Martin Johnson 1
By Willy Wanka
Copyright 2012 by Willy Wanka, all rights reserved
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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)