Bend Over, Ben Dover Chapters 1 to 4

By Ben Dover

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Copyright 2011 by Ben Dover, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things in real life. In real life, these activities would be harmful and illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. 
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Chapter 1

The Dover home on Long Island, New York is on a quiet, suburban street. Its residents are dad, Peter, mom Helen and their 14 year old daughter Samantha and 12 year old son, Ben. Yes, the lad soon to enter grade 8 has the unfortunate name Ben Dover. You can imagine the teasing he got all through grammar school. But it was also a most appropriate name, as you shall see.


When Ben was in grade one, his older sister insisted he play nurse/patient games with her and her friend next door, Patty. Ben found himself removing his clothes and standing naked in front of the girls several times a week for his physical exams. The girls were the nurses, so they always kept their clothes on. At that age he was used to running around the house naked in the summer. And Ben was also used to having his temperature taken anally by his mom, so when the girls used a Vaseline coated carrot up his butt, that seemed to fit into the game and he did not object. Ben’s mom had also administered enemas to her son when he was constipated, so when his sister and her friend made him have one too, well, it was for his own good. They had him pee into a cup too then 'accidentally' spilled it all over his naked body. That meant they would have to give him a sponge-bath and keep him naked until he air dried.


‘Nurse and patient’ was not the only game Ben played. He was also the bad pupil in Teacher/student games when Samantha or Patty would play teacher and catch Ben being naughty. The punishment usually involved a bare bottom spanking and a humiliating time in the corner with his hands atop his head ( no covering up ) while the teacher and one girl classmate carried on with the lesson.

 These games were strangely exciting for Ben even though he blushed and was embarrassed at being naked in front of girls. But by the time he reached grade two, Ben had been socialized among kids his own age long enough to realize he should not be exposing himself so. Therefore, the games stopped. But he was still curious about his own feelings for, strange as it was, Ben found the more humiliating he felt, the more excited he felt. Even when he was naked over his sister’s lap and getting spanked until his buttocks turned red, even as he was crying, he still felt oddly excited, almost as though he enjoyed it.

 But Ben put the games and his feelings aside, or at least into the back of his mind where he ignored them for a long time: five years, in fact. But the summer between seventh and eighth grades saw an awakening of those feelings. Stirred on by certain internet sites and puberty, Ben, at age 12, felt those odd feelings return. Ben decided to explore a bit deeper but, he figured, from a safe cyber-distance and anonymously under a fake name.

 Ben began by visiting FemDom web sites, Forced Nudity Sites, and Naked In Public sites. Then he zeroed in on something that really stirred his imagination and his hormonal heightened hunger for sex, Clothed Female, Naked Male (CFNM) stories. One such site had a links page and a chat forum.

By mid July, Ben was net-chatting with girls and women from around the world, and role playing for them; playing strip poker, spanking himself on his bare buttocks, taking dares to strip in front of his bedroom window with the lights in his room on. The sort of games he felt were safe but exciting. After all, these girls were from half-way around the world and didn’t know who he really was. And, most importantly, Ben had only described what he’d done, not actually sent photos. Ben felt quite safe. He also knew enough to keep this activity secret from Samantha. Ben did most of his role-playing chat between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. when his sister and parents were bound to be fast asleep.

But one night Ben was feeling most daring and when a girl who said she was from New Zealand asked him to Instant Message her so their truth or dare game could go faster, he complied. This girl, Maggie, a 16 year old with a decidedly FemDom streak, gave Ben a set of mild dares which got him playing with himself through his underpants briefs. She told him she was going the same in her thong which was all she was wearing, even though it was winter and mid-day on her side of the world.

 Then Maggie upped the dare. She dared Ben to exchange web-cam connections so he could see her fingers at work between her legs and she would be able to see him perform his dares. Ben hesitated. Maggie waited patiently for his instant reply. After one minute with no response from Ben, Maggie sent him the connection with request to accept.

 What was Ben to do? This 12 year-old boy was being invited to watch a 16 year-old girl, who was all but buck naked, play with herself for his viewing and masturbating pleasure. He hit accept and half his lap-top screen filled the image of a girl from the neck down.. central to this image was her scantily clad pussy being stroked by the fingers of her left hand. And from what Ben could tell, as her fingers occasionally moved the meager fabric from side to side, Maggie kept her pussy mound smooth shaven.

A soft whisper sounded from Ben’s laptop speakers, “ Let me see what you’ve got, Big Bad Boy “ That was his chat handle and big was something Ben certainly was by now. Without a thought and without even thinking of adjusting the cam view setting, Ben sent his webcam invite to Maggie. Up on his screen came both their images: she still playing between her legs and he slouched in his chair, wearing only his tented briefs.

Her voice again, this time sounding as if she were smirking but breathing hard: “ Big Bad Boy! I said show me what you’ve got and there you are still wearing your white briefs. Off with them now and show me how big and bad you really are!” Maggie’s accent was strange to Ben.. sort of like a female version of Paul Hogan’s Crocodile Dundee with the swarthy, seductive tone of Kathleen Turner.

And that’s when a lot of feelings, repressed for years, came to the fore. Ben put his thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of his underpants, lifted his butt off the chair a ways then pulled down his shorts. It was only then that he noticed his full image on the screen; the webcam was pointing directly at him and, while Maggie’s face was not in view, his most certainly was. He went to adjust the cam when Maggie spoke sternly, “ Don’t you dare touch that camera! And, 3-B, I said take off your underpants, not just pull them down. Do it NOW! “

Ben’s face went beet red. He wasn’t thinking, he was reacting.. and not just reacting, he was obeying. And what’s more, he really felt he had to. ‘And why not?’, his inner voice whispered, ‘ She’s just in cyber-space and half a world away.. and besides, I want her to see me naked and I want to do this.’ So he told himself as he reached down and unhooked his underpants from his ankles and showed them to her. He did not move the cam and, in fact, adjusted his position so she could see both his face and his body in all his naked, stiff glory. The dare had been for her to play with herself through her thong on camera. She double-dared him to do likewise in the nude. He did it and was very near reaching climax when she closed the connection and a text message appeared in the IM screen:

 I HAVE TO GO NOW BUT YOU KEEP PLAYING BY YOURSELF.. BUT DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO CUM UNTIL WE PLAY AGAIN TOMORROW. SAME TIME BUT BE WEARING ONLY UNDERPANTS WHEN YOU CONNECT.

Ben IM’ed back ‘OK’ and closed his eyes while her stoked his erect cock and smiled as his mind’s eye still saw Maggie’s thighs and thong-patch covered pussy.. her bald pussy!! At that thought he very nearly shot his load, but he pulled his hand away in time and let his muscles relax and only a little juice came out. He had obeyed and he was happy.

In the bedroom down the hall from Ben's room, his older sister, Samantha was happy too. Sitting there in her thong, pretending to be a girl from New Zealand, Samantha had clicked the PrtScn button several times, each time saving the lewd image of her brother to a word doc which she would later make into a pdf.

 Ben was smart with computers but a little careless. The week before he had left his lap-top out with the history still fresh. Samantha happened on it by accident but when she saw what sites her little brother had been visiting, she couldn’t resist the temptation to have some fun at his expense. She knew his handle and what he was writing by following cached chat exchanges. She also knew when he got on line each night. So she set him a trap and he’d taken the bait. Oh, this was going to be an interesting summer.


 Chapter 2

The next night Ben went to bed in his bikini briefs, the tightest shortest underpants he had. At 2 a.m. he went on line and contacted Maggie via IM and his web cam. This time Maggie did not reciprocate with a cam-connection. She could see him, but he could not see her. Also they couldn’t hear each other but text lines appeared at the bottom of their computer screens. He was performing for her, an all-seeing but unseen audience.  As that thought entered his head, Ben was strangely excited and he remembered a time years ago when he’d had that same tingling feeling. Their conversation began.
 
Maggie: Ben! How nice to see you.. so much of you, too. Nice panties, boy.
Ben: Briefs, boys call them briefs in America.
Maggie: In New Zealand we do too. But you are to call them panties, do you understand?
Ben: Okay, whatever.
Maggie: You must call them panties because I ordered you to wear only underpants and you obeyed. So, that makes you a panty-pussy, a PP with a penis, right?
Ben ( smiling ): I guess so.
Maggie: You do have a penis, yes? Show it to me, panty-pussy.
 
Ben smirked as he was really enjoying this role playing. His cock was getting bigger as he pulled his briefs ( ‘no,’ he thought, ‘ my panties’ ) down to his knees.
 
Maggie: Nice, PP; but make it bigger
 
Ben complied and slowly stroked his cock until pre-cum formed at its tip. He was breathing harder now.
 
Maggie: You look like you’re enjoying yourself, panty-pussy. Is it the touch, the smell, the fact that I’m watching, or a combination of all of the above? LOL
Ben: All, especially the smell. It’s so sweet.
Maggie: And so are you Ben. Put some of your juice on your finger tip and sniff it. Good boy! Keep pumping out more clear nectar and take it on your finger.. that’s it.. now shove some up your left nostril. Good. Now the right one.
 
 
This went on for five or six minutes and all the time Ben was following Maggie’s orders, the lad was remembering the last time someone watched while he smelled that delicious aroma. He had stopped playing ‘doctor’ with his sister Samantha and her pal Patty around his eighth birthday. Patty and his sister Samantha decided to end their games. She had said Ben was too young to have any real fun. Ben wasn’t quite sure what she had meant. But his last ‘doctor’s appointment ‘ in Patty’s garage that summer was the end of their kids’ games.
 
That day, almost five years ago, nurses Samantha and Patty had to call in a specialist, Doctor Tom. Little Ben had come down with a bad cold and nurse Patty had already got him to strip in the examining room ( the garage ) and nurse Samantha had taken his temperature anally with her greased finger-thermometer. But now Ben needed another professional opinion and a new treatment. “Bend over, Ben Dover” something he’d often heard during doctor and teacher games. He did and this time nurse Samantha said, “ Close your eyes and open your mouth, Ben.” He did and he heard giggles from behind him.
 
In front of him he heard something.. not sure what... something like a zipper being pulled... then he smelled a strange scent. He liked it, whatever it was. He stayed bent over, mouth open, eyes shut tight for a couple of minutes all the time smelling something sweet and the odor was getting stronger.
 
Nurse Patty tried to sound serious but was giggling so much as she told Ben that Doctor Tom had a big lubed thermometer that Ben was to take orally…. you know in the mouth. And just like the lubricated finger-thermometer up his butt, the doctor would have to lube up Ben’s lips and tongue first before taking his temperature.
 
That’s when the sweet smell became a sweet taste as the ‘big thermometer’ coated Ben’s lips and entered his mouth. Apparently it took over ten minutes to get an accurate reading, because Doctor Tom kept taking the thermometer in and out of Ben’s mouth. The nurses told Ben to suck on it like a lollipop. By the end of his treatment, Ben was sucking like a pro.
 
But just as Tom’s medical tool was getting hotter and bigger, the doctor pulled back and Ben heard him moan and the nurses sigh. Then nurse Samantha thanked the doctor and said they’d make sure little Ben drank all his medicine the doctor was leaving for him.
 
A few minutes later Ben stood up, opened his eyes and nurse Patty had handed him a plastic cup with his medicine to swallow. It didn’t taste sweet like the thermometer; it was kind of bitter. But he drank it down any way.
 
That was almost five years ago and Ben now knew what the medicine was and what Tom’s thermometer was. He still loved the smell of his own pre-cum and often had gotten a taste of his own ‘medicine’ too. But Maggie from New Zealand wouldn’t let Ben come just yet.
 
Maggie: Pull your panties up and finish yourself off inside them, Ben
 
Ben obeyed and after soaking his underwear he wrote back to her
 
Ben: Thanks for making me do that and for calling my briefs panties, I like that.
Maggie: You like to wear panties, don’t you? ( she was just teasing with the term but was surprised when Ben replied: )
Ben: Yeah, sometimes I sneak into my big sister’s room and try on some of her panties.
Maggie: Really? You have a sister, do you? Well, does she know how you enjoy wearing her undergarments?
Ben: Hell no! she’d tease me for ever if she knew.
Maggie: In that case, your next dare will be easy but scary. Your sister must be asleep, so just sneak into her room and borrow one of her bras and a pair of her panties… make it bikini panties or a thong if she has such naughty panties.
Ben: I know she does. Okay.. brb..
 
And off Ben went down the hall as his sister was closing her lap-top and partially covering up her naked body with a sheet. Ben crept into her room and silently pinched a bra and one of Samantha's thongs. He looked back at his big sister before he left her room. His own panties tented as he watched her stir in her sleep, revealing her boobs and, when she turned back, her bare buttocks. Ben was glad it was summer and it was good to catch a glimpse of his sister’s nude body.. she had seen his plenty of times.

 It was a warm night and was about to get even hotter.
 

Chapter 3
 
In her bedroom, Samantha opened her lap top, smiled and waited. Ben began typing immediately.
 
Ben: She almost woke up, I think… but I got her stuff. See?
Maggie: Panty-pussy, have you ever tried on one of your sister’s thongs?
Ben: Yes, but never with anyone watching but me in the mirror.
Maggie: Show time!
 
Ben slipped off his own underpants and managed to squeeze into Samantha’s red, black lace lined thong.. Then he turned about and even stuck his butt out so Maggie could have a good look. Ben was enjoying this so much, he nearly wet himself with excitement.
 
Maggie: Stroke yourself some more, Ben. Get that thong sexy-soiled with your boy-cream. ( in her room, Samantha was doing some stroking herself )
 
Ben managed to get lots of his pre-cum on the inside of the triangle of cloth that was his sister’s thong. But Maggie had him slip it off and shove it in his mouth before he had a chance to reach a climax. Instead, Maggie made him hold the bra in front of his cock. The second coming was nothing like in the bible… but his cups did runneth over .. well, his cum splashed and smeared the inside cups of his sister’s bra. On command, Ben used his tongue to move his spent semen all over the bra cups and he used the thong to wipe his cock clean. Both pieces of Samantha’s underwear were smeared with his cum.
 
Maggie: Well done, panty-pussy. Keep your trophies under your pillow or in your pillow case tonight so they won’t be seen. I have one more dare for you before you get to sleep.
Ben: If it was like the last one, I’m ready to do your bidding… Mistress Maggie.
Maggie: Good boy… you’re a good panty-pussy. But your next dare will be on the bare. It will be easy though. Just go as you are now, buck naked, for a quick run around the block a few times for a five minute work out. Then come home and sleep in the nude. Simple.
Ben: Not a problem. I’ve done that late at night before.. only in my backyard, of course.. but it’s so late, no one will be out to see me.
Maggie: Off you go then. It’s mid-day over here down under , so I have things to do, so I won’t be on-line when you return. But be sure to contact me the usual way tomorrow.. same time, but not the same outfit. At 2 a.m. tomorrow be wearing your sister’s thong. And do not wash it or the bra.
 
Ben tip-toed down the stairs and slipped out the front door and walked briskly down the sidewalk. He moved on to lawns when he could as it felt better on his bare feet. It was a warm and moonless night. It was going to be easy, like Maggie had said.
 
A minute after Ben had left the house, his sister crept downstairs and softly closed the front door.. and locked it. She then went to the side and back doors and made sure they too were secured and locked. Then she went to her room, set her alarm, and crawled into bed. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.
 
The alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. and Samantha jumped out of bed and got into her sweat pants and top, her tube socks and running shoes. She was out the door just as the sun was beginning to break the horizon. She left the door unlocked.
 
A chilled and frightened, anxious and naked 12 year old boy dashed out from behind the shrubbery at the side of the house and tried the door. Ben almost cried with joy as the door opened and relief flooded his heart. He had spent almost three hours outside naked and hiding from the occasional passing city truck, graveyard shift worker returning home or early rising commuter. He had not been seen, but only because he’s stayed hidden. Thank god his sister was careless and had left the door unlocked as she went for her daily run. Ben quietly went upstairs to his room and crashed.. It had been a long night.
 
For some reason Ben decided not to tell Maggie of his mishap when he contacted her at 2 a.m. He was wearing Samantha’s thong, as per orders, and it was tenting and tightening.
 
Maggie: You look like you need some relief, panty-pussy.
Ben: Shall I do it in her thong again.
Maggie: What do you think?
 
Ben didn’t even reply; he just smiled and shot his load into his sister’s thong and, on instructions, wiped his cock off with her bra making sue both bra and thong were sticky and stinky. Ben was feeling good about himself, excited to be doing this to a girl half-way around the world, and especially glad to be getting back at his sister. Then Maggie pulled the smug-rug out from under him.
 
Maggie: good, now sneak back into your sister’s room and put her thong and bra back where you found them. Put them back just as they are. Don’t even try to wipe them off.
Ben: No way! This is too much. Forget it, bitch. ( he was about to disconnect and end the session for ever when a text message ran on to his screen. He froze. )
Maggie: STOP! Ben Dover of Cypress Avenue Bethpage, Long Island New York. You will do as you are told.
 
Ben was dumb-struck. OMFG!!! How??? It couldn’t be. His e-mail dinged.
 
Maggie: Shall I write out your phone number too?  But a picture’s worth a thousand words, right? Open the e-mail I just sent you, Ben. It contains some interesting photos.
 
Ben opened the attachments and saw three of the screen print pictures Maggie had taken of Ben naked, jerking off and wearing his sister’s thong.
 
Maggie: In case you are wondering, I have ways of identifying someone from Instant Message postings.  Do as you’re told!
Ben: And if I don’t?
Maggie: If you dare to disobey me, these photos and more will be posted in the boys’ and girls’ bathrooms at the Bethpage Community Centre within the next 48 hours. I have Facebook friends in New York who do my bidding. Under the photos will be written your name, phone numbers and e-mail address. Now, are you going to do as you are told?
 
What choice did he have? Ben went into his sister’s bedroom with the cum-soggy bra and thong and put them back in her dresser drawer. Ben returned to his room. The computer screen was blank. Maggie had left the site and left Ben’s wretched life in ruins.
 
Down the hall, Samantha put her lap top away and stopped being Maggie. The threat would stick even without further contact from down under. But it was always there if and when she needed it. For now, her dresser underwear drawer had all she needed to get brother Ben, her panty-pussy prisoner, to do whatever she demanded. And Samantha / Maggie could be one demanding bitch.
 
In the Dover household that night muted sounds escaped the kids’ rooms. Chucking from Samantha’s, sobbing from Ben’s.
 
 
Chapter 4
 
Next morning, Samantha waited until their parents had left for work before making her next move. With soiled bra and thong in hand, she went to Ben’s bedroom and gently knocked on the door.
 
“ Ben, I think we need to talk,” she said in her sweetest, most simpatico voice. “ Let me in, please.”
 
With dread and guilt written all over his face, Ben opened his door just a crack and through the two inches of opening saw his big sister’s face looking anxious, caring and sad. He also saw her holding the cum stained underwear. Ben’s eyes started to tear up and he sobbed and incoherent “ I’m sorry.” He opened his door and Samantha gave him a big hug and shushed him reassuringly.
 
Acting like an incredibly supportive sister, Samantha took Ben’s hand and, as they sat together on his bed, she told him how she would stand by him and that he could depend on her sisterly love and that she would not be judgmental, but that for her to help me in this matter, he would have to be totally open and honest.
 
“ This is a common problem for little boys your age, Ben. “ Samantha gently stroked his hair and looked deep into his eyes. “ What you’re going through is nothing to be ashamed of, but you must not repress these feelings… no matter how embarrassing they feel now.”
 
“ Ummm, I’m not sure you understand, sis” Ben said through his sobs. “ I’m sorry I did that to your underwear and I’ll make it up to you somehow, but I’d really rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
 
His sister’s tone and demeanor changed in the wink of an eye.
 
“ It’s one way or the other, Ben. Either you are committed to working through your confusion and accepting your … ummm shall we call it ‘ your sexual identity ‘? Or else you will live a lie and be tormented in your psyche for the rest of your life. In which case, I will have no choice but to report your behavior to the authorities ( starting with mom and dad ) and have them proceed with psychological behavior modification... including shock therapy and testosterone-inhibiting therapy… you’ll be neutered.. chemically castrated! ” This psycho-jargon babble was nonsense, of course. But Ben hadn’t a clue.. all he understood was he’d be put in a nut house and have his nuts cut off if he didn’t let Samantha help him. He started to cry.
 
Smug Samantha reverted to her consoling tone and she gave her gullible, little brother comforting hugs as she gently pleaded with him to tell her everything.. all his feelings and fears and why he did this to her underwear.
 
Ben looked deep into her eyes and saw there exactly what she wanted him to see, a lifeline of hope, forgiveness and redemption. He hadn’t felt guilty about his feelings before this week ( he had suppressed urges before, true ) but it was more a fear of being caught doing something naughty. Now he was questioning his feelings and he felt totally lost. Which is exactly how Samantha wanted him to feel: lost, helpless and totally dependent on her… in fact, desperately submissive.
 
“ You must start at the beginning, Ben, if I’m to help you. You must tell me all. We’ll start with these….” She left the words unsaid and just held the soiled bra and thong directly under Ben’s nose. “ What made you violate me like this? “
 
Now Ben was really feeling guilty for what he’d done, how he felt, who he was.. everything. Guilty, empty, impotent and afraid. Just the way she wanted him. And her strategy worked like a charm. Ben started to hesitantly explain his actions but soon, with his sister’s coaxing, all Ben’s feelings were laid bare. He spilled his guts out telling her of his urges, thoughts and fantasies.. even some things he didn’t even feel, but fantasized that he might feel.  His pre-teen hormonal miasma was out in the open. He felt very vulnerable, naked, afraid but at the same time dependent on his big sister to help him through this.
 
It took over an hour of explaining about how he’d felt as a little boy during their ‘doctor’ games.. how he actually became excited when made to get naked in front of his sister and Patty and … he gulped before confessing this, how he enjoyed giving Tom a blow job.
 
 
Then Ben explained his forays on to CFNM chat sites where he’d met Maggie from New Zealand and how their truth or dare games led to his doing stuff that excited him. Samantha wanted details ( so she could help him, of course ) and Ben showed her the e-mailed photos Maggie had taken and explained the role playing and dares he’d done.
 
“ But how did she get your e-mail address, Ben? Isn’t all that cyber-stuff anonymous?” Samantha asked this with faked shock and skepticism in her voice.
 
Ben had to explain how Maggie had order him to do things like this….holding the soiled thong.. then blackmailed him into returning them so he’d be caught.. Ben said he thought Maggie just wanted to humiliate him .. like she had by taking photos of him in girl’s underwear.. and how she said she’d post the photos of these and worse on-line and even in hard copy ( gulp ) along with his name, phone number and address…. Ben was near tears again. Samantha switched emotional gears again; now her sympathy turned to rage.
 
“ Ben!!! Are you telling me some sadistic bitch from the other side of the world has our names, address and phone numbers? Do you know how humiliating this will be for me if my classmates see these? My brother the.. what did you say she called you? The pussy-panty?”
 
“ Actually, it was panty-pussy with a penis.” Whispered Ben.
 
“Whatever! You really are a panty-pussy, Ben.” she raged but then reverted to her gentler tones and continued, " But you’re my panty-pussy and I’ll do whatever I have to get you through this. No matter how humiliating and degrading this will be for you or me, I will not let that bitch get away with her despicable blackmail. And I won’t let them chemically castrate you either. No, Ben Dover, you are going to face up to your demons and walk proudly out of that psychological closet and embrace your inner panty-pussy. I’m behind you all the way, brother.”
 
“ Thank you, sis.” And Ben was sincerely grateful and eager to put his fate and into his big sister’s caring hands. Samantha saw her hands differently; in her mind, she had him by the balls.

 
 
 
(The End)