thank you Becky,” Karen said, standing up and addressing the web-cam. “Jack Johnson is playing the game today because he has been a naughty little boy with his sister’s panties and shown a total disrespect for her friends through some truly appalling behaviour and cognitively distorted attitudes about girls and our abilities. We have been teaching him that being a boy isn’t actually that cool, and through a selection of trials where he and a girl opponent compete on equal terms, he is experiencing and learning that girls are actually better than boys…”

Jack blushed as Karen continued to remind him and whoever would get to see the video just how horrible he had been, and just how humiliating his journey under the control of the girls had been.

“And so before we can play,” Karen continued, “he needs to ‘be prepared,’ just like a good little boy scout. Having abused his sister and her friends, and having despicably invaded her privacy, so now Jack must have his privacy invaded in order to play the game…” Jack sensed the girl move from the top of the bed by his head and down to the area near his groin.

“Nggghhhh,” Jack gasped and struggled against the bonds that tied his wrists and ankles to the bed as he felt her girlish fingers grasp the hem of the pink panties that he was wearing. Quickly, she tugged the panties down over his penis and testicles and he could suddenly feel the cool air surround his limp private parts as his renewed exposure was completed.

The girls all looked and smiled at the limp, boyish, hairless genitals on display in front of them again. They enjoyed his powerlessness and the vulnerable look that his private parts demonstrated as his penis rested over the front of his wrinkly little scrotum.

“Our contestant here measures just two and a half inches when soft,” Karen announced, smiling confidently into the web-cam, and pointing back down at the penis on display. The grinning girl then continued in a more authoritative and intellectual tone. “The other reason Jack has been exposed like this is that his previous behaviour indicates that playing games like ‘panty-peril’ results in an element of… arousal… It would therefore be unhealthy for any resulting erection from the game play to be imprisoned in his own pink panties.”

Karen then returned to a position kneeling at the side of the bed next to Jack’s cock and reached out to touch it. Gripping it firmly near the tip, she turned to the web-cam and continued her narration,

“During previous testing of our contestant, it has been proven that at full erection, his penis measures four inches…” Jack blushed and breathed in deeply as the girl discussed his private parts in detail to the ‘imaginary’ audience and continued her grip on the bulbous tip of his now tingling cock. “And when I do this…” Karen said, tugging firmly at the foreskin and drawing it back fully, “his full penis length when erect was revealed as four and a half inches…”

“Nnggghh!” Jack grunted as he felt the young girl’s fingers pulling back his foreskin fully and exposing his slippery, purple-grey glans.

“There, the contestant is clearly responding to the game in prospect, and his body is already leaking… pre-cum… Jack Johnson is ready to go… let the game begin…”

Katie then handed Becky the first pair of panties for use in the game. They were a simple light blue pair that she herself had been wearing on Christmas Day during the exciting afternoon of fun with Jack and Olly the boy doll. Holding them in front of her, Becky could see the soiled crotch of the panties and recalled how excited and damp she had been between her legs during that thrilling afternoon and evening. Her excitement was building again now at the prospect of what they were about to do with their boy prisoner.

“Ready Jack?” Becky asked sweetly, moving to kneel at the side of the bed near Jack’s head. Jack held his breath and slowly nodded to brace himself. He really did not know what to expect. She slowly planted the crotch of the light blue panties over Jack’s nose and held them in place so that the panty material covered his nose and mouth.

‘This is so naughty!’ Becky thought ‘We’ve got my brother practically naked and exposed, tied to my bed and making him sniff our panties!’

Jack nervously breathed out and slowly began to take breath again, sensing the smell of female private parts in the material of the panties being held to his face. Though he was ashamed by what the girls were doing to him, he knew that he enjoyed the scent of whichever girl’s sex it was. It was intoxicating, horny and naughty all rolled into one.

Time seemed to slow down for Jack as he continued to breath in the girlish aroma and he kept his mouth firmly shut. He was still too scared at the prospect of actually tasting a girl. He knew that what he could smell was indeed a vagina, simply by understanding the rules of the game, but his senses were aroused due to him being blindfolded. He could pick up just a hint of stale urine too and he felt his cock begin to react at what he was sensing.

After breathing more deeply a couple of times, Jack was aware that the panties had gone. Becky had taken them away.

“So Jack…” Becky began. “What did you think?” Jack cleared his throat and quietly gave his reply,

“Errm, they were nice… it was good.” Becky smiled, a little flattered by the comment.

“What could you smell in those panties?”

“It’s… kind of… hard to describe… I know that I was sniffing at the crotch of the panties so I know I could smell a girl’s pu… vagina… kind of like a mild beef stock cube…”

“Okay…” Becky grinned at Jack’s self-correction mid-sentence. “Anything else?”

“As I continued to breath in, I could sense stale urine, but it was only a small bit… it wasn’t nasty or anything…” Jack replied. Becky blushed at the detailed description that her brother was giving of her feminine scents.

“So who’s panties do you think they are then?” Becky asked the killer question, and both Katie and Karen turned their attention from watching Jack’s cock and watched his face, awaiting his first answer. Jack thought about it for a few seconds trying to recollect if the scent was similar to what he had discovered on Christmas Eve.

“It seemed a little familiar… I… I am going to say that those panties were yours…” Jack answered confidently. Collectively, the girls were a little surprised but a long way from being concerned.

“Good boy Jack,” Becky announced. “You were right, they were my panties…” Jack was relieved to know that he had got his first answer correct, but knew that he might need a miracle to get the next five correct too. “Katie, the next panties please…”

Katie brought out the second pair of panties and silently indicated that they belonged to Karen. They were dark green in colour and had white snow flakes on them. Karen recalled that these panties were also from Christmas Day and blushed at the thought of how aroused she had been, particularly in the early evening when they were looking at female dominant internet pornography prior to their shower. She felt a very nervous and horny tingle as the moment that a boy would get to sniff her panties for the first time and learn things about her approached. She sought comfort in the fact that this was his punishment and her pleasure.

Becky took hold of the panties in the way that she had the first pair and asked Jack if he was ready. When the boy breathed in and nodded, she slowly brought the panties down onto his face, planting the crotch over his nose and mouth.

Jack was quite excited inside as he realised that it was unlikely that this second pair would be his sister’s also. As such, this would be a ‘new’ girl’s scent… one of the pretty twins. He felt a familiar tingle in his cock as it continued to react to the game.

Karen and Becky watched as Jack began to breath in the scent from the panties on his face, while Katie grinned at the sight of the boy’s penis bobbing and waggling between his legs. Jack found the scent to be quite delicate in comparison with that of his sister’s panties. He could smell the pussy of one of the twins for sure, it was certainly a different washing detergent that he could sense. It was making him feel really horny as he breathed in the scent from the used panties of an eleven year old girl.

As Becky continued to hold the panties down onto her brother’s face, the girls collectively watched the stiff young erection between the boy’s legs. It was clear that he was getting turned on and this played into the hands of the girls’ ongoing plan.

After Jack had breathed in and out about 6 times, Becky finally withdrew the panties from his face.

“Okay Jack,” Becky said returning her attention to her brother’s face. “Tell us about those panties… what were they like?”

“Errrm, they were quite nice… yes,” Jack began nervously, blushing as he knew that all three girls were watching and listening intently to his every word. “They are not yours as the smell of the washing powder is different…”

“Good boy…” Becky praised. “You are correct… they do belong to one of the twins… so tell us what you could smell this time…”

“Okay… errm, the scent was different in a way… not quite as beefy I think… I couldn’t really smell any pee this time either,” Jack offered. Karen felt secretly thrilled to hear her cousin describing the scent of her panties and what her private parts might smell like. “I think it was the washing powder that made a difference… the scent was sweeter… lighter…”

“And who do you think the panties belong to then?” Becky asked the key question… “Katie or Karen…” The twins giggled between themselves as they watched Jack’s penis tensing and flexing between his legs as he contemplated his decision.

“Hmmm,” Jack thought, unable to decide as he had no previous experience of either girl. It was a fifty-fifty chance. “Okay… I think the panties belong to… oh I don’t know… I think they belong to Katie…” The three girls smiled in instant victory as Jack gave the incorrect answer - and that instantly meant that he could not win the game and secure his ‘freedom.’

“No Jack,” Karen grinned. “They weren’t Katie’s, they were mine!”

“And that means a punishment!” Katie squealed, squeezing her legs together with her excitement.

Jack frowned and strained again at his bonds. He was quite scared with his helplessness and temporary blindness at what the girls might do to him as a punishment.

“Please!” Jack begged. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry I got the answer wrong… <sob>.”

“Don’t be such a sissy!” Becky admonished sternly, inwardly delighted at her brother’s instantly whimpering reaction. “You got the answer wrong and now you have to pay the price… Karen, over to you for ‘Pay The Price…’” Karen eagerly knelt down at Jack’s crotch and stared in continued amusement at the stiff, jiggling young erection of her older cousin. Again she was reflecting on the power that the girls had over the boy and how naughty but natural it felt to her. Her attention was briefly trained on the leaking exposed glans of his sex organ.

“Right,” Karen began shifting her attention to the lens of the web-cam. “Jack has to pay the price for answering incorrectly in round two of ‘Panty Peril.’” She reached out her right hand and cupped his wrinkly scrotum gently, allowing her fingertips to graze lightly over the furrowed ridges of his soft, pink skin until it was in place. “Jack… when I give the command… you must say ‘Girls Rule…’ Okay?”

Jack was enjoying the feel of Karen’s hand cupping his testicles, even though he was embarrassed and for once, he felt as though he would not have any problems with saying those words, even if it meant betraying his gender. He settled down with a sigh to accept the warm feeling that the girl’s hand created in his scrotum and softly replied,

“Okay…” Through his disorientation, he waited for what seemed like a minute or so for his punishment to begin, but it was only a matter of seconds. Suddenly there was a growing pain in his scrotum - Karen was squeezing him tightly. “Aggghh!” he cried out as the pain intensified along with the girl’s grip.

Karen felt an even greater inner satisfied power now, causing a boy pain by handling his private parts, developing her taste for the domination of boys. As her grip tightened, she could feel his two little testicles rubbing against each other.

“Agggh! Ouch! Please stop… It hurts! Arrrgghh!” Jack grimaced. This was no fun at all for the boy. “No! Please stop… you’ll break them…”

Karen grinned at both her sister and her girl cousin as they shared her feelings of satisfaction and control.

“Say it Jack… now!” Karen ordered, relaxing her grip on the boy’s testicles slightly.

“Nngggghhh,” Jack gasped, feeling a modicum of relief at the relaxed grip around his nuts. “Okay… okay…” he panted. “Girls… Nnnggghghhh… Rule…” Abruptly, the pain stopped as the girlish hand quickly left his scrotum.

Jack’s breathing was fast and deep as he recovered from the ordeal. It was a timely reminder for the boy that the girls could do anything to him and he was unable to do anything about it. He really did not like having his balls squeezed like that. It felt to him as though Karen was going to squash his little nuts completely.

This was in stark contrast to the thoughts and feelings of the tormenting trio of girls taking in his reactions. Other than spanking and a ‘playful’ squeeze of the sensitive areas, the girls did not actually want to hurt or harm their victim. That said, they found it quite funny that Jack had demonstrated a very low pain threshold. They had practiced their squeezing technique on a small Satsuma orange downstairs while they had been preparing their drinks. Karen in particular, being the first squeezer of the game, knew that she had barely used any of her gripping power to make Jack ‘alert.’

“Did that hurt Jack?” Karen asked calmly. Jack sighed and responded tersely that it did indeed hurt and he again begged weakly for the girls to let him go. “Don’t wimp out on us now!” she teased. “I barely got to grips with your silly little ball-bag…” and with the use of Karen’s vernacular phrase for ‘scrotum,’ the other two girls erupted into renewed giggling. “You just have to make sure you answer correctly - it may be worse next time…”

“No please! Don’t do that to me again… I’ll do anything else you want, but please don’t hurt me…” Jack renewed his pledges of obedience and contrition.

“It just goes to show what mum told us before,” Katie added brightly and with pride in her femininity. “Girls have a better pain threshold… we go on to have babies so it stands to reason that we can take it better than boys…” Then, turning her attention to the web-cam, Katie put her hands on her hips and confidently addressed the ‘audience.’ “Boys are pretty pathetic really…”

“Okay, okay…” Becky interjected, eager to move things along. “Let’s move on to round three… Katie, hand me the next pair of panties please…”

Katie turned away from the web-cam and knelt down at the side of Becky’s bed to bring out the third pair of panties for the game. Naively and through process of elimination, Katie pulled out a pair of her own panties from the bag. They were a sporty looking orange pair of panties, outlined with red stitching along the hem of the elasticised waist and around the leg holes. To match the red stitching, the front of the panties had a depiction of ‘devil horns’ just above the crotch.

If ever a pair of panties summed up the feelings of the girl who wore them, this was it. She felt quite tingly between her legs as their domination of the boy continued and the tell-tale nervous butterflies danced through her tummy at the knowledge that Jack was about to smell her dirty panties. The pair were from Christmas Day and like her sister, she recalled how turned on and damp the panties had become as they toyed with the anatomically correct boy-doll and looked at the female dominant pornography on the internet.

Holding the panties up for Becky to take hold of them, Katie smirked and indicated silently who the panties belonged to. Preparing the panties for the third ‘attack,’ Becky addressed her prone brother.

“This is round three Jack… and you have a dilemma.” She watched her brother’s wriggling slow to a stop as he listened to his sister. “Being round three, there is a girl so far that you have not had the opportunity to… sample… so, do you go with Katie, or have I got the second pair of panties here belonging to me or Karen?”

It was true, Jack suddenly faced a quandary. Would it be a girl he had sniffed before, or would they give him Katie’s panties. With his erection still straining from the root of his crotch in front of the girls, he was still in thought as he felt his sister drape the crotch of the girly garment over his nose and mouth. He breathed in and savoured the scent of whichever girl he could smell.

The first thing Jack noticed was that there was no determinable aroma of washing detergent. He didn’t know it but his sense of smell had become a little mixed up with the washing detergents and that was no longer a reliable information source for him. Right up underneath his nose, he could make out the scent of stale urine - the most prominent within the panties so far. Underneath that and by breathing more deeply and concentrating hard, he could now smell the familiar aroma of an actual girl’s vagina…

‘Mmmmm,’ he thought, lost in the fragrance invading his nasal senses. He imagined that it was Katie and that she was standing fully naked in front of him as he was kneeling down, equally naked but with his hands tied behind his back. Though it did not register with him, this was the first time he had actually ‘fantasised’ about being dominated by a girl. He could imagine her teasing and giggling at him as he was getting a close up look at her private parts and being forced to sniff her pouting, hairless pussy.

‘I like this one…’ Jack continued his thoughts as he inhaled over and over again. ‘It’s more rich and beefy than the last pair, but… oh shit I don’t know.’ He was starting to feel a little light headed with all of the deep breaths he was taking into the knickers, but then he felt fresh air as his sister removed them from his face.

“He liked those didn’t he?” Becky asked, pointing to the pubescent erection holding still from between his legs. The twins chuckled at their cousin’s remark. Jack could only lie still and deal with it. “So Jack, tell us about those panties… did you like them?”

There was a brief pause while he gained his composure before he quietly replied. Katie moved up to be near his head so that she could hear Jack’s description of her panties.

“Yep… they were nice panties. I thought they were quite different from the other two.”

“Go on…” Becky encouraged, sharing a smile with Katie.

“Well… they had that familiar, beefy smell, stronger than the last pair, but there was something else… I can’t really explain it. Kind of like when bread is cooking, but not quite as sweet.”

Katie felt quite proud that Jack was saying nice things about the soiled panties belonging to her. It meant that he liked the scent of her private parts. She had to stop herself from blurting out that the panties belonged to her.

“Anything else before you decide?” Becky asked.

“Mmmm, I guess there was a more… tell-tale aroma of stale pee at the top. It was more noticeable than in the others…” Jack replied a little too truthfully for Katie’s ears and she scowled at him - though obviously he couldn’t see. “But I liked them…”

“Were they your favourite so far?” Becky asked again and Jack nodded his agreement, changing Katie’s mood for a third time in a matter of seconds. “Okay, time to decide. Tell us who you think the panties belong too…”

Jack wracked his brain as the decision chopped and changed in his mind. He didn’t want his balls squeezing again, but he so desperately wanted the panties to belong to Katie.

“Errrm,” Jack stuttered and delayed. Becky was about to threaten him with an automatic ‘Pay the Price’ punishment when he finally delivered his verdict. “Okay… I believe the panties belong to… Katie.”

“Wow!” Katie blurted, happy that he had said some nice things about her, but a little disappointed that she wouldn’t (just yet) get to squeeze his testicles. “He got another pair correct!”

“Well done Jack,” Becky said. “You are doing pretty well at this game. But we are only half way through. Round four, five and six are a little different as you will soon find out… The next pair please Katie…”

While Jack’s mind struggled to take in yet another escalation and twist to the game’s rules, Katie eagerly retrieved a fourth pair of panties from the bag. The panties belonged to Karen and they were a conservative, simple pair of white panties with no different colour stitching or emblems on them. There was however quite a full, creamy-yellow girlish stain along the crotch.

Karen saw her sister hold up the panties and blushed, recalling how sticky they had been as a result of her piqued arousal on Boxing Day as the girls had forced Jack to strip naked, had fondled his private parts, forced him to masturbate in front of them and then took turns to spank him. Indeed, she had feelings in her young mind and preteen sex that she had never experienced before.

Katie gave her sister’s white panties to Becky in readiness for the start of round four of ‘panty peril.’

“Ready Jack?” Becky asked, preparing the crotch of the panties for impact on his nose and mouth. The nervous boy remained silent and could only afford the weakest of nods before bracing himself for whatever followed. “The game is changing now… Katie, you will go first.” Katie moved back to position at Jack’s naked erection, firmly taking hold of it with her little hand. The sudden feeling of a girl’s hand in contact with his cock made Jack buck off the bed briefly before he settled down. The girls giggled at how sensitive he was with his blindfold on. “What will happen now is that whilst you are sampling the panties, a nominated girl - in this case it is Katie, will gently wank your cock.”

Jack tensed at the prospect of the change in rules. If it was hard to make up his mind before, having the extra stimulation would make it an almost impossible job other than guess work.

“But that is impossible!” Jack protested, still getting accustomed to the firm grip that Katie had around his simmering boyhood. Katie was sensing every pulse and movement of the cock under her direct control.

“Furthermore,” Becky added. “If you get the panties wrong, we go straight into ‘pay the price’ without a break.” Katie thrilled at the prospect of tightly squeezing Jack’s testicles and making him say something humiliating. Jack gasped in renewed horror, feeling helpless to prevent the girls from tormenting him - but it was even worse. “And finally, in rounds four, five and six… if you cum, you will get a ‘pay the price’ forfeit from each of us in turn and a second round of spankings… is that clear?”

“Y-yes…” Jack whimpered and suddenly he could feel the material of the fourth pair of panties engulf his nose and mouth. He tightly closed his mouth. Becky held the material quite tightly onto the boy’s nose as he took his first full breaths…

Meanwhile, Katie tugged back the foreskin of the penis under her control to expose the slippery, shiny tip of his glans. Before starting her masturbation of him, she used her other hand to tickle his taught frenulum with the tip of her fingernails. The action made his crotch rise up from the bed and wriggle around such that she nearly lost control of him.

“Nnnggghghhh!” Jack grunted in protest, not wanting to open his mouth to complain in case he accidentally tasted something he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He hadn’t been able to smell anything at that point as his attention was drawn to what was happening in his cock. He had a delicate balancing act to perform now with his senses - he must not let the girl make him cum, but at the same time, he had to sniff at the panties draped across his face to give him a fighting chance of making the correct choice.

Soon, Katie stopped the teasing underneath his glans and commenced a very slow, very tight stroking action up and down the shaft of his boyish appendage. She enjoyed playing with him in this way.

Jack breathed again, finally able to focus on the panties. By now though, his senses were only able to reliably inform him that it was ‘a girl’ he could smell. It was a very horny smell to him - he was aroused and the vagina he could smell just made him feel even more horny. He could sense a distinctive oniony-beef aroma and a familiar washing detergent smell nagged at him, but he could not make sense of his thoughts and the panties could have belonged to any of the girls.

The boy began to grow concerned at the heightened feeling in his cock as Katie quickened the pace of her manual stimulation of him. It was a psychological battle of the sexes this one, Katie knowing from practice with the boy-doll just when to slow things down to keep the subject on the edge of orgasm.

Back in his nose, Jack breathed in as deep as he could, hoping to discover some other magic, tell-tale clue as to who the panties belonged to. There was no clue, though he was able to sense the smell of stale urine, but it was very mild. And quickly, the panties were gone from his face and the fresher air of Becky’s room filled his nose once more.

Katie slowed her milking action to a stop, but renewed the teasing of the underside of his glans using her fingernails again. The tightened skin of his frenulum and how it connected his glans and foreskin fascinated her. ‘Boys really are fascinating!’ she thought to herself playfully.

“Okay Jack… tell us about those panties!” Becky encouraged, as Karen showed indecision, whether to watch her sister teasing the boy’s cock or go and sit near to Jack’s face to watch him explain her panties.

“Awwghh!” Jack gasped under the continued arousal he felt in his no longer private parts. “It was really tough… It was impossible to concentrate with Katie wan… nnnggh, playing with me down there…” The girls listened intently as the boy continued to surreptitiously give up all of his secrets as he innocently recounted what the actions of the girls were doing to his senses and his mind. “All I can say is that I could smell a girl’s vagina and a small, area of stale pee. They were nice… a stronger… almost oniony scent this time… it seemed different but… oh hell, I don’t know.”

Karen enjoyed the account that Jack had unknowingly given about her second pair of panties and smiled at Becky while her older cousin lined up the killer question.

“Okay then panty-boy,” Becky said, “time to reveal who you think the panties belong too…” At this point, Katie moved one of her hands from tickling Jack’s glans to firmly cup his testicles, enjoying the warm feeling that the wrinkly scrotum made in her palm.

“Ngghh… Awww!” Jack protested as he feared for his little balls under Katie’s command. “Okay… I think the panties were Katie’s…” He took a deep breath and seemingly waited a long time before his answer was acknowledged.

“Wrong!!” Karen taunted, leaping up from the side of the bed. “Wrong answer panty-boy. They’re my panties!!” The twin girls let out a menacing giggle between them and Katie increased the squeezing pressure on the scrotum within her palm and fingers.

“Make him ‘pay the price’ Katie!” Becky announced joyously as she watched her brother squirming on her bed.

“Nooo!” Jack protested again. “Please don’t hurt me… I’m really sorry!!” But Katie continued to increase her grip around his little sac, enjoying the feel of the two little hazelnut sized testicles inside.

“Time to ‘pay the price’ dear cousin,” Katie announced. “When I tell you, I want you to say ‘boys are the weaker sex and should be slaves to girls!’” And with that, the squeeze turned up the pain that Jack was feeling between his legs.

“Argghhhh!! Please stop!” Jack begged, unseen tears filling his eyes. “Oh please Katie… don’t hurt me…” Katie was astonished at how intolerant to pain that the bigger boy was, registering that she had a much, much tighter squeeze that she could give his balls. It was disappointing that Jack was giving in so easily, but funny to her at the same time. ‘What a wuss!’ Katie thought.

After a few seconds of continued ‘agonised’ and whining protests from Jack, Katie gave him the signal to verbally humiliate himself,

“Okay you big baby… say it!”

“Nnnngghh, boys… <sob> are the weaker… sex… and should be, <sniff> slaves to girls!

Suddenly, the pain vanished from between his legs and he took a big gulp of air.

“Good boy!” Katie grinned, as if addressing a toddler. “It’s true, all boys should be the slaves of girls!” And all three girls giggled at the very thought of it! Jack on the other hand, could only blush with fear at the thought of every boy in the world being overpowered, out-smarted and dominated by girls. He didn’t really want to go there in his mind just yet.

“Okay… round five coming up,” announced Becky cheerfully. “Katie, the next panties please… and Karen, you are on ‘pay the price’ duty again…” Jack heard the commotion in the room, thankful of the brief respite as Katie shuffled within the bag at the side of the bed to retrieve the penultimate pair of panties. He sensed Karen’s movements to as she shuffled down the side of the bed to the area adjacent to his crotch and knew full well when the giggling eleven year old got there as she wasted no time in imprisoning his stiffy with her little hand.

Taking control of Jack’s enraged penis, she briefly toyed the fingers of her other hand around his navel and across the top of his groin and desolate pubic area. It was very ticklish for the boy and he writhed to get away so far as his bondage would allow and succumbed to a fit of unwanted giggling himself. As Jack weakly begged Karen to stop tickling him, Katie held up the next pair of panties for Becky to take hold of and prepare.

This pair of panties were quite skimpy considering that they belonged to a preteen girl. They were Katie’s second pair for the game and were black in colour with pink stitching around the leg holes and on the outside of the crotch. At the front, there was a pink and white ‘Hello Kitty’ slogan and depiction of a cat. Like her sister’s pair in round four, this set of panties was worn on Boxing Day during the lengthy debasement of Jack. As such, there was a significant residual girlish stain identifying just how much she had been aroused and how much she had enjoyed the torment of the boy.

“Panty-boy!” Becky began again. “It’s now round five out of six and you are nearly there…” Jack tensed as his sister addressed him, happy to feel that Karen had stopped provoking ticklish giggles from him. Instead, the young girl tightened her grip around his cock and waited for the round to begin in earnest. Her grip was not quite as tight as her twin sister’s had been, but Jack still felt a hazy, heaven and hell feeling. “Here goes…” Becky finished, lowering the exposed and soiled crotch of the panties to her brother’s face, once again covering his nose and mouth.

As Jack gingerly recommenced his breathing, sniffing at the flimsy material covering his face, Karen commenced her teasingly slow, milking action of the stiff little penis at her fingers. It made for an incongruous sight - a blindfolded thirteen year old boy, naked except for a pair of lacy pink girls’ panties at his knees, tied to his younger sister’s bed. His younger sister was making him sniff another pair of girl’s panties, while his even younger cousins were either watching him, or toying with his boyish erection. The distorted balance of power manifested itself with the presence of three, very happy, joyful young girls inflicting a harsh lesson in ‘humiliation’ on their boy-victim.

As Jack felt the slow, deliberate tugging of Karen’s inexperienced hand around his penis, back and forth along his slippery shaft, he breathed in deeply to try and identify who the panties belonged to. He really wanted to cum, even if it brought further humiliation. If it meant that he could feel something good, he would accept pretty much anything.

Jack began to make sense of the aroma filling his nostrils. Again, it was obvious to him that he was able to smell a girl’s private parts ingrained within the soft fabric tickling his face. This though was the strongest ‘girliness’ that Jack had so far been able to recognise. It was very beefy, with a more prominent ‘sage-onion’ aroma adding a spicy element to the smell of whoever’s pussy he could sense. ‘Sugar and spice,’ Jack thought ironically as he took another deep breath. It was strong… but he found that he liked it and it felt very naughty indeed to like it… to like the smell of a girl’s pussy.

Karen was enjoying the feel of Jack’s throbbing little penis in her masturbating hand. She had started longer, tighter strokes to enable the curious looking foreskin to fully cover the tip of the sex organ in one movement and then fully draw it back to expose the slippery, pink-grey tip of his glans with the other. Her natural action had a squeezing and pulling motion and it brought about changes in the behaviour of the boy at her command.

Jack’s bottom lifted off the bed several times to try and meet Karen’s actions and heighten his arousal towards a climax, but the young girl had learned quickly when to slow things down to keep him on the frustrated side of sexual climax. It felt sexy and naughty to her that she could control what Jack had previously indicated that he could not control - the wonders of his penis. This complemented the powerful feelings of superiority that she felt about her gender, a feeling that all three girls were growing to appreciate more and more.

Jack was about to drown in the intoxicating aroma of the latest mystery girl when Becky cruelly removed the panties from his face and gestured for Karen to get ready. In quick order, the feelings of frustration and unrequited masturbation left his cock and was replaced by the menacing threat of pain as the gleeful girl’s hand moved to grip his scrotum and testicles instead.

“Karen, get ready to make him ‘pay the price,’” Becky announced calmly after withdrawing the panties from her brother’s face. “It’s decision time Panty-boy… tell us about those panties!”

Jack gasped and tensed as he felt the grip on his testicles clearly in his mind.

“Errrm…” he began. “They were very strong… errm… the strongest smell so far.” Katie looked bemused, knowing that the panties had been well soiled in all of the excitement of Boxing Day. She hoped that he didn’t say anything derogatory about them.

“And?” Becky encouraged.

“They… were quite spicy really… It was like a beefy and oniony smell in the panties and I didn’t get long enough to smell any pee or anything.”

“Did you like them?” Becky asked her brother with a knowing grin.

“Yes…” Jack blushed.

“So who do the panties belong to then Jack? Hmm?” Becky asked, moving her face nearer to her brother’s.

“Well… It’s really difficult now… I feel so confused about everything going on at the moment…” Jack began quietly, sensually dazed by everything that the girls were doing to him. “I think… given that the panties smelled quite strong that they were… yours… I think they were yours Becky…”

Karen and Katie grinned up at Becky as they realised that the boy had given another incorrect answer. Karen got ready to punish Jack.

“No Panty-boy!!” Becky scoffed. “The panties belonged to Katie! Time to ‘pay the price!’” And with Jack protesting heavily at what was about to happen to him again, he felt Karen’s hand tighten around his scrotum and the pain started all over again…

“Arrgghh!” Jack whined, “Please stop! Don’t hurt me any more…”

“This time,” Karen announced, “when I tell you… I want you to say ‘from today I will obey girls without question… whatever they ask me to do…’” Katie and Becky giggled at what Karen was going to get Jack to say, pretty much sealing his fate and completing his journey into obedience.

Slowly, Karen began to increase the pressure of the squeeze that her delicate young hand was inflicting on Jack’s vulnerable wrinkly sac. She could feel the two little testicles within the pouch as they began to push together.

“Nnnngghh!! Please! That hurts!” Jack whined and begged.

“Relax Jack!” Becky chided. “Karen hasn’t even started yet you big sissy!”

As the pressure of the squeeze continued to increase, Jack’s tears began to flow again and this time the girls could sense that he was openly crying with whatever pain he was feeling.

“Now say it!” Karen ordered sharply.

“Owww!” Jack sobbed. “I will obey… I will obey girls <sob> without question… whatever <sniff> they ask of me.” Suddenly, the pain left his scrotum once again and he could breath once more.

“Good boy!” Becky replied pushing her legs together to control her excitement. “And so you should… all boys should obey girls!”

“Yes they should!” Karen chimed in, maintaining her observations of the male genitals in front of her. “Girls know best…”

“Okay Katie, please give me the panties for the final round…” Becky announced and Katie quickly produced the final set of panties from the bag. “You can relax a little Jack as we have finished squeezing your helpless little balls. ‘Pay the price’ in the final round is a little different… you understand?” Jack could only nod his head weakly through the blindfold as he continued to calm himself down from Karen’s latest assault.

“Here…” Katie said with an impish smirk of satisfaction on her face as she handed the panties to her older cousin. Becky smirked back as she held up the panties to the light coming in through the window. All three girls knew that this ‘mystery pair’ of panties was worn the previous day and night by Jack himself. It was the pastel green pair, with sprigs of dark green holly leaves and red berries. A delightful pair of seasonal panties.

Becky handed the panties back to Katie and winked…

“Katie, you put the panties over his face this time, just like you have seen me doing in the previous rounds…” Becky instructed. “Make sure the crotch area is over his nose. It’s my turn to play with this…” Becky pointed at her brother’s furious looking erection. ‘I bet if it could talk it would beg me to make it shoot!’ Becky thought to herself.

“Okay panty-boy,” Katie said, trying to sound official like her older cousin. “Here come the panties…” With that, Jack held his breath as the eleven year old girl placed the exposed crotch of the final pair of panties over the nose and mouth of the boy. With the panties in place, Jack began to breath in and out to see what he could smell.

Meanwhile, Becky had taken a gentle, curious hold of Jack’s penis. She enjoyed the feeling of power and control she discovered just by holding it in her hands. Becky was learning about what a boy’s penis looked and felt like in more detail, running her playful and exploratory fingertip up and down the length of the turgid young shaft. The scenario was more than enough to keep his dick at full mast without the risk of forcing a climax from him. It simply added to the boy’s frustration as the fingertip stroked down from his frenulum all the way to the base of his ball bag and back up again.

Jack was not sure what he could smell within these panties. They were different in that there wasn’t really much of a smell at all that he would describe as being ‘girlish.’ The washing detergent he could smell was familiar but with everything that had happened so far in the game, he couldn’t really rely on his senses any more to decided one way or another if it was the same smell as Becky’s panties or from one of the twins. He had to use a different way to make a decision - but what was it? He was so confused.

Becky purposefully wrapped her hand around the stiff cock in front of her and started a more familiar ‘wanking’ motion similar to the style that Karen and Katie had adopted. Becky wanted to increase the pressure that Jack was feeling and for him to be fearful that he might cum and risk further punishment. Her strokes became more loose and fast.

Jack was feeling the pressure in his mind alright, and in his genitals too as his sister had started jerking him off in earnest. He felt as though he was losing what little control he had. If Becky decided to make him cum, he would be powerless to stop it… It was a scary, naughty and sexy feeling for Jack - being naked, tied down and at the mercy of three younger girls. He desperately wanted the sexual release, but he didn’t want to lose the game any more than he had done and risk getting whatever punishment the girls decided to inflict on him.

Again, while Jack didn’t know it at that moment, Becky had no intention of making him cum and began changing from fast stroking to more slow, deliberately soft strokes. Jack truly was powerless as his sister toyed with him.

In the brief respite from the faster strokes, Jack was able to sense a broad area of stale pee in the panties that he could smell. It seemed a bigger area of pee in comparison with the other panties but he wasn’t sure which girl they could belong to. It suddenly registered in his mind that Becky was the only girl who had not yet had a second pair of panties in play. ‘They have to be hers!’ Jack thought confidently.

Soon, the panties were lifted from his face by Katie and the masturbation he was receiving from his sister also stopped. Jack sensed that the girls had changed their positions as it was Becky who now spoke, closer to his head.

“That was the last set of panties today… tell us about them…” Jack shifted on the bed to get himself more comfortable and began,

“I really don’t know Becky… I couldn’t really smell anything like in the other panties… I could clearly smell the washing powder and it was quite familiar to me. A bit like the first pair of panties.”

“Go on…” Becky encouraged, enjoying the false confidence of her brother.

“There was quite a large area of stale pee, more than in any of the other panties. It was more prominent than anything else. Ha! I had been led to believe that girls were cleaner than that…” Jack said cockily.

The girls smiled smugly at each other as Jack described what he thought was the poor toilet habits of a girl when in actual fact, it was obviously him who had soiled the panties to the condition they were in.

“Did you enjoy those panties Jack?” Becky asked in with a demure calmness befitting a detective in a stuffy Police drama.

“They were not bad…” Jack replied quickly. “They weren’t my favourite pair in the game, but they were okay…”

“Right… so who do you think had been wearing those panties Jack?” Becky began her final questioning. “And since you mentioned it, which girl do you think has been a little… lazy… in terms of their toilet habits?” Karen and Katie giggled under their breath as they waited for Jack to talk himself into another defeat.

“Errrm… I…” Jack stammered. It wasn’t his intention to offend any of the girls that controlled his immediate destiny with the remark he made. But with a lot of what Jack had said to Becky and other girls over the last year or so, his message had been lost in translation. At least that is what he told himself. “I didn’t really mean that…”

“Come on… tell us!!” Becky said with more menace in her voice.

“Okay… look… I’m really sorry Becky…” Jack gulped, speaking quietly. “I think the panties are yours… But I…”

“Enough! I know what you meant!” Becky interrupted sharply. “You think I don’t wipe myself properly when I have finished in the toilet… don’t you?”

“I’m so-sorry! I…”

“Well, it’s okay Jack, really… they weren’t actually my panties,” Becky said more calmly. All three girls watched Jack from head to cock to toe, observing his reaction to her last statement and waiting for the ‘penny to drop.’ There was silence for about ten seconds while the heavily confused Jack computed the information.

“But… that can’t be right… I’ve worked it out…” Jack began hastily. “Katie said that there were two pairs of panties from each girl in the game…”

“Well that’s true,” Becky conceded. “Katie did say that.”

“And… and I’ve worked it out!” Jack said proudly. “Your panties were first in the game, then there were two pairs each from Karen and Katie… which means your panties must have been last!”

“Okay Jack… you got me,” Becky conceded the fact.

“I knew it!” Jack gasped, clenching his fists to celebrate a moral victory.

“But what you haven’t taken into account panty-boy is that my question at the end of round six was not to ask you who the panties belonged to…” Becky began. “Instead, I asked you who you thought had been wearing those panties…” All three girls grinned as they watched Jack’s reaction, even his young cock was confused into recession, draping itself weakly down the front of his sac.

“I don’t get it… I can’t…” Jack still could not comprehend what his sister had just told him. Suddenly there was light as Becky untied the drawstring of the blindfold and removed it from Jack’s face… He blinked several times to reacquaint himself with daylight and the girls could see that he had been shedding tears during the game. “I don’t understand!”

“Show him the panties Katie…” Becky instructed her young protégé. Gleefully, the younger girl held aloft the seasonal green panties for Jack to see. His blush was instant. “So you see Jack, those last panties… with the larger pee stain had been worn by you!” It was a delicious moment for the girls and a very humiliating moment for Jack. “On the evidence today that you have provided and checked, one way or another… it would seem that it is actually you boys who have difficulty when it comes to toilet habits…” All three girls renewed their sniggering as the message hit Jack square in his psyche.

“But I shower every day… really thoroughly!” Jack protested, protecting the pride he had in the cleanliness he thought he maintained.

“Well it’s not your bathing habits that we’re concerned with here is it?” Karen piped up.

“Yeah, panty-boy has a leaky little toy!” Katie enthused, pointing down at the flaccid penis between Jack’s legs.

Jack looked away and continued to blush, his shame burning into his cheeks as the girls revelled in another little victory over him and recalling his persistent state of nakedness. He closed his eyes shut tightly to blot out the embarrassing scenario and to distract him from the comments that the girls were making.

“Boys are dirty…” Jack heard one of the girls say. “Yeah… it’s another reason why I’m glad to be a girl… Boys just can’t control their bodies like we can…” added another voice. Jack wanted to be anywhere but there.

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The next stage in the plan to subjugate Jack involved something that all three girls were nervous of, but equally very excited about. Having seen it happen in a Japanese cartoon that they discovered on the Internet on Christmas Night, the girls had been very curious what it might feel like to actually… sit on a boy’s face.

While they had been downstairs earlier and prior to the game of ‘panty peril,’ the girls had discussed how their plan was progressing and what new things they could try to further explore the control they had over Jack. All three girls had been excited as they recalled the cartoon imagery and out of everything they had watched that night, it was the one thing that had given them uncontrollable butterflies in their stomachs and jangling tingles between their legs.

Their nervousness about actually doing that to Jack stemmed from their preteen youthfulness and the shyness about their own bodies in terms of letting a boy get so close to their actual private parts. It was naughty, potentially embarrassing, but it was making them horny. What convinced them to take the next step was simply that Jack would be tied to the bed and unable to stop the girls doing what they wanted. In essence, it fitted in with the lesson being learned by Jack today.

With Jack still tied to the bed, his eyes closed and his flaccid little dick exposed as a result of the pink panties being down at his knees, Becky took the initiative and climbed up onto the bed to straddle her brother’s chest. Feeling the menacing presence of a girl straddling his body, Jack’s eyes flicked open and he gasped.

“Wh… what are you doing now?” Jack said, concern prevalent in his cracked voice. Becky looked down at her brother with a look of challenge and determination in her eyes,

“Time to ‘pay the price’ again panty-boy! Time to sample a real, live pair of panties!”

Jack gasped in fear at what his younger sister might do to him in his state of nudity and bondage. At the same time, his gasp grew as he felt a young girlish hand exploring his floppy hairless cock. Katie had resumed her role of teasing and playing with the boy’s helpless and exposed cock. Gripping the limp boyhood, she squeezed it tightly and then softly over again until it restored itself to full erection. ‘This is so easy to control!’ Katie thought to herself smugly. ‘Why do boys have so much difficulty with it?’

“What?” Jack whined. “Nooo! Please… let me go… please Becky! Don’t make me…” But Becky shifted forward along Jack’s chest and her legs opened a little wider. Still wearing only her white panties and training bra, Jack was able to see the material stretched tightly over what he knew was her cunny and he could feel the heat of her sex moving up along his chest and almost to his chin. It was a stark reminder of how he had been beaten by her when they had wrestled earlier.

Jack began to feel threatened now as he felt Katie repeatedly tugging his foreskin back tightly to expose his glans and slowly wank his cock back and forth, while his younger sister was about to… ‘Shit!’ Jack thought. ‘What is she going to do? Oh my god! I can feel the warmth coming from her pussy… fuck! It’s nearly on my face! No! Not on my face! Noooo!’

“Noooo!” Jack whined as he looked pleadingly up into his sister’s eyes. “Please Becks… I’ll be good now, I promise… Please! I submit!! Girls are the best! Please stop! Girls are better than boys…” Becky giggled as Jack begged her to stop her advance. It made her feel superior and dominant to have a boy at her mercy and saying nice things about her gender and offering to submit to her. With nervous tingles in her crotch and with a million butterflies banging on the inside of her tummy, Becky made her final approach to Jack’s face…

“Nooo!! Don’t make me smell your… Mmmpphhhhhh! Nnnnnghgghghghhh!!” Jack held his breath tightly as his sister’s crotch finally moved into place covering his mouth and nose, muffling his protest. He was terrified and feeling totally humiliated - a girl playing with his exposed, powerless, out of control dick and another girl sitting with her private parts on his face. It felt so warm.

“That’s better Jack,” Becky teased as she settled, spreading her weight between her knees and managing to maintain a firm contact between her crotch and her brother’s face. “Nice and quiet… good boy…”

“He’s all big and stiff again down here!” Katie enthused. “It can’t be that bad for him.” Karen joined in with the teasing of his body, using her now expert fingertips to trace up and down his legs and over his tummy and around his navel.

Jack was running out of breath and knew that he would soon have to start breathing. An act that would confirm to him what a real live girl’s private parts actually smell like. Recognising his imprisonment, Jack resolved to the inevitable and keeping his mouth firmly shut, he cautiously took a deep breath.

“Mmmmmggghh,” Jack moaned, feeling the bitter-sweet sensations in his genitals as the two young twins played with him and realising the truth behind what he could smell. He was grateful that he could breath almost without restriction, but he wasn’t prepared for the power of the warm, musky, beefy odour that filled his nostrils. It was even more intoxicating than the aroma he smelled within her discarded panties. He knew it was wrong for a girl to be sitting on his face and making him smell her pussy, but the undeniable truth was that he was enjoying it. It made him feel even more horny and desperate for a climactic release.

‘Oh god!’ Jack thought. ‘She’s making me smell her cunt. I don’t have a choice… I hate what’s happening to me… but it’s making me feel good… I want them to stop… but please don’t stop… I want to be free of all this… but they make me feel good… this is so wrong… I will obey girls… Girls are superior… Nooo! Boys rule! Mmmmmm, I like the smell of her pussy… mmmmmgggnnnnhhhh… pussy…’

Becky was surprised at how good the tingling in her pussy was exacerbated by the knowledge that she had an older boy at her mercy between her legs and even more surprised when her young clitoris bumped repeatedly into the snub little nose of her captive.

‘My gosh this feels good…’ Becky thought. ‘This is happening because I want it to. I’m making him smell what I’m really like down there and he can’t stop me… We’re dominating him… He can’t stop us… His nose is bumping on my nubbin… Ohhhhhh gosh!! It feels good. It feels good to be a girl.. I feel so horny and wet… Mmmmmggghhh!’

With their conflicting emotions and thought processes, Jack and Becky became lost in their burgeoning sexual worlds. Becky as a dominant young girl, growing in self confidence and exploring her rights of passage. Then Jack, more and more a submissive young boy. Losing to girls and being controlled by them, felt good.

Jack could feel the warmth of her pussy and he could smell the secrets of budding femininity within his nostrils as he continued to breath in his sister’s sexual scents. He could feel his nose bumping into a pointy little protrusion at the front of the panties and he guessed correctly that this was a part of her pussy. Separated by a shred of simple, flimsy material his nose was in contact with a girl’s pussy.

The young twins continued to toy with Jack’s waggling erection, masturbating him quickly, then slowly and then quickly again. Fondling his little testicles and watching him squirm through shame and arousal. The two eleven year olds were either naturals to this game or very fast learners as a result of their ‘boy doll’ Olly. They seemed to know just how to keep Jack on the ‘safe’ side of climax and maintain their control, and Jack’s frustration.

Karen had taken over the vigorous stroking action along the boy’s penis and Katie was using her fingers to tickle up and down and around his hairless crotch and navel. But she was addicted to the sight of the naked boy’s genitals in front of her and her eyes kept returning to the tip of his penis in particular. She was still very curious about the clear bubblets of liquid that occasionally oozed from the little slit at the tip and smeared down the length of his young shaft.

Katie waited for her sister’s actions to slow down almost to a stop and when Jack’s glans was fully exposed, she prodded the slippery tip with her finger and captured some of the boy’s pre-cum. She was becoming ever more confident and brave on the ‘subject of boys’ and she inspected the wetness that was covering her finger. Quickly, she put her finger into her mouth and actually tasted what a boy’s pre-cum was like. Karen stifled a giggle and made a horrified expression on her face at the brazen behaviour of her twin sister.

‘Mmmm, not as bad as I thought it would be,’ Katie thought as she pulled the finger from her mouth and grinned mischievously to her sister, playfully daring her to do the same.

Jack was unaware of the actual things that the twins were doing and what his sister was doing, other than what he could feel and smell. Totally helpless to stop what was happening to him, he was desperate to avoid admitting that being played with by the girls felt nice and to admit his surprising enjoyment at being so close to a real girl’s pussy that he could smell it clearly. He wanted to give in and climax - a long and satisfying climax. But the girls were in charge and even if he wanted to and even if he tried to climax at that moment, the girls seemingly had all the cards, and all of the power to stop him from achieving it.

“Mggghhhhmmmmm,” Jack moaned with his mouth tightly shut. ‘Don’t stop…’ he thought, savouring the aroma of the girlish private parts running over his face. ‘I want to obey girls… they are better than me… Mmmmmmggghhh, if this is what it’s like when girls are in charge, let them win… This is soooo cool… I don’t care any more if I lose… as long as it feels like this…’

Becky was experiencing some very pleasurable sensations in her cunny… her clitty was bumping and rubbing powerfully into the nose of her older brother and the tingly feeling around the whole of her crotch found her very close to orgasmic climax. It was all she could do to contain her excitement, wanting to cry out and tell the world how good it felt as she moved her hips forward and back to rub her panty-covered clitty and pussy over her brother’s face.

‘Shit this feels too good!’ Becky thought. ‘Jeez, I’m nearly there… I’m rubbing my cunny on a boy’s face and it’s making me feel good… Oh this is good Mmmmmggghhhmmm… oh… here it comes….’

In a powerful array of swarming judders, her knees clamped together around the side of Jack’s head as she forced herself down as hard as she could onto her brother’s face. As her climax bolted through her preteen loins, she made sure that her clit was tightly buffered to Jack’s nose, riding the crest of her sexual release, maximising her pleasure.

“Arrrgghh!! God yes!” Becky exclaimed triumphantly. “I’m… oh shit!”

“Mmmmmhhgggffgghhh…. MMMmmmggghhh!!” Jack protested through pursed lips and with fear at what was happening. So tight around his head were his sister’s knees that he couldn’t really hear anything. He could feel the juddering that was seemingly vibrating through the crotch that was forcing itself down onto his mouth and nose. It was difficult to breath anything in other than the warm, steamy smell of the excited female sex smothering him.

Jack was starting to worry that he might suffocate given the firm pressure surrounding his nose as his sister completed her climax. But the supinely feminine grip of her knees and thighs soon relaxed and the pressure covering his mouth and nose eased, enabling him to breath more freely. Through the ringing in his ears, he could now hear his sister and the twins talking about what had just happened.

“Hmmmm yeah!” Becky gasped. “You’ve really got try this! It feels so good!”

“Did you really cum?” Katie enquired curiously, liking the sound of what her older cousin had described.

“Sure thing!!” Becky replied dreamily. “It was the best one ever! Having his nose pressing into my nubbin was the best bit… Mmmmmmm…” As the girls giggled about the experience they had just had, Jack’s deep breaths continued, capturing the warmth of a girl’s sex and the newly revealed ‘secret aromas’ of girl parts and their climax.

It was a strange feeling for Jack - he knew he should be disgusted and ashamed that a girl had just forced him into making her cum while she rubbed her cunny on his face, and whilst two other girls were toying with his dick, but something had changed within him. He could no longer deny the pleasant feelings he felt when the girls were controlling him and the wonderful things that they were introducing to him. He was open to change and if this was how good it was going to feel, then he was open to his submission to the girls. What he didn’t realise was that the main driver for his current feelings was his own sexual arousal and the prospect that at some point, he would climax…

With the thoughts of prospective climax in Jack’s thoughts, he was almost disappointed when his sister climbed off him, leaving a chilly feeling to spread through his again naked neck and chest. It was time for the girls to change positions, and it was a grinning and eager Katie that stepped forward, climbing up onto the bed in readiness to ride her cousin’s face.

The eleven year old girl was a picture of pig-tailed pre-teen innocence as she stood ‘tall’ on the bed, towering over her naked boy cousin beneath her, helplessly tied to it’s frame. She pulled up her short denim skirt to reveal that she was wearing a pair of dark pink, almost mauve panties that were covered in lots of yellow shooting stars.

Jack’s eyes opened wide with fear and adoration as his younger cousin’s panties came into view - his eyes shifting quickly between the panties, her lengthy looking legs and the threatening slogan on her t-shirt ‘Girls 2 Boys 0.’ He found her stunning to look at and he swallowed hard as he contemplated what this girl was about to do to him. As he watched her slowly lower herself down onto his boyish chest, he could see that her panties seemed to look darker along the area where her crotch was. He didn’t know it, but that was a side effect of her sexual excitement as events were unfolding. What he could feel were the butterflies inside his stomach and then the other two girl’s hands resume battle with his cock and balls. ‘Ohhhh wow!’ Jack thought as Katie’s panty-clad bottom finally made contact with his chest.

Katie was enjoying the undoubted fear and wonderment that she could see etched onto the face of the boy underneath her as she moved herself around on his chest, getting herself comfortable. She felt a nervous excitement within herself too, and a warming tingle radiated prominently in between her legs as butterflies danced on the inside of her tummy in equal measure to Jack’s.

Jack felt the warmth already coming from between her legs as the dark pink panties, and the pussy inside them crept in slow motion up his chest towards his chin. Taking a deep, fearful breath, he closed his eyes tightly, leaving him in darkness as his younger cousin’s panty-clad pussy finally sat down, pressing onto his tightly closed mouth and the bumpy piece of flesh at the top of her crotch pushed gently at his nose. Jack cautiously held his breath, excited at the prospect and yet scared at same time to breath in the scent of Katie’s slit.

Katie tensed the muscles inside her stomach and felt the thrill of excitement and power flow through her tingling loins as she slowly started to move her pussy around on Jack’s face, pushing her clitty more forcefully onto and over his nose. In the brief history that she had been touching herself and exploring her body, she had never felt anything like this before in her private parts - her nubbin was simply electrified as it was pressed into Jack’s nose over and over and she didn’t want the feeling to stop. Having a naked boy tied to the bed and being powerless to stop her from using him to make her feel this good was not lost on her either…

‘Mmmmm, all boys should be made to do this… this feels tooooo good!’ Katie thought excitedly. ‘Mmmmm, this is good… Girls rule!!’

Finally Jack breathed. It was possible, but requiring effort on his part once Katie had started picking up the speed of her humping movements over his mouth and nose… Such was his need to take a deep breath, he didn’t immediately sense any particular scent. He was desperate to keep his mouth tightly closed. As such, he pursed his lips and felt the fleshy girl parts rubbing over him, her warmth and dampness radiating from under the thin material separating him from her domineering cunny.

Another breath, and Jack could smell his cousin’s pussy through the panties… It was not as powerful as his sister’s scent had been, perhaps an understated simile. Again, instead of revulsion at his predicament, he found himself enjoying it and on the cusp of needing more. He wrestled emotionally with himself, weighing up ‘the risk’ of what would happen or what it would be like if he actually stuck out his tongue… But it was too naughty for him. The smell of aroused young femininity was intoxicating enough… it was making him horny and at that point, it was subduing him into obedience - that and the activity around his cock at the other end of his body.

‘Damn, this feels too good!’ Jack thought as his mind swapped between sensing what Becky and Karen were doing with his dick and into what Katie was doing over his face. ‘Ohhhhhh god! Please make me cum… Mmmmmm, Katie smells soooo good… I’ll do anything the girls tell me to do… please let me cum… I give in…’

Becky and Karen giggled as they took it in turns to play with Jack’s helpless testicles and his vigorously stiffened penis. They alternated between tickling their fingernails over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum and then up and down the shaft of his cock. The girls were always careful to prevent any activity that might set off the chain reaction of his climax before they were ready for it.

During her turn, Karen was always merciless in her teasing of Jack’s cock, deliberately making slow, firm strokes as she wanked the paradoxically soft skin up and down the length of his shaft… But each time she did, Karen made sure to draw the foreskin back fully over the glans to expose the purple-grey, red tip hidden beneath and his curious looking frenulum, thrilling at the sight of the bead of pre-cum that emerged almost every time she did it.

By contrast, when it was Becky’s turn with her brother’s cock, she gripped it tightly between her thumb and first two fingers. She would let go and retighten her grip as she moved along the shaft from bottom to top, before finishing with five or six really fast full length strokes, teasing her brother into thinking that ‘this is the one,’ only to leave Jack teetering on the edge of climax time after time, and his penis flexing and twitching in front of the girls’ eyes. A sight that the girls grinned at and smiled at each other as they relished their ongoing mastery of a boy and everything that he would normally try to keep secret.

“Mmmmmggghhh,” Katie whimpered as she found a steady rhythm that suited her drive towards satisfaction. “You’re right Becky, this feels brilliant! Ohhh god!!” Becky and Karen stopped their toying with Jack’s privates and watched Katie as she rode her victim like she would a young pony.

“Yes, it was the best feeling ever!” Becky encouraged. Karen didn’t look so sure, but couldn’t deny the feelings that she felt between her legs as she watched her sister rubbing her sex into Jack’s face and building on what she and Becky were doing with his dick.

“Mmmmm, this is the best Christmas ever Becks!!” Katie continued, throwing her head back and showing that she had her eyes closed and biting her lip. “Every girl should be able to do this with a boy… Every girl should have a slave-boy and do this to him… When I’m Prime Minister, I will make it happen!” Becky and Karen giggled at Katie’s tilt at global female domination before they resumed their assault on Jack’s cock.

Copying what her sister had done, Karen gingerly put her index finger under the tip of Jack’s penis when she had his foreskin fully drawn back and collected a drip of pre-cum. As Becky watched her toy with the pre-cum briefly, she took a drop for herself too. Horrified and then amused, Becky stared as Karen boldly put the tip of her finger into her mouth and slowly sucked off the pre-cum. At first, Karen’s face was a picture of caution and fear, changing to surprise and acceptance as she finally tasted the salty mixture.

“Katie was right!” Karen whispered with a playful smile. “It’s not that bad to taste actually…” The young girl then giggled as she watched her older cousin try her sample too.

“Hmmm, okay I guess, even if it’s my brother’s…” Becky confirmed and both girls licked their lips before resuming their teasing onslaught at Jack’s naked crotch, occasionally stealing more samples of Jack’s pubescent pre-cum to taste.

Jack was again lost in a daze of girl domination, no longer wishing to challenge the girls or their command of him. The feelings of climactic need in his genitals and the wonderful scent of his younger cousin’s pussy filling his nostrils made him very at ease with the surrender of his ‘power’ to the girls. He would submit to anything at that point.

And then, Jack felt Katie’s thighs begin to tighten around his head and the thrusting of her hips starting to quicken and become more powerful, just like his sister’s had. He knew that she was about to achieve her orgasm…

“Mmmmggghh god!!!” Katie squealed and clenched her thighs around Jack’s head. “Oh shit Becky! I think it’s about to… Shit!” The tingling ecstasy gnawing at the tip of her clitoris as it bumped into Jack’s red and abused nose was at the tipping point.

“Go on Katie! That a girl!” Becky encouraged. “It’s the best feeling ever!”

And true it was… Katie’s orgasm began to race through her genitals and her thrusting was overtaken by a quick-fire series of powerful vibrating judders, forcing her pussy down hard onto Jack’s face. Her movements alternated from banging her clit against his nose and then moving forward still to nestle his nose in the heated cleft of her panty-clad sex.

Jack could only lie there and take it like the good slave that he was becoming. At the height of Katie’s climax, Jack’s ears were ringing such was the tightness of the girl’s grip around his head… But he was still able to breath more easily than when Becky was on top of him.

Soon, he felt the girl move quickly off from his face and the now familiar chill at his neck and the top of his chest returned where moments previously, his eleven year old cousin had been sitting. He gingerly opened his eyes and let the light return to him. Becky and Karen were sat with Katie as they talked in barely audible whispers through what had happened. Even if he could make out what was being said, Jack would not understand their words as he recovered in his own way.

“You weren’t kidding Becks!” Katie giggled quietly to her cousin. “That was unlike anything before… shit that was good!”

“Mmmm, looked like you enjoyed it…” Becky replied. “Brought some colour to your cheeks too!” All three girls giggled at that. “Okay Karen, your turn now…” Karen sighed and looked a little bashful.

“I’m not sure I want to do it…” Karen whispered. “I mean… I’m not really sure I want him that close to… down there… you know?”

“Nonsense!” Katie exclaimed as quietly as she could. “I mean, it’s your choice, but I promise you won’t regret it… and even if he is close to your cunny, you’re still wearing panties and he can’t do anything to stop you feeling good… Us girls are all in control of him… He can’t away from you, not like this… You can make him do this…” Karen was wavering. “Be a devil… You’ve come this far and I promise you, it feels like nothing good you’ve ever felt before…” Karen looked into her sister’s eyes, seeking the truth and when Katie fluttered her eyelashes as if to say ‘I dare you,’ Karen broke out into a warm sisterly smile and gently nodded her head.

Jack watched silently as the next dominant girl climbed up quickly onto the bed. Karen stood up equally tall as her twin sister as she looked down plainly at Jack and into his eyes. All he could do was admire her more simple, pastel beauty than that of Katie. She wore a longer dress than either of the two girls that preceded her, adding to the mystery of what she hid under her clothes. She looked very pretty, carrying herself much more ladylike than the other two girls.

Karen wanted to flex her power over the boy, and she took emotional control straight away by staring purposely into Jack’s eyes. It was not long before he gave in and looked away briefly and in embarrassment. It was a quick win that did wonders for her confidence in what she was about to do, and she chose that moment to stand astride Jack’s chest and slowly lower herself down and get comfortable.

“It’s my turn now Jack… be a good boy for me!” Karen giggled as she recaptured his attention, following his gaze from the bedroom door and back to her body. He was obviously trying to look up her patterned green and white dress. She enjoyed watching him crane his neck to try and improve his view. He quickly blushed as his eyes snapped back to hers. His blush continued as she finally lifted her dress slightly and moved her crotch closer to his chin and face.

Jack was quickly engulfed in the thin material of her dress as it fully covered his face and inside, he could smell some sort of feminine bath lotion on her skin as she manoeuvred herself towards her goal. This was altogether different for Jack. Karen’s dress acted like a shroud and he was not able to fully detect the colour or pattern of her panties, though for the record, they were simple white knickers with a red embroidered hem around the waistband and the leg holes. As the girl’s pantied crotch reached his chin, he instinctively took a deep breath, and held it… holding off the inevitable again as long as he could.

Seeing Karen move into position, Becky and Katie resumed their teasing assault on the captive boy’s cock and balls. The tip of his penis had turned a maddened red colour, screaming out to the girls to make the tingles get over the line. Katie drew back the foreskin tightly as she confidently brought him back up to full mast, taking time to sample another blob of his pre-cum. Instead of deliberate masturbation of his penis this time, Katie resolved to rubbing her thumb repeatedly over the slippery, shiny top side of his glans and tickling her index fingernail over the obviously sensitive frenulum underneath. It was a part of a boy’s body that seemed still so filled with curiosity for her… that exciting junction between foreskin and glans. Touching which almost always made the boy flinch or recoil and the penis itself flex and bobble around before her gleaming eyes.

Becky meanwhile fingered around the wrinkly pouch of his scrotum, gently massaging the little balls inside between her fingers and enjoying the warmth that emanated from the sensitive hairless skin. She liked watching the skin expand and contract with the temperature changes that her playful examination brought with it.

Karen had forgotten her nerves as her concealed pussy finally found itself over her nervous boy-cousin’s tightly closed mouth, feeling his snub nose jabbing at the top of her slit and over her clitoris. Holding her head high in the air, she closed her eyes as she tried to make sense of the scenario she was in and the feelings she was generating.

‘Oh my God!’ Karen thought as her body tensed, clamping her thighs tightly around Jack’s head. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this… there’s a boy underneath me… he’s down there… at my privates… Mmmmm… and I’m in charge of him <giggle> he can’t get away from me…’

Growing in confidence, Karen followed the lead of her older cousin and her twin sister before her and slowly started to hump back and forwards over Jack’s face, learning quickly how to develop the sensations she was feeling between her legs. The tingling excitement that she felt and the burning arousal that coursed through her mind at physically dominating a boy with her sex was totally new to her… but she loved it.

Jack meanwhile felt the familiar unrequited urges to achieve climax and the tingling, exciting frustration that went with the control that the girls were exercising over him. He wanted to cum… he would do ‘anything’ to cum. And as his testicles began to ache, it became clear that he would have to wait until the girls were ready to let him.

“Mmmmmgghhh,” Jack finally breathed out and quickly took another breath. He noticed that the aroma of bath lotion was now being dominated by the warm scent of Karen’s preteen sex as it passed over his tightly pursed lips and more importantly, his nose. Karen’s scent was also understated, like her twin sister’s had been. It was not as powerful or ‘mature’ as his own sister’s had been. But Jack was left in no doubt that it was a girl’s vagina he could smell, and again, he found that he was fond of it.

‘Mmmmmm,’ Jack thought. ‘Karen smells good too… So warm… Mmmmmmm, she feels wet already… If only I could cum… Please make me cum…’

“Oooooh, yes… good horsey! There’s a good boy!” Karen panted. Her thighs tightened around Jack’s head once more, leaving him unable to hear anything other than the swishing of feminine material and the ringing in his ears. “Make me feel good horsey… Mmmmmm…”

It was not long before the new experience of riding a captive boy’s face brought the onset of a girlish orgasm to prominence. As Karen started to whimper, her body began to vibrate with the unleashed climactic power of sexual completion.

“Katie!” Karen gasped… “It’s happening… Wow! Mmmmmmm, I’m doing it…”

Jack could feel it too (though sadly for him, it wasn’t his climax) as the girl’s crotch was pushed down hard over his face again and again. Though Karen wasn’t the first girl to put her hands behind his head and pull his face upwards into her sex, she certainly pulled him in more tightly than the other girls, making sure that his nose pressed hard into the bumpy flesh of her clitoris.

“Go Karen!” Katie giggled, moving back up to the top of the bed with Becky to provide encouragement.

“Oh you were right sis!” Karen continued. “This feels far tooooo gooood!!”

Once Karen’s climax had subsided, she swiftly felt a little embarrassed and dismounted, leaving Jack’s ears ringing while he regained his own breath. The girls retreated to other end of the bed and continued to whisper, ogling the slowly receding erection between their captive’s legs.

“Right then Jack,” Becky said, suddenly appearing beside Jack’s face. “You seemed to do well and I am happy to report that we are all quite pleased with your performance today.” Jack gulped - he still wanted to cum desperately, and sensed a ‘but’ coming. “Did you enjoy what we did to you?”

“Y-yes Becky…” Jack whispered meekly. “But my balls ache now… Are you going to let me cum?”

“Maybe…” Becky teased.

“We want one more thing from you first!” Katie interjected.

“Okay, okay… anything!” Jack responded.

“That’s the spirit!” Katie smiled, grabbing hold of his floppy penis once more. Jack looked pleadingly at her as she fondled it and stroked it back to a respectable erection. “Your cock responds really well when controlled by girls… you like being controlled by girls don’t you?”

“Y-yess…” Jack panted as Katie began to masturbate him, his bottom rising slightly off the bed to try and meet her stroking hand and match it’s rhythm as it toyed with him.

“Don’t try and rush it panty-boy… or I’ll stop…” Jack instantly stopped straining at his bonds and parked his bottom firmly back onto the bed. “Good boy…” And Katie resumed her slow, wanking action. The other two girls watched in anticipation and excitement.

Jack closed his eyes for a moment, and Katie picked up the pace of her stimulation.

“Do you promise to obey us Jack?” Katie continued.

“Yes Katie,” Jack replied, hoarsely.

“Will you submit to us Jack?”

“Yes I will…”

“Say, ‘I submit to girls.’”

“I… submit to girls.”

“Good boy… I trust you Jack and we will punish you if you disobey, is that clear?”

“Yes Katie… please, let me cum.”

“I’m going to wank you quite hard now,” Katie said sternly. “When you reach your… cum moment… I want you to look right into my eyes and say, ‘all boys should be made to submit to girls…’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yess… please…” Jack whimpered as Katie began to increase the power and speed of her hand movements. “Mmmmmmmm.” Jack’s mind focussed on the pleasure he was feeling between his legs… it was all he was living for at that moment. The girl was going to make him cum and all he had to do was one thing…

After what could only have been ten to fifteen seconds, Jack’s loins finally gave up and he started shaking. The chain reaction of his orgasm had started and he tensed his body as the overwhelming electric tingle started to flicker at the tip of his penis and rapidly spread like a petrol fire. Eager to obey, Jack’s eyes opened wide and he looked across to Katie - she was staring at him coldly, judging him with her eyes.

“All boys should be made to submit to girls!” Jack murmured as he looked away and took a series of deep breaths. Katie looked away too, determined not to miss the relative newness of watching a boy ejaculate.

“Good boy! Again!” Katie said, continuing her rapid stroking action.

“All boys <spurt>, should be made to <spurt> submit to girls!” At last, Jack was ejaculating, and having obeyed the command of his young mistress. His immature semen erupted in a series of quick, wet, jet-like spurts, powerful at first and then diminishing in power, the almost clear ejaculate falling messily down onto his chest and tummy.

But Katie didn’t stop… She continued her quick-fire milking action along his hairless shaft.

“Nnnnnnnngghhhh…” Jack panted as his body continued it’s sexual rapture. “Stop!! You can stop now…” Katie and the other two girls giggled as his body continued to buck and jiggle about under her control.

“I will decide when it stops panty-boy! I’m in charge remember!” Katie said menacingly and continued to wank Jack’s cock through his growing discomfort.

“Nnnnngghghh, please!! Please Katie, it hurts!” Jack begged.

“Say it one more time…” Katie teased.

“Oh shit!” Jack exclaimed as another wave of orgasmic sensation flickered along his dick from the tip to the base. This time though, nothing came out from the tip… He was anxious for the girl to stop masturbating him. He’d never been this far with his own body before and he was afraid of what might happen. “Please! All boys should be made to submit to girls!! Please stop!”

And it stopped. Jack quickly relaxed and closed his mind to his surroundings and the girls retreated to the other side of the room to continue their whispered discussion.

After a pause to recover his senses, Jack was relieved to feel the bonds at his wrists and ankles being set free by Karen and Katie. As he slowly sat up from the bed, he could feel the cold semen running down his chest and tummy, threatening to soil Becky’s bed.

“Here damn it!” Becky scolded. “Clean that mess up first!” She handed him a sheet of kitchen roll to mop himself up with.

“Boys are so messy!” Karen admonished. “All that nasty goo - I’m so glad I’m a girl!”

As Jack swabbed the semen from his body and around his dick, he became quite self conscious about what had happened. Before his orgasm, all he wanted to do was cum, and cum and cum. He realised that he would have done anything to have that feeling. Anything the girls did to him or made him do, he would have done it, just to get that feeling of release.

But now… after that initial feeling of well being following on from his orgasm, Jack just felt empty, pathetic, embarrassed and abused. He just wanted to run away and get himself covered up. He struggled to comprehend how just moments before, he had found himself enjoying everything that was happening - even though he should have been ashamed. Well he certainly felt ashamed now. What a quandary for a young teenager to endure…

“Right… pull your panties up, go shower and put that messy tissue down the loo!” Becky commanded confidently. “Then you may get dressed, keeping those panties on now until inspection tomorrow. Make us a drink and then unless called for, the rest of the day is your own.”

Having gingerly pulled up his panties to partially cover his sad looking genitals, Jack went to make for the door.

“Errrm, say ‘thank you,’” Katie ordered.

“Ohh… th-thank you.” Jack quietly left the room, leaving the girls barely able to contain their giggling.

Later that night the girls searched the internet once more in between replaying some of the films of their adventures with Jack. The first search was for ‘girls dominating boys.’ They discovered a plethora of erotic story sites and humiliation forums again. They bring up a couple of the newer stories which clearly contained the plot that girls were in charge. Taking mental notes, the three girls discovered some new things to try out on Jack, and soon, other boys too.

“Remember, we have to control the penis to control the boy,” Becky whispered to her younger cousins. “It’s as simple as that… they can’t resist…”

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Author’s Note -
On and off, this part four has taken a lot of time to write and has stopped me from getting on with other projects. Some of the material in this chapter took a bit of a heavy turn at times. I am currently unsure about how much further I can go with this, without compromising the content that is planned for other written projects in the same genre.

As such - as long as you give me credit for the original series, if anyone else wants to carry this on, you are welcome.

Spoiler Alert…
I was going to take this up to New Years Day and then branch the story off with how the twins fared with snaring their own boy or two. Becky was going to get Jack to embroil a boy that she fancies into the plot. Given the incest taboo, I needed a sensible end-point to Becky and Jack’s interaction sexually. To do this, Chapter 5 (Holiday Tuesday) would introduce a new girl from Becky’s class into the antics. After being introduced to the doll, she would go on to become Jack’s main aggressor.

To Be Continued...