On Midnight's Wings

On Midnight's Wings 5

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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I had just finished my morning routine three days after I got back my Mum called out that I had a phone call.

I took one look at my naked body in the mirror, got dressed and went down to see who it was.

“We're heading over to Ella's for the afternoon,” Claire said. “Coming?”

It wasn't really a question, it was a test: was I still into playing? - and after the weekend I'd had, I was definitely playing.

That said, an afternoon at Ella's meant that I was going to wind up wearing something weird before the end of the day. I'd hoped it wouldn't be too public, but realistically, that wasn't likely.

“So, how was the weekend?” Claire asked after the picked me up. In the back seat Mark looked a bit overly enthusiastic.

“Fine.,” I said. “Amy's a bit weird but she seems to like having me around.”

“Did you play while you were away?”

I didn't need to answer that – I just blushed.

“Good. Just to be clear, you won't have Walt or any of his cronies to worry about, they've been warned off. We have ways.”

“Ok thanks,” I said, genuinely relieved.

“Now, I have a question - at what point were you going to tell me that you missed your morning routine?” she said.

A felt a lump in my stomach, “So... you know about that?”

“Amy told me, And you know what that means, don't you? That's a punishment.”

I nodded dumbly. I was secretly excited though and very, very scared.

“So, you need to put this on.” Claire handed me a small ribbon of brown material with Velcro fasteners at each end and a steel ring in the front. “This is a Punishment Collar,and either you or Mark will wear them from now on when we're bring punished.

I did as she told me – it felt a little tight, but no different to wearing a normal tie – and when I looked in the mirror it just looked weird because it wasn't something a kid my age would normally wear.

“I'll tell you when your punishment begins and when it ends and you wear that until it's over. If your Mum or Dad or anyone asks you what it is, tell them it was a gift or a new fashion idea you're trying out.”

I put it on around my neck. It looked a little girly, but not massively so.

“But don't worry – I won't keep you waiting too long!”

I was both relieved and horrified to hear that.

We pulled into Ella's house about twenty minutes later and drove all the way into the garage, where Mark was told to strip us both, close the garage and meet them inside with drinks.

It still felt weird being undressed by someone else, even when it was Derek – even when that other person was already naked. When I had done it myself, I could pause and take a breath before I took my pants off, but when someone else did it, I didn't even control that. It was another little freedom that got taken away.

Mark threw our clothes into the car, took hold of my hand and we went to get the drinks. It was just enough time for my dick to get hard again before we presented ourselves to the girls inside as requested.

For about five minutes, they chatted away as if we weren't there until the subject of my punishment came up.

“So what does he have to do?” Ella asked.

“Standard hour of outdoor naked time,” Claire said. “I haven't decided when yet.”

“He looks like he could enjoy it!”

“I don't know if there's anything he wouldn't enjoy, kinky little devil,” Claire smiled.

“I will never know where you find them,” Ella said.

“Oh they're all over the pace,” Claire told her. “You just have to open them the right way. Anyway – your studio?”

They got up and led us into Ella's fashion studio where piles of materials and armless manikins greeted us. I was told to sit down on a stool in front of a mirror lined with lightbulbs. Then Ella sat behind me, with one hand on my chest and another rubbing my hair. Finally, she started picking up make-up and literally, making up my face. Blush, eye-shadow and finally lipstick!

After about twenty minutes, the first part of the transformation was complete. I suddenly realised what she was doing. "I look like a girl!" I said.

"We know," Claire said from behind me. "That's the whole point, Missy!"

"And... we're going out like this, are we?"

"Not locally – don't worry. “

She did a very good job, I had to admit - I looked totally convincing – but only from the neck up. As long as no one saw me naked, I could easily pass for a girl. Which meant that whatever I was going to wind up doing tonight, I was more than likely going to be dressed.

I got up and let Mark have his turn. For some reason, he didn't take anywhere near as long, but when she was finished he looked just as convincing – albeit with a wig, because his short hair completely ruined he effect.

“So... what are we wearing?” I asked. “Assuming we are going out in public? We're not going naked?”

Ella went as she disappeared behind some curtains. “”Are you ready?”

I honestly wasn't sure, but then she pulled out a small pink t-shirt with frills along the sleeve edges and the waist-line. She put it on me and it was very airy – almost like being naked – and it only came down to my midriff. Next she handed me a small black piece of underwear which turned out to be a very revealing thong. It just about covered everything from the front. Then a flimsy, yellow miniskirt that was also attached via Velcro. When I had it all on, I was showing as much skin as I possibly could without being obscene. It was fascinating and horrible at the same time.

Mark got off a bit lighter than I did. He got a pink t-shirt and some very girly bluejeans with butterflies and flowers sown into them.

"You've outdone yourself here!" Claire said, when we were both dressed “I wouldn't recognise them if I didn't know them already.”

"I know," Ella cooed, "I'm so excited! Thank you so much for bringing them over!" Then she stepped forward and kissed Mark on the forehead and me on the cheek. “And thank you so much for helping me do this!”

For the next half hour we practised walking like girls and being spanked once or twice lightly when we got it wrong. This was more me because Mark seemed to be good at it and I was very exposed under the skirt. But at some point, we were deemed convincing enough and Claire drove us all to the fairground.

It was only a short drive to the place and it actually seemed like a really cool fairground. We parked at the edge of a forest, walked back through a car park then there were were – surrounded by bright lights and loud clanking and buzzing noises.

“Okay, then, girls,” Claire said behind us, “let's have a little walk around.”

As we walked, I totally forgot about what I was wearing and the situation I was in – I was too busy taking in all the rides and attractions we were surrounded by. I did notice some of the looks I was getting though – especially from other kids/ It was as if they knew something was wrong, or unusual – but couldn't work out what. I just smiled and ignored them. It wasn't as difficult as I thought.

We stopped for a snack and a drink outside a small stall and sat down on a bench. Well, they sat on a bench – Mark was given some money and told what to get while I was actually pulled onto Claire's knee like a small kid. Apparently, it's a bit less unusual to be sitting on an “older girl's” knee when you're a girl, so I didn't protest. Still felt nice though.

What happened next though, wasn't normal.

Claire basically dropped her jacket into my lap with one hand and with the other, she reached under my skirt and started massaging the front of my thighs. All the way up to my dick and balls. Although on the inside of my groin, it was more of a tickle than a massage. After a few minutes, she pulled my dick out from under the thong and then pulled the thong down over my legs.

“What are you doing?”

“Lift your bottom a little.”

“Don't get me hard!” I urged. “People will see it under the dress!”

“I'm not getting you hard,” she said. “You're doing that yourself.”

Suddenly, I felt her hands under the strap of the thong no my hips and the next thing I knew the whole thing was down over my knees and around my ankles. I lifted my feet without being told and Claire whisked the thing off and I stuffed it into her bag. Then her hand came back to my dick which, was only half-hard but even then softening a bit. It had all happened too fast even to get excited.

“See?” she said..

I looked around at everyone – amazingly, no one had even anything. I felt myself taking a deep involuntary breathe.

I stood up and get the warm free feeling of the evening air on my balls and my bare ass. If I had to walk around like this, I was going to get hard.

“Anyway, I hope you like your new clothes,” Claire said. “Because Ella has a new rule for you.”

Across from us Ella smiled. “That's right, kiddo!” She leaned forward. “Form now on, for two hours every day, you will wear the bar and thong.. If you go out, wear them under your normal clothes – and you have to go out wearing them at least five times a week.”

“And,” Claire added, “we will be checking and inspecting!”

“I'll give you extra thongs and bras,” Ella said. “Make sure your Mum doesn't find them!”

“Two hours every day?” I said. Okay, that seemed doable. They were comfortable, I had to admit – I just had to be careful where I went when I wore them,

Mark returned with drinks and chips and we had our snack while chatting, and I managed to forget about the erection under my dress – even sitting bare-assed on Claire's lap. But by the time we finished our drinks, I was soft again. As we set off I wondered if this had anything to do with my punishment? It felt really nice though, walking around with no underwear on and kind of free without having to worry about being seen by anyone. If felt naked without being naked.

We turned a corner and I felt a hand on my shoulder and suddenly Ella pointed at a ghost train. “There!” she said. “That's the one!” She went over to one of the assistants and gave him a hug. The assistant smiled, joked about something and then indicated an empty cart – apparently she knew the guy and was getting us a freebie.

We climbed in – Ella, me and Claire in the front and Mark in the back – as the assistant smiled at me and shunted us forward. As we disappeared into the darkness I suddenly realised that this was going to be no ordinary fairground ride. We went around a disappointing array of neon skeletons and bats that were supposed to be scary but were nowhere near as scary as wondering what was going to happen to me. I was pretty sure something was, especially when Ella and Claire reached across and took off my top. Bit by bit and ride by ride they were stripping me naked.

But I knew that if there was one thing I couldn't get away with, it was trying to pretend to be a girl if I had no top on. That would be a bit too obvious and before long someone would make the connection.

Suddenly I felt Claire's hand under my shirt again. This time her full intention was to make me hard and this time it took no time at all. Then Ella's hand was one me as well.

"My God, he's as hard as a rock!” she said.

"No kidding?!" Claire replied.

Both girls giggled.

“Well, now you know what your punishment is,” Claire said.

“What?”

“One hour's outdoor naked time,” she said. Then I felt Claire's hand on the side of my hip and then Ella's on my other. There was a sudden rip of Velcro and the shirt fell away from my hips. I was totally naked in a cart on a ride that was going to end in less than a minute. “And it starts now!”

“What?”

“See you at the car in an hour!” Ella said.

"Wait! Why where are you going?" I asked. “You can't leave me here!”

Neither of the girls spoke. Instead, Ella just pulled my dick up. I had no option but to arch my back up. She gently caressed my balls and then let go. I fell back into the seat, with my bear bottom touching the leather of the carriage. Before I could realise what was happening, there was a gust of wind and a few bars clanging. Then light as a door opened and closed,

And I was alone and naked.

"Claire? Ella?"

No response. They'd only gone and gotten off the ride, leaving me on my own – they must have known how to get out of the actually ride through a side door or something, but – Ella's friend! He told them what to do!

Damn!

But I had bigger problems to worry about. The cart turned a corner and suddenly the darkness eased up a little and we turned into the last stretch of the ride. Ahead of us, I could see the lights of the fairground through a small crack in the plastic doors. Another five seconds and I was out in the open, totally naked and fully erect.

The ride attendant pretended not to notice and for a few minutes, no-one else was looking. But I couldn't just sit there – I had to get out. I dropped one hand over my groin, levered myself out and ran.
I honestly don't remember much about it other than people laughing at me, lights and a lot of weird glances. Thankfully the place wasn't too crowded and I could run reasonably freely – and even more thankfully, no one actually followed me. After running the longest two or three minutes of my life I found myself out in the car park. I stopped looked around and saw no one chasing me – just pointing and laughing at the direction I'd come from.

I took off again through the car park and off towards the forest at the other end. Once there I stopped and to catch my breath, feeling a bit more covered and sheltered and reassess things: I was naked and I was also as horny as anything, and that was more annoying. And it would be that way for at least another hour. Looking around, the sun was only beginning to set, so it would be bright for a while yet, but there seemed to be no one else around.

For no reason other than something to do, I walked along the edge of a stream that ran deeper into the wood. I have to admit, I loved the way the warm outdoor air felt on my skin and I couldn't help touching myself as I went along – there was no rule against it – and it felt awesome every time I did it. Just for a second or two, just a few lights strokes, or I was going to make myself cum and then to let my hard dick bounce around freely again. Plus, God only knew what the punishment for cumming was. Admittedly, part of me wanted to kneel down and jerk myself off for what I knew would be one of the most powerful orgasms in my life and even to get caught.

Of course, there was no way Claire would ever know about it. But actually cheating like that never occurred to me for some reason.

It was as I was crossing over a small bridge when I heard someone say, "I knew he wasn't a girl."

At the other end of the bridge were two girls.

"Seems to be a bit of a perv to me," the other one said. "What are you doing out here naked?"

"I just like walking naked," I replied, covering myself with my hands instinctively. "It's... nice...."

"Really? With a stiff dick like that? Just out for a walk?"

I let my hands fall to my side. Partially because they'd seen me anyway and partially because I actually wanted them to see me and to see how I fetl in such a compromising situation. And, my God it felt weird.

Then, one of the girls squinted at me in the evening light. "Hang on," she said, "I know you – you're Walt's queer little friend!"

"I'm not queer!" I replied. “Not his friend, either.”

For a second, they both glared at my naked body by way of a response, but then one of them said, "no, you're not." Then she turned to the other and said, "the queer one's got black hair and he's eh - not as big..."

They meant Mark, thankfully. But I didn't realise he was a "smaller" than me.

“Come on then,” she said to her friend.

The second girl took my hands and held them in front of my tummy. Then the other started typing some rope around them. I tried to resist a little, but not all that much – for some reason, my sense of self-humiliation and given way to a sense of curiosity – and a sudden need to be vulnerable. So I let them do what they wanted.

When she was finished, I couldn't move my wrists. She pulled on the other end of the rope and led me off that path and through some trees to where there was another group of kids talking around a small picnic table.

"I think we found us a prisoner!" one of the girls announced as they approached.

The other kids looked at me in surprise, wonder and admiration. Some of them gasped, at least one laughed. There were five of them in total – three boys; two a bit older than me and one about seven or eight, and two girls also about my age. A quick glance led me to recognise none of them and relax a bit.

"Who's he and why's be naked?" one of the boys asked.

"Said he was out for a walk," the girl who tied my hands replied. "He was dressed as a girl at the fairground."

"Can we tie him up?" the little boy asked.

For a second, they looked at me but before I could answer, one of the other kids – the oldest – already had more rope in his hands. "He's a prisoner," he said. "he doesn't get a choice. Carly? “

One of the girls, presumably Carly, jumped up and stated climbing a tree. As soon as she was on the lowest branch, about ten feet up, the girl holding me prisoner threw her a rope. I asked what they were doing, but they just smiled and said, "you'll see."

About a minute later I did see. One end of the rope was tied around the rope around my wrists and the other end was tied around the branch so that I was forced to stand on my toes with my arms stretched up in the air. When they were done, all I could move was my legs and even that made my body swing back and worth a bit.

Carly came down from the tree and the whole gang stood around me. One or two them started poking me with sticks in my chest at first, but then my ass and by balls, while daring each other to touch me. It was the girl, Carly who did so first. She took a hold of the tip of my dick and squeezed it gently while the others giggled. Then she pulled it away from the body and let go. It slapped back against my belly ad wobbled a bit.

Then one of the other girls cupped my balls and they were all at it. I had hands roaming over my tummy, my dick, my balls me ass – and in between my legs. It felt amazing, but I had to concentrate so hard on not cumming. I had never felt so totally exposed and subject to someone else's will as I did right then. Two of them pulled me legs apart, so I couldn't even stand while another tickled my balls from behind.

"Tie his feet over there," one of them said, behind me.

I felt me legs being stretch back – far, but not painfully far – and then rope was tied around my ankles. Then, a minute or two later, they let go of my feet and I just hovered there, immobilised despite anyone actually touching me.

"Oh, he looks so cute that way," Carly said, as the entire gang stood back to appreciate their handiwork. "I think we should leave him there!"

"No!" I said.

"What all night?" one of the boys said.

"No – just until he answers some questions," Carly said. She stepped forward and cupped my balls again firmly. "Like what he's really doing out here like this! And where his friends are."

"Did they make you do this?" one of the boys asked.

"Kind of," I replied. "I – I'm -" - suddenly, I felt the urge to be vulnerable again and to humiliate myself. "I'm being punished," I said.

There was a laugh. "Those girls are punishing you?" one of the boys asked. "Like this? And you agreed to it?"

"What did you do?" one of the others asked.

"I didn't perform my morning routine," I told them. "So I have to spend an hour outside. Naked. They dressed me up as a girl and then stripped me and I came here because I thought no one was around."

"Morning routine? What's that?"

I paused. "I have to play with myself – masturbate – for ten minutes in front of a mirror... Naked..."

They all laughed at that one.

"Ok, so how long have you been out here and long do you have to stay?"

"I have to stay up with my friends after an hour – I was about twenty minutes when I met the girls."

One of the older kids looked at his watch. "Where do you meet?"

"Back at the entrance to the forest – by the well,"

"That's about fifteen minutes walk," he said. "We'd better get you down then – and we can all meet up."

I felt my ankles being untied and then Carly went back up the tree to undo the rope tied to the branch. When I was standing again, I stretched myself to try and get rid of the stiffness. Then I felt some rope being tied around my things. "Don't want you running away, do we?"

So, with my hands still bound and now some rope tying my legs, they led me back to the entrance of the forest. It was slow going because I couldn't walk properly. They didn't ask me any more questions while we walked, but they did feel me up a lot. And the younger one kept spanking my bottom for some reason.

When we got to the well, thankfully, Claire, Mark and Angel were waiting for me. Mark had already washed off his make-up and had changed into normal clothes again.

"Looks like you had fun," Claire said. "Your hour's up – let's get you dressed."

The other kids took off my ropes while Claire pulled out my dress and “t-shirt” from a plastic bag. Once I was totally free, the first she did was remove the collar. Then, I was dressed in the thong, shirt and skirt in that order, a fact that wasn't lost on the other kids.

“He's not allowed to dress himself,” Mark told them. “He has to wait until someone else does it for him.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” said Claire. “Our friend's nine-year-old sister made him agree to it.”

There was more laughter and I felt myself blush even more. But the more humiliated I was, the sweeter it got.

Finally, it was over and we were off. I have never felt happier or more secure to be back inside of a car.

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