Martin Johnson 1

By Willy Wanka

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Prologue

These were hard times for 15 year old Martin Johnson. At least he thought so, after his father was sent on mission with the troops for the next four years. Now he was the only man at home where he lived with his mother Helen and his 9 year old sister Naomi.

It was hard enought to cope with all the regular worries that a boy at his age has to cope with, the growing urges, troubles in school and all the other typical signs for a blooming adolescence.

But now he had no one left to talk about the “men-issues” like his father used to call them.

And due to the fact, that his family have just moved to a new city plus he wasn't of the sociable kind, he was also a loner at his new school and there were no boys of his age in the new neighborhood.

Martin hated his life and thought it couldn't be any worse – little did he know that it would become worse beyond his wildest imaginations.

It all started when his mother received a very good job offer from a big international company. She was in a quandary, because the job would be more than well paid, the family would have needed that money badly but it would have been neccessary for her to travel to europe for this job. So she worried to leave her children alone, especially now when the summer break just began. But gladly for Helen, her sister Margret offered to take Naomi and Martin to her and to watch over them during Helen's absence.

Aunt Margret was a 39 year old brunette she-devil. Martin has been always somewhat between sexually attracted and afraid of his aunt. Also Margret's household lacked a man, since her husband Trevor left her for a younger woman a couple of years ago with nothing but a shabby house and their daughters Jessica and Mary. By the thought of living together with even more stupid girls Martin shuddered, but on the other hand it was only meant for two or three weeks and his mother made her point when she offered to give him the final part of the money for the new bike - that Martin was saving up for - after her trip.

Already a few days after Helen agreed to the solution, the company was calling her to europe and Martin and his sister prepared to move in aunt Margret's house. He was packing his bags with all the stuff he could need in the time he wasn't at home. His mother didn't allow him to take his x-box with him, but he knew from the last time they visited the cousins that Mary was owner of a wii and at least his mother agreed that he could take his notebook with him. Martin's biggest fear was to die of boredom in the time that he was seperated from his home. In a private moment, when his mother was packing the bags for his little sister, he jumped under his bed and picked up the magazines he found in his father's desk a couple of weeks ago. He tucked them deep down into the bag and sealed it with a shoelace.

He was ready to go and after a while they left their house for a trip that Martin would never forget.

Aunt Margret 's house was big and once it might have been some kind of villa, but time and lack of money have let it look shabby and old. But they had enough rooms for providing an own bedroom for each child and they had a big swimming pool in the garden. Also the site was dreamlike, located between a small suburbian street in the neighborhood of stately mansions and bordering woods. Somehow it dawns on Martin, that this was a perfect place to be on summer holidays and he wondered if he would manage to find some boys in the neighborhood for company and fun.

The girls were no fun at all. He had high hopes in having good times with Mary. She was only one year older than him and they always got along very good, but when Martin and Naomi moved in, she was about to leave for a two week camping trip with her friends and Martin was doomed to stay with his nine year old sister Naomi and the 11 year old Jessica.

Aunt Margret gave him the bedroom next to her's and Martin unpacked his bags, cautiously looking for a good spot to hide the magazines. After a while he decided to put them into the drawer of his nightstand and put some of his comics on top. He didn't pay too much attention in storing his clothes properly. He rather threw all of them messily into the wardrobe then he ran outside to have a walk in the woods.

When he was crossing the garden he ran into his cousin Jessica. Jessica was a slim and tiny girl with dark curly hair and big brown eyes. She was looking at Martin as if he'd be an alien.

“What happened to your hair?” she asked straight forward staring at Martin's head.

When his father left with the troops, Martin knew he would be the man at home, so he tried to emulate most of his fathers behaviour, and also his short military haircut. He was old enough to knew that this was the only reason, but hesitated to admit that.

“It just suits me better, don't you think?” he lied.

With a short: “I am not sure” his cousin tried to end the conversation and was already heading back to the house with a slight blush on her face, when Martin asked:

“Jess! Can I ask you something about this place?”.

Jessica stopped walking and turned her head back to Martin: “Well, what do you want to know?”.

“Are there any other boys living in your neighborhood?”, Martin asked.

“Mhh, let me think”, Jessica was biting her fingernails while she was thinking “there is Max Daniels, but he is only 5. Also the Stewarts in the end of the road got a newborn son. I think I know what you really want to hear, but I have to admit that there is no boy at your age living around here.”

There it was gone. The last weak flicker of hope died slowly, leaving his world in darkness and Martin felt really bad tempered. He was already bad-tempered since his mother left. But he was also reasonable enough, not to blame his aunt or the other girls for that. He just had to endure a few weeks of boredom and then he would be back at home again.

The first day was boring as expected and made him wonder how to survive the following weeks. When he returned from the woods he had a very tasty but – what else - boring supper in his aunt's kitchen with her and the girls.

His aunt asked the kids about their first day here and all three were telling her what she wanted to hear. That the house would be beautiful, the rooms great and that they would be thankful for her hospitality over the weeks that Helen was in europe. After the supper the girls called Margret to the bathroom for a conversation about cosmetics and other girlish stuff and Martin headed straight for his room.

At least he had his notebook with him and so he logged into facebook to play stupid browser games and to chat with Annabelle, a girl from his old school. They were good friends since years now and they were chatting on facebook on a regular base. He told her about his dilemma with only girls around him and she seemed to understand his point very well. So they were talking about the newest rumors in his old school and more, when he suddenly received a new friend request from a girl he didn't knew. She didn't use a real name but called herself “FiveLittle Piggies” and she was using a picture of a bare foot with very pretty pedicured black toenails and a thin silver ankle bracelet. Martin had a secret addiction to feet and somehow this mysterious stranger made him curious. A bit reluctant he accepted her request and added the unknown girl to his friendlist to get more information. But to his disappointment, there were no other informations in her profile even after they befriended and no other pictures of her either. Only this one picture of this sexy pedicured foot. He was sure that he would have to delete her soon when she or maybe “he” would start to post spam to his wall. But for now he forgot about her and brought Annbelle back to focus. After two hours of chatting Annabelle had to log off and Martin was back in the real world. It was very late now and he headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth and to get ready for bed.

In that night he felt this urge again. To do the one thing that he loved to do since a few years now. He knew it was normal for a boy of his age to jack off every now and then, so he didn't bother about that. And since he found the magazines of his dad, he felt a slight addiction to these images.

They were hardcore magazines with an emphasis on foot fetish. Somehow the feet of the women in these magazines were photographed in a very different way than how Martin looked at feet before. And somehow the magazines were feeding his fantasies. Martin could already feel his manhood hardening in anticipation. He opened the drawer, took out the comics and stopped in an agonizing perception: the porn magazines were gone!

Chapter 1 – FiveLittle Piggies

Martin wasn't sleeping all too well. His head was busy with the question who might have found his magazines in the drawer. His aunt didn't say anything this evening, so he hoped it was her and that she would have confiscated the magazines without making a big deal about it. But what if his cousin or his even his sister have found them? What would they think of him now?

He had no idea how to act and all these thoughts were sending him through a series of bizarre dreams.

He woke up in sweat and with a raging morning wood when it knocked at his door.

“Yes?” he yelped in an high pitched voice. He blushed and tried it again, this time with a more lower tone: “What's up?”

The voice of his aunt came from the other side of the door:

“Hey Martin, come down boy. Breakfast is ready and it's a much too beautiful day to stay in bed the whole morning.”

“oh..ok, I'll be down in a minute”, Martin answered while and looked out for fresh clothes.

His erect penis dangled around, while he was hastening through the room. He looked down at his uncircumcised member and wished he could get rid of that erection now. The articles about penis deviation that he found online came back to his mind. In erect state his cock was crooked like a banana. But the articles always said, that there would be no reason for correction if it would work properly and he wouldn't have any pain issues or other problems, as well as long it wasn't too crooked. He was wondering again about the meaning of “too crooked” and how the hell he should find out, how crooked too crooked may be. Then slowly, while thinking about the medical, almost academic references, his erection started to fade. He opened the wardrobe took one of his shirts and fresh sweatpants from the pile of clothes on the wardrobe's ground and headed to the toilet.

When he came down to the kitchen he found the girls at breakfast already.

And there he found the answers to the questions that didn't let him sleep last night.

His cousin and his sister, both only wearing tanktops and their bikini bottoms, were sitting at the table and his cousin Jessica had a devious smile on her face. Martin took place at the table reaching out for the cereals and the bottle of milk, when Jessica finally made her move.

“Mom, thank you again for the advise regarding the nail polish, it worked pretty well, look!” and with those words she put one of her feet on the table. Martin almost had to spit out the spoonful of cereals, when he saw her pretty pedicured foot with the black toenails and the slim silver ankle bracelet.

“Jessica, you put that foot from the kitchen table immediately” his aunt shouted, “where are your manners, little lady? We are eating here.”

Jessica shrugged and took her foot back straight away. “And yes”, Margret added with a more calm voice, as her daughter obeyed so quickly “it looks very pretty” and with a kind smile she rose from her stool and started to clear the table.

Jessica gave him a smirk but didn't say a word. She took the nine year old Naomi by the hand and both girls ran out into the garden.

Martin's appetite was gone now and he threw his cereals into the trash. He knew he had to act.

He needed to have a chat with Jessica as soon as possible, so he headed for the garden too.

There was an itching feel on his body when he walked outside. He was so nervous that he was almost shaking. He scratched the itch away and finally stood before the girls.

“Jessica we have to talk” he said with a determined voice. ““Now!”.

His cousin was grinning from ear to ear and responded boldly:

“You should be careful how you're talking to me, Martin. I own your little ass by now. You have no idea how much my mother hates porn AND men. And you don't know the way she would punish you, if she finds out, that you made me see these nasty disgusting pictures!”

“Don't you dare to tell your mother! Or else...” Martin made a step forward towards the way smaller girl.

She took the word out his mouth: “or else??? What? wanna beat me up? You strong man! Wanna beat a little girl?”,

S he was getting louder and louder but still grinning at Martin, who became really angry now. He rose his hand and yelled:

“Yes! I gonna beat...”

“MARTIN JOHNSON!!!”

the voice of his aunt was cutting the air and his sentence. Martin swirled around and looked straight into Margret's angry face and he knew why Jessica was grinning so badly: Margret was right behind him the whole time. He was too shocked to say anything.

“How dare you to threaten my daughter? How dare you to threaten a girl? Look at you! You are taller by a head and stronger than her. This is such an unacceptable behaviour, young man.”

And with that she took him by one ear and pulled him back into the house.

Like a fury she drove him to the kitchen. On the move she opened the cutlery drawer where she took out one very big wooden spoon, pulled one of the kitchen stools under her self and threw Martin over her lap. Everything happened so fast that Martin was not able to struggle.

But in the moment that aunt Margret was pulling down his sweatpants, Martin yelped and started to flounder. He had put them on in a hurry on that morning and did not even bothere to wear underpants and he tried to avoid the embarassing situation to be stripped nude, especially because he noticed his cousin and sister standing in the kitchen door, delightfully watching Margret's assault.

But his aunt had a stronger grip than the boy would have thought and he couldn't get lose. Finally, his ass was bare and the sweatpants were pulled from his ankles. To his relief his privates were hidden on the lap of his aunt, but this little light on the horizon bursted into thousand pieces, when the first hit of the wooden spoon met his ass with a loud *SMACK*

Martin cried out loud and his aunt kept smacking his naked buttcheeks ruthlessly, while she ranted and raved at the young boy.

“Wait, until I tell your mother about your rude behaviour. I should beat you black and blue, young boy!”

Martin could not help but started to cry. The stinging pain caused by the spanking that his aunt administers with the wooden spoon on his naked cheeks was too much.

After countless attacks on his poor young butt she finally stopped and Martin felt her strong grip softening. She was about to release him from her lap, but he tried not to stand up. He was wearing only his sneakers, socks and the shirt and to his horror he had an unexplainable erection.

“Can I have my sweatpants back, aunt Margret” Martin said still not daring to make a move.

“Stand up and get them yourself, young man” was the answer he didn't want to hear.

Blushing he rose from his aunt's lap and tried to hide his boner behind this hands. Unfortunately he wasn't hung badly and in this erect state he had no chance to cover it from his aunts eyes.

“STOP!” she shouted and Martin froze in the move.

His butt was on fire and he heard the girls giggling. He looked over at them standing in the door to the garden and Jessica was holding his pants like a trophy.

“What is that on your belly?” his aunt asked in a more caring voice now.

Martin raised his shirt a bit with one hand to have look what she was talking about. He was littered with pimples all over his belly and by seeing those, he also felt the itching again he noticed before.

“I don't know, but ewwww..that's strange” Martin answered finally.

“Take that shirt off! I need to have a closer look at that.”

Martin hesitated and when he heard the girls cackle from the door he pleaded his aunt to send them away. “Please, send them away first! You can't make me strip in front of girls!”

“What I can do and what I can't is of my concern, young man. And since you were so rude and threatening to Jessica, it is only fair that you are punished in her presence.”

The biggest concern Martin had, was his still growing erection. He didn't know where it came from, but he felt so aroused, he just coldn't explain why. His buttcheeks just didn't stop hurting and everything was so embarassing for him. But he had no choice and after he have seen the pimples he was somehow willed to let his aunt have a look at his health. But being fully naked in front of her made him nervous. If only the girls would stop laughing. He finally turned to his aunt, and with one hand he tried to get out of his shirt, always taking care to stand with his backside to the girls.

But this was too slow for his aunt. She pulled im closer, took his shirt with her hands and ordered:

“Hands up!”

Martin shook his head. This was too much for him.

“Raise your arms into the air, or I am going to spank your ass again until you do so!”

The boy finally gave up. He rose his arms as ordered and his aunt pulled the shirt over his head.

But before she was even looking at the pimples, she was giving out a gasping sound.

“Martin! What in the name of the lord?” She stopped talking. The boy was quickly hiding his erect privates again, but with no effort.

“Take your hands away, Martin. Let your aunt see what you are hiding there. NOW!” somehow she was getting serious again and since his ass was sore as hell, Martin decided not to give reason for another spanking. His heart sank when he finally was on full display for his aunt, who inspected his throbbing penis with a disgusted face.

“Martin, you are a nasty little boy aren't you?”

Martin blushed deep red. He couldn't look into her eyes while he responds.

“No, aunt Margret. I am not.”

“Stop lying, your little friend says something different. But what happened to it?”

In that moment he heard the voice of Jessica behind him: “Mama can we see it too?”

The boy almost forgot about the little girls in the door behind him. Since he was stripped naked he was very careful to stand with the back to them and not to put on an even bigger show as he already did. He tried to keep a last piece of modesty.

Martin wanted to die. In his aunts face he saw the thoughts fighting. But finally she said. “I am not sure. I don't think so, girls. Not yet...”

The fifteen year old boy was relieved a bit, but still standing naked in front of his thirty nine year old aunt, who was inspecting his manhood from all sides now.

“Martin, I really wonder if that curve is healthy. And you aren't circumcised. This is not very hygienic. I should have a chat with your mother about that.”

Martin blushed even more: “No! Please. I like my penis as it is. Also I am washing it regulary. There is no need to cut off my foreskin.”

“Forget about the foreskin for now, but it is crooked like... like..” she was searching for the right word “like a banana.” Jessica, who was still watching from the door gave out a laugh.

“You need to have a doctor take a look at this! And if not only for that, what about these pimples. They are all over your body. I think it's a rash. Are you allergic to something?”

And she was right. The pimples were everywhere now, even on his dick. Now also Martin was starting to worry about them.

“Not as far as I know” Martin answered silently.

She gave his hard penis a light slap on the shaft and said: “Get upstairs and get dressed in some fresh clothes, I am want you to see doctor Phillips”

Martin stood frozen in front of her. His penis dangled from the tap. He couldn't believe that she touched him there.

Then she gave him an even harder slap to his dick. “NOW! Get dressed, I'll let Dr. Phillips know, that we are coming over.”

He moved quickly. He ran upstairs to the wardrobe, took out some of his clothes and got dressed.

The itching was also getting worse, so Martin felt the urge to see a doctor soon. While he dressed, he thought again to the things that just happened. He couldn't believe that his aunt made him strip to the nude and that she touched his penis. This was a strange mix between hell on earth and the biggest arousal of his life. And then he finally remembered the magazines and that his cousin brought him into this trouble, except for the itchy rash. Martin would have to take care of her later but now he was supposed to see the doctor. He heard his aunt talking to somebody on the phone and somehow he thought he would have heard a meaningful chuckle.

(The End)