Demoted 2
By Kona-chan
kona145.xxx@gmail.com
Copyright 2014 by Kona-chan, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
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NOTE: This is a continuation of the story Demoted,
by Steam Train. It is written with permission from the original author.
It is highly recommended that you read that story first, to understand
what's going on.
As I marched into the other room, I kept my gaze
toward the ground, bracing myself for the most extreme humiliation of my life.
My breathing became shallow and erratic, I felt lightheaded, and my feet became
heavy as if they were being held down by some magical force. I wanted to stop
in my tracks, to go somewhere else…but where? Where could I go? Cathy had all
my clothes. I was naked. NAKED! Naked…with a tiny, pinky-sized penis that was
going to be seen (and no doubt ridiculed) by all the girls. I did as I had been
commanded to do.
As I crossed over into the other room, Captain
Cathy announced, “And here he is girls! Our little naked bitch-boy!”
The girls were covering their mouths and
pointing at my boyhood. There was a chorus of laughing, intermittently
interrupted by cheering and high-fiving. There were the expected remarks: “Hey
there, little boy!” “Wow! I didn’t know they came that small!” “Aw, it’s so
cute!”
I felt my face burn with shame. I kept staring
at the ground and walking through the jeers and taunts.
“Oh, my God! It’s so tiny! And hairless!” said
Kristina, a beautiful somewhat nerdy girl with dirty blonde hair. These
comments seemed to sting more because I had a huge crush on her. I glanced up
at her. She was laughing hysterically and pointing at my tiny cock. I tore my
gaze away. Tears began to well up in my eyes now that I was fully-aware of what
she and the rest of the girls in the club thought of me. I had thought about asking her out once, but
now…there was no way. There was no way she was going to date a small-dicked
loser, much less a little boy that didn’t even have the first signs of
maturity. I let out a groan and closed my eyes, trying to prevent tears from
escaping.
I thought it couldn’t get any worse when someone
said, “You can’t even see it from here! He looks like a fucking Ken doll. Where
is it?”
I came to an abrupt halt. My mind was so
pre-occupied that I hadn’t realized something. I was looking at the ground
nearly the whole time, but I hadn’t noticed that I couldn’t see my penis. I
bent over and to my horror saw that my dick had actually retracted into my body
as a result of the nervousness that I had previously. No shaft was visible at
all. It was just a nub, with even the head being partially inside of me. So
this was what everyone had been laughing and pointing at the whole time…and I
just barely noticed! Ah hell, I would have been lucky to have walked in with a
pinky-sized penis instead of this.
I instinctively covered up. Cathy barked,
“Private! I gave you a command to stand at attention and march!” Two of the
girls came over and each grabbed an arm and yanked it away from my body. Upon
inspecting my dick closely, one of them said, “Look at his baby dick! With his
tiny balls doesn’t he look more like a Barbie doll?” They both began laughing
uproariously. Captain Cathy approached me in this vulnerable state. She had a
smirk on her face as she took in the sight of my shriveled genitals. She took
out her camera and snapped a series of full-body pictures, as well as some
close-ups of my penis, which at the moment was hiding, much to my extreme
embarrassment. Clutching my “tiny balls”
in her fingers, she rolled them around while I squirmed. “How does it feel,
having a woman who you formerly out-ranked and looked down on literally having
you by the balls? Oh, we’re going to have some fun with you, Alex. You’ll so
fit right in,” she said, giving my nuts a good squeeze before letting go.
She then circled around to examine my backside.
I jumped as she lightly traced the curves of my buttocks with her nails. Coming
full-circle to face me, she bent down and with a look of feigned frustration
said, “You know, I would have thought that would’ve made the little guy come
out of his shell. Oh, what shall we do, girls?”
The girls looked at each other mischievously,
some whispering into another’s ear. I nervously looked at the Captain, who
seemed to be in contemplation. “Wait a minute,” she finally said, “didn’t
someone mention before that there was a part of the male body that you could
poke and it would give him an instant stiffy?” Half the girls looked at each
other. One finally answered, “Yeah, it’s the prostate.” “Right!”, Cathy said.
“If I remember correctly, it had something to do with a boy’s butt. But I can’t
remember what that person said about it.” The other female said, “Captain, to
get to it, you have to penetrate his…um, anus, and do a finger massage in the
cavity.” I gasped. The girls looked at each other in disgust. Cathy said, “Is
there no other way to get his penis to stick out?”
Cathy put on a latex glove and jammed it into my
mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking bite me, Private, or you can be assured that
your “privates” won’t be there by the end of tonight”, she said as she rolled
her fingers in my mouth.
“That’s it, bitch. Get it nice and wet so I can
slide right in.”
After taking her hand out of my mouth, she
ordered that I be bent over and my cheeks spread apart. “I don’t know exactly
what to look for,” she said, “but it doesn’t stop me from trying. Alright,
Private Mitchell, prepare to have your anal virginity taken.” I pleaded,
“Cathy, please don’t do this! You can’t do this! I’m begging you!” Cathy
responded, “That’s Captain Cathy to you, you little shit! I can’t do this to
you? I really don’t care right about now. All those hard times you’ve given
me…this is going to be sweet!”
With those words, she rudely jammed her moist
gloved fingers into my rectum. I jumped and yelled out in pain, trying
desperately to get free, but the girls had a tight grip on my arms. “Isn’t this
fun, little Alex?” Cathy said as she twisted, pushed, probed and rotated her
fingers as she explored my anal cavity. Oh, yeah. This was the definition of
‘fun.’ She finger-fucked my butthole while I screamed in pain. I knew Cathy was
a bitch, but I didn’t think she would enjoy raping my virgin backside. Tears
rolled down my cheeks, and I started crying. Eventually, through enough prodding,
she found a soft tissue, and began to knead it. I’ll admit, despite the pain
and burning that my poor anus was experiencing, this felt good. Too good. I got
a familiar sensation as I felt a stirring in my loins and my erection
returning. Realizing that she had once again brought me to full-mast, she
pumped her hand a few more times into me, then pulled out suddenly. A few farts
followed her hand out, which made everyone giggle.
They then stood me back up, and everyone
gathered around. There was my penis, all three inches of it, in its full glory.
“Is that it?” someone exclaimed, “Is that really
how big it gets?”
“Yup,” said Captain Cathy, “that’s how big he
was when I first stripped him in the other room.”
Everyone laughed at my shame. I was openly
sobbing by this point.
“Aww, is poor little Alex crying?” Cathy said,
wiping a tear from my cheek. “Serves you right. All the shit I had to take from
you. I have a good mind to torture you every fucking day of your life. You’ll
be begging me within a month for me to end your life, I fucking guarantee it!”
“Cathy!” Kristina called out, her eyes widening
and her hand covered her mouth once she realized what she had done. “I mean,
Captain, uh, aren’t you being…you know, a little harsh?”
The Captain walked over to Kristina, who
initially sunk back in fear of retaliation.
The whole room went quiet. After a few moments,
Cathy said, “What’s it to you, sister? What’s this useless fuck’s life worth to
you?”
Kristina just looked down on the ground, afraid
to do or say anything. What was that? I
wondered.
Cathy sighed and returned to her post in front
of me. She once again started to massage my testicles and then started to
stroke my baby dick. “It is rather cute,” she said, “but still, I don’t know
what girl in her right mind would want a guy that’s hung like a baby.
Seriously, I doubt you can even satisfy a damn 9-year-old with this shit.” She
pulled on the head of my penis painfully, then let it go so it slapped back
against my belly.
Cathy ordered me to stand at attention with my
hands firmly glued to my side, warning me that if I moved even an inch, she
would have me march outside naked, and she didn’t care who saw me. She
announced, “Your new Captain has secured entertainment for you today. Ladies,
this “man” is all yours.”
With that, hands rushed out toward me. I tightly
closed my eyes as they roved over every inch of my body. Most focused on my
area of shame. The fact that I was pretty well-built and had quite an athletic
body only further served to add to my humiliation at having a bald, small
package. It was like a cruel joke.
“He’s so small,” someone said.
“I know, right? He looks like he’s fucking 10 or
11.”
“At least something’s sticking out now. Before
it was more like an enlarged clit.”
Someone got the idea to put me on a leash, since
now I was their “bitch”. They found an old one in the supply room and put it on
me. I didn’t know how much more I could take. The world felt like it was
spinning around me. Why the hell was this happening to me??
“Something the matter, sister?” Cathy inquired.
I opened my eyes to see who she was talking to.
Cathy spotted Kristina, the only girl in the room that wasn’t partaking of the
day’s “revelries.”
“Your captain has gone through great pains to
bring you entertainment,” Cathy said. “Is that not good enough for you?”
Kristina avoided the Captain’s gaze, as before.
This time Cathy wasn’t taking her shit. “I asked you a fucking question!” she
said sternly. Kristina looked around, as if she didn’t know how to respond or
what to say. “Do you not see a little naked boy in the room?” asked Cathy, who
was obviously indignant but was trying to maintain her composure. By now,
everyone had stopped what they were doing and had focused all of their attention
on the two. Aimee, who was kneeling before me, turned her attention to them as
well, but not before gripping my nuts with her fingers to prevent me from
escaping. Right, like where was I going to go in this state?
“Answer me, goddammit!” Captain Cathy snarled.
Kristina cowered and her eyes began to fill with tears. She shook her head and
nervously looked about. Cathy glared at her, her breathing becoming heavier,
and her jaw tense. “Are you going to join in the fun or not?” she asked. “I’ll
give you a simple choice. If you don’t participate in the activities for the
day, you can just go home. But don’t just stand there in the corner like a
dunce! So which will it be?”
Kristina, who obviously didn’t want to attract
any more negative attention, made her way to me. She knelt in front of me,
until her face was level with my cock. She half-heartedly grabbed my ballsack
and began to fondle me. She looked like she was going to say something, but
then let go of my balls and looked away. “I can’t…” she started.
“Can’t…what?” Cathy asked, genuinely bewildered.
“What is it? Don’t tell me you’re gay!” This caused the girls around to laugh.
“Lesbian? Lesbian!” some said, looking at each other. “No, that’s not true,”
she cut them off. “It’s just…I can’t agree to this! He doesn’t deserve it, no
matter how shitty he may have acted in the past.”
Cathy looked at her with exasperation. “Let me
get this straight,” she began, “you’re telling me that after what we did to
acquire our club’s special toy, you expect us to let him go just because you
feel the little shit is getting his little feelings hurt because we’re making
fun of his little wee-wee?? Don’t you realize this is the opportunity of a
lifetime? We have a real live boy, who is going to serve us probably for the
rest of his time in school! You can’t just stop something like this just
because you had a moment over a guilty conscience. This is nothing compared to
what I’m thinking about doing to him.”
Kristina stood up, defiant yet hesitant to
speak. Oh, man. I remember this was the moment I really started liking her. She
was cute, somewhat geeky, and her smile was pretty even with those braces.
“Sorry, Cathy, don’t mean to be insubordinate, but this is just…inhumane. I
can’t stand for it! I won’t…” She was interrupted by Cathy’s hand striking her
face, making her hit the floor with a thud. She rolled around the floor holding
her cheek with both hands.
“That’s CAPTAIN Cathy to you!” Cathy said as
calmly as she could, towering over her. “I’m going to give you one last chance to
redeem yourself. I’ll even make it easy for you. You can just go home, and not
tell another person what you saw here. Or you can join in the fun here, like
you’re supposed to be doing. But first, you’ve dampened the festive mood we
were in. You need to apologize to the club before doing either of those. So,
which will it be?”
Everyone looked at the two with genuine
fascination. It was a sort of relief for me. If I had access to my clothes I
might have attempted to escape. You know – run away, pack my bags, change my
identity, move to a different state and never, ever see these crazy bitches
again. After regaining her composure, Kristina said, “I guess…I’ll leave then.
But I’m not apologizing.” Gasps were heard from a few of the girls. “I-I won’t.
I’ve done nothing wrong,” she continued, her voice quivering. “A joke’s a joke.
But this is just sadistic, and mean.” A tear rolled slowly down her cheek.
“Well, you’ve chosen to disobey a direct order
from a superior officer,” Cathy’s voice boomed, “and if you were willing to
disobey that order, you probably wouldn’t hesitate to tell others about this
after leaving here. Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere now.” A couple of the
girls came over and grabbed Kristina, each taking one of her wrists. Kristina
struggled to break free, and demanded, “What are you doing? Let me go! You
can’t do this!” Cathy came over and slapped her hard on the other cheek, “If
you’re not with us, you are against us.”
Kristina had tears streaming down her face as
she continued to kick, scream, and struggle against the girls’ grips. She
didn’t calm down until receiving several blows from those around her. Cathy
went around her, and kicked her knees out, so that she was forced into a
kneeling position. Someone punched her in the back of the head, causing her to
go limp. Coming around to face her, she said, “You know the rules of the club.
For this, you must be disciplined. You’re lucky that I don’t demote you in
rank, but that doesn’t mean I won’t lower your status in other ways.”
Kristina looked at Cathy with terror-stricken
eyes as she contemplated what she meant. Her question was answered when she
heard Cathy give the command, “Strip her.” Upon hearing this, Kristina’s limbs
came back to life with newfound energy, and she struggled as hard as she could
to get away and be free from their grasp. Two of the other girls, tackled her
to the ground, with the heaviest person sitting on her lower back. They took
off her shoes, socks, skirt, then put her in a sitting position and pulled off
her shirt, some of her buttons and fasteners popping off and scattering in the
process. Once she was just in her bra and panties, they threw the remaining
clothes playfully from one girl to the next. The now red-faced Kristina cringed
and attempted to retrieve her clothing, all the while covering what little she
could. The clothes ultimately ended up in Captain Cathy’s possession, and she
non-chalantly threw them over her shoulders against the wall behind her.
“Attention on deck!” the Captain ordered. Everyone immediately stood at
attention, with Kristina understandably having the most trouble in complying
with that command. She looked at the ground in shame, and it looked like she
wanted to cover up. Cathy continued, “Because of your unacceptable actions here
today, you will be properly disciplined and humbled. But before then, I must
know something.”
She hesitated for a bit. Some of the girls
looked over and leaned in to hear what she was going to say next. Kristina also
wondered why she had stopped, and looked at her. Cathy waited for Kristina to
make eye contact, then she asked, “Why? Why do you care about him? You know
what a total dick he’s been to me? It’s only fair. He’s only getting his
comeuppance. No one else has a problem with this…except you. So why…” Cathy
paused as she realized something. “Holy shit! Don’t tell me you’ve got the
hot’s for him!” Another round of gasps can be heard throughout the room. “So is
it true? Do you have a crush on this little worm?” Cathy asked intently,
visibly leaning forward for the answer. Kristina looked her in the eye, then
looked down toward the ground again, closed her eyes, and slowly nodded. The
whole room came alive with laughter, and hoots and “oooooh’s”. Cathy barked,
“Order! I will have order in this room! At-ten-tion!” Everyone froze. Cathy put
a hand over her lower mouth, then paced back and forth before the humiliated
girl. No one made a sound. I can hear my own heart pounding. The only thing
that could be heard was the sound of Kristina sniffling and sobbing softly.
Cathy finally letting out a giggle, making some of the other girls giggle
nervously, as well.
“I can’t believe, “she started again, “I just
can’t believe you would have a crush on…WHY? Why would you have a crush on him,
especially after seeing how much of a little “boy” he actually is? What the
fuck is so attractive about Alex Mitchell??” Kristina continued to look at the
ground. “I-I don’t know,” she said softly, barely above a whisper. Cathy
laughed uproariously. The rest of the club chimed in. “Oh, this is priceless,”
Cathy said after catching her breath. “Well, then. What are we to do? Now we
definitely can’t let her go because she’ll rat us out to save her boyfriend –
emphasis on ‘boy’.” The girls laughed out loud at this while I looked down in
embarrassment, noticing that I had lost my erection and that it had shrunk back
to its miniscule flaccid size.
The captain stood there for a minute, trying to
gather her thoughts and the next best course of action. At last she spoke, “I
got it. I know what we’ll do for now. Since you seem to have taken a liking to
our little bitch-boy, then maybe you wouldn’t mind being treated in the same
way.” Kristina gasped, and looked at Cathy with a look of horror on her face,
as if to see if she was really serious. She was. In a similar manner to what
she had done with me in the other room, Cathy ordered, “Corporal Kristina
Bayfield, I order you to strip naked before this room and stand at parade rest
with your feet shoulder width apart. Do it now!”
Kristina’s fingers shook as she reached for her
bra clasp and fumbled with it until it unhooked. Everyone had their eyes on her
bare back as she slid the bra straps down her arms and dropped them in front of
her, at the same time covering her breasts with both hands. She waited there
and pleaded with Cathy, “Please…don’t make me do this!” She sobbed.
The captain’s hand came down on both of her
wrists, forcing her arms to drop and reveal her breasts. “Stop stalling and
covering up!” She barked. “And quit your damn crying! You’ve made your choice,
now deal with it. I gave you an order. Nice tits, by the way. Although, they’re
a bit smaller than I would have imagined.” The girls laughed as Kristina
lowered her head in embarrassment.
Kristina hooked her thumbs on the waistband of
her panties and very, very slowly lowered them to her ankles, then stood up
straight, her body visibly tense and her fists clenched from the sheer
humiliation. She was sobbing uncontrollably by now, her round but firm
buttcheeks vibrating and jiggling. A smiling Cathy looked her colleague up and
down several times taking in her youthful, athletic body. Then she said,
“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Kristina must have remembered Cathy’s command
to stand at parade rest so she split her legs, but must have forgotten that the
panties were still around her ankles. She fell forward, but caught herself with
her left hand, her beautiful ass high in the air. She recovered herself.
“Take the panties off first, dumbass!” Cathy
said laughing. Kristina blushed and bent over to take the panties off
completely then lay them on top of her bra on the ground. “It’s a good thing
you have such good reflexes from being a gymnast, but still, you’re a clumsy
little girl.”
Kristina slowly tried to put her hands behind
her back. “No, no. Not right now,” Cathy stopped her, “I said you’ll need to
strip naked before this room, not just before me. Which means you’ll have to
turn around, walk over to where our dear Private Alex is, and then split your
legs open and put your hands behind your back so that…we will be able to
see…everything!” Kristina cringed at this. Poor girl was bent over shaking from
head-to-toe.
Forcing her arms at her sides with what seemed
to be a lot of effort, she straightened up slowly. She then took several deep
breaths and finally turned around, her eyes closed tightly and her hands
clenched so hard they were shaking. There were whispers as we all took in the
sight of the naked Kristina. I’ll never forget the first time I saw a live girl
naked. She was sobbing miserably, her breaths erratic and heaving, making her
small but firm breasts jiggle and sway. She had an athletic build, with the
beginnings of a nice six-pack, well-toned. Her pussy was gorgeous. Light
straw-colored sparse hair over smooth clam-shell labia. Her knees were locked
together tight in an effort to avoid anyone seeing any more of her feminine
charms.
Then the taunts came. “Nice pair of tiny tits,
Kristina!” “Well, I knew they were small, but – damn!” “Look at that peach
fuzz! She kinda looks like a little girl!” Kristina hung her head in shame and
put her hands in the 3 o’clock/6 o’clock positions, apparently no longer able
to remain exposed. Cathy ordered, “Corporal Bayfield, parade rest!” Kristina
with head still bowed, uncovered herself and slowly spread her legs
inch-by-inch until they were shoulder width apart, her knees still wanting to
clamp together as if by some magnetic force. She then put her hands together
behind her back. A hand held her wrists in place and a few layers of duct tape
were applied so she wouldn’t be able to cover up again. Someone grabbed her
chin and forced it up, forcing her erect. Then with the other hand, she spanked
her knees until they were apart. In this position, her inner labia were barely
visible. “D-don’t…don’t look…please,” she said with a sob.
More of the girls approached her, their faces
hungry for her flesh. She withdrew, trying to back away from their grubby
fingers. A sharp slap on her ass by Cathy ended her attempts, and she
reluctantly stood up as straight as she could. Head turned to the left and her
eyes shut tightly, she braced herself for the worst. The initial touch made her
almost jump out of her skin. She yelped as the fingers of her classmates had an
almost electrifying effect on her nubile flesh. And they got EVERYWHERE. Some
explored her small breasts, some her ass, still others her almost bare crotch.
All she could do was cry, and pray it would be over soon.
“Let’s check out her REALLY private parts,”
someone suggested. “Spread her lips!” “NOOoooooo…!” came Kristina’s reaction,
coming out as more of desperate plea then a statement, ending on a soft but
sorrowful and dreadful note. “Good idea!” someone said, and then kneeled in
front of her. Her hands roved from her knees to the pink flesh of her labium.
She teased her by brushing her hands over her vulva, something that made
Kristina shudder.
“Hey, Bayfield, you ready to have your body’s
deepest secrets exposed?”
Corporal Bayfield didn’t utter a word, and just
kept crying. The girl continued to fondle her between her legs. “Okay, time to
pull back the curtains,” she announced teasingly. Kristina with her eyes still
closed tightly, shook her head back-and-forth, then looked away. Her lips were
arched down and were partly open, not quite concealing the clenched teeth
behind them. Her chin trembled and tears continued to flow non-stop over this
blatant molestation of her body.
The girl stopped massaging her pussy. “Let’s go
exploring in our little girl’s honey cave!” Kristina’s body visibly tensed as
she felt the girl roughly take her damp outer labia and slowly but steadily
spread them out, revealing her hidden pink interior. Her face was crimson red,
and her head bowed in shame at having her most intimate of parts being put on
display. That was the first time I saw a girl’s labia minora, or any part of a
girl’s “interior.” I mean, I’ve seen diagrams in school, and even a porn mag
here-and-there, but they never showed anyone’s “pink” before. Her insides were
moist and glistening from the girl’s stimulation.
Cathy saw Kristina’s posture and said softly,
“Kris, honey, don’t you want to look, too?” She very gently took her jaw in one
hand and with the other, she pushed the back of her head until her
line-of-sight would be looking toward the gaggle of girls around her, and her
own exposed body. Cathy whispered into the mortified girl’s ear, “Open your
eyes. That’s an order.” Kristina slowly opened one eye, then the other through
a pained expression. She couldn’t look anyone in the eye, in particular the
girl that was holding her pussy lips open. “Looks like her private parts are
not-so private anymore,” the girl said, laughing at her own joke. The other
girls began laughing, too and pointing and inching forward for a closer
inspection. Kristina whimpered.
One girl said, “Aw, look she’s whimpering like a
little puppy dog! Anyone got a leash and collar?”
Cathy said, “I think the guy over there with the
bald package has the only collar.” I was enjoying being invisible what with
Kristina being the new center of attention. Then half of the room began to come
over my way. I was bent over by the waist so that it would be easier to get the
collar and leash off me. After they got that off me, they took that over to
Kristina. They removed the tape binding her arms together. Once loose, Kristina
instinctively reached to cover herself again. Her hands were caught half-way
and spread back apart. “Corporal,” Cathy ordered, “I can assure you that if you
try to cover up again, not only will we walk you like the insolent little bitch
you are, but we will also walk you OUTSIDE and be sure you get the attention of
a lot of boys. I’m sure they would just LOVE to see that! Imagine word getting
around and about how everyone would know what you look like naked. Imagine
pictures of you being passed around with close-ups of your nearly hairless
pussy and your small…well, you get the picture. I think I’ve made myself clear
– now get on your hands and knees.”
Kristina put her hands to her face and slowly
lowered her body to the ground. When her knees hit the floor, she pleaded, “No
more…no more! Leave me alone! I won’t tell anyone, I promise, but let me go
home! Please!” She looked at Cathy in desperation with her hands together in
front of her in a pleading gesture. Cathy kicked her on the chest, knocking her
to the ground. Before she could recover, her foot was right below her throat,
preventing her from getting up. “Fine,” Cathy said, “You can leave. But you’ll
be considered a deserter, and therefore you will be dishonorably discharged
from the club, and you’ll be going all the way home…without these.” She held up
her clothes. Two girls grabbed her arms and started to drag her towards the
door. When they were about to open it, Kristina yelled, “Alright! Alright! I’ll
do it!” Cathy asked, “What will you do?” Kristina replied, “I’ll…walk around
for you.” Cathy added, “You’ll walk around…like a little naked puppy dog, won’t
you?” Kristina swallowed hard and repeated softly, “Yes. I’ll…I’ll..” She
couldn’t get the words out and ended up as a miserable pile on the floor,
sobbing uncontrollably. Cathy’s face changed to one of pity. She approached her
and ran her fingers through her hair to comfort her. “Shhh. We’re not going to
throw you out naked. But you needed to be taught a lesson in authority. You’re
just being very difficult right now, and we need to maintain discipline within
our ranks. I can’t have my non-commissioned officer acting like this. Now get
up. Stop crying and be a good little doggy for us.”
Wiping tears from her eyes, a distraught
Corporal Bayfield got on all fours. Her stomach tightened as she groaned and
fresh tears rolled down her face as the collar was tightened around her neck.
Cathy towered over her, as if watching to see what she would do next. Kristina
hesitated, and her eyes scanned the ground, as if trying to find the words.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said with choked sobs, “You won’t get any more trouble
from me. I’ll do what you want. I’m so, so sorry.” Cathy smiled and said,
“You’re forgiven, sister.” She then took off one shoe and sock and placed her
bare foot by her head. Kristina would put up no more resistance. Without being
told to, she rubbed her head up against her leg, and then kissed her foot. They
had broken her. She put her forehead on the ground in self-loathing.
Some of the girls then took her by the collar
and went to walk her, snapping some compromising pictures in the process. The
ones who were left once again turned their attention to me. Then the touching continued. This time, I
just let myself go, and enjoyed it. Hey, some pretty hot girls were touching my
body. Life can’t be all that bad. They laid me down on my back on one of the
tables and spread my legs for better access to my scrotum. One girl was jerking
my little thing (with two fingers, no less), and I began to rhythmically thrust
my hips and moan with pleasure. The girl noticed this and her and another girl turned
around and bent over. Then they flipped their skirts up. “Bet you wish you were
getting some of this right now, huh?” she teased, “Although, I would never
choose to screw you. That tiny, little thing, I don’t know if I’d even feel it
inside me. I’d rather just use my hand.” “No shit,” said the other girl, “my
kid brother’s dick is bigger than that. I feel for ya, little guy. I hope
you’re not stuck with that inch-worm between your legs for the rest of your
life. You’d never get laid…unless you’re really good at oral.”
“Speaking of that,” Cathy said as she entered
into our small circle, “The answer to this should be apparent to all of us, but
I just need to know.” She came closer, looked me in the eyes, and asked, “Are
you still a virgin?” I blushed. I had to admit I haven’t even touched a girl’s
boobs yet, let alone had sex. I looked away, and nodded.
“Yeah, I kinda figured,” she said, putting her
hand on my chest and tracing the outline of my pecs with her fingers. She
smacked her lips as her fingers migrated to the small bumps of my flat abs.
“I’ve had a couple of experiences, although both were bigger than the Hairless
Wonder over here. Still, despite what I said before about his little pee-pee,
he does have a good-looking body.” She continued to play with and caress my
shapely torso and mid-section.
She suddenly stopped. I looked at her and she
must have realized something. She said, “I wonder if he squirts yet.” The two
other girls looked at each other and my eyes went wide. Ian told me about
“shooting cum” but until now, I hadn’t. Cathy leaned in close to my face and
said playfully, “Let’s find out!” Before I could react, she held down both of
my hands, but I was too strong for her. When she saw that I was overpowering
her, she called one of the girls over. They each took an arm, and I was pretty
much helpless. The girl playing with my tool clinched my tiny marble-sized
balls as a warning not to try anything. She looked at Cathy. Cathy, in turn,
had a smirk on her face. She nodded her head once and the girl got to work
furiously pumping my little cock.
My breathing became heavier, and I started to
moan and grunt. The girl kept working it and said, “He’s getting close. Man,
this is a workout. Not used to doing two-finger handjobs.” Cathy laughed at her
smart remark, “I know, right? I’ll bet you anything nothing comes out.” My hips
began to buck along with her hand movements. The feeling was intense and almost
hurt. Sure enough though, I had a dry come and just shook as the orgasm passed
through me. “Yup,” Cathy said, “I knew it.”
I laid there for a long time, spread eagle, and
didn’t move. I was soaking up the feelings of the afterglow. My first orgasm –
not how I expected to have it, but whatever. I wasn’t going to lose my
virginity soon (or ever) anyway, especially now that all the girls knew I was
just a little kid. Oh, well. Guess I was just going to have to be satisfied
with playing with myself for the time being. I tried to laugh, but a half-sob
came out instead.
“Do you think Kristina’s a virgin, too?” I heard
one of the girls ask. They were all gathered in a circle by my feet. “I don’t
know,” one of the others responded, “She is the rather shy, bookworm-ish type,
but…you just never know.” “Right,” Cathy added, “you know what they say about
the silent, nerdy types.” “They’re freaks in bed!” everyone said almost in
unison. Just then, the other girls came back with Kristina in tow. Seeing this,
Cathy rose from her sitting position and turned to face me. “Looks like your
‘girlfriend’ is back,” she said, then her gaze went from my face to my now
flaccid, shriveled penis. She smirked, and then giggling covered her mouth with
her hand and turned to Kristina. The other girls looked at what she was
laughing at and also started to laugh along.
Cathy looked down at the humiliated Kristina,
who was still on all-fours. She kept her head down and didn’t say a word. There
were clear tracts from her dried tears visible on her face. Her breathing was
shallow, and she looked as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
“Well, Corporal Bayfield, have you learned your lesson?” Cathy asked her
expectantly. Kristina gave no response. “I see,” Cathy said and ordered her to
be bent over a chair. Kristina didn’t even put up a fight. She was like a limp
ragdoll. Cathy produced a big leather belt. She came down hard on Kristina’s
white ass. The first few smacks got virtually no response from the poor girl. I
was wondering if her mind had snapped until she started screaming from the
pain. “I see…you…could use…more…discipline,” Cathy said in between blows.
Kristina’s white globes became bright red and welts in the shape of the belt
began to appear. The assault on her back and ass was relentless. By this time,
she was wailing and begging her to stop. A single tear was produced by merely
witnessing such a scene. It rolled down my face and disappeared into my hair.
Cathy finally stopped, mostly to catch her breath. She looked at Kristina’s
wretched body, and said, “One more time, Bayfield, have you…learned your
lesson??” “Yes,” was the tearful response. Her voice was very shrill, and
almost whiny. “Yes I’ve learned my lesson!” she added frantically, “Please
don’t hit me anymore! Leave me alone!” She put her head down and sobbed
uncontrollably.
Cathy put her hand on her warm buttock. She
jumped from the pain and sting. “An interesting question was raised, friends,
as to the virginity of Corporal Bayfield. Since we have her in this position,
I’d say this is a good time to find out.” Hearing this, she tried to get up to
escape but a slap on her already swollen ass from Cathy calmed her right down.
Cathy spread her legs as the rest of the girls gathered around. Then, as for
the second time that day, Kristina Bayfield’s pussy lips were spread open, this
time until her hymen was clearly visible to the entire room. “Well,” Cathy said
when everyone was able to have a good, long look, “seems we got our answer.
Thanks for being such a good sport, Corporal.” Cathy closed up Kristina’s labia
and headed for the sink to wash her hands.
Later that night, everyone went home…almost.
Kristina was still considered to be in “punishment”, and had to sleep in the
shed naked for the night, her collar tied to a nearby pipe. They told
Kristina’s parents that she was going to have a sleepover at someone’s house,
to which her parents were grateful, saying that she needed to get out of the
house more often. After eating dinner (it felt good wearing clothes again), I
wanted to check on how Kristina was doing. I felt horrible the way they treated
her, and it was because of me. I wanted to ask her why it was she stuck up for
me like that in the first place. Was it true? Did she like me? I grabbed a
flashlight, then snuck out of the house and headed for the shed.
The shed was dark, almost creepy. I opened the
door and flashed the light around. “Who-who is it?” came a tiny, terrified
voice. I pointed the light at Kristina, who was sitting in a corner naked
except for an old blanket. She shielded her face from the light. I quickly
lowered the beam toward the ground and mumbled an apology. “I just…I just
wanted to see how you were doing,” I explained. She said nothing, and just
stared blankly ahead, barely even blinking. She wasn’t even concerned about
modesty, as her nipples were clearly visible. A few awkward moments slowly
passed. I approached her. She still didn’t move, as if she hadn’t realized I
was there. I knelt down. “Kristina,” I said softly, “are you okay?” She didn’t
respond and maintained a 1,000-yard stare. She looked like she was in some kind
of trance. The feelings inside me were driving me mad. I felt a pain in my
chest as guilt began to seep into my conscience. My eyes began to fill up with
tears. “I, uh,” I began, not knowing what else to say, “I don’t know if you can
hear me, but…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t want
this to happen to you. You’re like this because of me. I know you probably
never want to talk to me ever again, but please forgive me. Please? I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.” I began to sob. I wiped tears from my eyes and took off my
shirt. I laid it on Kristina’s chest, and pulled her blanket up. I stood the
flashlight upright so it basked the room in a dim glow.
I saw tears start to roll down Kristina’s
cheeks, then her chest started heaving. “Why…why,” she said, trying to get the
words out, “why…did this happen to me?” Her grief-filled voice pierced my
heart. It was all too much for me. I fell at her feet. “It’s because of me!” I
sobbed, “Blame me! You stood up for me and were punished by the girls. I don’t
know why you did, but you shouldn’t have! Don’t blame yourself for this, blame
me! I’ll make this up to you. I swear! I’ll give you anything! Anything! Only
don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me!” I was blubbering at this point. I
couldn’t stand the girl I had a crush on for so long hating me. I was willing
to do anything to take away her pain. When I came up for air, Kristina was
still in a stare, only now she had non-stop tears coming down and wetting the
blanket covering her shoulders. Groaning and sobbing sounds were the only
things that she elicited.
I sat shirtless on the floor by her side for the
longest time. I didn’t know how much time went by, I didn’t care. After I
couldn’t stand it any longer, I slowly crawled closer to her, and hesitantly
said, “Kristina? Look at me. Talk to me. I want to know you’re alright.” Tears
threatened me again. “Alright?” Kristina said finally, “Alright??” She looked
at me with anger flashing in her eyes. “Nothing is ‘alright’, asshole!” she
yelled, taking me aback, “I’m naked in a shed instead of sleeping in my own
room! I was paraded naked and led around on a fucking dog leash for EVERYONE to
see. I was stripped naked and ridiculed in front of my peers. I don’t know if I
will EVER be able to look any of them in the eyes again. And it’s ALL your
fault! Who the fuck told you to come here, anyway?? I don’t want you here! I
never want to see you again! You ruined my life! I hate you! Go home and leave
me alone! I don’t want your help, I don’t need your help! Now get out of here
before I kill you!!” She picked up my shirt and threw it at my face. I was
shocked. She actually said it. My face fell and fresh tears came to my eyes.
“Go! Get the fuck out of my sight!” I ran out of there, not even retrieving my
flashlight. I ran halfway to my house with my shirt still clutched in my hand.
I entered an alleyway and leaned on one of the sides of the houses. “I hate
you!” Those words kept on playing in my mind. It was over. It was all over. She
hated me. She didn’t want anything to do with me. And who could blame her? I
ruined her life. “I hate you!...I hate you!...I hate you!” I sat on the ground
and wept bitterly.
I laid in bed that night, but try as I might, I
just couldn’t go to sleep. The guilt was consuming me. I ended up staring at
the wall, exhausted. I put my head in my hands. I had no more tears to cry. It
had been an emotional roller-coaster the past few weeks. I was so scared of the
future. My life was falling apart. I was reduced to the lowest rank, was
publicly humiliated in front of all of the girls, had to be their little slave
for the rest of my time in school (until I can move somewhere else), and worst
of all, my crush absolutely hated me. “It’s all your fault…I hate you!” The
words kept replaying in my mind. What did I do to deserve this? I looked
upwards beseechingly. What am I going to
do?
I put on my clothes and once again snuck out. It
was darker at that time, and I didn’t have my flashlight. I didn’t have a plan.
I didn’t know what I was going to do. I just needed to get out of my room. The
shed was pitch black when I arrived. Through the cracks in the door, I could
tell that the flashlight was still on. “Hello?” I softly called as I entered
the threshold. I looked around in the dim room. She wasn’t where she was where
they tied her to the pipe. That’s when I spotted a tall figure out of the
corner of my eye.
I turned around, and there she was. She was
naked, standing on a chair, and she had made a noose with the leash and had her
hands raised to a horizontal beam, apparently trying to tie it. She was too
short, her fingers barely reaching the beam. The other end of the leash had
been thrown over the beam. She froze. Our eyes met. “Kristina,” I said, “What
are you doing?” She then looked up and stood on her toes and continued to try
to tie the rope to the beam desperately. She almost had the other end of the
rope when she lost her balance. She fell over and fell off the chair, landing
on the floor on her side. She made a groan from the pain, but before I could
help her up, she got up and said, “Keep away from me!!” She got back on the
chair and made another attempt to get the rope over, but then gave up, and
lowered her arms in frustration. Without looking at me, she said, “What does it
look like I’m doing?”
“Were you,” I began, fearing the answer, “going
to hang yourself?”
Kristina looked at me. “No shit, dumbass,” she
responded. When I asked why she wanted to kill herself, she said, “Are you
kidding me?? Do you not remember what happened today?” Her gaze fell to the
ground as she continued, “I just can’t live like this – not after what’s
happened to me. It’s too much. It’s just too much…” She began to cry again. I
began apologizing, “Please don’t cry! Let me get you something to wear.” I had
trouble spotting the blanket she was using earlier in the dark. I then just
decided I’d let her wear my clothes, so just like earlier, I removed my shirt
and handed it to her. She took it from me, but didn’t put it on. She just held
it to her chest as she tried to wipe the tears from her face. “I’m sorry,” I
said, not knowing what else to say, “I’ll-I’ll make this more even for you.” I
took off the rest of my clothes and laid them in a pile beside me. Kristina
stopped crying and stared at me, not believing what she was seeing. I shivered
from the cold. I got on my hands and knees in front of her. “Please, don’t kill
yourself,” I said, my voice cracking. “I know you…you hate me,” that word was
most painful to get out, “but, whatever I need to do, I’ll do it. You can hate
me – I deserve it. I got you in trouble. But, please, I just want to help.” I
took in a ragged breath, and looked up. Kristina had tears rolling down her
cheeks and her chin quivered. I crawled towards her and kissed both of her feet
and tearfully told her how sorry I felt. We both cried there for a long time.
I helped her down from the chair, and I took the
flashlight and found the old blanket, in a heap on the floor. Picking it up, I
shook it out, and offered it to her. She put on my shirt, then accepted the
blanket and said a short, “Thanks”, and wrapped herself in it and sat in the
corner where she originally was. She looked at the ground for a moment, then
looked at me and noticed that I had my arms crossed and I was still shivering.
After thinking for a bit, she opened her blanket up and made an inviting
gesture. I stood there for a second, as if this was some kind of joke. Then I
made my way over to her. Before I got in with her, she warned, “Touch me and
I’ll rip them off.” I looked at her to see if she was serious. The look on her
face confirmed her words. My first time being naked with a girl alone…not quite
what I had envisioned. We sat there for a long time, and there was something
that I wanted to ask her. “Hey,” I broke the silence, “if you don’t mind me
asking, why did you stick up for me earlier today? You didn’t have to, but you
did.”
She smiled weakly, then let out a short snort
through her nostrils, and closed her eyes. “Plenty of reasons,” she started
off, “For one, you’re really cute. I don’t know if you realize that or not.
Two, I couldn’t stand the shitty way they were treating you. I mean, when I
heard that a BOY was NAKED in the other room and was about to be presented
naked, I have to admit I was very…excited. AND, not only was I going to see a
boy naked, but it was going to be my cr-…uh, someone I knew, um, from the
club.” She looked away, embarrassed, and then continued, “Anyway, when you came
out, I was okay with it. Still thought it was wrong that you had to do that,
but I figured you must have lost a bet or something. Then, Cathy began
mentioning all of the evil things she was going to do to you. Then the club
members started touching you all over. I saw the look on your face. No one
deserves that. Of course, I paid the price for standing up to them.” We both looked
down at our bodies, only thinly covered by a blanket, and laughed. “Do you
regret it?” I asked. She cocked her head to the side said, “For sticking up for
you? Yeah, kinda. If I knew this was going to happen to me, you would’ve been
on your own, little man.” The edge of her mouth quivered, and her jaw was taut.
I suspected she was recounting the day’s events, and how things might have
turned out differently.
She played with some of the tassels of her hair,
as she pondered her next words. “Now it’s my turn to ask you something,” she
said. “Why did you come here? What made you come back, especially after I
yelled at you and blamed you for my humiliation today and told you that I hated
you and never wanted to see you again? What was it? Guilt?” I thought for a
moment. “Yeah, a little bit,” I said,” but it was also…” I closed my eyes in
embarrassment, then concluded, “I’ve-I’ve always had a huge crush on you.” That
brought a smile to her face. My heart was skipping. “I just-I just,” I
stuttered, all of a sudden really nervous, “I couldn’t just – just leave you
like that. It was all my fault. Cathy brought all of this on you because of me.
I came to apologize, but also to keep you company. I am so, very sorry.” I put
my face in my hands as the guilty feelings resurfaced. Looking away, I said, “I
couldn’t live with myself. I felt terrible. Why did you want to kill yourself?
I’m in worse shape than you are. You didn’t get demoted. I’m just a Private now
– a nobody. Anyone can boss me around, especially Cathy. I don’t understand why
you would..”
I stopped when I looked at her. She wore a
pain-filled expression and her eyes welled up with tears. I instantly regretted
asking. “They brought some other boys and girls over, probably some of their
boyfriends…who said they could keep a secret,” she blurted out, “they led me
around on a leash in front of them. They made rude comments about my breasts
and my-my body.” Her chest was heaving now as it was earlier today when she was
stripped. She began to cry again. “They began touching me, and putting their
dirty fingers in my, in my…oh, god! It felt like I was being raped!! One of the
boys was saying how, if we were alone, what he would do to me. They were all
saying they would pass me around like a piece of meat. They left but not before
each of them slapped me on the ass. I thought that was the end of it, but I
told them I needed to go to the bathroom. They made me go in the bushes like a
dog while all of them watched. It took me a long time for me to go since they
were watching. It got all over me. Then after that ordeal was over and we were
walking back to the shed, the girls were teasing me that that was only the
beginning. That I’d better get good at sucking dick and taking it in the ass
because they would sell me to every boy that could afford to pay their price. I would be forced to please
whoever they wanted.” She was frantic by now. “I don’t want to be a cheap
prostitute! I-I wanted to find a nice man to give myself to. Now that’s not
going to happen. They’ll tell everyone that I’m an easy lay, and that they’d be
able to have their way with me for a few bucks or a favor.” Her speech slowed
down, and she continued after a drawing a deep breath, “You wanted to know –
now you know. My life…is over. Please someone just kill me,” she said
pitifully, burying her face in her hands as she rocked back-and-forth.
A single tear hung on my jaw as I listened to
her. She kept rocking, saying, “I wish this was all a bad dream…bad dream…” I
put my head lightly on her shoulder, both of us in a world of unbelievable pain
and humiliation. We’ve both had our lives drastically changed, and we were both
very scared. “What can I do to make this up to you, Kristina?” I finally asked,
my head still on her shoulder. “Be my slave,” came the response, almost
monotone. “Only then will I forgive you.” I looked at her. She had stopped
rocking her body, and she no longer had her hands on her face. “What?” I asked,
puzzled. “It’s quite simple, darling,” she explained, “You’ve put me through a
lot today. My punishment officially ends at sunrise, but the ramifications of
this day will last for a very long time, possibly for the rest of my life. All
because I decided to stick up for you. What the hell was I thinking? This is
your fault. If you and your tiny wiener hadn’t shown up today, I would be in my
own goddamn bed right now. You’ve already owned up to it, so in order for you
to make it up to me, you need to pledge yourself to me whenever you aren’t
meeting the demands of the other girls.” She sniffled, and wiped the remainder
of her tears from her face. “I own your little ass,” she continued. “You do
what I say, when I say it, no questions asked. If you do well, I treat you
nice. If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell. Sound fair? Good,
because I don’t care if you agree to it or not, I still outrank you now, and I
can make you do whatever the fuck I want!”
I was stunned. Not that it made that much of a
difference, really, but that wasn’t what surprised me. What did was how
aggressive she could be. “I guess I have no choice, huh?” I said, giving up.
“Yeah, that’s right,” she responded, “If you think Captain Cathy is bad, trust
me, I’m the one you should be afraid of. What she’s threatening you with is
nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. You’d better treat me right.” She
closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, let it out and stood up, letting the
blanket fall to the floor, and uncovering her wonderful bottom-half. “And as my
first order to you,” she said, “Private, I want you to kiss me.” I sat there,
naked and slack-jawed over what she just said. Did I hear that right?
“Kr-Kristina, are you serious?” I asked, still having a hard time believing.
“Well,” she said, “I figured now my choices for finding a real man to give my
first kiss to are kind of limited. So, you’ll have to do. Now get over here and
kiss me, my little slave boy.” I did as I was told. Standing up, I got an
instant erection from the sight of Kristina Bayfield, only wearing one of my
faded shirts, her pussy in full view. Not knowing what to do, we fumbled around
until our lips met. We locked in a long, passionate kiss, our tongues sliding
around inside of each other’s mouths. The only thing that stopped us from doing
that indefinitely was we had to come up for air. We embraced and leaned into
each other, panting heavily. “Hey,” Kristina said sheepishly with her head on
my shoulder, “about me hating you, I don’t, I…you’re actually a really nice
guy.” My first kiss with a girl. It. Was. AWESOME!!
“Well, hasn’t this been a shitty day?” she said,
after we had gotten back under the blankets for warmth, “This was the worst day
of my life.” I looked down, somehow not wanting to believe that any of this was
real. “Yeah, me too,” I said, “It was the worst day of my life, too. I’ve never
been so humiliated, or felt so helpless.” She banged her head on the wall, gave
a sigh and uttered, “Shit.” “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” she replied, “I was
just thinking about tomorrow – well, technically later on today – and I’m
starting to panic a little inside. That was terrible how the Privates were
treating their NCO. Will the girls ever respect me again? Or will I be a cheap
slut to be used by the club now?” I looked at my watch. It was time for me to
go home and sneak in and try to get some sleep. “I need to leave,” I said, “I
don’t want people knowing I’ve been missing all night. You gonna be okay here?”
She banged her head on the wall and said, “I guess. Can’t get any worse – I
hope.” I stood up and retrieved my clothing. As I was buttoning up my pants,
her arms wrapped around my waist. Startled, I turned around and faced her. She
was still naked except for my shirt. She took it off and I could see her
budding breasts. Her nude form looked sensational in the dim light. I looked at
her face, her countenance telling me she wanted me to stay, and her eyes
silently invited me to be with her. I knelt down and put my mouth to her
titties. I suckled on them, played with them, and licked the front of her body.
She bent over, and we kissed again. After our make-out session, she held my
head in her hands and said, “Now that you’re mine, I want you to start calling
me by the proper title. Call me “ma’am” or “mistress.” I’m looking forward to
making you into my personal little toy.” Her hands reached down and gave my
butt cheeks a good squeeze, then she reluctantly said that I’d better go. I
gently tied the collar back around her neck, tied the end to the pipe again,
kissed her on the lips, then left for home.
Light pierced the window, and I shut my eyes
tightly, then turned over in bed and groaned. I felt like I was having that
brief dream where you were falling, but then realized my head was actually
slipping off the edge of the bed. Before I could react, I fell off the bed and
landed on the ground. “Ow…” I groaned. Really
shitty way to wake up. My aunt walked in the bedroom to see what the noise
was. She looked around the room, then saw me on the ground, the covers on top
of me. “I just came by to tell you breakfast is ready, sleepyhead. Did you just
fall out of bed?” I groggily looked at her and nodded. She got the covers off
of me, and I stood up. What I hadn’t realized was I must have been really
sleepy last night when I got home. I stripped off my street clothes, and didn’t
bother to change into my PJs. I basically went to sleep in my underwear. I
stood there and my aunt froze with a shocked expression on her face. I looked
down and I was completely naked. My hands immediately covered my privates, and
I looked around for clothes. I saw my boxers were on the bed. They must have
slid off during the night. I looked at my aunt, and she had a quizzical smirk
on her face. “Did-did I just see that right?” she asked, a mischievous grin
spreading over her face. Uh-oh. I
thought, wondering what kind of thing she was thinking of. She crossed her arms
and said, “Alright. I just want to check something. Drop your hands.” I knew it. I shook my head no. She then
took each of my arms and forced them off my crotch. “Oh, come on,” she said,
“stop being so shy – oh my…” She stopped as she looked at my bare genitals. A
smirk crossed her face and she stifled a laugh. Then she turned around laughing
hysterically. I was once again humiliated. I covered myself once she let go,
but realized there was no real point. The damage had been done. I just stood
there awkwardly, not believing the string of bad luck I’ve been having
recently. After her laughing fit, she pointed at my tiny penis and said, “Don’t
tell me! You’re fourteen years old and you have no pubic hair yet? Unless you
shave them off, but I don’t see any stubble or pores. And your tool is SO
small! That must be embarrassing.”
My ‘tool’ was semi-erect as my aunt kept poking
fun at it. “It’s so cute,” she told me, as she folded up my blanket and got
some fresh clothes for me to wear. “Looks like you’re a late-bloomer, kid. You
probably look the same as you did when you were, like, five-years-old, except
now you can pop a boner. Auntie still loves you, though. Has anyone else seen you
– wait! Did you get naked with your cousin, Ian?” I nodded my head, and then we
sat down on the bed (me still butt-naked) and I re-counted all of the things
that had happened. She listened to me empathetically, with a smirk
here-and-there when glancing at my penis. She was enjoying this a little more
than she should have been. “So, that’s why you woke up so late today. I see.
So, what are you going to do now?” she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and told
her I would just have to keep on doing whatever people wanted, and hope no one
else finds out about it. My aunt gave me a hug, which for some reason felt
different when one of us didn’t have any clothes on. “You’ll be fine, I think,”
she said assuringly, “but let Auntie know if you need any help.” She got up and
walked out the door, adding, “And don’t worry – your “secret” is safe with me,”
and gave me the small penis sign with her pinky finger before walking away
giggling. You gotta love my aunt.
I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I
had the feeling the club was going to keep me naked or nearly naked all the
time, so I might as well get used to it. I was well-built, nice pecs, tight
ass, washboard stomach. Only thing out of place was it looked like I hadn’t hit
puberty yet. I sighed and put on my clothes and went to have breakfast. I
headed straight to the shed where Kristina was. I hoped my ‘mistress’ was okay.
I arrived at the shed and found some of the
girls from the club were around the door, hanging out. They greeted me and
informed me that Corporal Bayfield was busy getting dressed. I breathed a sigh
of relief knowing she was alright. They told me I could sit down until they
were done in there. Soon afterwards, Captain Cathy walked out and seemed
somewhat distraught. She hid her expression once she saw me and said, “Well,
hello there, little Alex! Didn’t expect to see you here. I thought from
yesterday, you’d still be crying under your bed covers.” This caused the girls
to laugh along with her. “Hello, ma’am,” I said unenthusiastically. “He’s here
to see his girlfriend,” one of the girls told Cathy. Cathy smiled. “Aw, you
make a cute couple,” she said, “with her small boobs and your small dick.” She
went and opened the door and let us all in, slapping me on the ass as I passed
her. Kristina was sitting on one of the chairs, fully clothed. She smiled shyly
when she saw me. “It’s good to have clothes on again,” she said sheepishly. “I
know the feeling,” I responded.
The next few hours I spent with the girls,
discussing my future role in the club, what to do now that I was a Private,
although actually worse than that – a puppy dog. Of course, I had no real say
in the matter, other than to just accept whatever the terms were. Then, there
came up the dreaded “body issues”, as apparently my body was no longer my own.
A lot of questions on that were raised. Could it be possible that I be naked
all the time while in the presence of the girls? What if we had visitors? What
about when it got cold? Did I have any control over who touched what? When was
it “too far?” As can be expected, Kristina stuck up for me a lot, sparing me
much of the degrading ideas the girls wanted to try out. The girls
intermittently looked between me and her. After our meeting was over, Cathy led
me and Kristina to a private area. I gulped and felt butterflies in my stomach.
“Corporal Bayfield,” Cathy said, “some of the girls told me what they did to
you yesterday. For that I apologize. It wasn’t supposed to go that far, which
is why we had the meeting like we did, so that something like that doesn’t
happen again.” She looked at me briefly, then continued talking to Kristina,
“You are not to take their threats seriously. You will not be sold into
prostitution or become a sex slave. Your punishment is over. Those people will
receive a sharp reprimand for their actions.” Kristina looked like she was
going to pass out. She covered her eyes with one hand and cried a little,
relieved that her worst fears were not going to come to pass. “Her virginity is
safe,” Cathy said, then turned to me and added, “As for yours…”
Kristina heard Cathy re-iterate some of the
things that they planned to do to me. She became indignant and was quick to
defend her property. “He’s mine!” Kristina said vehemently after looking over
some options about body treatment. “Watch your tone, Corporal,” Cathy reminded
her, “I’m still your superior even without this promotion. It was just a
suggestion.” The ‘suggestion’ was, well, me being public property, to put it
bluntly. They couldn’t do that to Kristina since she was higher-ranking and the
punishment for disobedience and disrespecting an officer was temporary for her.
Unlike Kristina, I was not released from such treatment. And since I pledged to
be Kristina’s slave last night, this created a conflict of interest. Kristina
insisted. She told Cathy she wanted rights over my body, she wanted me to be
her slave only, and she also wanted to be the one to take my virginity. Cathy
paused for a moment and said, “Okay, I understand. It’s whoever you choose.
Although, I still can’t possibly understand why you’re choosing him.” “It’s
because,” Kristina said as looked at me with tender eyes, “he came to check up
on me last night when no one else did, even after telling him once to go away,
and he convinced me I should live my life regardless of what’s here-and-now. He
saved my life. We probably wouldn’t be talking if not for him. Besides, I still
have a crush on him.” Cathy thought for a moment resting her chin on her hand.
“All right,” she said, giving up, “But I didn’t know you liked small penises so
much. I don’t know how the rest of the girls will take it, though.”
Since I was a puppy to the club now, someone
suggested I ‘dress’ more like one. “What do you suggest?” Cathy asked, amused,
“Dog ears?” “That,” said the other girl, “or what I was thinking was maybe a
tail?” Everyone gasped at that suggestion - especially me. So they huddled
together to create a costume that would be more humiliating to wear than me
just being naked (a huge accomplishment), something that would make me look
ridiculous and still show off my underdeveloped genitals. Didn’t these people
have anything else better to do with their time? They, of course, already had
the collar and leash. Now for the rest of the ensemble. They bought puppy ears
from the gag gift section of the local store. They also found a fake raccoon
tale, but decided not to buy it. They eventually found a tail looking through
their closets at home. Someone dressed up like a dog or rat or something for
Halloween one time and kept the costume. They tried a few things to keep it on
or near my ass. Tape, attaching it to a leather belt, among other things that
didn’t quite work. Then, someone said they should look into attaching it to my
butthole, and said they could attach the tail to something hard and have that
shoved up my ass. I shook my head, pleading with them to consider another
option. I looked at Kristina for support. No such luck. As supportive of me as
she was in the past, she said, “You know, I’d actually like to see that. It’s
not like he’s a virgin in that area anyway.” One of the girls knew a boy in
shop class who was really good with working with wood. She had him fashion an
hourglass-like figure that would secure it and prevent it from getting
dislodged. He made it, sanded it, lacquered it, and gave it to her. She
presented it to the club and they attached it to the tail with glue and some
staples. Just like before, I had to put that thing in my mouth for lubrication,
and they inserted it into my rectum. I squirmed as they pushed it in, and
thanks to its shape, it automatically was “sucked in” after it got to a certain
spot. They tugged on it to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere, much to my
discomfort. “Hope you don’t need to take a shit anytime soon, little Alex,”
Cathy teased. So there I was. A puppy dog for the Hensen girl’s club, naked
except for dog ears, a tail connected to a wooden buttplug that’s been jammed
up my rectum and a collar and leash. Never in my wildest imagination did I
imagine this happening to me.
My time in the club from then on changed my life
forever. I actually got turned on by all of the sexual humiliation. I mean,
sure, it sucked sometimes that they were treating me like this, but I soon was
craving the attention. They had agreed, although with difficulty at first, that
Kristina held my leash, and only she could authorize the use of my body to
anyone. I was the official boy-toy for the club, at the disposal of its
members. I was touched, tickled, groped, masturbated and ridiculed frequently.
No pictures were allowed to be taken as a precaution that some of the other
boys would see them. Although Ian would stop by at times, and he saw what they
had done. The new Vice Captain had his turns leading me around on a leash, and
toying and twisting the buttplug inside me, making me squirm. Sometimes, Ian
would lead me into a private room where I blew him off “like the good old
days.” This was only a small measure of what they had me do. My aunt constantly
kept tabs on how I was doing with the club. The members of the club eventually
became very close to me. I admit to hating them initially, but they became
friends after a while – even Cathy.
Time passed, slowly at first, and Cathy,
Kristina, and even I matured physically. I was really excited when my pubes
finally started to grow. Then they shaved me bald again. Damn it. They couldn’t
stop my penis from growing, though. My penis grew to a length of about 5.5
inches erect, and I could spurt. It was still on the short side of “average”,
but at least I wasn’t “tiny” anymore. The girls noticed, too. Finally, it came
time. Kristina told Cathy she wanted to make me into a man. Cathy announced
that to the club, and the news was met with applause. After the announcement,
Cathy looked at Kristina and said, “Well, dear, when do you want to do it?”
Kristina looked at her, puzzled why she would ask. “I don’t know yet. Probably
later on in the week in my room. Why? What does it matter?” Cathy asked
rhetorically, “Do you think we would all fit inside your room?” A look of
terror spread on Kristina’s face. “You’re going to watch??” she shrieked when
she figured it out, “That wasn’t part of the deal!” Cathy smiled and said, “The
girls and I came up with this after you told us you wanted to take his
virginity. Come now, you should’ve expected a catch. And we’ve already seen
both of you naked, so it shouldn’t be that big a deal.” Kristina had tears in
her eyes. “But it’s my – our - first time,” she said, looking down in
embarrassment as the feelings from the shameful events of what happened about
two years ago came back.
Kristina and I were sitting together in my room
later that day. “Mistress,” I asked her, “are you really sure you want to lose
your virginity to me?” “Yes, my dear, little love slave,” she responded
tenderly, “I could think of no one else.” “But aren’t you doing this out of
guilt,” I questioned her further, “for me saving your life?” She looked at me,
then put her head on my shoulder. “While I am grateful for that,” she said,
“there are other reasons. Most of the guys out there are jerks who only want to
get into my panties, or who are really unattractive physically. Besides that,
I’ve been a little leery of men since that day. Men in general just make me
feel uncomfortable. And…I’ve grown to love you. I guess after this you would no
longer be my slave, but my boyfriend. I never had one before, and I want it to
be with someone I can trust who won’t take advantage of me.” The scent of her
long hair was intoxicating. Her skin was so soft and silky I got goosebumps
just from any brief skin-to-skin contact. I can see why the boys at school were
hitting on her. She turned into quite an amazing, beautiful woman. And now we
were going to shed both of our statuses as virgins. This would be a new point
in her life, one that for many is very intimate and private, but for her, and
myself, would be open and for all our friends to see.
The day finally came and it was a most private
affair. They had sent out hand-delivered invitations to select individuals, and
all of them decided to come. Among them were Ian and my aunt. It was on a
Saturday. We held it at the shed, the same place that Cathy first stripped me
naked. And just like that time, I came out naked into the other room, this time
on four legs being led with a leash. My aunt blushed when she saw me and looked
away, while everyone else was grinning ear-to-ear. Kristina looked simply
nervous. She was shaking like a leaf when she saw me. My aunt was allowed to
bring along a camera to record this event, and it would stay between us. I came
to Kristina, and then turned to face Cathy. “Dearly beloved, we are all
gathered here,” Cathy began, eliciting a chorus of laughter from everyone,
including Kristina and I. “I’m kidding,” she continued, “you know why we are
here. These two will lose their virginity to each other, here in front of us.
Alex, by vote of the Hensen club members, we’ve decided you are no longer the
little boy we had at first. Today, you will be a man. You can stand up straight
like one.” She motioned with her hands, and Kristina faced me while Ian came
over. Kristina gently took off the puppy ears off of my head, and the collar
off of my neck. Then someone approached with a disposable plastic bag and those
were dumped in. They were starting to get a little worn and raggedy from so much
use. I wasn’t going to miss them. Then, Ian grabbed my ‘tail’ told me to relax
and gently pulled it out, putting that in with the rest of the items of my
former life in the bag. “Stand up, Alex,” ordered Cathy.
As I rose to my feet, a feeling of liberation
spread throughout my body. My aunt was seeing my bare body since that day when
she caught me naked. She took in the sight of my willy, then whispered, “Well,
thankfully for her it did grow a bit,” which made some of the nearby girls
giggle while some of them put up their hands with their index fingers and
thumbs less than two inches apart. “Silence!” Cathy announced, “I have a gift
for the both of you. As you know, we’ve had new Privates in the club over the
past couple of years. There haven’t been many changes to the rank structure.
So, the officers of the club have met and would like to offer promotions to the
two here – Corporal for Alex Mitchell, and Sergeant for Kristina Bayfield.
Congratulations!” Everyone cheered for us. Then Cathy announced, “It’s time.
Sergeant Bayfield, remove your clothes.” Kristina nervously fumbled with her
clothes. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her naked, and besides
there were also some fresh faces here too that were about to see some new
sights. It took a while, but she managed to strip to her bra and panties. She
hesitated. “Need help?” Cathy asked with a raised eyebrow. Kristina blushed.
Cathy looked at me intently and I nodded. Kristina jumped when she felt my
hands on her shoulders. I slid my hands down to her bra clasp and undid that. I
went around her and pulled her bra from her breasts. She instinctively covered
up. Some things will never change. I
then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to
her ankles. I then stepped aside. Kristina eventually dropped her arms and
stepped out of her panties.
We were both naked now - a little bashful, but
what could be expected in a room full of clothed spectators about to see you do
the deed? The room was silent for a moment, with me and Kristina looking into
each other’s eyes. Then Cathy said, “Whoa, wait – Sergeant it has been two
years since I last saw you in the nude. How come you have less pubes now then
you did then?” I looked down. She was right. Her rack had grown considerably,
but she was like a shaved cat down there. The other members shifted to get a
better look. Kristina blushed. “I, uh…” she started nervously, “It-it was
getting in the way, so I shaved it.” Everyone had a good laugh at her expense.
Cathy asked Ian if he was supposed to do something. That’s when Ian pulled out
some condoms out of his pocket. “Let’s see,” he said, trying to lighten the
mood, “child-size, right?” That got everyone laughing and my aunt slapped him
on the back. “Not anymore,” I retorted, pointing at my cock. “I don’t see a
difference,” said a long-standing member of the club, bringing another chorus
of laughter from the gang. Condoms and a water-based lube were placed on a
table nearby.
We looked each other up and down repeatedly.
God, she was just as beautiful then as before. I nervously lifted my hand to
her face and caressed her cheek. She shook and closed her eyes, all too
conscious that all eyes were on her petite, nubile frame. I leaned in and
kissed her on the lips, which startled her and her eyes flew open. She paused,
then relaxed and returned the favor. We locked in a passionate kiss. After
separating, I kissed her one more time on the forehead, trying to release the
anxiety from what was to come. My hands slowly and hesitantly traveled to her
small breasts. She moaned as my hands gently went over them, caressed them,
fondled the soft skin, and played with her nipples. Her moans were getting me
excited, and my cock grew hard. I lowered my head, and had my first taste of
her skin since that night. It was warm, and silky, with a slight flavor that
was hard to describe. I kept suckling the nipples, biting them gently, making
her squirm. I loved seeing her reactions, like I was somehow sending electrical
shocks throughout her body with my tongue. After spending time on that, my
tongue traveled down, much to her disappointment, to her navel. I backed away.
She was there standing in the most delightful girlish pose, and I was in front
of her, on my knees looking up at her drunk with passion. One of the girls took
a moment to snap a picture of us to commemorate this event.
Cathy said, “What a wonderful introduction.
Bring out the bed of roses.” With that, some of the girls moved forward and
picked up a nearby thin mattress and laid a white sheet over it. The youngest
member present was the “flower girl” and danced around the bed sprinkling rose
petals all over it. The bed was such a beautiful sight. The mattress was kind
of old and flimsy, but it was covered up. The girl put the basket down and started
spraying perfume all around the bed. “Don’t be overzealous with that, dear,” my
aunt said, “we wouldn’t want it to be overpowering.” I turned my attention from
the bed to Kristina. She was shivering. I looked at her face, and she wore a
terror-stricken expression. “What’s wrong?” I whispered, drawing her close.
“I-I can’t-can’t do-oo this!” she stuttered, “I’m not ready. I feel like my
heart’s about to explode.” This was the time she had looked forward to, but now
dreaded it with all of these people here who were about to witness her being
deflowered. Then there was also the pain factor. Her face was pale and her
breathing was labored and erratic. She was known to have these panic attacks,
but this was not the time for one. I looked over her shoulder. Everyone showed
concern. Ian got a bottle out of his backpack and came over to offer it to her.
He got a good up-close view of her front side. I noticed he was pitching a
tent, as well, as he adjusted his position so that it wasn’t so noticeable to
everyone else. I put my hand on her chin, and gently lifted her head until her
eyes met mine. Then I said, “Trust me,” and handed the bottle for her to drink.
She took the bottle but she was shaking so bad that she had extreme difficulty
getting the cap off. Ian took the bottle and opened it for her, then stepped
back and headed toward his aunt, all the while trying to hide his erection.
Kristina looked like she was ready to cry as she
held the bottle in her right hand. She closed her eyes, and drank from it. Her
eyes flew open, and she immediately choked and coughed, spilling half of her
mouthful on the ground. “Ew,” Cathy said. “What’s in here?” Kristina demanded.
Everyone turned to Ian, who sheepishly said, “Berry punch…and..” Ian paused,
and looked at my aunt, who looked at him sternly. “Well,” he said, finally,
“it’s been spiked. I thought a little bit of booze would calm down your
nerves.” He laughed nervously. My aunt went over and whispered something in his
ear. It must have been bad because he cringed and lowered his head. Kristina
sipped a bit more of it, then took a few swigs, with a look of disgust. “You
know what would make me feel better than drinking booze?” Kristina asked, then
said, “If everyone lost some of their clothes, too.” Everyone gasped. Cathy looked
shocked, while Ian perked up at the possibility of seeing more of the girls
naked. Cathy said, “Well, it’s up to you guys. I’m not going to give any
orders, but…” To everyone’s amazement, including me and Kristina, she took off
her uniform and stood there in her bra and panties. “That’s all you get. If
everyone wants to shed some clothes, feel free. It’s getting hot in here,
anyway.” The rest of the girls hesitantly shed their tops while a few of them
took off their skirts and pants. “Aren’t you going to kick off your pants?” my
aunt asked Ian. Ian looked back at my aunt, then looked away and started
stripping. All eyes went to him as he took off his shirt, socks and pants. My
aunt pulled down his shorts unexpectedly, causing Ian to gasp and quickly cover
himself. “That’s for carrying around alcohol, young man,” my aunt said, “now
quit covering yourself and go and reveal yourself to Kristina. It’s only fair
since you saw her fully naked.”
Ian blushed, but if there was something that can
be said about him, he was always submissive to whoever was the authority figure
at the time. He uncovered and stepped forward, and put himself on display to my
love. Most of the girls giggled, including Cathy, who was covering her mouth
and holding her stomach at the sight of her peer naked as the day he was born.
He had nothing to be ashamed of. He was athletic like me, and so had a chiseled
frame, he had grown hair pretty much everywhere. His erect penis hung down and
was thicker than before. His was about an inch longer than mine. Kristina
looked Ian up and down while he looked away, focusing on his penis and
testicles. After a good long look, she turned her attention toward me again,
eyes lit up like a predator preparing to pounce on prey. Apparently now she was
“ready.”
I took her by the hand, and led her to the bed.
I motioned for her to get on her back so I could penetrate her in the
missionary position (one of about two positions I knew at that time). She did
so, but covered her pussy, still not wanting anyone to see. “Sergeant
Bayfield,” Cathy ordered, “move your damn hands. We can’t see anything!” This
caused Kristina to move her arms out and her knees in, which sent everyone into
hysterics. Everyone gathered around the bed in a circle, my aunt positioning
herself to get the best view of “the action.” I spread Kristina’s legs apart,
and blocked her hands away, knowing she would want to cover up again. She was
now fully exposed. She blushed and covered her face, making a cute little groan
out of embarrassment. My tongue picked up where it left off at her navel.
Shocked, Kristina raised her head to look at me. My head made it’s slow descent
downward toward her beautiful pussy. Reaching it, I hesitated, not knowing what
to do. I looked around. Cathy said, “Just start lapping, Alex. You’re most
likely not going to get it the first time. Trust me, I speak from experience.
The female anatomy is very…complex. Good thing it’s Bayfield’s first time, too,
so she doesn’t have anything to compare it to.” I nodded slightly. I stuck my
tongue out and slowly bent my body to make contact with her orifice.
Her body jerked and she let out a soft cry when
my tongue touched her pink flesh. Everyone giggled, even my aunt. I took a big
lick from the bottom near her anus to her clitoris straight down the middle.
Her body arched, bringing her back off of the bed. With subsequent licks, they
became less intense and she calmed down, instead moaning with arousal. I had to
stop briefly because the aroma and the taste were too powerful. I grimaced with
slight repugnance. Cathy joked around, “Yup. You’re definitely a virgin. You’re
eating her out like one.” I looked at her with some irritation, and then
continued with renewed vigor. She laughed and screamed, thrusting around as my
tongue explored her crevice, darting in and out of her virgin hole. All of a
sudden, she let out a long moan, arched her back, curled her toes, and held
that position for a moment, before relaxing, totally spent. Everyone high-fived
each other.
“Don’t you think you should return the favor?”
asked Cathy. I was made to get up and put my knees on either side of her head,
and presented my cock to her face. Kristina looked at it apprehensive at first,
then licked the head. After some hesitation, she motioned me to drive my hips forward
and took in my member into her mouth. The sensations were amazing! I’ve jerked
off before, but it never felt like this! Kristina, with a hint of disgust on
her face, slid my cock in and out, her warm tongue sliding on the underside. I
swear I felt every bump of that delightful little tongue. I groaned and was
panting heavily as I instinctively bucked my hips. So this is why Ian had me do
this almost every time he came over. If it was me, I’d do the same thing. When
they realized I was getting close, to my agitation, they stopped the blowjob.
“Ready for the main course?” Cathy asked. We both looked at her, looked at each
other, and then nodded.
Kristina laid there, shivering slightly over
what she was imagining to be a pretty painful ordeal. “There will be a little
pain at first,” Cathy said, “But it will become pleasurable shortly afterward.”
She looked at my cock, made a slight frown, and added, “Hopefully.” Everyone
giggled. Meanwhile, Ian, at the behest of my aunt, instructed me on how to put
on a condom and lube. I was already getting soft, so Ian had to…manipulate me
begrudgingly. After the condom was on and I was lubed up, Ian told me that I
needed to “stick it in” before my stiffy subsided. “Remember from sex ed
class,” he said, “Aim for the middle hole.” Yes, he actually said that.
Kristina once again looked terrified and covered her face with her hands,
turning away. I leaned my body on top of her, grabbed her wrists and broke them
away, then looked into her eyes, trying to reassure her. Two of the girls
pinned her wrists to the bed, while I picked her legs up, placed her calves on
my shoulders, and guided my cock into the opening. A shock went through her
body as she felt the tip of my penis penetrate her labia. Cathy and Ian were
guiding our actions. After some light strokes, Ian dropped a little more lube
onto her clitoris and let it slide down. I then took a deep breath, braced
against her legs with my hands and pushed hard against her with my pelvis.
She screamed. “It hurts! It hurts!” She cried
out. “Whoa! Slow down, tiger!” Ian said, “Take it slow, your erection’s not
going anywhere at this point.” I asked Kristina is she was alright. She said,
“Yeah, I think so, but it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside.” We
both agreed to go slow. I extracted my penis, then noticed some blood coming
from her. I panicked. “Oh my God! She’s bleeding!” I exclaimed, ready to rush
out the door to find help. “Relax,” Cathy said, “A little blood is normal
during your first time. Nothing has been stuck up there before and you’re
probably causing a little bit of trauma with that little thing. Not to worry,
continue – but slower this time, please. She almost gave me a heart attack when
she screamed.” I did smaller thrusts that eventually became longer. She was
still grimacing, but I was afraid of hurting her any further, so I kept my
thrusts shallow. I ventured a little deeper, with slow thrusts, I met
resistance and pushed increasingly hard against it. It took quite a few
thrusts, but I finally felt it give way, and my cock slid all the way in.
Kristina gasped and froze with a shocked expression on her face. Someone
snapped a picture, immortalizing the moment she lost her virginity.
I was almost panicking again, and looked around
nervously at everyone to see if everything was okay. Kristina started breathing
normally again, and looked around, relieved that the part she dreaded was over.
She smiled and asked, “Does it get to feel good now?” She smiled at me, and I
continued my thrusts. I don’t think that smile ever disappeared the entire time
as I pounded her deeply with thick strokes. She kept moaning with each thrust,
telling me how much she was enjoying this now, and how much she loved me.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” Kristina said rhythmically. Everyone else was either
cracking up, or was noticeably getting aroused. A few of them try to hide wet
spots on their panties. I looked over, and Ian had a rock hard erection, and
looked fairly uncomfortable with my aunt glancing at him from time to time. I
looked at Kristina and gestured with my head toward him. She looked and spotted
it, too. She looked at me and asked, “Should we? Would you mind, Love?” I shook
my head. Cathy leaned over and asked what we were talking about instead of
fucking. We whispered amongst ourselves for a little while, me still buried
deep in her cunt. Cathy stood up and asked, “Ian, how long has it been since
you’ve gotten any?” Ian blushed, and looked down. “That long, huh?” Cathy said,
adding, “well, Kristina is kind enough to share herself this one time. You want
in?” Ian looked stunned. His jaw just slacked open so I motioned for him to
come. He did so eagerly. Kristina had him kneel above her head. Realizing this
was going to be an awkward position, she rolled over and got on all-fours for doggy-style.
She sucked off Ian and he gently held the back of her head with his hands,
thanking her gratuitously for doing this for him. I got busy trying to find the
same hole I was making love to a moment ago. There was a puckered ring, so I
figured it was somewhere down below that. I struggled for a bit, then slid in.
Kristina’s body lurched forward and she gave out a muffled cry.
She was being fucked by two guys now, one at
each end. Cathy looked at this display with clenched teeth. She also elicited
soft moans. She took off her bra and panties. She had such a nice body - nice
big firm breasts, and she had thick pubic hair that was neatly trimmed.
Everyone froze and looked at her. Blushing, she said, “What? This is fucking
hot.” She then proceeded to sit on one of the chairs and publicly masturbate
herself, immediately reaching down to take care of her swollen labia lips. A
few of the girls looked at each other, then followed suit. The rest of the
girls were too embarrassed to do so, but had no problems watching those that
did. Soon the room was filled with moans, cries, and whispers as Ian and I
continued to fuck Kristina’s brains out and even some of the girls in the club
were exploring each other’s bodies. I grunted with exertion, and knew I was
getting close. I pumped into Kristina hard, slamming her buttcheeks against my
belly with my hands. I went passed the “point of no return”, went wild with
ectasy, and thrust deeply one more time, climaxing into my lover. She screamed
softly – a long, agonizing, beautiful sound. Kristina and I shuddered at the
same time, her pussy contracting my penis, as if milking it to get all of the
come out. After a few ragged breaths, I collapsed onto her back. She, in turn,
collapsed from exhaustion, first her arms giving out, and finally tipping over,
sending both of us on our side on the mattress. We both panted heavily. We
whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ear, not caring who heard us. Laying
there in the afterglow was the icing on the cake. I kissed her neck and upper
back, she giggled and told me how great a lay I was, and how much of a stud I
turned out to be.
Ian looked at us with understandable
disappointment. “How cute,” he said, unenthusiastically, “What about me??” We
both shrugged out shoulders. Kristina pointed at Cathy and all the other girls.
Cathy stopped masturbating and, looking Ian over, said, “Ah, fuck it. Why not.”
Ian lubed and put on his rubber, then he and Cathy went at it. My aunt wore a
facial expression that I’ll never forget. Someone should’ve gotten that on
film. That was the start of many adventures between Kristina and I. I love her
so much. We dated for a while afterward, marrying each other eventually. Some
of the people in that very room made up the wedding – with Cathy being the
“Captain” of the bridesmaids and Ian being my Best Man and ringbearer. Cathy
actually cried at our wedding.
I love my wife. I LOVE her. I so get a kick when
other guys try to hit on her in hopes that she’ll cheat. She recounted on more
than one occasion this loser telling her something along the lines of, “Why
don’t you dump that sorry ass and come with me. I’ll show you a real good
time.” She always replies the same way to these pathetic attempts: “Sorry,
boys. I’m married to a REAL man.” Good times. The events I described happened
some years ago. We’re both out of college now, in steady jobs, still madly in
love, and have school-aged kids. We almost never fight, tell each other
everything, and have wild sex in the bedroom – and out of it. She got into this
“role reversal” thing where she straps on a dildo and fucks me like a guy. Call
it what you will, I’m starting to get really into it. And, yes, I still call
her Mistress from time to time. She still looks good after all these years. She
filled in in all the right places, and still kept herself in shape. We love
going to the gym, as well as doing nearly everything together.
We had an unexpected phone call a few days ago.
It was Cathy, who we had not seeing in years. She was going to be “in the
neighborhood” on her way to wherever her “crazy executive job “was taking her.
When she arrived, we both greeted her with hugs and kisses. She looked pretty
much the same, save for a tiny bit of weight gain, but like Kristina, she
filled in nicely. About a day into her visit, over a few drinks, we spent some
time talking about how we’ve been doing since High School. We got a little
tipsy, and Kristina whispered in my ear and we invited Cathy into the bedroom
because we wanted to show her something. All of us then headed into the master
bedroom and sat down on the king-sized bed. Cathy frowned as she her weight
rested on the mattress, apparently too hard for her tastes. Continuing our
conversation from the dining room, we got into our days at the Hensen Club. Kristina
busted out the photo album of the pictures that were taken during that time. We
each had mixed feelings about being there, including Cathy. We, of course, had
to get into the fact that I was the club’s puppy and Kristina’s slave boy.
Whatever, I got over that.
Cathy looked as if she wasn’t really part of the
conversation (something rather uncharacteristic of her) and she looked like she
really wanted to say something. She began to stutter (something very
uncharacteristic of her) and began, “I’m so…I mean – what I meant to say, is…”
She breathed in deeply and blurted out, “I’m sorry,” the last syllable barely
above a whisper. Kristina and I looked at each other, puzzled as to what she
could be referring to. “Hey,” Kristina said, “if you mean spilling some wine on
the tablecloth, it’s no biggie.” Cathy looked at her with an irritated
expression. “I was referring,” she continued taking in a deep breath, “about my
treatment of the both of you. I’ve been thinking about it over the past few
years, and I regret some of the things I did.” Kristina and I sat there
stunned. We couldn’t believe this was happening. Tears formed in Cathy’s eyes
as she continued, “I’m ashamed that I used my position to get more power. When
Brad made Alex Captain, I was so jealous. I was clearly older. When Ian told me
about his late development, I saw an opportunity to take the rank that
should’ve been mine in the first place. Not only did I bust him down, I made
him a Private – no, I made him less than that.” Her voice cracked, and she had
to swallow to continue. “All that power got to me. I even humiliated someone
that didn’t deserve it, just to hide what I was doing. Even then, I thought I
was right. It even led that person to try and kill herself, to commit suicide,
because she was shamed so severely. If it wasn’t for you, Alex, we may have
found her body hanging from a beam.”
She wiped a tear from her eye, and concluded,
“This-this has been eating at me for the past few years. I’ve just shut it out.
I never had the courage to confront it. Then, a counselor said that I should
let things in the past go, for health reasons. This is something I wanted to
apologize for. I’ve treated both of you terribly, abused my position, and
things could have turned out much worse than they actually did. I was a fool.” She
slowly took out her old Captain bars from a box inside her purse. She went
around and pinned it to the lapel of my shirt. She was openly crying. Kristina,
teary-eyed herself, came over to Cathy and patted her on the shoulder. “Can you
forgive me?” Cathy asked, her eyes genuinely pleading for mercy. Kristina
smiled and simply said, “You’re forgiven, sister,” and kissed her passionately
on the lips. My wife always knows what to say. We took all of our clothes off,
and had a three-some. Incidentally, while I was doing her doggy-style, I asked
her, “What do you think of my tiny dick now, Cathy?” to which she responded, “I
love your tiny dick, Alex. Give it to me harder, please. No seriously – harder.
I can barely feel it!” Both girls had a good laugh at my expense. As I was
exhaling my warm breath onto her neck, I chuckled to myself. This person once
so eager to humiliate me to grab more power for herself, was now beneath me on
her hands and knees, moaning from the thrusts that came from the very object
that she used to humiliate me in the first place. Good times.
Today, after a love session with my two lovely
girls, we were enjoying a meal in the dining room. I noticed that my son was
being very quiet and withdrawn lately and I asked inquisitively, “Why isn’t he
being his old spunky self?” He was definitely a Momma’s boy, kinda nerdy and
not like me at all. His Momma replied, “Well…I did notice and it took him a
while to tell me, but he eventually told me that…,” she paused, making sure our
son couldn’t hear her. She continued in a low voice, “He said that some bullies
were picking on him in the locker room for having a…little dick.” Cathy
chuckled at this and my wife slugged her on the arm. They both looked at me
expectedly. I nodded and went over to where he was playing a game on his
portable device. “Hey there, buddy,” I said, taking a seat beside him,
“anything going on in school?” He looked up. “I guess Mom told you huh?” he
said, “not surprising. Yeah, some guys were laughing at me when I took off my
clothes. They’re so much…bigger than me. But that doesn’t mean they can…” His
face got red, and he clenched his teeth angrily. Clearly, he was indignant over
what happened. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Kristina and Cathy were
looking in on our conversation, both of them with smiles on their faces. I
smiled and said, “Son, let me tell you a little story…”
(The End)