Martin Johnson

Martin Johnson 4

By Willy Wanka

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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A sidenote from the author:

English isn’t my native language, so please forgive me some weak spots in my story.
There could be some really bad build-up sentences in this text. I am still not totally convinced, but the last time it took me 5 years to continue this story and I think Martin’s travels aren’t over yet.
Let me know (through Cassie) if you like the story and if you want me to continue.

Chapter 4 - A banana of interest

The girls giggled like...well, like girls do, while they led the poor lad out in the garden.
Birds chimed, the sun was brightening the green behind the house, where Martin’s naked and oiled body glistened in the sunlight of this very hot summer day.
Martin was trembling and still not feeling well. His asshole and dick felt like being on fire, but to the boy’s dismay, his penis was still rock hard and solid.
Bound by the clothesline, that Aunt Margret still didn’t took off, the veins of his curved member were protruding in a weird looking way. His entire dick was dark red and the parts of his glans that his foreskin didn’t cover, shone in a deep purple. His appendage bounced wildly, while the girls were pushing him towards the pool.

His 9 year old sister walked to his side and was mesmerized by the movements of that crooked dick between her older brother’s legs. The big veiny thing was somehow fascinating and repulsive at the same time.
Naomi giggled and grinned over to her new friends Denise and Amelie. The eyes of the other little girls were also glued to Martin’s sore and swollen penis.

The pool was big and had two segments. An almost 20 yards swimming pool that was putting the mediocre swim-hall of Martin’s school to shame and next to it, a little square of 2 yards diameter that was for built for Jessica, when she was 2 years old. It had a small connection to the bigger pool, so they share the same water, but it was too small for a kid to slip through. Both parts were embedded in a rectangular concrete floor and surrounded by a few sun-beds with sunshades attached to them.

Like Aunt Margret advised, the girls led the 15 year old boy to the baby side of the pool.

“Now get into the water, Martin!” his cousin Jessica ordered.

The boy who’s arms were still tied behind his back, moved slowly into the pool, careful not to slip over. The baby-side was so low, that when Martin stood there, the water was not even going up to his knees.

“I think you have to get on your knees to ease your ouchies, big brother” Naomi said with a wicked grin followed by more giggles from the other girls.

Martin was so eager to get his soaring butt and dick into the cold water, he didn’t even wait for that advise and was already down on his knees. Even if the burning sun had warmed the water, it eased the pain a bit and made him forget about the humiliating position and how stupid he must look. There he was, being naked and tied up, in this awkward position, in the kiddie-pool, while his erect dick was floating in the water, totally exposed in front of those little grinning girls.
The water was so good and welcome. Martin felt relieved for a moment and moaned.

The girls meanwhile dragged some sun beds to this side of the pool and arranged themselves around the naked boy. They stripped off to their bikinis and started to lotion themselves up with sun-blocker, while chit-chatting about the things that just happened in aunt Margret’s house.

After a few minutes Martin’s mind returned to this bitter reality and he realized what was going on. He looked over to the smirking girls in their bikinis who just started to whisper and giggle.
Now being in the sun for a while, the heat was close to become unbearable. He remembered that the temperature at this part of the country could easily go over 100 degrees. And that was measured in the shadow. Some pearls of sweat ran over Martin’s bald head.

“Martin, “ his sister mocked him “how do you feel? Is your Banana thing still hurting? You poor cry-baby!”

“Cry-Baby!” the other three girls cheered in unison.

Martin wanted to answer, but his voice was cut by his cousin.

“Oh come on, boy!” Jessica added, “if it would hurt you, it wouldn’t stay that hard the whole time! I know a bit about boys! And when their things get stiff, they like what is happening! So do you like to be naked in front of us girls?”

He blushed badly again, feeling the humiliation coming back. He felt so vulnerable and exposed, but even worse. Now he felt himself trapped in a situation that couldn't be much worse. Hi didn’t know what to say. If this was only a bad dream he would wish to wake up immediately.

“See!” Amelie said “it’s still twitching up and down under the water!”

“Get up! Martin” Jessica ordered in a bitchy voice “stand on your knees,so that that thing is out of the water! We wanna see it!”

He heard the phone ring inside the house and was hoping it would be his mother or father, and that he could tell them what is going on here and that they should come back to put this to and end.

“Hello, dreamer!” Jessica said impatiently “I told you to get up!”

Martin refused that order and shook his head: “Girls, you should get me outside and here we are, Aunt Margret didn’t say anything about bullying me around! By the way, it’s really hot in the sun, could you please help me out now?” he sounded almost angry.

Naomi sensed the anger boiling inside her older cousin and decided to trigger an outburst.

“Well, if you don’t want me to tell your facebook friend about today, you should be careful how you talk to me. Don’t you think, dear cousin!”

That almost dropped a bomb in Martin’s boiling rage, he just yelled the words: “You stupid bitch!..how dare...”

As he heard the voice of Aunt Margret behind him: “MARTIN JOHNSON!!!”
Jessica grinned like a devil. Aunt Margret stood there, holding a tray with a pitcher of Water full of ice cubes and five glasses.

Martin gulped and turned around as much as he could in his kneeling position.
“Aunt Margret, I am sorry, but she is threatening me...”

“Watch your mouth with false accusations young man! Or I will teach you some manners again! You are lucky that I won’t have the time to beat some manners into your butt right now!” his Aunt said coldly while putting the tray down on a nearby garden table.
Martin sighed and closed his eyes. He just hoped this time his aunt would spare him another spanking.
The girls smiled and happily surrounded Aunt Margret who started to pour out some drinks.

“Girls, this was Miss Auberdale from the Club, I have to help her with some things, which means, that we are going to end this here right now and bring Martin back to his room….” she paused

Martin felt relieved and was happy that he would soon have his privacy again but then…

“...or...do you girls think you could handle the boy all alone?” Aunt Margret closed her sentence.

“Yes, of course!” Jessica answered immediately and the others joined her without hesitation.

“No!” Martin yelled without thinking about it “No! Please aunt Margret! They are mean to me! Please! I promise I’ll be good, but please don’t leave them in charge of me!”

“Maybe that’s the best way to teach you some manners in front of young ladies, Martin. To let them be in charge of you! That’s the best idea you had in a while!”

The girls tried their best not to laugh or giggle. They pretended to be seriously adult enough to deal with this situation.

“No please, please Aunt Margret” Martin begged desperately shaking in the pool. “Please don’t!”

“Ahh get over it” his aunt said “Jessica, listen. You are the oldest, so you are in charge, do you understand?”

“Yes Mum, of course!”

“Good, be kind to your cousin, he has a medical condition and I don’t want him to do something stupid. If he makes you any trouble, you are allowed to punish him.”

These were the words that made Martin’s sister feel funny. She even blushed for a split second. The idea to have this power over her brother. The idea that he would have no choice. Naomi was mesmerized.

“Punish him?” Jessica asked playing the fool, she wanted to have her aunt say it.

“If you need to correct him, give him a sound spanking on his little butt or his front side. I suppose the spooning you gave him before was very effective, right?”

“OK Mum, should we also check his medical condition...you know...on his privates?”

Aunt Margret was looking at her daughter with an amused look, then she turned to the boy:

“I think, I will do that for myself. Martin, come over here!”

Martin stood up from the water, his penis bounced wet in the sun, as he came closer to his aunt who was waiting at the edge of the pool.

“Oh my! Look at this swollen banana!” She said to Martin. “That crooked thing looks as if it’s about to explode. Let me take this off!” with that Aunt Margret took hold of the clothesline that was bound around her nephew’s dick. She fondled it open and finally released Martin’s sore dick from the blood flow reduction. The red color became easier and the former bulging veins almost suddenly disappeared from view.

“Guess that’s better. But here, you need to take another pill from your medicine, open up!”

Martin wanted to shake his head, he wanted to press his lips together, but like in a trance he did what his aunt said and took the pill she was holding in front of his mouth and swallowed it.

Then she turned to the girls: “Listen Ladies, you are in charge and you can administer punishment, but please, be fair and gentle to poor Martin. And should you need to punish him, take care not to hurt him badly. It should hurt, but I don’t want him to suffer any injuries, did I make myself clear?”

The girls looked at aunt Margret and nodded. All four of them trying to make the most mature face they could come up with. In the meantime Jessica had also served a drink for Martin and put the tray with the glass on the rim of the little pool. She looked up back to her mother:

“Of course” she said, “I will make sure, that he will have a good time and that he won’t make any fuzz.”

“Oh Jessica, you’re an angel. I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t do any mischief! Especially you, Martin! Don’t make the girls complain or you’ll be in hell of a trouble when I am back!”

“Could you please untie me?” Martin asked. “I can’t drink from the glass like that!”

“Well, after you threatened your cousin to beat her yesterday, I can’t leave you alone with the girls without being restrained, Martin. I cannot trust you anymore” his Aunt explained the facts: “so you stay just like you are. I think a straw will help you with that drink. Naomi, come inside with me, I am sure I got plenty of straws in the kitchen.”

Martin wanted to complain, he wanted to say no! He wanted to cry or to scream! But he couldn’t.
He was no idiot. He knew he had no choice, and that his aunt wasn’t to convince about the evil of her daughter. He knew all he could do was to play along and do whatever he was told to avoid severe consequences. Sooner or later this had to be over. Sooner or later he would have the opportunity to talk to his dad. He would get him out of this mess. But for now, the only way to avoid more spanking and pain was to deal with the situation and to play the good pet.
While his sister and aunt were going back into the house, he returned into the pool and lowered his aching body parts back into the water.

The girls shook their heads and directed Martin to return to his upward kneeling position. Just high enough that his dick wasn’t touching the water. To avoid another encounter with his aunt, Martin complied. The four girls didn’t do anything than grinning, even when his sister returned with a straw, that she did put in his glass, they remained calm and were giggling in silence until they heard the front door shut.

Then they bursted in laughter.

“Oh god, look how his thingiechanged!” Amelie said while pointing at Martin’s twitching penis.
The veins were gone and the erection was still there, but somehow not that nasty, red ballooning creature anymore.

“Yes, it looks like a snail or maggot now” Naomi said, her face full of disgust. “I feel the urge to squish it!”

The girls had a big laughing fit and Martin was shocked by his sister’s cruel comment.

“Why do you say something like that?” he asked “that’s mean! And nasty!”

But Naomi kept laughing and pointing at his crotch.

Martin blushed deep red and sank himself into the water.

“Hey, don’t spoil or fun, dumb-ass!” his cousin yelled at him in the same stern tone he already knew from his aunt. “Or do you wanna feel me whacking your thing with the spoon again! This time no Auntie here to save you!”

Martin cringed and was about to give a very crude answer, but he knew she wasn’t kidding. So he thought it might be a better idea to comply and he rose out of the water into the upward kneeling position, water was dripping from the tip of his waving dick. And the girls grinned about Martin’s obvious submission.

Naomi gathered the girls around her and the girls started whispering and giggling. Each in a while they were looking at Martin laughing loudly, pointing at his willy and continued to whisper.
Then he heard Naomi laugh out loud and yell: “YES!” and then the group turned back to the naked boy.

“I think you need to be punished anyway.” His little sister said, much to the boy’s horror.

“What? But why? I didn’t do anything! I even did as I was told. There is no reason to be mean!” Martin addressed the 9 year old.

“But you did bad and naughty things before. Things you came away with more than once! Things you did to me and you made me feel uncomfortable so often. I think you should finally get a punishment for all those things!”

A big gleeful smile lighted up the faces of the girls. That was a wonderful idea.

“That’s a wonderful idea!” Jessica chimed.

“No it’s not! It’s unfair and I didn’t do anything to you Naomi!”

“Shut up Martin!”, Amelie said grinning from ear to ear. She loved the idea.
“Your sister wants to hold a trial for you! That’s an awesome idea and we all think you deserve some kind of fair trial.”

“A trial? Like a law-suite?” Martin asked clueless about what was about to rush over him.

“Yes! A trial! with a jury! I’ll go inside and make some phone calls” Jessica said and ran for the house.

“WHAT??” Martin looked dumbfounded and panicked. He felt backwards in the water on his ass.
“Jessica! Wait! No! What do you do! Are you… is she serious?”

Denise laughed and answered: “Yes we are serious, young man!” She imitated the way his Aunt would talk “You get yourself in big trouble. And from what I know already, your sister will have some very serious accusations to make against you. So you can only hope for a gentle jury.”

“Yeah, but if you behave like the whole day in front of the jury, I guess they will roast your weenie!” his sister said laughing.

Martin wanted to say something, but realized that whatever he would respond, it would only getting worse from here. What else was left? Run away? He was going through his options, but there was no idea that would have led him to safety. Not only he was tied up and naked. Even if he could run and escape, where would he have to run to? Fighting back? He was clearly outnumbered by the girls and the ties around his wrists were too tight to get out of them.
There was only one way left for Martin, and unfortunately it was to stay calm and try to make the best out of the situation. Whatever the girls would do, couldn’t be as wrong as to run around naked in a foreign town, or getting his ass beaten to a mess, when aunt Margret returns. But he knew it would be a very humiliating time.

Martin was sweating like a pig. The oil made the sunlight even worse and he felt like roasting in the sunlight.

“Naomi...good...good...whatever you want. I won’t make any trouble.” Martin finally spoke. “But please, can I get out of the sun? I will get a sun burn, if I stay here very much longer.”, he pleaded.

Naomi was thinking. She took her time but then replied:
“No Martin, you’ll stay here in the sun. I don’t think that a little tan would be good for you. And just think about it, you won’t get any tan-lines. I even envy you a bit”

“Oh come on...” Martin wanted to say something but the look in his sister’s eyes warned him to better keep his mouth shut. He never felt so weak and dumb before. This was a very bad situation he was in. So he tried to turn around a bit, to give the parts of his body some rest, that were already in the sun for a while. And so he gave an unintentional show to the girls, turning around like on a rotating plate.

“Don’t forget to get up on the knees. Don’t let your dicky fall under the water!”

Martin sighed and nodded, raising a bit out of the water again. The girls giggled in unison and were enjoying the view when Jessica returned to the garden with a big smile of success on her face.

“Martin, I think we should get you into the shadows, before you look like a lobster!” she laughed noticing the reddening tan of her cousin. She thought about the combination of the oil and the reflections of the water surface and how this could become handy for her own tanning efforts, but maybe that would be too fast and she didn’t want a burn.

“Not yet!” Naomi said mischievously, “I want him medium rare!” causing another laughing fit from the two sisters Amelie and Denise.

“Is there curved sausage on the menu today? Or grilled banana?” Denise almost cried in laughter, considering her own joke to be hilarious.

The other girls joined her laughter, but Martin couldn't laugh. He was staring down at himself, trying to avoid eye contact with the girls.

“Well, I think we should give him a bit shadow right now.” Jessica finally insisted and took a sunshade from the little garden-shed.

She put it in the ground as close to the rim of the pool as it was possible before the concrete made this impossible. She contemplated her work and the shadow that was falling right around the tray and mentioned Martin to come into the shadow. Martin followed her directions and moved to the pool edge.
To stay in the shadow he had to stand really really close to the rim. Jessica noticed that Martin tried to get completely into the cooling shadows of the sunshade and manipulated the umbrella a bit to her idea. In the end Martin just knelt there with his dick hovering just a few inches over the tray. The moment he moved back a bit, his ass was burning in the very hot sun again, so he followed Jessica's cruel idea and ended up kneeling on the pool side with his dick sticking out just over the rim.

“Look girls!” she said. “Now we got his penis on a platter.”

And just to make her point, she placed the sole of her right foot right on Martin’s shaft and pressed his dick flat on the tray that was moving away a bit. Jessica’s little foot with the black pedicured toenails and the sexy anklet was trapping his dick between her soles and the tray.

“Argghgh” Martin yelled out in shock. “Don’t step on it!” He tried to move back, but that caused him even more pain, since where the tray ended, his dick was trapped between Jessica's foot and the gritty concrete.

“Please! Get off me!” He whimpered.

The other girls looked at Jessica with amazement.
“Oh yes!” Naomi cheered “now you can crush it like the slug that it is!”

Jessica gave a bit more weight on it once more, making Martin’s glans expand on the silver tray. The boy’s penis looked like a caterpillar moving away from Jessica’s foot. The girls were fascinated. His cousin gave Martin a big grin and finally took her foot away.
Martin felt relieved and made a step back from the edge. He wanted to grab his dick for good, but he couldn’t do anything else than to sit down in the water again. The water wasn’t cold anymore but still gave a little bit ease to his pain.

“That was mean!” he said “oww owww” he whimpered away, while Jessica just cruelly said:
“We will see what kind of punishment the Jury will suggest. Until then, we will give you a little break.”

She turned to the other girls and said: “Come inside, we have a few things to prepare before the others are here.”

Martin was in shock. The others?
“The others? What are you talking about?”

But the girls just ignored this question and went into the house, leaving the naked boy alone in the pool. The thoughts were racing through Martin’s head.

What if he would just jump out of the pool and ran away? But where to run to? He knew there are the woods right next to his aunts property, but running there with bare feet and his hands bound behind his back? Pictures of him tumbling and falling down dirty and rocky cliffs came to his mind, so he was even too afraid to try this. Running to the front yard was no option either, naked as he were, with his aroused dick sticking out. Could he try to get his arms lose to fight against the girls?
Maybe, but still they would have outnumbered him and the results were uncertain, and on top of that, what would have happened, when his aunt returned. When he realized that there was no way out of this and that his cousin and sister literally got him by the balls, he started to cry.

After a few minutes of self-pity, Martin realized the heat and that he couldn't stand the sun any longer. He took a deep sip of the water with the stray and, to avoid a serious sun burn, Martin looked around for a more shady spot. A few yards away, under the shadow of the big Arizona oak in the garden of his aunt was an old unused sandbox, right next to a kiddie-slide and monkey bars. Martin didn’t want to sit in the sand with his wet body, but the spot right next to the slide and bars looked OK. So he got out of the pool slowly and walked toward the shadows on shaking legs.
He got down slowly into the grass right next to the old monkey bars and positioned himself as good as he could in a sitting position. His hands hurt from the clothesline and despite the situation his penis didn’t want to go down. He sat there with his legs spread and leaned against the bars. Martin closed his eyes for a moment to ease his mind, and he didn’t even noticed the doorbell from inside the house, when he drifted away and fell asleep.

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