Harry’s Hopeless Situation

By TCP

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Harry’s Hopeless Situation –
By TCP
© 2017 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

As with all TCP stories, for your maximum viewing pleasure, the optimal display of text is 'Times New Roman, size 12 and magnified to 150%.' This chapter was not written or performed in front of a live studio audience.

Harry’s Hopeless Situation –
Harry’s misadventure upon being caught looking into the girls’ changing room after PE, and the price of total humiliation he had to pay to satisfy the girl who caught him…

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Harry was ten and getting curious about the opposite sex. He’d heard a lot about how girls were different, but having strict parents, his access to the internet was very restricted by parental filters. All he knew was that girls had a ‘slit’ instead of a willy. So it was that he had rushed to get changed after PE and found himself trying to peek into the girl’s locker room while they were still changing. He knew that some of the girls took showers before going home.

No sooner had Harry started to peek through the door, he found that he could see girls in their underwear and school shirts. None of them naked, but he was still excited, his heart pounding in his chest and his cheeks warm. He also began to feel excited down ‘there.’ He gripped the front of his shorts and found himself getting stiff and tingly.

“Hey, you perv!” the boy heard from behind him. It was a girl’s voice… With a gasp, he looked over his shoulder and saw Monica Thompson, who lived around the block from him. She was a pretty, blonde girl in his year, but not his class. Her blue eyes pierced into his with a scary, judgemental look of anger. Like a woman scorned… well, a young female anyway. He swallowed hard and panicked… running out of the corridor and off home as quick as he could.

Harry shut himself away in his bedroom that evening, unable to get the images of the girls in their different states of dress out of his mind. His penis regularly became erect as he recalled what he had and hadn’t seen. He was angry with himself that he hadn’t taken precautions to stop himself from getting caught… and he was disappointed not to have seen at least one of the girls naked. It made him more determined the next time. Oh yes, Harry was going to try and spy again.

The next morning at school, Harry found a note in his locker…

‘L-block cloakroom at lunchtime… come alone, or I tell the teacher ALL about you…
Monica…’

Harry gulped and hid the note in the pocket of his school shorts. He struggled through the morning classes, more so than usual. He worried at first about what he was going to say to Monica when she confronted him. But soon, his imagination worked overtime and he was going to try and use his boyish bravado to blag his way out of trouble by pretending he hadn’t seen anything interesting… He would at least confirm that he hadn’t seen a girl naked… In fact, he started to convince himself that he would try and turn this to his favour and ask her to play Doctor with him. And if she said no, he would offer his lunch money for a whole week to stop her telling the teacher. Maybe two weeks…

That would be his final offer… If she still wouldn’t let it slide, he would take his chances with denying it all if she went to the teacher. Her word against his. No other proof.

Before he had chance to work any more on his strategy for handling Monica, the bell went for lunch, and his date with destiny in the L-block cloakroom. Monica was a smart girl, picking a rendezvous in the part of the school currently undergoing renovation. The L-block cloakroom would be quite deserted.

When Harry arrived at the rendezvous point, he saw Monica sitting on one of the benches, waiting for him with her arms folded.

“M-Monica,” Harry began, his bravado having faded instantly in the face of her confident looking stare, and still angry looking eyes. “I… I errrm… I didn’t see anything… honest… Look… y-you can have my lunch money… for two whole weeks… P-please don’t tell…”

“Shut up and come here,” Monica said testily, seizing control of the situation with an ease that surprised even her and rising to her feet. As Harry approached with nervous caution, he noticed her expression change to that of a playful smile, like a farmer with a naughty fox on the run. “Get him girls!” she called…

In a flash, three other young blonde girls bustled from the doorway to the girls’ toilets and quickly surrounded the boy. They were Monica’s sisters… Amber and Jessica (8 year old twins) and Clara, her older sister of eleven. Stunned, Harry was easily surrounded by the pretty girls and found himself being quickly ‘girl-handled’ to the floor. His protests were weak and short-lived as he tried to figure out a way to stop this from escalating into a beating. He couldn’t fathom the embarrassment that would follow if he were beaten up by four girls.

“Stop it, stop it, let me go… w-what do you want?” Harry whimpered as he finally found himself laid out submissively on his back at the feet of the four girls. And then, Monica, to his left, began to explain…

“Oh Harry… if only you could see your face… You’re in a big pile of poo now, aren’t you?” Monica smirked, and the boy swallowed hard again as the two younger girls giggled. They were enjoying this already, and they hadn’t even started yet.

“I told you, I didn’t see anything…” he whimpered, reiterating his defence. He even tried to use the old ‘sad puppy eyes’ trick on Monica. But no dice…

“We don’t care what you saw, dummy!” Monica shot back quickly, stamping her foot on the floor. “All that matters is, that you’re a BOY… and YOU, were spying on the girls… you perv!”

“Dirty boy! Dirty boy!” Amber joined in the teasing as she pretended to berate the boy at her feet, shaking her head from side to side and judgement. The boy was guilty… guilty-guilty-guilty!

“You d-don’t have any proof…” Harry retorted unconvincingly at Monica, believing himself to be able to overcome his situation. Not that he fully understood yet what the situation actually was.

“Oh really?” Monica asked, her lips curling up into a challenging smirk of defiance.

“Yeah… it’ll be your word against mine… I’ll get what… a detention, tops…” he offered, his self-confidence beginning to fill again. He was about to try and get up, but as he did, Clara pushed him back down using the sole of her school shoe to press down on his chest so that he lay fully on the floor again. “Hey! Stop it… let me go!” he whimpered, discomforted by the ‘power’ she transferred from her shoe to his chest, easily restraining him.

“Uh-uh,” Monica smirked again, wagging her finger like she was ticking off a small boy. “I do have proof… lots of it… You’re telling me, that after five years at this school, you never saw the security camera looking along the corridor? The very camera the school set up to prevent dirty little boys from trying to peek inside the girls’ locker room?”

“Wh-what?” he stammered, his face turning pale with guilt and defeat.

“Wow,” Jessica giggled, “he really is dumb… even for a boy!” Her twin giggled with her. Now the fun was really starting… a boy at their mercy. And a naughty boy at that.

“Oh yeah Harry, you better believe it,” Monica continued as she pressed home her advantage over the squirming boy. His predicament beginning to dawn on him. “So now, we’re going to negotiate the terms of your surrender…”

“Please… please don’t tell!” he mumbled weakly, unable to look any of the girls in the eye.

“Oh, we won’t tell…” Monica began calmly, about to play her hand. When she saw his face relax a little, it was exactly what she expected, and she took that moment to make the ‘killer blow…’ “So long as you get naked for us, and let us get a goooooooood long look at you…”

“B-b-but…” he began, his face turning from pale white, to nervous embarrassed crimson. “No way! You’re girls!”

“Hmmmmm, not so dumb after all?” Jessica giggled at his display of fear.

“Come on Harry… it’s only fair…” Monica said, staring deep into the boy’s eyes to get her message over. “You messed up your chance to spy on the girls… and so it’s only fair that to stop you getting into even MORE trouble, us girls are going to look at you… Naked!”

Harry gulped…

“Obey her!” Clara added, pressing down onto the boy’s chest with her shoe. “The sooner you get naked for us… the sooner we can look at you… and the sooner you can go…”

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When Harry’s ordeal was over, he struggled even harder with afternoon classes, hearing nothing in his mind but the four sisters giggling… seeing their faces… their cute… smug looking faces staring back at him as they watched him strip fully naked… socks too… The giggling got louder, the comments more humiliating as they stared at his boyish privates… his willy… his ball bag… everything he wished to keep secret!

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Later that evening, in the solace of his bedroom, he sat naked under the bedclothes… worried… ashamed… and somehow ‘turned on’ as his little hairless boner kept nagging at him. He recalled every detail in his mind over and over as each of them took their turn with him… All they wanted to do was look at him naked… That’s what they said…

At least that was all they wanted at first…

Echoing through his mind were thoughts of the demonically pretty girls… the Thompson sisters… Four of them with never ending giggles as they forced him to strip naked and then make fun of his immature little penis. He recalled the feelings of humiliation as they all looked at it… over and over.

Monica then escalated the boy’s ordeal, reminding Harry about the camera in the hall… Smirking with superiority over him, she gave him a choice… which of the girls was going to fondle his willy first… then second… third… and fourth… Two of them, the young twins having never touched a boy there before. Oh, they all took gleeful joy in humiliating him and serving their justice on the little pervert.

Then, the grand finale… One by one… from oldest to youngest… the Thompson sisters each took a turn to jerk him off. Up to then, he had no idea how to do that to himself, let alone have it done repeatedly by four girls… Each girl grabbing a close up of his defenceless little wiener on their phones as a keepsake.

In the safety of his bedroom, and the comfort of his bed clothes, Harry copied what the girls had done to him. For the first time, he jerked himself off… Several times actually… trying to overcome his naughty, tingly feelings. As shameful as he felt as a result of his lunchtime ordeal, he felt the strange, paradoxical tingly feelings in his privates and tummy… He liked the feeling… How could a boy feel so, ‘good,’ about something so horrible?

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The next day, there was another note in his locker…

‘L-block cloakroom at lunchtime… I have three friends that wanna see and play with you too… Be there, or the pictures of your little worm will be shared… Monica x…’

Resigned to his fate, he made his way to L-block that lunchtime along the corridor near the PE locker rooms. He looked high and low… With horror, he realised that there never was a security camera. Monica had tricked him and called his bluff since he didn’t know better… And in so doing, she had proven herself to be smarter... naturally!

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