On Midnight's Wings 1
By Patrik
Razmuzzen
my.backups.89@gmail.com
Copyright 2016 by Patrik Razmuzzen, all rights reserved
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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
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story.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is a sequel to a previous story I
wrote called The Other Side of Midnight, in which – SPOILER ALERT! – Derek
discovered a friend, Mark acting strangely only to discover he was in playing
submissively with his dominating older sister, Claire. Derek was recruited to
help dominate, but wasn't up to the task. But Claire had a better idea: Derek
could also be a submissive!
For more details or to check the
characters (yes some of them come back) go read the first story! Don't worry,
this one will still be here when you get back...
CHAPTER ONE
I couldn't believe it – for the first
time in as long as I could remember, I was naked in front of a girl I wasn't
related to. I was never that shy as a kid, as long it was just family – my
mother seemed to be more offended than I was if she saw me undressed.
Claire just let me stand there for a
moment, while I felt warm open air on parts of my naked skin that were not used
to feeling open air.
“Well,” Claire said eventually, “aren't
you going to put your clothes away?”
I took the key from her, picked up my
ball of clothes and went over to the cabinet. Every movement of air on my skin
reminded me that I was naked. The brush of air on my balls and my bottom, right
down to the fluffiness of the carpet under my bare feet. I bent down, unlocked
the drawer and placed my clothes in beside Mark's. Then I locked the door and
went back over to give the key to Claire.
And that was the moment I realised that
this was really happening. My clothes were not just being taken off me, they
were being taken away from me, too.
Locked away, beyond my reach. The fact that I was the one locking them
away, just emphasised it.
But it had to be me, I found later. I
was the one consenting to it.
“How do you feel?” she asked me, as I
handed here the key back.
“Weird,” I replied. “And a bit cold....”
“Yeah, that's what Mark said,” she
replied. “You'll get used to it!” Then she reached up and the next thing I knew
her fingers were on my dick. It had already started to stiffen, but not totally
– just about halfway. I groaned when she touched it. I didn't know if I was
more embarrassed or excited.
Then she felt my balls and I thought I
was going to cum right there and then.
“You have a nice penis,” she said,. “I like it when it sticks up like
that, rather than out. And your balls hang down low as well,” She started to
juggle them around in her sack, and then letting them hang, adding extra weight
to the base of my dick. I swallowed breathlessly. Then she turned me around and
I shook even more. I remember being surprised at how heavy my erection felt,
especially when it shook, as I wasn't used to standing or walking around with
it like that.
Claire slapped my bottom gently a couple
of times and then felt around the cheek. “You have lovely soft skin,” she said.
“Eh... thanks,” I replied.
“Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy touching
this. You may as well get used to it!!”
Suddenly I was aware of someone else in
the room and look over to see Mark with
his diary and a pen. “What the hell?” he gasped. “You're naked too?”
Despite the fact that he'd seen me naked
a few times in showers at the pool or at school sports events, and despite the
fact that he was naked too, I suddenly really felt embarrassed. My hands
automatically dropped down to cover myself, but Claire slapped my bottom.
“No more touching, no more blocking,”
she said. “You're playing by my rules now.”
“This is co cool!” Mark said, “You look
awesome!”
“Eh – thanks?” I replied, I had considered that this might
have been planned, but it it was, he wasn't in on it. That or he was very good
at faking surprise.
“I'm glad you approve, Mark,” Claire
said. “Now, it appears you have some writing to do.” She motioned
to us to lie on the floor – that was when I remembered the no-furniture
rule – and handed me a small notepad and a pen, “Derek, as you have no diary
yet, you can use this. I want you to write out a list of all the rules that you
will be obeying, and Mark can write his diary, ok?”
I nodded.
We lay down side by side, bare bottoms
in the air, and started writing. I found it difficult to write lying with my
erection saddled between the weight of my body and the floor. I moved my legs
apart and raised by ass a little just to
calm my self down a bit.
Beside me, Mark was giggling as he
wrote. We were close enough that I could feel the warmth coming from his body
on my cool skin.
Ok, so, I thought to myself, rules. How
many were there and which ones could I remember? Well, first one was obvious:
–
I will be naked at all
times when I am at home alone or playing the game at Mark and Clare's.
–
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I will not sit on any
furniture. Or use any furniture.
–
–
I will eat my food sitting on the floor and use only my
mouth.
–
–
I will do my morning
and evening routines.
–
–
I
will not use a toilet without permission and I will go outside if I can not get
permission. I will pull my pants down and my shirt up when I pee.
–
I stopped writing. Those were the easy
ones. Had I seen Mark doing anything else in the last few weeks? Most of it had
been spontaneous or was when he was being punished. I read back what I had
written to myself, but it seemed short – surely there were more than five
rules? I looked over at him, eagerly writing and added
–
I will keep a diary of
everything I do.
–
–
I will get an all over
suntan during the summer.
–
That second one scared me a little.
Where was I going to sunbathe naked? Probably here, I thought.
A few minutes passed without me adding
anything when I felt Claire beside me. “Well? How's it going?”
“I think I have them all,” I said. I
handed her the list I prepared. She mile at first, but then frowned. “You
missed one – the one about masturbating?”
“Ah! Sorry!”
“Yeah will, that's still a punishment.
Not a big one, but a punishment nonetheless,”
she said, “I think... Let me see....” Then she smiled “A spanking.”
“You're going to spank me?”
“Not very hard,” she replied, “in fact
not at all.” She looked over at Mark who appeared to have finished his diary. “He's going to do it.!”
“Mark is?”
“I am?”
“You are my slave, you do the things I
need doing if I don't want to do them myself, and this is something I think I'd
rather see you do,” Claire said. She told Mark to sit up, and pointing at his
naked lap, “so come on, crawl over here and present yourself for your
spanking.”
I
took a deep breath. Slowly, I began to realise that she was serious. Having
tried to dominate Mark, suddenly he was going to become my master, at least for
the time it took him to give me a spanking.
I got up and crawled over to him and
draped myself across his naked lap. My erect dick poked his thigh and my balls swung heavily between my legs as I
lay down on his warm legs.
Mark hadn't been hard before I got into
position but he was afterwards. “How many times should I spank him?” he asked.
“I think three on each side should be
enough for a first offence,” Claire told him.
“Ok,” Mark replied. Clearly he was
enjoying this too much, while my heart was racing. Part erotic humiliation,
part outright fear: I didn't like pain and this was the first time I'd been
spanked since.... well, ever. My parents never really believed in it.
And then it started. He was slapping my
bare bottom . It wasn't hard at all. Or even
effective – it made me laugh more than anything else and kinda tickled
rather than hurt.
“I don't think he's supposed to be
laughing, Mark.” Claire said.
“Sorry, but I've never spanked anyone
before,” Mark replied.
And then there was a pause. I thought it
was over but then came one almighty slap right down on the centre of my
backside. He got that one right - and the slap echoed throughout the room.
This time it was Mark who laughed.
“Ok,” Claire, said, “that's enough.” She
came over to us and helped me up by the elbow and led me to the corner, “Hands
on your head,” she said, “corner time follows all spankings.”
Suddenly, with my back to the room, I
felt very vulnerable and even more embarrassed Behind me, I heard something
clicking.
“How long do I have to do this?” I
asked.
“I'm setting this egg-timer. When it
goes off, your corner-time will be over. Then you can turn it off and bring it
to me. And no, I'm not going to tell you how many minutes I'm setting it too.” There
was one last click and she left me, alone and naked in the corner with a bottom
that was still stinging slightly from the spanking. In my mind's eye I could
see how I looked, and that was even more embarrassing
And not knowing how long I had to stand
here was torture! Was it two minutes? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty? An hour?
After what felt like two minutes had passed, the
doorbell rang and frightened the life out of me. A few seconds later I heard
the door opening and Claire talking to someone – it sounded like Angel. A
shiver of excitement went through me. Then the two of them came in talking
about pianos stuff and then stopped.
“Oh, you've got two of them playing
now?” Angel said.
“Yep,” Claire replied. “Felt he was more of a sub than a
dom and he agreed!”
“Told you,” Angel replied. Then from a little closer to me,
“can I touch him?”
“Of course!”
I felt Angel's hand on my shoulder and
she whispered, “hello, you - having fun?”
“Yea-ah,” I asked.
Then I felt her other hand on my bottom,
rubbing me gently where I'd been spanked
and then squeezing me gently. “Oh wow,” she said, “he's so soft. It's
beautiful.”
“I know,” Claire agreed.
“How long has he been here?”
“Not long,” Claire replied, “Although
how long he has to stay there is the question.”
“Ah, I see.” She withdrew her hand and
my skin went a little colder where she had been touching it. “Ok, Mark – sit
down and let's get your started. Have you been practising your scales?”
“Yeah,” Mark replied, “Of course.”
It seemed like about fifteen or twenty
minutes later when the buzzer finally went off (turned out it had only been
seven) and I was released from my corner time. It had almost been worse than
the actual spanking: one of the things I learnt about that game is that
standing around doing nothing and just being on exhibition was just as bad as
some of the things I had to do.
I picked up the egg-timer and turned to
bring it back to Claire and got another surprise: there were four people
sitting on the couch. Claire, Ella, a boy a couple of years younger than me who
sniggered back at me, and another girl I didn't know.
“Hey,” Claire reprimanded me, “no
blocking yourself!”
I stopped, not even realising I had been
doing it. My hands drifted back to my sides and I gave them all the view they
wanted.
I padded over on the soft carpet and
handed her the egg-timer.
“Good boy,” she said, “now we'd all like
some drinks, wouldn't we? So two cokes, one water for Ella and a coffee for
me.”
I turned and went out to the kitchen to
get the order. I was so humiliated! Where did they come from? They must arrived
at the same time as Ella and just kept quiet – but... they'd been there the
whole time I was standing naked and on parade! I wondered if Claire invited
them around intentionally or whether it was just a coincidence.
There was something else, too, though:
it was kind of more interesting with them there. Certainly turned me on a bit
more.
I got the drinks and made my way back to
the living room. As I handed each person their drink, I noticed that they were
staring at me – especially the boy beside Ella. It was so humiliating, but so
erotic at the same time.
When I handed Claire her drink, she
pointed at a spot on the floor about a foot in front of her, even thought there
were empty seats, and I took my place, either until the end of Mark's lesson or
until I was called upon to provide either more service or entertainment. Or
both.
So I waited. And sometimes, waiting is
the worst part. Constantly being on display and awaiting. It was only a short
lesson – half an hour or something, but it seemed like an age before it was
over. I could not take my mind off the fact that I was naked in Mark's living
room and watching him play the piano. Naked. While four other people watched
both of us.
When the lesson did end, Mark and Angel
got up, and Mark hugged her. Some kind of a “thank you” ritual I only found out
about later and Mark and I were sent to the kitchen to get more drinks.
“How does if feel?” Mark asked me, once
we were alone.
“Weird!” I replied.
“I know! But nice too, huh?”
I nodded. I had to agree. It was one of
the most exciting feelings I had ever known.
“Kinda feel weird seeing you play too,
now!” he said. “You going to continue?”
That was a point: I hadn't considered
opting out yet - had kind of forgotten that I could – but I felt that there was
more to this to experience. I nodded. For now, anyway.”
“Cool!”
We took the drinks inside to the others
and sat down on the floor. Angel had had to leave, and Ella was talking about
some 'ideas' that she'd had. Something Mark wasn't interested in, “but maybe
Derek might!”
The kids she'd brought – her little
brother and a visiting cousin, I found out later – were giggling away. That
kind of turned me on and made me more embarrassed at the same time – until Ella
asked them directly how they felt about us.
The boy just giggled, but the girl
smiled. “I think they're cute. Maybe they should hold hands? Like boyfriends!”
I went a bit red at that and Ella
laughed. Claire though, just nodded. “I think that's an excellent idea! Guys,
whenever you're playing now, that's a new rule: you have to be holding hands.”
“Only hands?” Ella said.
“Well... touching. In contact. Even if
you're carrying something.”
I felt Mark's hand in my hand and could
only imagine how silly we looked. Boyfriends? I wasn't even gay!
“This,” Ella said sitting back, “could
get even more interesting.”
I had no idea how right she was.
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