The Village 4C

By TCP

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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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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 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.

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The fourth (and a bit more of a bit) chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip's world continues to spin out of control now the dominant girls have two boys to play with.

Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old... Known as 'Phillipa' during Club time.
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.

Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'

Josie Roberts - thirteen years old, and Stephen's sister.
Stephen Roberts - eleven years old, Josie's brother. Known as 'Stephanie' during Club time.

Alison and Elizabeth Knight - ten years old, and twin sisters.

Caroline Forbes-Marsh - thirteen years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.

Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.

Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.

Chapter 4C - History Class Continues...
Previously... in The Village...

"I can point the scar out on all of those pictures in the book I think... Miss Emma taught me a lot last night <blush>..." I offered, hoping that instead of pointing out my own genitals, I could demonstrate my knowledge using the pictures in the book, diverting attention away from me for a while as an added bonus.

"No, no, you don't understand silly..." Caroline smirked indignantly, amused with my innocent naivety. Suzanne was beside herself with joy for a reason about to be revealed to me. "We can't see where you're pointing if you use the pictures in the book, so we can't really see if you're looking in the right place or pointing to the right place either. No, what I want you to do is show us using Stephanie... examine his raphe with your fingers, point everything out and talk us through what you can see, and what you know... You may begin..."

Well there was a bombshell if ever there was one...

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I remained in my place for a few seconds as Caroline's words began to sink in and the enormity of my predicament became more clear. Broken down into the simplest denominator, she had just asked me to touch another boy's penis... There was a sinking feeling in my tummy, more so than having to take all my clothes off in front of the girls... I gulped...

"But... Miss Caroline... I..." I began quietly, looking with disbelief at her, then more in hope as I looked at Emma... I was hoping that she (at least) would try to get me out of this... It looked like she couldn't, my feelings of doom worsening as she seemed to smirk slightly and roll her eyes theatrically. So I looked back at Caroline... "But, he's a boy! I'd have to touch his... w-"

"But of course he's a boy..." Caroline giggled. "We've all established that... come on... show us his scar."

"Miss Caroline..." Stephanie joined in the protest. "Pl-please don't make him... I d-don't want him to touch me there... not a b-boy!"

"Can't I show you mine instead?" I asked Caroline with hope. "I mean... I'm a boy too and... well, I can't touch another boy's penis... that's being g-"

"Why ever not Phillipa?" Caroline asked more testily, quickly interrupting me and snipping my protests at the bud. She was losing patience with me. "He touched yours when you kissed him... so it's only fair isn't it?"

"But I thought he was a girl then! Please... I can't... I can't touch another boy... not there..."

"Please, no!!" Stephanie whined. "It's not fair!"

"Nonsense..." Caroline said, getting up out of her chair and moving across the hut to stand in front of me. She crouched down with purpose, looking down at my stiff little penis with amusement. I felt quite vulnerable in my 'sit' position and the leader of the Girls' Empire so close to me. She reached out her hand and gripped the shaft of my penis like she would hold a tennis racket... "It's just skin Phillipa... It's nothing special..." With that, her grip tightened quickly and I felt the growing pain...

<SQUEEZE>

"Arrrggghhhhh! Please, don't!" I winced.

"Will you do it? Or are we going to add to your punishment and get nasty?" Caroline said, her tone one of pride that she could so easily bring me pain through my vulnerable boy-genitals. <SQUEEZE... SQUEEZE...>

"Ahhh, ooouuuucchh! Please stop... Okay... okay, I'll do it... Miss Caroline... I'll do it... Owwww!"

As quickly as I agreed under duress like that, Caroline released her grip on my defenceless cock. I felt so relieved that I let out a deep breath in a lengthy gasp. It had been another reminder to me and all the girls watching, that a boy's penis was like a self destruct button that girls could use to their infinite advantage. Kind of a girl's 'nuclear solution' to make a boy obedient.

"Good boy... that's better!" Caroline said, her voice having returned to a normal cadence as she made her way back to the garden chair 'throne.' "Remember, it's only skin... it's just a penis... it's nothing special... Now do it!"

"Noooo... please don't make him touch me..." Stephanie whispered in horrified denial, resigned to our mutual fate. "Not there... oh god... oh god..."

I got up from my cushion and positioned myself at 'Stephanie's' side, my heart pulsing with anticipated fear and horror, my cheeks returning to a crimson state of embarrassment. Indeed, both of us boys were blushing scarlet as I approached him and I caught his eye line... He looked like he could cry again at any minute and I kind of empathised with him. I mouthed 'sorry' at him and then adopted what I considered to be my most professional and clinical state of mind...

'It's just skin Phillipa... you can do it... it's only a penis, it's nothing special... Oh god... he's a boy... it's his willy... you CAN'T do it... It's gay!!' my mind spun with emotion. 'Come on Phillipa.. just get it done... you obey girls now... you CAN do it... It will only get worse if you don't... and you wonder what it will feel like to touch another boy... don't you? Don't you?' I couldn't get Caroline's voice out of my head... 'Oh gosh... please forgive me Stephen...'

I moved closer in towards the other boy's side, as close as I dared without getting too close. I mean, I wasn't gay, and I didn't want anything I did to look gay either... I was doing this purely for the scientific advancement of the Club... Yes I know, I was actually doing it for the amusement and sexual thrill of the girls... but I had to rationalise things in my mind or I would never have moved off my cushion and Caroline would still have been squeezing my penis. Hard.

I tentatively reached out my hand, wondering where to actually start my task... I mean, how do you grab hold of another boy's private parts and show the girls his perineal raphe scar? Where would you start? Apart from having to touch another boy's privates, the other scary thing was I had to give a convincing commentary. If I didn't, I knew that the girls would only prolong the agony, and escalate the humiliation for both Stephen and I. My hand was shaking with nerves and anticipating the terrible act of making contact with another boy's penis... his actual cock... that part of him that was private...

Wavering, I retracted my hand before I touched him... I thought it best to begin with some dialogue... kind of thinking that I should build up slowly before actually having to touch his penis... or his ball bag...

"Errm... This... oh gosh," I stammered quietly like a fool. "I mean... Stephen is a boy... and-"

"His name is STEPHANIE... and we can see that he's a boy, you dumb bed wetting wanker!" Suzanne scoffed icily, repositioning herself to get a better view of us two boys, readying her camera. Oh god...

"Okay, okay sis..." Caroline giggled. "There you go again... You don't have to be so hard on the boys all the time you know? If you ever want to rule effectively over boys, then you need to learn when and how best to assert your natural authority over them. Come on, Phillipa is about to do something very brave for us... let's listen and watch... we're girls, not savages remember..."

"Grrrr!" Suzanne bristled, a little embarrassed at having been corrected by her older sister. "They're just boys..." she simmered quietly, almost under her breath.

"Please continue Phillipa," Caroline said, encouraging me with an insistent nod. "And speak up, deliver your presentation with confidence, like a girl... like Emma did..."

'Miss Emma... Miss Emma,' I thought, trying to give myself some confidence in this horrifying and humiliating set piece. I looked at Emma, seeking some reassurance and she smiled warmly at me and nodded her head for me to continue. She mouthed, 'go on' at me... So I did...

"Sorry Miss Caroline," I began more loudly, looking back towards the leader and taking a deep breath... "This is Stephanie... and he's a boy... Between his legs, he's just like me... He has a penis, here... and a ball bag called a scrotum... there." Diligently, I pointed at the other naked boy's crotch indicating the main apparatus for the benefit of the girls - not that they didn't know any of this already, but I had to start somewhere. And by pointing, I was kind of hoping that I wouldn't actually have to touch.

"Most boys don't realise it, but... n-nature starts every baby inside their mummy's tummy as a... girl... Every one of us ever born... I mean... each baby, starts out as a girl. Each tiny baby that starts to grow has identical looking p-private parts..." Gosh this was embarrassing enough... "We all look like girls d-down there... There's no... penis... and no balls either... I mean... t-testicles." My cheeks burned and the girls giggled quietly at my bumbling explanation, smirking at each other.

"After a few weeks, as the baby continues to grow, nature makes a choice for the baby... The best ones... the stronger ones, continue as g-girls... <blush> The weaker ones... Errrm... the imperfect ones... well, they turn into boys..." I hung my head in shame. I hated talking about the inferiorities of my gender like this in front of the girls, despite the feelings I had in my privates... I was wrestling with the notion that males were inferior... I really didn't want to believe it... But it seemed to be the case and the more I learned from the girls, the more I couldn't deny it.

"That's a good start Phillipa," Caroline praised me, obviously pleased that I was so convincing in what I was saying... speaking as though I believed it, even though it was clearly difficult for me to admit it all and say it. "So tell us about how a boy develops inside his mummy's tummy when nature has stopped him from being a girl?"

"Errrmm, Miss Caroline... everyone I mean... oh gosh..." It wasn't getting any easier... "When the decision is made by nature to make a boy, the private parts that would have been a girl's, start to change in order to make a penis and a ball bag... a sc-scrotum... If the baby had continued to be a girl, then the lips of her vagina... her la-labia, would fully grow... and sh-she would have a, clitoris..." I swallowed and found my mouth dry.

"But instead... on a boy... the lips of what would normally be her labia fuse together to make a boy's penis and scrotum... Errrm... and instead of a clitoris, the tip of a boy's penis... his glans, is formed... and it grows and grows until it looks like this..." With that, I pointed again, right at the tip of Stephanie's circumcised penis.

"Good boy..." Caroline praised again... "So tell us, what's left behind?"

"O-okay, errrmm, when the boy's private parts are formed, with the... <blush> or when the lips of what would become labia fuse together, it leaves behind a little scar... It's a mark that reminds boys that they were once going to be female... they were once going to be girls. But nature made us boys instead...<blush> We weren't good enough to be girls..."

"And what's it called?" Caroline asked brightly, enjoying my presentation like a keen young feminist would. "Show us the scar on Stephanie... come on... don't be shy... it's just skin remember..."

"Errrm... the scar is called a raphe... a peri-pe-erin... errrm..."

"A 'perineal raphe' Phillipa," she corrected me...

"Yes Miss Caroline... that's it... It's called a raphe..." An then I did it... I reached out and touched another boy's penis for the first time... My thumb and index finger gently grasped Stephen's shaft, about half way down, below his ribbon of enslavement...

"Ohhhggghh..." Stephen gasped as quietly as he could. Boy or girl, a hand other than his own still gave him some sensation obviously. I thought he was going to tense up and try to wriggle away from me, but to his credit he held still. His face crimson, his teeth gritted together. He didn't like it, or how it made him feel any more than I did...

His penis felt warm, soft and yet stiff at the same time, just like my own... a paradox of tactile sensations. As I lifted the penis higher a little bit, the bell attached to him gave a timid sounding 'tinkle.'

"All boys have a raphe, even though most probably don’t know what it’s called. M-mostly, boys and girls call the scar a 'seam' or a 'ridge...' Or just their 'scar.' On some boys, the scar is more visible and easier to spot than on others... Like what Emma showed us in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets earlier..."

With the index finger of my other hand, I steeled myself and reached out to place it on the front of Stephanie's scrotum... touching him softly there so as not to cause him distress.

"Nnngghh, ohhhh..." Stephanie sighed as my finger made contact with the finely furrowed skin of his ball sac. "Oh god... this is wrong..." he whispered to himself.

<click> went the camera shutter of the SLR around Suzanne's neck... More horrible pictures of me naked, only this time, touching another naked boy's penis. The sinking feeling in my stomach never faded.

"This thin line here, errrm... This is St-Stephanie's scar that proves that he was once a girl... But he turned into a boy, just like me..." I said nervously, beginning to run my finger gently along the little line of the raphe I was demonstrating.

"Nnnghghhhh..." Stephanie winced, the muscle at the base of his cock flexing suddenly, making his shaft pulse and lurch in my fingers.

'Oh god... he's going to hate me...' I thought...

"Errm... <blush> It can be quite sensitive on some boys... I know mine is... after Emma showed me last night..." I moved my fingertip back down to the base of Stephanie's scrotum, and I could feel how soft and velvety his skin felt.

"A boy's raphe extends down underneath the ball bag and back towards a boy's bum hole..." I explained, tracing my finger underneath and just behind Stephanie's ball sac, but not daring to venture too much further. The girls giggled at my use of the words 'bum hole.' I felt his crotch tense timidly, as though he were clenching his buttocks together... I guessed that he didn't want me touching his actual perineum or get any closer to his anus, any more than I wanted to.

'It's just skin... it's just skin... it's nothing special,' I said over and over in my mind, trying to keep my focus on other things.

"From his... bum hole, the raphe runs along his... perry-knee-um, onto his ball bag where we can see it here..." Again, I ran my finger up along the noticeable line. "It separates each side of the scrotum neatly. But the raphe doesn't end there..." And so my fingertip traced higher and higher, now touching and circling the base of Stephanie's penis...

"Nnngghh... Ohhhh..." Stephanie sighed softly again at the feeling of my hands on his penis. Again, the muscle within his sexual root flinched, making his shaft lilt a little within the grasp of my fingers and thumb...

<click> went the camera again, accompanied by Suzanne's quiet giggling at our expense.

"The scar on Stephanie is a little different from mine when it gets to his penis... It's not quite as noticeable, but it's there... where my finger is..." I ran my finger along the line up to where I was holding his penis with the thumb and index finger of my other hand. Stephanie was shaking nervously now... This was horrible for both of us... so humiliating.

"Right along the underside of his penis... like this..." I said, running my finger up and down over the little scar. "Instead of a vagina and clitoris, Stephanie was turned into a boy like me, and we grew a penis instead... this little scar, reminding us that boys were once girls... Every single one of us... It reminds us that to be a boy, is imperfect... and that girls were here first..." With that, I hung my head in shame again and let go of Stephanie's penis. "G-girls first... boys second..."

"Good boy! And now you know that the story of Adam and Eve is total bullshit... Eve was first, nature proves it one hundred percent..." Caroline beamed with excitement as I returned to my cushion and to my 'sit' position. "That was very well done Phillipa... Emma has such a positive influence on you I can see. One day, you'll be able to present just like a girl... I can see it now... I think Phillipa deserves a little clap for that presentation..." With that, she started a gentle round of applause, that all of the girls joined in, even Suzanne. I bit my lip with embarrassment, receiving praise was just as humiliating as getting told off under these circumstances. It still meant that all of the attention was on me...

"Okay, I think it's time that we got the punishments out of the way for the boys today," Caroline announced to the meeting. I gulped... I never looked forward to punishment. "Natasha... is your boy in need of punishment today?"

"No Caroline... Stephanie is only due rewards today..." Natasha smiled proudly.

"And what about your boy Emma?"

"Yes Caroline, as we know, I'm afraid Phillipa has been quite naughty today..." Emma replied softly looking at me. "He's very sorry I'm sure and-"

"I'm sure he is sorry..." Caroline interrupted quickly. "So what is the list of crimes that Phillipa needs punishing for today? I hope you've been keeping score!"

"Well," Emma began like a bank teller... Although she was fond of me, I was still 'just a boy,' and one that needed to be dealt with when required. "Phillipa earned punishment for being here without permission and reading magazines and scrapbooks without permission... Then he failed the inspection of his foreskin... much to my surprise I have to say... I did clean him and-"

"Very good Emma, I'm sure you did," Caroline interrupted again. "But you know boys... they attract dirt all the time... all over their bodies... It needs the superior skills of girls to show boys the error of their ways, and help them to keep nice and clean like a girl... But anyway... I haven't forgotten that Phillipa was also caught sitting in MY chair... And that's worst of all... so taking everything else into account..."

There was a pause while Caroline theatrically started to count in her head, using her fingers to gesticulate and show that she was adding up my punishment tally...

"Let me see... hmmm..." she said quietly, calculating it all with girlish precision. "Okay, I'll take into account that Phillipa apologised for all of his misdoings today... but I still think a spanking with the slipper is needed... right here and now in front of the girls."

"Oh gosh," I gasped in fear, nearly losing balance in my 'sit' position.

"Go and fetch the slipper off the shelf Phillipa and bring it to me..." Caroline commanded. "Come on, chop, chop!"

With a heavy heart of further doom, I got up from my cushion and walked solemnly over to the toy chest that I had moved earlier in order to reach the first of the scrapbooks I found. It was humiliating that I knew everyone could see everything I had (penis, ball sac and bottom) as I climbed up onto the toy chest to retrieve the slipper from the shelf... The picture in the Big Book of Boy Secrets was still prevalent in my mind having not really previously thought that so much of my private 'stuff' was visible when looking at me (a boy) from behind.

The faded pink and dusty looking ladies slipper in hand, I climbed down from the wooden toy chest and made my way back over to where Caroline was sat on her 'throne.' The feeling of bare feet padding on the floor of the Club hut enhancing my feelings of nudity, the humiliating feeling of my rigid little hairless penis waggling helplessly from side to side as I walked in full view of the girls.

Aware of Caroline looking at my privates as I approached her, I tentatively held out my hand, offering her the pink slipper... After a few seconds pause, Caroline reached out and took the slipper from me and then looked up into my eyes...

"As you know, naughty boys are punished on all fours in this Club Phillipa... So I want you to go over to the other toy chest, and kneel down on all fours... You may kneel on your cushion, but be sure to grip each side firmly to support you... It's a long way down to the floor... It's time for you to learn today's lesson about naughty boys... hmmm?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline... I'm sorry..." I replied quietly. I was hoping that by getting another apology across to her early might spare me some of the pain I was dreading that was to follow.

"We know you're sorry dimwit..." she smiled ironically at me. "But a spanking is what you've earned, so you'll learn the lesson today no matter how much you apologise... Go on, get over there and bare yourself ready!"

I gulped and closed my eyes, wishing myself away from the prospect of pain and further humiliation, but I turned about face and moved to position myself on the top of the relevant wooden toy chest as instructed. The effects of the cola drink I had been given were starting to take effect by now, and my legs and arms felt a little achy and heavier than usual.

I gripped the corners of the toy chest as I leaned forward, knees apart on my cushion on top of it slightly to maintain my balance. I was aware that by doing so, it pushed my buttocks out at the back making for an easy target for a confident girl and her slipper. Head down in my thoughts, I heard Caroline come up behind me...

"Phillipa, I have decided that today, if for no other reason than you, a boy, having the cheek to sit in the throne of the Langton Magna Girls' Club leader, that I will administer your punishment myself. As the leader of this girls' club, I am the one who has been offended most by your boyish, naughty antics. You agree that naughty boys need to be punished by a girl, and you agree that it is only fair that the other girls get to watch, don't you?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline... I'm sorry I upset you..." I replied, my voice wavering a little. "I'm sorry I did wrong and upset all of the girls too..." I closed my eyes, already anticipating the feeling of that slipper striking my vulnerable bottom.

"After each stroke, I want you to do nothing more than acknowledge your place in this Club by saying 'girls rule...' Understand?"

"Yes Miss Caroline..." I tensed, anticipating the worst. "Oh gosh," I whispered to myself, my buttocks clenching together, my teeth gritted together.

<click> the sound of Suzanne's sodding camera again...

"This is how naughty boys learn their lesson... and it will hurt..." Caroline said, reminding me chillingly of my first spanking all those days ago at the hands of Miss Bingley in the Village Hall... "Remember, 'girls, rule...' Be a brave little girl for me, and hold tight!" she encouraged me with some menace in her voice, kind of like she was teasing me. My buttocks still clenched, my penis flinched at her description of me being a 'little girl' who needed to be brave. I really didn't want to be spanked, especially by a girl, or anyone. But spanked I was about to be. Worst of all, I didn't want to cry... but I knew I would.

THWACK! The first spank struck me... just to the side of my right buttock.

"Ngggghhhh... Owww! GIRLS RULE!" I managed to grunt, having to stop myself from falling forward onto the chest. My whole bottom seemed to wobble as I clenched harder in protest. I resisted the need to reach back and rub my buttock. It was more of the shock of the first spank than the pain. I knew it wouldn't last.

"Good boy... that was your warm up..." Caroline sneered. "Naughty boys who sit in the leader's chair and trespass in the Club house without permission need to be punished... don't they?"

"Yes Miss Caroline... oh gosh," I whimpered, readying myself for the next, my bottom swaying from one side to the other as I readjusted my position. "I'm s-sorry!"

THWACK! The second spank with the slipper hit my right buttock more centrally this time, and a lot harder...

"Arrrghh... that hurt! GIRLS RULE!" again I called out more loudly, and feeling the need to gasp with the spreading pain in my bottom. I could feel my buttock begin to blush with the crimson colouring that the spanking promised. "Oww!"

"And with a dirty foreskin like a lazy little boy... in need of a girl, to show him how to keep himself clean... Are you sorry?"

<click> went the camera.

THWACK! A third strike, the hardest yet, assaulting my left buttock and making me jerk forwards once more. I thought for a moment I was going to fall head first off the top of the chest.

"Owwww! GIRLS RULE!! Miss Caroline... yes... I'm ssss-sorry..." I wailed, really feeling the warm, agonising pain beginning to spread more thoroughly through my bottom. Suddenly, I thought I needed to go for a pee. My eyes were closed tight, feeling the first welling of tears beginning to form. I was going to cry already.

'Please don't let me cry... please don't let me cry,' I implored myself in thought. 'Don't let her beat you... not again... But we're the weaker sex... girls are better... Be brave... be a brave little girl... Damn it... you're a boy! Don't let the girls win! Don't let them see you cry again...'

"Will you try harder to keep yourself clean, like a girl?"

THWACK! Jesus that hurt... another one on my left buttock, right where the previous one landed.

"Nnngghhhh, ohhhhwwwww! Please!! It hurts... GIRLS RULE Miss Caroline... I'm sorry!" I gabbled weakly as Caroline continued her onslaught against me. The first of my tears leaked from my eyes, crested my cheek and fell to the top of the toy chest. <sob> "I'll be as clean as a girl, I promise..."

"And you will accept that any girl from the Club will give you your bath each night from now on? Without silly protests? Hmmm?"

"Yes Miss Caroline... <sob> I will... I'll be as clean as a girl, I promise!" I cried helplessly on auto-pilot, tears streaming down my cheeks completing my humiliation as I awaited the next spank. A girl had made me cry again. I felt so weak and stupid and vulnerable. Beaten and inferior... but my willy was still so stiff... I couldn't understand it.

THWACK! THWACK! Crikey, two together, one on each cheek of my bottom before I had chance to call out...

"OWwwwwwww! Arrghhh... <sob> GIRLS RULE!" I cried again. "Please... I'm sorry... I'll be good... <sob> I'll obey... girls rule, girls rule!! <sob>"

"Good girl... you're starting to learn your lesson... I'm not even hitting as hard as I can, but you're already crying like a little baby..." With that, her free hand rubbed over first my left buttock, then my second, making my body tense at the different sensation. I felt her hand reach between my legs and touch my penis... pulling the little erection down a little and then letting it bounce freely back upward. "<giggle> And stiff as a board... Phillipa White enjoys getting a spanking from a girl... <giggle> as much as we enjoy doing to a boy... You really do enjoy being one of our nudie slave boys, don't you?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline, <sob> oh, please stop hitting me... it hurts, it hurts!" I whimpered pathetically.

THWACK! Another stinging strike, this time between my right buttock and right upper thigh... I could only imagine what Stephanie was thinking as he watched a 'fellow boy' take his spanking like I was, and then what the other girls must have been thinking too... Smirking and all tingly no doubt with their own feelings of sexual excitement at witnessing my humiliating, but deserved punishment. A boy getting a spanking from a girl, and one showing such a confident level of physical domination over him.

I would quickly learn from watching later events and punishments of other boys, that several of the girls openly rubbed themselves between their legs as scenes played out in the Club meetings. Whilst some of the girls waited until the boys left, or even until they got home.

"Nngggghhhhh! Owwwwwww! GIRLS RULE... <sob>" I called out with helpless pain, the fingers of my hands turning white as I gripped the top edges of the toy chest to maintain my balance.

"And you will ensure that it WON'T ever happen again, won't you Phillipa?"

THWACK!

"Nnggghh... GIRLS RULE! Ohh yes... I promise!" I called out with a gasp as the next strike hit my left side between lower buttock and upper thigh. It stung me badly and I continued to cry. "I promise... I'll be clean, I will... I won't come here without permission again... I promise <sob> Please stop hitting me..."

"And you WON'T sit in my chair ever again, will you?"

THWACK! THWACK! Shit, another doubler...

"Ohhhhhhhhhwwwww, please stop! GIRLS RULE! <sob... whimper> I promise... I w-won't sit in your chair... I promise to be good... <sob> please stop!"

"Good girl..." Caroline praised me calmly. "And why won't you ever sit in my chair?"

THWACK!

"Arrrrgghhh... GIRLS RULE! <sob> Because... girls rule Miss Caroline..." I cried, repeatedly clenching my buttocks to try and manage my pain. "The chair belongs to you... or another girl... never for a boy <sob>... Girls are better!! <sob> I'm ssss-sorry... I'll be good..."

"Okay... stand up on top of the chest Phillipa..." Caroline ordered curtly. "And turn round to face the girls..."

'Oh god, oh god... thank god... it's over...' I thought tearfully, as I gingerly stood up on top of the toy chest, feeling a little giddy from the pain of the spanking, as well as feeling the heaviness of my drugged limbs. As I fought hard to try and control the tears of my crying, I braced myself for the next humiliation and turned round slowly to face the spectating girls, and 'Stephanie,' the other naked boy.

As you can imagine, it wasn't quite over... It never really was... My humiliation was just as torrid as it had ever been. The girls could all see that I was crying like a little boy, and of course I was still naked in front of all of those clothed girls all staring at me after watching me get spanked like a little boy... And my hairless little erection betrayed me... like a little boy...

Through the tears and the pain, the little nudie boy standing on top of the toy chest in front of them had 'enjoyed' it all... My stiff little penis confirmed it to them... Just like always.

I wiped my tears away and quietly sobbed, wishing I could cover my privates. I felt so small and weak and beaten. This is what it felt like to lose the battle of the sexes and pay the forfeits of such defeat. This is what it felt like to submit to the authority of girls... and acknowledge their superiority over me, and all the other boys around the world. To surrender to their young feminism. Right then, feeling 'good' was very far from my mind. I was very contrite.

<click> went the camera, and through my tears, I could see Suzanne's face emerge from behind her SLR, smirking victoriously at me as I sobbed openly.

'Why is she so horrible to me? Why does she hate boys so much?' I thought fleetingly, waiting for Caroline to start into me again. The pain in my buttocks longed for some soothing, so as I stood there, shifting from foot to foot, my hands automatically went to rub my buttocks... anything to try and calm my pain. They were aflame, lord only knows what shades of crimson and deep pink they were. Only the girls, and 'Stephanie' knew... until those pictures got developed and added to my scrapbook.

"Stop it Phillipa..." Caroline commanded sharply. "Naughty little boys aren't allowed to rub their bottoms after their spanking... hands on your head and we'll finish your punishment for today..."

"Ohhhhhh gosh..." I sobbed quietly to myself, wiping another tear from my cheek as I complied with the instruction, my hands moving to rest on top of my head. I looked so submissive... Emma later described me as looking 'cute.' As I stood as still as a naked boy statue on top of that toy chest at eleven years of age, I regretted being a boy... possessing those little badges of masculinity that made me feel so inferior and ashamed to be a boy whenever I attended the Club. It was stiff... tingly... and I couldn't stop it from flexing and bobbing around all by itself. My pre-pubescent boy sex was beyond my control.

"Good girl..." Caroline said demurely, clearly ogling my boy genitals so obviously in surrender and salute to her. "That's better... It's not really a meaningful punishment unless you cry away all of your guilt in front of those you wronged... especially if they are of the opposite sex!! But the spanking is over now... All you need to do is tell the girls how sorry you are for all the different things you did wrong today... and remind us one last time why the chair is girls only..."

I fought hard against my better judgment and kept my teary eyes open as I looked around from girl to girl, and at 'Stephanie...' His little circumcised penis still as stiff as my own, saluting back at me, beyond his control too... I sniffled as I saw all those girls looking at me... right at you know where. Some smiling with victory, and no doubt feeling glad that they were girls, and some with emotionless contempt. Emma, my cherished love... well, she was the only one looking into my eyes... She nodded 'go on' to me in encouragement.

"I'm s-sorry everyone..." I began softly, sounding almost like a real girl in my pre-pubescent state. "F-for being in the hut earlier without permission... I'm <sniffle> sorry for looking at the magazines and the scrapbook when I shouldn't... I'm errr... <sniffle> sorry for being a dirty little boy around my thing... I promise to do better and be as... <sniffle> clean as a girl... I promise I will."

"And the chair?" Caroline teased.

"I'm sorry for sitting in the chair Miss Caroline... It's for girls only... because..." I paused, trying to think of something that would be appropriate and satisfactory to the girls to show that I was learning steadily what a boy's position was in the Club. And then I remembered the stinging in my bottom... and what I had to say after each spank with the cruel slipper... "Because girls rule... and boys obey..." <blush> "And because boys... <sniffle> boys are inferior in every way..."

"Good girl Phillipa," Caroline beamed with pride at me, approaching closer to me again on my 'perch.' "The girls accept that you are sorry and that you will try harder to be a good girl in everything that you do... Here, take the slipper and put it back where you found it, then return to the floor next to 'Stephanie...' Stand in 'welcome' position... You too 'Stephanie...' Time for some exercise..."

I felt very sorry for myself. Forlorn, I took hold of that devilish slipper and obediently returned it to it's position on the shelf. I have to tell you that climbing down from that wooden toy chest was agony as the skin of my buttocks and upper thighs were creased and stretched taut by my movements. I gasped with aching pains in my limbs as a result of the drink, and also the crimson evidence of my seared bum cheeks. I must have looked a sorry, pitiful sight.

Resuming my position on my cushion finally, standing next to 'Stephanie,' both of us naked boys stood with our hands at our sides. I knew by now that the next humiliation was not far away, and I would imagine that Stephanie also felt the same considering his greater experience as a junior member of the Club.

"Natasha... what have you in mind today for our nudie slave boys?" Caroline asked, indicating that her deputy should take the lead role for this next item on their agenda...

"I have a few games we can play today," Natasha smiled warmly, taking her place in front of us two naked boys. "It's important for slave boys to get plenty of exercise to stop them from becoming lazier than they already are... and to keep them in tip top condition... You never know when we might want to show off how obedient they are to other girls <giggle>. But first, I think you two need a warm up... Are you ready boys?"

"Y-yes Miss Natasha," Stephanie replied, more alert now somehow. I followed suit and confirmed that I was ready as well.

"Good... I want you to do twenty jumps on the spot, like this..." she said, lightly jumping up and down on the spot, her outstretched arms at the side moving up and down in time with the jump as her feet jumped first together, then apart, then together again. I guess they were like 'star jumps...' "Twenty of those... your turn... show the girls how active and fit you are... After three... one, two, three... go!"

Well this was novel... As Stephanie and I began to jump up and down on the spot, arms going up and down in time with each jump, I wasn't really sure what the point of it was... I obediently jumped up and down the first couple of times, trying to get my feet apart with the first jump, then bringing them back together with the second jump. Yes, they were 'star jumps.'

<click... click...> went the shutter on Suzanne's camera... And then the chorus of giggling began amongst the girls as they watched us. They were covering their mouths with glee, stifling their laughter as they all stared at our bare naked penises.. And then it started to dawn on me why two naked boys had been instructed to perform star jumps next to each other like that... It was so the girls could laugh at us... sniggering as they watched the weaker sex...

<tinkle... tinkle... tinkle...> the little bell attached to Stephanie's 'ribbon of enslavement,' itself tied neatly around his penis was jingling repeatedly as he jumped up and down...

'Oh my god... oh my god...' I thought, blushing scarlet as I looked over at Stephanie and down to where the tinkling, ringing sound was coming from... His little hairless, circumcised erection was bouncing up and down and waggling from side to side as he jumped on the spot in front of the girls... 'The girls are laughing at his thing...' I bit my lip as I continued to jump, feeling the up and down bouncing of my own penis... 'And if they're laughing at his penis, then...'

At that point, I looked down at my own crotch, my equally pre-pubescent young penis bobbing and waggling helplessly from my hairless crotch as I jumped in time with my colleague...

'Then they're laughing at my penis too... <blush> Oh god... this is so humiliating...' I continued to muse with shame and distress. 'Girls are laughing at my willy... they think it's funny... they think I look funny... they're laughing at my weakness... It's better to be a girl <blush>... girls are better than boys...'

"That's it boys..." Natasha encouraged between giggles. "Nice and high... yay!" I felt so self conscious of my private parts, I was powerless to stop them making me look foolish as I jumped obediently on the spot next to another boy. If it wasn't heartbreaking enough to have so many girls laughing at your penis like that as you performed naked star jumps in front of them, then imagine how small and insignificant I felt as I saw my sweetheart, Emma, giggling at both my privates, and those of the other boy next to me as we jumped in time with each other.

<jump... tinkle... jump... tinkle...>

'Emma... please don't look... <blush> not there... Oh god, noooo! Girls are better than boys... Please don't laugh at me... not at my willy... She knows penises are funny looking... and mine belongs to her... she's a girl... she's better than me... she has a vagina...'

<jump... tinkle... jump... tinkle...> Stephanie's little bell continued to humiliate him as he star jumped next to me, our little erections waggling out in front of us between our legs, unable to stop this debasement. For one moment (maybe two), I wished I was a girl... None of this would have been happening to me if I didn't have a penis between my legs...

'If only I was a girl... with a vulva, a vagina and a clitoris... If only I wasn't born to be a nudie slave boy... Why did you have to make me a boy?' I lamented, coming to the end of the twenty star jumps in front of the grinning girls.

"Eighteen... nineteen... twenty!" Anita called out gleefully clapping her hands in front of her like it was the most exciting and funny thing she had ever seen.

"And stop!" Natasha called out, equally thrilled at the boy shaming that had just occurred. "Well done boys... that was <giggle> kind of impressive... You looked so cute... And it was good to see you put more effort into your jumps this time Stephanie... enough to make your little bell ring... that was adorable..." she grinned at my partner of suffering.

"Th-thank you Miss Natasha," he said. It was obvious to me that this wasn't the first time that the girls had witnessed poor Stephanie performing star jumps like that. It was however, the first time they had seen both Stephanie and I perform them together... I later learned from Emma that the girls loved making naked boys jump around like that... confirming my worst suspicions that the sight of a boy's willy, flopping and waggling around while he exercised was a visual treat for them that they often talked and reminisced about during 'girl only' time. Now they had two boys performing side by side, doubling their fun, and doubling our boyish shame.

'God... my arms and legs ache quite a bit... I must be out of shape...' I thought innocently, pushing thoughts of my humiliating star jumps out of my mind as best I could. 'I always feel tired here... This Girls' Club really must be hard on us boys...'

"Right then," Natasha began again, re-focussing my attention on her. She stood with her hands planted on her hips, like a school mistress addressing her PE class. One knee was bent slightly and the heel of her left black and green training shoe was raised off the floor. My eyes wandered up from the floor and were caught by the tied up t-shirt that left her cute looking navel on display for my eyes. I swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to inspect a girl like they inspected boys... I wanted to kiss her navel... and smell what she was like...

'No, it's Emma you like dummy,' I chastised myself. 'She'll cut your balls off if you so much as look at another girl wrong...' I gulped. Temptation for a boy, even a naked one, was all around the hut.

"I think it's time we found out which boy is really the weakest member of the club..." Natasha continued. "Let's see which boy is the strongest at arm-wrestling!" With that, the girls arranged one of the wooden toy chests into the middle of the hut, while Stephanie and I moved our cushions either side of it. Neither of us protested... there wasn't any point... And how bad could arm-wrestling another boy be?

Stephanie and I kneeled down on our respective cushions and readied ourselves for battle. Neither of us dared look at each other, we were too embarrassed, and shy after everything that had happened so far... We'd kissed each other... we'd touched each other's privates... we'd done nudie star jumps together... he'd watched me get spanked by a girl with a slipper... This shouldn't have been happening to boys... but it was. This was what happened when girls were in charge... and we couldn't stop them.

"Is there a forfeit for the boy who loses against another boy?" Suzanne asked brightly, ever a stickler for rules and regulations and how they impact on the junior, 'boy members' of the Club.

"Oh, I'm not-" Natasha started... but then,

"Yes there is Suzanne," Caroline interrupted. "The loser, has to ask the winner for a kiss... like he would if he asked a girl... just like Phillipa did with Josie and Stephanie earlier..."

"Oh yummy!" Josie squealed. "I can't wait to see two boys kissing again!"

"Wh-what?" Stephanie and I seemed to gasp in unison. This couldn't be... It was one thing to ask 'Stephanie' to kiss me when I thought I was going to be kissing a girl... The panic filled my mind... how could I possibly kiss another boy now I knew he was definitely a boy? Briefly I thought that it would all be okay if I won... but then I thought again...

'Shit! Even if I win, I lose... I'd still have to kiss him... It's just that he'd have to ask me... and I'd have to... touch his... WILLY... again... Oh god... please no!!' So you can imagine... the turmoil in my mind was working overtime... Was it better to win, or to lose this arm-wrestling match? 'You have to win... you have to win Phillipa... PHILLIP darn it! You're a boy... it's just skin... it's just skin...'

"Please don't make me... I want to go home!" Stephanie whined, holding his head in his hands. I felt sorry for him. He was really struggling with all this. More so than me, and even I thought it was horrid at times. But the only choice we had was to obey the girls, or run away... The uncertainty of running away, not just from the Club, but from the Village too was fraught with what might happen. Where would we actually go? Who would we tell? Would we actually be able to tell and be believed? What would happen when we got caught and brought back here? Would it be even worse than it was?

"Don't be a little cry-baby," Suzanne teased. "You and Phillipa are going to arm-wrestle... then the loser is going to ask the winner for a nice, girly kiss... right on the mouth... And the loser <giggle> is going to tell the winner that it's okay to touch their goolies!"

Anita smirked at Suzanne's detailed description of what would happen to the loser, and for the boy who lost 'slightly less,' rather ironically referred to as 'the winner...'

As Suzanne finished teasing us, Stephanie's eyes locked on mine and through his shame and anger, I could see that he wanted to win too. If nothing else, so as not to be deemed the weakest member of the Club... there was something to fight for after all. He sneered at me... There was no Boys' Rebel Alliance... At this point it was as though it was every boy for himself against the tidal wave of the united Girls' Empire.

I realise now that part of the girls' plan for us (whenever there were multiple boys in the past or in the future) was to 'divide and conquer...' Competitiveness and in-fighting between boys was one of our biggest downfalls... We'd spend too much time arguing and asserting ourselves over other members of our own sex, while the teamwork and organisation of the girls meant we were always in their wake.

'I have a bad feeling about this,' I heard Han Solo lament in my mind.

"Boys... present arms..." Natasha announced, calling us both to our starting battle positions. I placed my right elbow on top of the toy chest and clenched my fist... I mean yeah, this was a challenge and I didn't want to lose and be the weakest. I would manage the aftermath when I had to... For now, there was a contest to win. Stephen placed his arm on top of the toy chest soon after and we locked hands, waiting for the signal to start our next 'dance' supervised by the girls.

"Okay... three... two... one..." Natasha counted down slowly and with dramatic pauses between the numbers... "GO!"

Gripping tightly onto each other's hand, Stephen and I started slowly, assessing the strength or lack of strength of our opponent. It was difficult to tell if I was stronger or not in the early stages of the bout. After about fifteen seconds of both us gripping and trying to get the measure of the other, Natasha started to encourage Stephanie.

"Come on Stephanie... see if you can beat another boy at least..."

Then Emma encouraged me...

"You can do it Phillipa... beat him... don't be the weakest... use the Force!"

Well, us two boys were the same age and pretty much the same size, but I made my move first... After around thirty seconds, I managed to take a slight lead, moving his arm back a couple of inches to the 10 o'clock position. Stephen tried to push me back with a quick, powerful burst, but I was able to hold him without him making any ground of recovery. His face crumpled with surprise and realisation that he was more than likely going to lose.

<click> went Suzanne's camera, capturing the gladiatorial battle between two naked boys arm-wrestling in the Girls' Club.

"Grrrrrrr..." Stephen grizzled with effort as he tried to move my hand and reverse the match in his favour. Judging the pace of his breathing, I pushed harder when he breathed out and his hand slowly sunk to the top of the toy chest...

<thud> it sounded as I forced his hand to touch down... He was beaten, and I had won the game... I didn't want to celebrate as in actual fact, both of us boys were losers... It was just that I wasn't the weakest boy in the Club. Stephen was crestfallen. Again, I felt for him as I let his hand go...

"Ha-ha! Stephanie's the weakest... Stephanie's the weakest!" Suzanne teased him, capturing his humiliated expression with her camera. <click>

"Please don't make me... please... I'll do anything..." Stephanie winced, cowering from the teasing he was being given. "I don't want to kiss boys... I like girls... please make me kiss a girl instead... Please..."

"That's the forfeit Stephanie..." Caroline announced with final judgement. "Now come on boys... stand up here in front of me, it's time for Stephanie to pay the price of defeat..."

Shaking with nerves, I was actually the one who stood up first and readied myself for this next humiliation.

'It's just skin... It's just skin... it's just a kiss... Nothing you haven't done already...' I thought passively, trying to convince myself it would be okay... 'The Force will be with you... always,' I heard Obi Wan Kenobi say as though I were Luke Skywalker in the X-Wing fighter, about to destroy the Death Star... It was that kind of courage I needed... that kind of role model to help me get through this... 'Use the Force, fly-boy...' I heard Emma in my mind too...

Stephanie faced opposite me, looking totally humiliated and forlorn. I don't think he could believe any of this was actually happening, but it was.

"Go on Stephanie... ask him..." Suzanne smirked, revelling in the suffering of the two erect, naked boys in front of her... "Pretend he's a girl..."

"Errrm... Ph-Phillipa..." he began hoarsely, his voice wavering and his face turning crimson. "I'm a nudie slave boy, Miss Phillipa... pl-please let me... kiss you... And please fondle... oh god... <gasp> please fondle, my little boy cock as much as you want..."

I can't tell you how embarrassed I was on behalf of the other boy, watching him struggle to get the words out that would seal his doom... and hearing him say them... I blushed as hard as he did... This was proper turmoil...

"Okay..." I whispered softly, leaning forward to await the kiss from another boy, placing my hands on his shoulders. My heart was racing inside my chest, not with sexual arousal (I don't think), but more the adrenalin of the situation facing me... the sinking feeling in my tummy for what both of us boys were being put through now. The girls were playing such wicked games with us... because they could.

I closed my eyes and waited a couple of precious seconds until I felt it begin... 'Stephanie' had moved forwards, put his hands on my shoulders in reply, and planted his lips onto mine. I heard the younger girls squeal with glee as we began to kiss... It was a tender, gentle, welcome kiss... just a peck... lasting barely a second... Followed by a second... and a third... before we finally stayed together... his lips pressed to mine.

<click... click...> went the camera...

"A proper kiss... come on... that's it..." Caroline encouraged, clapping her hands to gain our attention. "Like a girl kisses a boy... open your mouths... It's nothing you haven't done before..."

And so, as my breathing deepened, I gasped and tentatively pushed my parted lips to 'Stephanie's' mouth, feeling the nervousness of the other boy slowly ebb away. After three or four seconds, he relented and parted his lips too... We were now kissing, 'properly,' like a girl and a boy would.

'Oh gosh, I'm kissing a boy...' I thought with horror as our mouths pressed together, our lips rubbing over each other's, and the kiss deepened. 'I'm a boy... and I'm kissing another boy... on the mouth... oh god... why don't I just run away and hide? Mmmm... he's still minty... oh gosh... this feels... strange... not like it should...'

"Touch him," Caroline added, turning the screw to make sure we both complied with our respective parts of the forfeit. "Pretend you're a girl Phillipa, claim your reward for victory... touch his little cock... he's your nudie slave boy... he asked you to..."

"Make his little willy-bell ring!" Anita added with a girlish giggle.

With very great reluctance and the fear of yet another hard slippering from the leader of the Club, I reached down with my right hand and made contact with the shaft of 'Stephanie's' penis. Both of us gasped through the kiss, our lips parting to enable us to breath...

"Uggghhhh, ohhhh..." Stephanie grunted through his breath as I circled my fingers around his little erection... The little bell tinkled as I took hold... "Noooo... please... this shouldn't be happening..." he whispered. "Ohhhh, you mustn't..."

"Kiss the girl Stephanie..." Suzanne commanded. "Or we'll get the slipper back out..."
With those words, Stephanie relented again as I gently massaged the shaft of his erection... He pressed his mouth to mine once more and began kissing me again, obviously not wanting a spanking any more than I did.

"Mmmmggghhh," I sighed with torment through the joining of our lips. I wasn't masturbating the other boy, but my hand travelled up and down the shaft of his penis, occasionally down onto his scrotum as the girls watched me. Although I couldn't see, I could feel the dainty and delicate little furrows of the skin that formed his ball bag... I felt the resistant bulges of the little testicles inside as my fingers briefly scurried over his sac.

To my shame, my own erection tingled as I fondled the other boy... I hated it, but I was getting used to it. And I couldn't explain the sexual feelings I had... It was Emma I wanted... I was yet to fully learn or understand that any sexual activity, is actual sexual activity for a boy about to start his pubescence. Anything like this would get a 'positive' reaction in my penis... That, and the ingredients of that Cola drink rendered me horny for hours.

I felt him grip my shoulders more tightly as we kissed, as my fingers snaked along the shaft of his cock.

"Tongues..." Caroline instructed.

"Oh yummy!" Josie added with glee. "Two little nudie boys doing a big long French kiss... Mmmmm! It looks soooo cute!"

And thereafter, 'Stephanie' ran the tip of his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. Although he was a reluctant kisser (like me), he wasted no time in playing with my tongue inside my own mouth... It felt surreal... all I could do was pretend to be a girl... I tried to pretend that Stephanie was a girl too, but of course, girls don't have penises... so I resolved to be the one that felt like a girl as I fondled him. Just this once...

'I'm a girl...' I thought, desperate to convince myself. 'I'm a nudie girl... I'm kissing a boy and feeling his willy... this is what it feels like for a girl to kiss a boy... Mmmmm, all tingly... and his willy feels so soft and hard all at the same time... oh god! This is insane!'

<rub... rub...> My fingertips worked over the glans of his cock for the first time... He really did feel different from me, especially there. After all, Stephen was circumcised. There was no foreskin. I gently gripped it, and rolled it in between my thumb and fingers... blindly recognising the sensitive ridge that formed the corona at the rear of his little bulbous glans.

<kiss... rub... smooch... rub... kiss...> He gasped at my touch, and I gasped when he gasped. I was becoming lost to my auto-pilot reflexes... trying hard to convince myself that I was a girl kissing a boy, and touching him, and it all being totally normal.

<rub... rub... rub> My fingers moved back down the shaft of his penis and gripped him gently about half way down, just below the little ribbon.

<smooch... kiss... swirl...> Our tongues were duelling inside my mouth... I was letting him win at tongue tennis as I carefully shook his penis a little... making the bell ring...

<tinkle... tinkle... tinkle>

"Mmmmggghhh!" Stephanie winced, hearing the sound of the bell and feeling me waggle his penis up and down like that. The kiss quickly ended, both of us coming to our senses and stepping back from each other. The kiss had lasted about a minute or so...

As soon as we parted, I wiped my mouth with my arm and saw 'Stephanie' wipe his too with the back of his hand. I knew it was 'horrible' to kiss another boy under those circumstances... I wasn't sure what the most humiliating thing about it was... actually obeying a girl and kissing another boy while touching his cock, or the fact that I didn't find it as bad as I thought it was going to be... I was still alive... the world hadn't ended... My penis was still stiff and in need.

"Yay, well done, both of you..." Caroline beamed with victory. "There now, for a forfeit, that wasn't too bad was it, hmmm?" Both of us remained silent, barely able to look at each other, such was our shame. "You enjoyed that didn't you Phillipa?"

"I don't like to kiss boys Miss Caroline..." I protested quickly, eager to make my point... "I prefer to kiss girls... I prefer to kiss Miss Emma."

"But your willy... look at it... you're so stiff... that must mean you like it really... Tell the Club how much you enjoyed kissing Stephanie... come on..."

I blushed scarlet... would this madness never end? What choice did I have...

"I errm... enjoyed kissing... St-Stephanie... Miss Caroline..." I replied coyly.

"And you Stephanie, you liked that a lot I can see... I even heard your little bell ringing between your legs... I bet you nearly had a naughty little boy dry cum didn't you? Hmmmm? Thank Phillipa for kissing you and for ringing your bell..."

"Th-thank you Phillipa for kissing me," Stephanie began quietly, timid as a mouse. "And for making my... bell, ring..."

"And look into his eyes and say how much you enjoyed kissing with him..." Caroline added, ever driving up the level of humiliation.

"Oh gosh," he blushed scarlet, trying to find the courage to look at me. He bit his lip, and then with forlorn resignation, looked into my eyes and quietly concluded, "I enjoyed kissing with you... Phillipa..."

"So, now we know that Stephanie is the weakest member of the Club, it's time to see if boys are still the weaker sex overall..." Natasha announced, making sure that the Club was fully aware of what was going to happen next. "We don't have time for the two boys to arm-wrestle against every girl today, so here's what's going to happen. Stephanie being the weakest boy, will go up against the youngest girl, who today is Anita... Then, we'll see if Phillipa can finally beat a real girl..."

"I beat him before, and I'm gonna beat his pants off again!" Anita chimed in, before realising the irony of her comment. "Oh silly me... he's already nude <giggle>..." To finish, she held her arm out, clenched her fist and posed like a young female bodybuilder... Being only ten years old, there wasn't any real muscle showing... well, maybe a little... but the pose was more for theatrical threat to our diminishing masculinity and pride than anything else.

All I could do was swallow what pride I had left in my gender and scowl at her, rising to the challenge as best I could. She was a year younger than me, I didn't want to lose to her again...

"If either of the boys win, then we will open the Big Book of Boy Secrets and show off some of the pretty, naked girls so that they can see what perfection looks like without clothes... I just know how badly that boys want to see a naked girl... You want to see a girl's vagina don't you Phillipa?"

I nodded my head and licked my lips, the carrot of getting to see a naked girl, even if it was just a picture in a book was enough to focus me on the challenge... I was desperate to beat a girl, something to give me hope that boys weren't quite as inferior as I was being told.

"Y-yes Miss Natasha..."

"Good luck then..." she giggled. "But if both of you lose, there will be a forfeit to pay... And it's a good one today..." That got my attention and I looked at her, then at Emma, who just smiled wistfully and shrugged her shoulders as though she didn't know, or didn't want to tell...

Natasha turned her attention to Stephanie...

"Come on Stephanie, back into position, let's see if you can finally beat a girl..."

I watched with the sinking feeling of defeat in my tummy, the muscle flinching in my tingling little cock, as a calm looking Anita totally outperformed Stephen when they grappled across the toy chest with their extended arms... His face was one of exertion... grunting with desperation to try and assert his authority, just once, against a girl...

I felt giddy with shame and crimson cheeks on behalf of all of the boys around the world, watching in what felt like slow motion as the girl so easily and comprehensively pinned his imprisoned hand to the table with a 'thud' in less than fifteen seconds. Boys were really losing every part of the battle of the sexes... The Boys' Rebel Alliance were powerless to stop the advancing domination of the Girls' Empire... Females... girls... were the rulers of the Galaxy now.

"Do you submit?" Anita said to 'Stephanie,' holding his hand down firmly to the top of the toy chest and not letting him go. The shame on his face as he struggled against her... I knew how humiliating it felt to be physically dominated by a younger girl like that. And now she was toying with him. She would let him go, only when she wanted to.

"Y-yes... Miss Anita... I submit..." he whispered with dejection.

"Good, now in front of all the girls, admit that we're stronger than boys... and ask me to let you go..." she smiled demurely, crushing the boy's spirit. It was crushing mine too, and I hadn't even been the one being beaten.

"Miss Anita... please... let me go... errrm... <blush> girls are stronger than boys..." 'Stephanie' managed to say bravely. I felt his humiliation... it mirrored my own.

'Girls are stronger than boys...' I thought with resignation as the girls teased Stephanie for his defeat at the hand (literally) of the younger girl. 'Girls are just... superior to us... we can't stop it... it's natural...'

Letting his hand go, Anita raised both hands into the air, celebrating another victory, smiling proudly into the eyes of the beaten boy... I just knew I would be next to face that smile... My confidence had waned long ago... but I had to try... There was no chance of overturning the label of being 'the weaker sex' if boys didn't at least try...

It felt kind of humiliating to see a fellow boy, beaten so easily by a girl in a test of strength like that. Boys were supposed to be stronger... or at least that was what boys like me had always been led to believe about the world... If nothing else, boys still had strength... or did we? It was much worse of course because she was younger than both him and I... Yet like all the other girls, she seemed superior to us in every way. Just like the Club code intimated.

So then it was my turn... I replaced 'Stephanie' on the cushion, kneeling down opposite a grinning and confident looking Anita and I placed my elbow on top of the toy chest, ready to battle against a girl again.

"Remember Phillipa," Natasha said, "if you beat Anita, both you and Stephanie will get to look at naked girls in the Big Book of Boy Secrets... Legs apart... bare naked vaginas... You'll be able to see everything a girl has down there between her legs... Everything! But if you lose... then there's a forfeit... good luck..."

"Three... two... one..." Josie counted down this time. "Go!"

As the battle began, I gripped as hard as I could to try and unsettle my girlish opponent. I really wanted to beat her. To prove myself as a boy, and of course win the chance to see pictures of naked girls.

'You'll see bare naked vaginas... everything...' I heard Natasha's words echoing in my mind... I wanted it so badly... If I could win and secure that prize, maybe Stephen would forgive me too and we could become friends... So it kind of felt like I was fighting for my gender in the battle of the sexes, fighting to make a friend and fighting to answer my curiosities about what the opposite sex looked like between the legs. No pressure then?

I felt tired, my arms and legs aching... But I fought on...

Anita was ten, a full school year younger than me... surely today would be the day that I could actually win an arm-wrestling match against a girl younger than me. As I battled with her in these early stages, the blue, black and white stripy t-shirt of hers contrasted starkly with my full nudity. It was an incongruous sight to witness naked boys arm-wrestling with fully clothed girls. But that was how things were in the Club... and others like it.

I started pushing my hand into hers with all my strength... I started to feel a sense of pride and hope as I moved her arm about half way down towards the top of the toy chest... Now the girls were cheering for Anita... Suzanne and Josie being the most vocal.

"Come on Anita... do it for the girls! Show the pervy bed-wetter who the stronger sex is!" Suzanne teased, clapping with encouragement.

"Yeah... come on... see if you can stop him getting to see naked girls!" Josie added. "He looks so yummy when he's battling..."

"Ggghhhhhh..." I blustered with the force I was putting in. I couldn't make her hand move lower, she was holding me...

'Please let me beat her... please let me beat her...' I thought desperately. 'Please god, let me beat a girl...' But it seemed that God was a girl.

Anita was obviously toying with me. She knew how to arm-wrestle me from our first match a few days previously. It was her moment to turn on the style. Tensing her arm, I saw the modest muscles of her upper arm peak a little and she started pushing my hand back upright... And she didn't stop... I could feel her physical power as her grip tightened... A girl was using the dark side of the Force against me again... my hand being pushed closer and closer towards defeat. She winked at me like she had done the last time, amused at my struggling against her, relishing the moment at which I realised again that she had the better of me.

I couldn't stop her... That sinking, humiliating and powerless feeling a boy gets when he is about to be beaten by a girl, especially a younger girl, quickly filled my body and mind. My genitals tingled with some sort of crazy sexual arousal at the sensation of being beaten and dominated. My tummy fluttered with butterflies that made me feel kind of giddy... and my heart was beating like a drum in my chest, my cheeks turning crimson with desperation and shame. I was getting beaten yet again by a girl.

<THUD> My hand hit the table... forced downward by Anita's girlish strength and stamina. It had taken her less than forty seconds, including the time that she was toying with me...

"Yay! I win again!! Girls are stronger than the boys!" Anita beamed victoriously. I tried wriggle my hand free of her grip, but she had me as easily imprisoned as she had done with Stephen. Again, she was going to make her boy opponent pay for his defeat in spades.

My face flushed crimson with shame, dejection and self anger.

"Owwwww!" I grumbled as I tried my hardest to wrestle my hand free from her grip as she held it fast down to the table. My cock muscles flexed and flinched beyond my control as my humiliation escalated beyond merely being outfought in an arm-wrestle match against a girl. I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out the humiliation... and do the best I could not to start crying. I wanted to run and hide. I was finding it difficult to handle what was happening.

"Anita is the winner," Natasha announced proudly. "No looking at naked girls today for you boys..." she grinned. "Maybe next time, when you've grown some muscles!! <giggle>"

"Girls are stronger than boys... <giggle> girls are stronger than boys!" Suzanne and Anita chanted over and over... the younger girl still holding my hand down firmly to the table...

"Stop teasing! Let me go! Please, let me go damn it! It's not funny!" I whimpered as the girls continued to chant at me, giggling at my struggles to get free.

"But we're not done yet," Anita smiled smugly at me. "First, in front of all the girls, you have to say that girls are stronger than boys..."

"Please, let me go!" I insisted, tugging harder on Anita's hand, but having no effect to secure my release. My limbs ached and I felt so tired.

"Say it, or I'll keep you my prisoner all day!" Anita grinned again, poking her tongue out at me. "Or maybe I'll do Judo on you... I know lots of holds that work well on weakling boys like you!"

"Ohhhh okay... I admit it... girls are stronger than boys! Miss Anita!" I finally relented. I'd never done Judo before but I knew what it was... the prospect of being overpowered and out-muscled by a younger girl at that activity brought me to instant obedience to try and avoid such a spectacle.

"And boys are the weaker sex, aren't they Phillipa?" Anita teased again... God, this was unbearable.

"Yes, Miss Anita... <blush> boys are the weaker sex..." I replied meekly.

"Good boy!" she giggled with total victory over me, and finally letting my hand go... "Don't you ever forget it! Girls rule!!"

Oh god... I had that image in my mind again of being a Jedi boy, having been stripped naked and then being outfought by a cheeky, younger, dark side Force using Sith girl. Humiliating me in front of her friends. The way she said it, mostly because she was younger than me, emphasised the true meaning of what she had made me admit. The shameful betrayal of my own gender... my own sex... yet again... Just because a girl told me to.

As my hand was released, I hung my head in shame and held my beaten hand with my other... I was gasping and trying to rationalise my latest defeat and shaming. It was just a brief moment of respite however, there was the matter of that forfeit to pay.

"Boys are weaker than girls! Boys are weaker than girls!" Suzanne, Josie and Anita started chanting again. Even Natasha joined in with the chorus this time. I don't think Emma joined in though.

"Okay, okay... that's enough teasing..." Caroline interjected. "So come on Natasha, what's the forfeit you mentioned for the boys?"

"Well, seeing as the boys liked kissing each other so much," Natasha began playfully, "I've had an idea to give the boys a choice of two things... Now that we have two boys in the Club as 'half members,' we can do so much more together... So, the forfeit for continuing to be the weaker sex is... for the boys to either wank each other off in front of us, or agree to become our little nudie puppy boys for a while and undergo some training..."

At that, the other girls giggled and squealed between themselves in excitement. Either option for them a visual treat. For us boys, further impending excruciating embarrassment.

"Oh no! Now way!! Not that! Please... not again!" Stephanie whined in quiet protest, coming to stand at my side. I assumed that he was talking about having to masturbate another boy's penis but was struggling to comprehend the maths of his experience as a member here to date. In any case, I gulped... looking at and fondling another boy's penis was one thing... but to have to masturbate him? To a climax? To actually wank him? I didn't think I could do that... I was about to protest as insistently as Stephen had, but...

"Oh Stephanie, you big baby!" Caroline chuckled. "Playing puppies is a fun game for all of us... We're either going to play puppies with you, or you and Phillipa will have to wank each other off while we watch... Actually, that would be really special today I think... You're so different looking... one would have to use the 'dry' method, the other using the 'wet' method... so what's it to be, hmmm?"

'Wet? Dry? What method?' I thought with confusion at what Caroline was saying.

Stephanie turned his head to look at me, obviously deep in thought. He bit his lip as I saw him thinking... He looked down at my privates, trying to think what the best decision would be to work through the choice of forfeit given. Surely it was better for us boys to just go along with the girls and pretend to be 'puppies' for them? Surely that was the best decision right? What could possibly be so bad about pretending to be a naked puppy boy for a room full of girls?

Stephanie looked back at Caroline and blushed...

"Errrm... I want to be a, nudie puppy boy Miss Caroline..." he squeaked timidly. I couldn't blame him... He didn't want to wank me off in front of all the girls (and Suzanne's flaming camera) any more than I wanted to do it to him either.

"And what about you Phillipa?" Caroline smiled with victory. I wasn't sure that was a good sign. "Would you prefer to play with Stephanie's little boy cock until you give him an orgasm? Or are you going to be a nice little puppy boy for us too?"

"I'll be a puppy boy too Miss Caroline..." I offered quickly. That had to be better than touching another boy's penis again... and masturbating him...

"Then say it, like Stephanie did..." Caroline insisted, giving me 'that' look that I should obey.

"Please Miss Caroline, I want to be a nudie puppy boy too!" I blushed, not quite believing how pliable I was being for the girls. I didn't even know what being a puppy boy entailed... but it had to be better than masturbating a boy I didn't know. Not that I even knew how to masturbate a circumcised boy. 'How can a boy like that do it anyway with no floppy foreskin to diddle?'

"Good boy Phillipa... a good choice," Caroline smiled warmly. "I guess you're both still a little bit shy with each other having only just started to get to know one another... We're going to have so much fun together... I think you'll like this game..."

"Ohh god... I hate it..." Stephanie mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah it's good fun for all of us..." Natasha said, gesturing for Stephanie and I to re-take centre stage in the middle of hut around the semi-circle of girls. "So Phillipa, playing puppies is quite simple..." As she began to explain the rules, I saw Suzanne disappear off to the side of me out of view, and heard her rooting around in the normally locked toy chest.

"You and Stephanie are going to be our little puppy boys... And like all puppies, they need training and expert control. That's where your handlers come in... I am Stephanie's handler today, and Emma will be your handler... Girls make the best puppy trainers, especially with puppy boys like you... The rules are simple, so easy in fact that ANY boy can play... In fact, the rules are on the wall behind me... All you have to do is obey your girl handler... like in the code... Girls rule, and boys obey... or in this case, puppy boys, obey... Got it?"

"Yes Miss Natasha..." I replied... How difficult could it be?

"Okay Puppy Stephanie, sit..." she ordered the naked boy next to me. I watched with curiosity as the other boy immediately kneeled down on his cushion in the 'sit' position, demonstrating his obedience to the girl. I had to stop myself from silently giggling as the little bell attached to the ribbon of enslavement around his cock tinkled as he moved. Seeing the other boy obey like that, I thought it all looked easy enough. I then saw Suzanne come back into view and hand Natasha what looked like two brown leather dog collars, and matching leads... I gulped...

"Stay... hold still Puppy Stephanie..." Natasha ordered confidently, moving forward and reaching out to fit the loose brown leather dog collar around the boy's neck... After some gentle tightening, she seemed satisfied with the fit. Finally, she attached the lead itself through the clasp. The change in picture was not lost on me... Here was a naked boy, attached to a dog lead and collar, being obedient for a fully clothed girl... I was about to be next...

<gulp>

"Okay Phillipa, Stephanie is now Puppy Stephanie... while he has the collar on, he's not allowed to talk... He's no longer a boy, he's just our nudie little puppy. He can only make puppy sounds... He can growl if he's angry... he can whine in desperation like a puppy or he can bark in the puppy dog code... He can answer 'yes' with one bark... or 'no' with two barks... Just like any puppy... Understand?"

"I th-think so Miss Natasha..." I swallowed hard... this was debasement on a different scale again.

"Good, then let me demonstrate... Puppy Stephanie... will you be a good puppy boy and obey me during your training today?" the girl asked giving a playful tug on the boy's dog lead.

"Woof..." he barked timidly in reply. He blushed crimson, clearly humiliated by what was happening. I empathised with my fellow boy. Was this the destiny of the human race of the future? Girls in charge of boys, using dog leads to control us like nothing more than puppy dog toys for their amusement?

"Good boy... now beg for me..." Natasha commanded, using what was her free hand to retrieve something from the pocket of her denim shorts. I watched as Stephanie changed from 'sit' position and began to beg... He moved his hands from behind his head and instead, held his arms up limply in front of him, mirroring what a real boy dog would do, sitting on his haunches with it's front paws raised, begging for it's owner. It was so humiliating as one naked boy to watch another naked boy be treated like that... As Stephanie begged, Natasha popped a small sweet into his mouth... "Good boy... obey me and you'll get lots of treats..."

I was blushing as scarlet as Stephanie was and this wasn't happening to me yet. But it was about to... Emma stepped forward and took the other dog collar and lead from Natasha... Not sure where to look, I also noticed Suzanne readying her camera for my 'transformation' into a puppy boy. I wasn't sure being a puppy was the best option after all. Fuck it... yes it was... the other thing was just too... well, you know what I mean.

"Okay Puppy Phillipa, sit..." Emma instructed me, her voice commanding and confident. As humiliating as this was about to be, she was my sweetheart and I wanted to be a good boy for her... Obediently, I kneeled down on my cushion in front of Emma and readied myself in the usual 'sit' position. I felt my mouth dry, my tummy doing somersaults at the thoughts passing through my mind... about to be turned into a puppy boy... Emma looked down between my legs, staring right at my stiffly erect little boy sex. What was about to become her little puppy dog's cock... She smirked at it... seeing how sexually aroused I was... amused at how obedient I was being... She was as glad to be a girl, as I was ashamed to be a boy. Finally, she looked into my eyes, her smile now more friendly... she was my first love. She winked at me...

"Now stay... hold still Puppy Phillipa..." Emma instructed, her turn to move forward and reach out to fit the brown leather dog collar around my neck... I was breathing hard, and gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of the collar fitting cosily around my neck... It felt so different... and it focussed my attention. My dominant young female handler adjusted the fit of the collar, standing close enough to me that I could smell her slight hint of perfume... lavender. I wanted to kiss her, even though she was dominating me.

As Emma fitted the collar, I was aware that Caroline was off to my side, having a rummage in the toy chest. Finally, Emma attached my matching dog lead through the polished metal clasp. As the clasp clicked, so did the shutter of Suzanne's camera... Two puppy boys attached to dog leads held by their superior young Mistresses side by side... The Langton Magna Girls' Club had become the Langton Magna Girls' Puppy Handling Club...

"Puppy Phillipa..." Emma addressed me like a teacher to a small boy. "You are now my puppy boy... and like your boyfriend next to you-"

"W-wait! I'm not... I mean, he's not my boyfriend!" I began to protest. How could she say that?

"Quiet Puppy Phillipa!" Emma shouted at me, reminding me of my place. The tone of her voice shocked me a little and I felt instantly bad about my outburst. I hoped that I wouldn't be punished. "Now that you have your collar on, you're a puppy... not a boy... You're not allowed to talk... You follow the same rules as Puppy Stephanie... got it?"

"W-wooof..." I barked timidly, ashamed of how stupid I sounded in front of all of those girls. I tightened the grip of my fingers behind my head to try and manage my shame.

"Good boy... that's better!" she said, her voice instantly becoming one of praise instead... she was an expert boy handler... puppy or human. "I was just teasing about him being your boyfriend, you silly little thing... Now seeing as you're new to puppy training, I will forgive you for calling out like a human after I had put your collar on... But I won't be so lenient next time... Puppy boys can get the slipper too..." As she said that, she tugged menacingly on my dog lead, leaving me in no doubt who was in charge. It was in my interest to obey her. "Okay, Puppy Phillipa, will you be a good puppy boy and obey me without question today so we can all have fun?"

"Woof!" I barked more confidently, but still embarrassed as hell.

"Good boy, I'm sure you're going to be one of the best puppy boys ever... Beg for me, and I'll let you have a treat..."

I started to whine a little, using my young adventurer's spirit to get into the role of being Emma's obedient puppy boy, and I arranged my position to match what Stephanie had done. I got up on my haunches and held my forearms out like a dog trying to stand on his back legs with his front paws in the air... It must have looked as ridiculous as when I watched the other boy do it... But beg I did... I wanted to do my best for Emma...

"Mmmmnnnnn-mmmmnnnnn..." I whined insistently, my mouth open to receive my treat. As Emma popped the little wine gum sweet into my mouth, Suzanne caught the image of me begging like a dog, attached to a dog lead, ruled over by a girl all on film.

<click>

I still have that picture in a frame in the loft at the house. I got an enlarged copy of it as a birthday present from Emma when I turned fifteen... It was A4 in size, and inside a smart, pine frame. Emma signed it with a message...

'Forever my little puppy boy...
Happy Birthday,
Love From Miss Emma xx'

After being in that humiliating begging position to accept my sweet, I chewed on it in my mouth and returned to the standard 'sit' position. I was enjoying the sweet taste in my mouth, and became curiously aroused by the fact that Emma had held the sweet in her hand and fed it to me. Yes, I was sexually excited about being a submissive little doggy boy, and being fed by a girl who was my owner and my superior. It felt good... I was blushing as scarlet as Stephanie had been however.

But as you might guess, with being a member at Langton Magna Girls' Club, when anything 'good' happens, it's usually followed with another escalation of misery... or something 'bad.' Well, at the time, what happened next was really bad...

Caroline appeared from my left and was holding more items in her hand. She handed one to Natasha, and one to Emma...

"We mustn't forget their puppy dog tails," Caroline smiled, looking first at Stephanie, and then at me...

"Woof, woof!" Stephanie barked twice... obviously in protest. "WOOF, WOOF!"

"Shhhh, Puppy Stephanie... you can't be a puppy if you don't have a tail..." the older girl smirked.

"Yeah, slugs and snails and puppy dog tails... THAT'S what little boys are made of!" Suzanne giggled mercilessly.

"Mmmmmm-mmmnnnnnn..." Stephanie whined with desperation. "Woof, WOOF!"

I had no idea what was going on because I couldn't see what the two girls were holding. It was only when Natasha ordered the other boy to turn round that I saw it... It was enough to make any boy bark twice, I can tell you that...

"Turn round Puppy Stephanie... down on all fours... it's puppy time..." Natasha ordered. Slowly, he turned round on the cushion and got down on all fours, still whining quietly under his breath. The bell on the ribbon around his cock tinkled merrily as he turned. Once on all fours, his bottom became presented to his girl handler... Miss Natasha.

As Natasha kneeled down behind the naked boy, I finally saw what was in her hand... It was a thing that the girls had called a 'tail...' It was actually a small conker (a horse chestnut seed), carefully drilled out through the middle, with a pink shoelace passing through it and tied off in a knot to attach the conker to the lace. Also attached to the lace, were two girlishly pink hair bows...

Maybe this was going to be as bad as wanking off another boy after all...

"Puppy Stephanie, reach back with your hands and spread your bum cheeks for me..." Natasha instructed calmly as though this was the most natural thing in the world. Obediently, the other naked boy duly reached back with his hands and pulled his buttocks apart, exposing his anus to the girl. It was kind of like those pictures of the naked boys in the Big Book of Boy Secrets when we were being shown all about the perineal raphe scar.

'Oh god... what's happening? What's she gonna do to him with that?' I thought in horror. I felt so sorry for Stephanie. My own buttocks clenched tight when I saw what happened.

Natasha rubbed the conker into the crease between Stephanie's buttocks, making it slippery with the excess lotion left over from the earlier inspection. She seemed to be circling the conker around the boy's anus, and then she did it... she pushed the little conker right inside his bottom...

"Nnnggghhhhh..." the other boy gasped as he felt the muscle in his bottom yield and accept the little conker and the string that formed his new 'tail.' It left the little pink shoestring hanging down between his legs, like a puppy dog tail, complete with the two pink hair bows...

"Let go... It's in... Good boy," Natasha smiled, standing back up on her feet then reaching down to pat her puppy boy on the back of the head. "Turn round and sit up like a good doggy..." And Stephanie obeyed. As he turned round, I could see the scarlet blush of a thoroughly embarrassed boy, a tear running down his cheek. "That feels better now, doesn't it?"

"Woof..." he barked quietly, a totally obedient young male puppy, his little circumcised erection poking out rudely from his crotch, sexually aroused whether he liked it or not.

"Come on then Puppy Phillipa, let me give you your tail too," Emma said demurely, expecting me to obey.

"Woof, woof!" I replied with a desperate protest. I didn't want that... I shook my head to signify 'no,' and looked pleadingly with my eyes at Emma. "WOOF-WOOF!"

"Come on Puppy Phillipa," Emma giggled, holding out her hand to me so I could see what was going to be my tail. It was another small conker, again neatly drilled out through the middle and another pink shoelace passing through it, tied off in a girlishly perfect knot. Instead of hair bows, the 'decoration' on my tail was a small rectangle of black craft card, with neatly printed writing in silver craft pen on it... The card read,

'Puppy boy,
In training!'

"Mmmmmm-nnnnnnnn," I whined pathetically and barked twice in protest once more, totally debasing myself in front of all the girls.

"We're going to play puppies now Phillipa, whether you like it or not... If you obey and take your tail like a good puppy boy, we're going to have a lot of fun..." Emma coached me like she was addressing a genuinely timid puppy. "Don't worry Phillipa... it's clean..."

"These tails have helped train generations of puppy boys," Caroline said, trying to persuade me that this really was something that I wanted. "Your conker is very special actually... it's forty six years old... and was used in quite a few games of conkers... But conkers is a silly game that boys play and we think this is a much better use for them... Every boy should have one... Now you can let Emma fit your tail, or I'll do it... what's it to be? Hmmm?"

"Mmmmm-nnnnnn-mmmmm!" I whined, looking up at Emma, raising myself into a begging position... I definitely didn't want 'Caroline The Hutt' to have the satisfaction of forcing THAT up my arse. I consoled myself and trusted that at least if Emma was going to do it, she would be as gentle as she could... "Woof!" I barked, nodding weakly to signify that I would obey and submit to have the tail fitted to me.

"That's better, good boy," Emma praised me, rubbing her hand through my hair. "Now, get down and turn around and we'll get your tail inside nice and snug... Then we'll get on with your training and we can all have fun..." <giggle>

With that, I copied what Stephanie had done and compliantly turned around on my cushion, getting down on all fours, resting on my hands and knees.

"Okay, pull your bum cheeks apart for me Puppy Phillipa..." she commanded. Reluctantly, with a growing feeling of dread and humiliation, I reached back with my hands and timidly pulled my buttocks apart, revealing my quivering little anus to my sweetheart, my Mistress and my conqueress.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my anus as tight as I could when Emma first started to rub the conker around the edges of my little puckered starfish... It felt gooey and slippery back there as a result of my inspection some time previously as Emma swabbed through the remaining lotion, using it as a lubricant.

'This conker has been used to help train generations of puppy boys before you...' I heard Caroline's voice giggling in my mind... 'It's forty six years old... it's been up lots of boys' bottoms!' I shuddered in panic, my sweetheart was about to push something into my bottom that had been inside the bottom of other boys... I didn't like the thought of that... 'It's clean...' I heard Emma's reassurance. I wasn't as convinced as I would have liked to have been. Would you? 'We're girls... not savages...'

"Mmmmm-nnnnnnn," I whined, wiggling my bottom from side to side as Emma began to push the conker into the centre of my anus. Gosh that felt so creepy. It began to push against my muscle and I was having a hard time relaxing enough to allow her to get it inside. Bless her, she was trying to be gentle with me. My sphincter flinched one last time and in a split second after it relaxed, Emma finally pushed the conker inside with a gulp... "NNnnnnngnghhhh... WOOF! WOOF!" But it was too late... it was inside me.

<click> I heard the camera shutter, my face scarlet with shame at the invasion of my anus like that. It was a strange sensation having something in my bottom like that, and it surprised me just how willing my sphincter was to trap the invader inside my bum. Even when I relaxed and let go of my buttocks, there was no desire for my body to evacuate the conker and render me tail-less.

"There... Good boy," Emma said brightly. "It's in... Now turn round like Puppy Stephanie and sit up like a good doggy..." I did as I was told and as I moved to match Stephanie's position, I could feel the shoelace hanging down from my anus between my legs, the little card 'decoration' swinging and tickling the insides of my thighs. It felt very humiliating.

Emma kneeled down on one knee in front of me and leaned in to kiss my forehead to express her delight with me for being a good boy... or a good puppy boy.

There was a brief moment where I looked to my left and saw Stephen was looking at me. I made eye contact with him for a few seconds and saw the shame in his eyes. He seemed to mouth 'sorry' at me. I could do nothing more than offer a slight shrug in case I started the girls off on some punishment for puppies. I hoped it was enough to let him know that I wasn't angry...

Sure, it wasn't my idea of fun, and it was devastatingly humiliating, but I reasoned he made a choice based on what he thought was best. He was the more experienced boy here, and I kind of had to trust his judgement. That said, after both having mutually touched each other's penises, going the next step and wanking each other off wasn't such a big leap was it? Not with hindsight anyway... But having a conker and shoelace shoved up your bottom as makeshift tails for us to be pretend puppies? I might have been tempted to make a different decision if I had known the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

"First up," Natasha began, "it's time to give the puppy boys a little walk... nice and gentle... We'll go this way Stephanie, and Emma will take Phillipa the other way... Let's see how you get on walking with just your handler..." With that, Natasha tugged on Stephanie's lead and began to walk her 'puppy' clockwise around the Club hut.

"Come on Puppy Phillipa, you too," Emma indicated, ushering me into movement with a tug on my lead too. Both of us boys were down on all fours, walking on our hands and knees like a dog on four legs. The pace was slow, enough to make sure that both of us naked puppy boys were seen by all of the girls and making sure that we were making a good show for Suzanne's SLR.

<click>

As I continued to 'walk' like a puppy at Emma's side, I could hear the girls giggling and sniggering and whispering between themselves, all accompanied by the tinkling ring of the bell attached to Stephanie's penis. You can picture the scene.

It was quite rough on my kneecaps as I was being walked around the hut by a girl. The sense of humiliation reminding me each time Emma gave a little tug on my lead to keep me on track...

"Good boy... you'll make a great puppy boy real soon!" Emma teased, patting my head with her free hand.

It wasn't that long before we were half way round the hut and reached the same point as Natasha and Puppy Stephanie walking the other way.

"Stop Puppy Stephanie," Natasha called. Emma gave me the same instruction... Both of us boys stopped and waited obediently. "Okay, pretend this is the first time that you two puppies have met each other... We don't trust you to be off your leads yet, but look each other over and have a sniff around... you know what doggies do when they meet each other for the first time... Now you do it!" <giggle>.

Well what do you think two dogs being introduced to each other for the first time do? The definitely have a good look and sniff around their new buddy. The girls tugged our leads and made Stephanie and I walk round each other... the little tinkling bell hanging freely from the other boy's penis an ever present reminder of the balance of power in the Club.

"Shake hands... come on, don't be shy..." Emma instructed. "You're friends now... aren't you boys?" With that, I stopped in front of Stephanie and held out my right hand. Blushing scarlet, the other boy looked at me and slowly held out his hand to shake mine. "Say hello then... don't be rude..."

"Mmmmm-nnnnn," I whined to start with, looking everywhere but at the boy, it was so humiliating. "Woof!" I barked, continuing to shake his hand.

"Woof..." he replied half-hearted and let go of my hand. "Grrrrrrr...." he growled as he passed by me under the leadership of Natasha's leash. Looking back, with those real dog collars fitted around our necks, I realise that we looked like a couple of proper slave boys... Like something out of the magazines I saw in the toy chest.

"Okay stop..." I heard Natasha call out barely two or three seconds after we had started moving again. My head was next to Stephanie's right buttock... and his head was next to mine... "Do what little puppies do... sniff around..." The other girls in the hut giggled at the command. But I'm sure that Stephen was as horrified as me. I knew damn well what the girl meant... she wanted me to sniff his bottom like a real dog does. And she wanted Stephen to sniff at mine.

Well, there was that sinking feeling of defeat and dejection in my tummy again as my face turned crimson. It was a terrifying thought being so close to another boy's naked bottom let alone having to obey a girl and actually sniff at it.

"Woof-WOOF!" I protested and made a move to pull away, but Emma tugged me back into place.

"Do it!" Natasha insisted. "You're puppy boys now... and you agreed to obey..."

So with a foreboding feeling of dread, I turned slightly to my right and breathed in. With encouragement from Stephanie's handler, I moved my face to within an inch or two of the other boy's buttock and breathed in again... I couldn't smell anything other than skin. After all, we'd both passed our inspection and it was only his buttock after all.

"Right in Phillipa..." Emma said to my chagrin, leading me forward and round a little so that my face was barely ten centimetres from the crease of Stephanie's buttocks... I was staring right at the other boy's decorative tail... "Say hello properly..." I leaned in as close as I dared, and took another breath, as shallow as I dared, I was actually sniffing the other boy's bottom now... I couldn't delay it any longer and I couldn't deny it. Any closer, and my chin, or even worse, my nose would make contact with the skin of his buttocks.

<sniff, sniff> I sounded as my eyes remained shut tight in horror and shame.

Fortunately, all I could smell was the baby lotion... which with uncertainty made me recall, albeit fleetingly, that flashback I had earlier. Of being naked on that rug in front of the real coal fire. The blonde haired birthday girl commenting on my little puppy tail... My little boy penis, not the one up my bottom... Being led by the hand into the makeshift den by those girls... But not remembering what happened next.

"Grrrrr!" I heard Stephanie growl in horror and anger that I was sniffing his bottom like a puppy dog. His growl re-focussed my thoughts, reminding me that I was down on all fours, between the legs of another boy, looking like one dog sniffing the bottom of another.

"Good boy!" Emma said quickly ending that ordeal. "Now back up, Stephanie wants to say hello too..." And with that, I was aware of the other boy being led round this time, right up behind me. And shortly thereafter, I heard the reluctant sound of him smelling my bottom... I was so glad, for him and for me, that I was clean too.

"Good boy Puppy Stephanie, that's how to say hello to new puppy boys... Come on, beg for me..." Natasha said to the other boy. I assume she was giving him another sweet, because Emma had me beg for her too and gave me another wine gum... It was so emasculating and embarrassing.

As I sat up and begged in the manner I was now accustomed to, it felt particularly odd having that conker and the shoelace 'tail' pressed into the hole of my bottom like that... The lace tickled me when it touched my sensitive skin back there, more so when the little freely swinging card decoration made contact with me too.

"Okay, sit Phillipa..." Emma commanded me, and I immediately adopted my 'sit' position at her side. "Puppy Stephanie is going to show you the next obedience game..."

"Yep, Stephanie's a very good puppy boy, aren't ya boy?" she giggled, patting his head.

"Woof..." the boy responded. Natasha removed the lead, leaving Stephen with just the dog collar on around his neck. Josie handed Natasha a small, light green coloured dog toy shaped like a bone. She squeezed the toy to make it squeak and tossed the toy to the other side of the hut... That squeaking noise haunts me to this day.

"Go fetch Stephanie... there's a good boy..." Natasha commanded. As quick as he could, Stephanie began to crawl across the floor of his 'own free will' and to where the green dog toy was... his little bell ringing and jingling attached to the ribbon tied around his penis... Once at the toy, he leaned down, and picked it up with his teeth.

<squeak> the toy sounded as the boy gripped it between his teeth. He turned round and started to make his way back to where his young female handler was stood waiting patiently for him...

"Mmmmm-nnnnnn," Stephanie whined like a puppy that was eager to please his Mistress as he kneeled down in front of Natasha with the dog toy in his mouth...

<squeak... squeak...> the puppy boy squeezed the toy between his teeth in the manner in which he had been trained to do.

"Good boy!" Natasha praised him. "Now drop..." With that command, the puppy boy dropped the green toy at the girl's feet and then returned to the sit position to await his next command. Meanwhile, Emma took time to pet my head with her hand, occasionally tickling me under my chin...

Natasha made Stephanie fetch the green toy a couple more times, but after the third game of fetch, she left the puppy boy on the spot with the toy in his mouth...

<squeak... squeak... squeak...>

"Okay Puppy Stephanie... HEEL!" Natasha commanded firmly, bringing the other boy to instant subservience. "Let's see if Phillipa can do it too... It's time for your new puppy friend to play fetch now too... But he needs the toy off you... I want you to be a good boy and give the toy to him so that he can practice with his Mistress. But remember, you're a doggy boy... you don't have hands..."

"Mmmmm-nnnnnn!" Stephanie protested with the toy in his mouth, he looked mortified. If he couldn't use his hands, the only alternative for him, and for me, was for the toy to be passed from 'puppy to puppy' using our mouths...

'Oh god... it's all covered in his puppy saliva!' I thought with disgust. So I started protesting to Emma too, whining like a wounded little puppy.

"Don't worry... it's just his spit," Emma said, trying to reassure me. "It's not like you two haven't kissed before. You do know that when you kiss somebody you share saliva don't you, dummy?" <giggle> My protest faded, I knew I couldn't refuse or things would just get worse.

I faced Stephanie as he crawled slowly over to me and came right up to me so that we were face to face. His eyes were glazed and lost looking. It was mutual humiliation. The look that showed the price being paid for being submissive to girls, and being repeatedly bested by them. He was on auto-pilot now, in the zone where shame was being blocked out as best as a boy could.

"Go on... give him the toy Stephanie," Natasha encouraged. With that, Stephanie leaned forward and pressed the toy to my mouth...

<squeak> the toy sounded.

"Grrrrrrr..." he growled a little at me as I reluctantly opened my mouth, feeling the wetness of his saliva coating it. Trying to convince myself that it was just like giving a girl a French kiss, I gingerly gripped my side of the toy between my teeth and made the toy squeak again.

<squeak, squeak> That indicated to Stephanie that I had control of the toy and he let go of it and returned to Natasha's side, the bell ringing from between his legs all the while he moved across the floor. I couldn't work out which one of us boys were being humiliated the most. As soon as he was back at Natasha's side, she reattached the dog lead through the clasp of the collar around his neck, once more under the girl's strict control.

Turning round while attached to my dog lead, I faced Emma and presented the dog toy to her. She carefully removed it from my mouth, then fiddled with the clasp of the collar around my neck. I was being let off the lead...

"Good boy... now go fetch!" Emma said, tossing the toy into the air. I watched as it arced over the top of the other girls and to the far side of the hut. I realised as I began my 'walk' or crawl across the floor that I would have to pass directly between where the other girls were. It felt rough (not a pun by the way) on my kneecaps as I scurried as fast as I could to where the toy fell. Oh gosh... the task of trying to scurry across the floor on my hands and knees was tough enough... but doing it with a hard little conker up inside my bottom felt excruciatingly peculiar... My sphincter clenched tight to stop it from accidentally popping out and shaming me further. All I could do was grunt and squirm my bottom to try and keep it in place. I guess this was part of my training.

As I approached, the group of watching girls parted like Moses parting the Red Sea. Only I was a dumb looking little puppy boy, parting what felt like a sea of young dominant girls instead of the crashing waves of doom. I guess the comparison was more true than I cared to admit at the time. They were giggling at me and making comments about my 'nudie boy puppy tail' as I passed them, the tell-tale click of Suzanne's camera cementing my shame for eternity.

Finally, I reached the toy, and bent my head forward to pick it up off the dusty floor. It was still damp with Stephen's saliva after his turn at performing the tricks. And it was cold and felt dirty as my teeth gripped round it. <squeak> I tried hard to minimise the contact with the toy itself, so I didn't have to feel his slippery saliva in my mouth, or on my lips... I clung on to the notion that you can't taste or feel anything when you're gripping it purely between your teeth like that. The down side to doing that was that it made my breathing sound like a young dog panting. This really was humiliating.

As bravely as I could, I turned round on the floor, and scurried back to my young mistress, my 'puppy tail' with cardboard decoration hanging down between my legs at the back, while my aroused little erection poked forward like a hairless boy-dog's knot. I could feel it waggling from side to side and I could only imagine what I looked like. Just the same as how I had seen Stephanie look when he performed his doggy trick before me.

"Mmmmm-nnnn..." I whined when I got back to Emma, holding my head up and looking into her eyes with sadness. She looked like she thought I was cute, a fact that was later confirmed... She thought my sad looking 'puppy eyes' were adorable. I couldn't see anything adorable about me at all at that moment. Nothing but a vision of totally humiliated preteen masculinity.

"Good boy! Now, drop it!" Emma commanded me, and I instantly looked down to the floor submissively and dropped the toy at her feet. She knelt down on one knee to collect the toy and the shameful game of fetch began again.

I played the 'fetch' game for Emma another twice before that particular humbling was complete. My arms and legs ached and I was beginning feel more and more tired. My kneecaps were turning red raw with the friction of moving across the floor like an overgrown puppy.

"HEEL Phillipa... come on boy..." Emma instructed confidently, eager to reattach the lead to the collar around my neck. When under her direct control again, she ruffled my hair with her hand once more to let me know I had done well. "Good boy Phillipa..." As the toy was discarded for use another day, both of us boys were then called to action once again.

"Okay puppy boys," Natasha smiled, enjoying this game infinitely more than either Stephen or I. "Do either of you need a little puppy wee-wee?" Well, I looked at Stephen, and he looked at me... our eyes saucered wide. I for one was stiff as a board down there as a result of the drink I had been given and I knew that the other boy was too - though we didn't know that was why we were in a state of permanent sexual arousal.

"Woof-woof!" Stephanie barked to say 'no.' I responded 'no' too in the same way. "Hmmm, okay, well we want you to show us how a good puppy boy takes his tinkle... So you first Stephanie... come on..." With that, she led the other bare naked puppy boy, with ringing bell attached to the ribbon tied round his penis, and the ornate puppy tail sticking out of his bottom.

I watched and listened to the girls giggling as my naked fellow boy was marched to one of the toy chests by his girl handler.

"Okay... tinkle time... come on boy... we're waiting..." Natasha said again to her nervous looking puppy boy. He was blushing scarlet, and he bashfully began to cock his left leg into the air, doing a very 'convincing' impression of a boy-dog taking a leak up against the wooden toy chest.

<click-click> went the camera around Suzanne's neck. It was bad enough feeling the shame and humiliation on behalf of the naked boy performing that debasing act in front of me, but my thoughts quickly raced to remind me that I was going to be next, following the example that Stephanie had just made. And so it was, Emma started to lead me over to the toy chest where 'Puppy Stephanie' had just marked his territory...

"Come on Puppy Phillipa..." Emma encouraged brightly. She was enjoying this game too, maybe not as much as the other girls, but she was relishing the chance to exert her authority on a submissive member of the opposite sex. "Your turn... go on... don't be shy... there are no Puppy Girls here to watch you or male fun of you..." I blushed hard at the words that came out of Emma's mouth... it was as though she were talking to me like I really was a puppy... a boy puppy afraid to have girl puppies watching him take a toilet stop. The irony was, there were so many fully clothed human girls there watching me, a naked human boy, pretending to take a piss like a dog.

But I did it... I cocked my leg like Stephanie had done and pretended to pee like a dog.

<click... click> went the camera again. Another puppy boy for their expanding album.

After I was done, 'Stephanie' was marched by Natasha over to the other toy chest...

"Okay boys, jump up onto your toy chests..." Natasha instructed, leading Stephanie as he climbed up onto his, while Emma encouraged me to climb up onto mine... "That's it... sit up on your haunches and beg like a good little puppies... We're nearly done with the puppy training lesson for today..."

Reluctant and bashful, first Stephanie, then me, sat up obediently on our haunches, our legs apart and our sexually aroused boy parts all on full display in front of our girl shaped mistresses.

"Mmmmmm-nnnnnnn," both of us puppy boys whined as our arms came out submissively at the front, proving how convincingly we could beg like needy little dogs.

"Awwww... There's a good pair of little puppy boys, hmmm? Good boy Phillipa..." Natasha praised me, then did the same for the other boy.

<click> went the camera.

"Now yelp for us... beg for your treat... Tongue out, and beg for us... just like good little puppies... go on... don't be shy now..."

"Mmmmmmm-nnnnnnn," Stephanie whined and began to yelp... "Woof! Mmmmmm-nnnnnnn, YELP!"

And yes, I did the same, but I'm too embarrassed to type it all again. Surely just jerking off another boy would have been so much more simple, and it would have been over a lot more quickly?

"There you go boy!" Emma said, stuffing another tasty and juicy wine gum sweet into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Natasha pushed one into Stephanie's mouth too.

"What a good little puppy boy you are..." Natasha praised him, rubbing her hand over his back as he continued to kneel up on his haunches like me, everything he had between his legs so rudely exposed for all of the girls to see. Just like how mine was too.

"And you Phillipa... we're so pleased with you..." Emma praised again with affection, patting my back and reaching up to tickle her finger under my chin...

"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn, Yelp!" I whined... And there, I finally typed it for you. Satisfied?

"Good boy Phillipa," she enthused, "now... let's show the girls how clever you are... count the answer for me... What is two plus three?" I thought about it a moment and wondered what Emma was getting at and what she wanted me to do. I kind of knew what she wanted but felt embarrassed to do it and I looked at her with my sad eyes again. "Come on... it's simple maths that even a boy can do... count it out like a puppy... what is two, plus three?"

"Woof... woof... woof... woof... woof!" I barked my reply in answer to my handler's question. I felt so dumb, but what could I do? I was attached to a dog lead, with a conker pushed up my bottom... a pink shoelace hanging out of my anus like a puppy tail. I had 'let' the girls do it to me too... I'd submitted.

"Good boy... and tell me... are boys better than girls?" Emma smirked, verbally trapping me as she held my dog lead tighter, pulling my neck towards her slightly to remind me who was in charge. I swallowed hard and blushed, about to betray my sex again... I really wanted to bark just the once... but I was finding it more difficult by the day to believe that boys were better. The girls were showing me more and more that proved to me that it just wasn't the case... Deep down, I knew that girls were superior... My cock tingled and flexed beyond my control as I thought about it briefly. My very own badge of masculinity reminding me of my inferiority.

"Woof-woof!" I barked 'no.'

"Good boy Phillipa!" Emma grinned, relaxing her hold on my lead slightly.

"Now you Puppy Stephanie..." Natasha joined in with this latest humbling. "What is two plus eight?" The other naked boy quickly barked out ten times to give his answer to the maths question. "Excellent... now in front of all the girls... do you admit that girls are better than boys?"

"Grrrrrrrrrr!" Stephanie blushed, growling with bitterness. "Woof!" he finally relented quietly, blushing as he betrayed the Boys Rebel Alliance too.

"That was weak, even for a puppy boy!" Natasha teased... "Come on, louder. Be proud of it like a girl... Are girls better than boys?"

"WOOF!" he barked more loudly this time to confirm his answer, 'yes.' He looked down at the floor in shame. This ordeal was seemingly never ending.

"Good boy..." his handler praised him, delighted by his answer and his obedience. She reached behind him and rubbed her hand over his buttocks. "That's right... girls are better at everything... never forget it..."

"Alright girls... time is getting on now... Keep your puppy boys obedient and attentive... and have them display for you..." Caroline said, motioning for her younger sister to step closer to us. "Let's have a nice close up shot of each girl with her little obedient puppy boy... Nineteen eighty six is going to be the best year ever..."

With that, Natasha fiddled with the ribbon of enslavement around Stephanie's penis, making sure the bell rang a couple of times for artistic effect as she fondled his erection with her fingers. It flexed and bobbed a couple of times for her, way beyond Stephen's control.

"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn..." Stephanie whined with desperation, no doubt feeling the tingly need within his genitals.

"Good boy Stephanie... hands a little higher... beg for me and whine like a love struck puppy... Go on... louder..."

"MMMMmmmmm-NnnnnnNNNnnn!" he obeyed. "YELP!"

<click> Suzanne took her latest picture, this time of a grinning Natasha, and her boy puppy.

"Now your turn Phillipa..." Emma said, focussing my attention on her as my handler. "You're a puppy boy, so you don't have hands remember... So I just need to skin you back like a rabbit okay?" With that, she reached between my legs and gripped my erection, just below the covered glans.

"MMMMMmmmmmm-NnNNNNNNnnnn!" I whined as I felt her fingers grip firmly and tug my foreskin downwards... In no time at all, she had drawn the skin back until it fit snugly into the groove of my corona... The cool air reacted to the damp tip of my glans and once more, I felt fully nude in front of the girls. I kneeled up on my haunches as high as I could, stretched my arms out and whined again, just like Stephanie was doing... "MMmmmmm-Nnnnnnnn! YELP!" <blush>

<click> Emma and I, captured for posterity and eternity. Her holding a dog lead attached to a collar around my neck. Me, on top of a wooden toy chest, kneeling up on my haunches, fully naked with my boy genitals all on display, at the command of my young female superior.

Our handlers finally stood back and looked us two puppy boys over from head to toe, brimming with victory and girlish pride...

<click> Suzanne had moved back a little and caught a wider angled image. The shutter activated to catch the portrait of two obedient little naked puppy boys, their cute little hairless erections so prominently displayed between their legs as they sat up and begged, whining obediently for the room full of confident young mistresses.

The world was still a full ten years away from that girl-band named 'The Spice Girls' and the official birth of the phrase 'Girl Power...' But right there in the hut, that was real girl power... Two pubescent girls demonstrating their rightful supremacy and domination over their peers belonging to the opposite sex, for nothing more than their amusement. Us boys really were the humiliated sex...

After that staged and invasive photo-call, both Stephanie and I were escorted down from the top of our respective toy chests and back into place next to each other in the middle of the hut, sitting as instructed on our cushions. Puppy time was nearly at an end. As I climbed down from the toy chest I had been kneeling on, I could once more feel the foreskin of my penis slip back into place covering my glans. And with the movement of my body as I climbed down, I could still feel the hard little conker inside my bottom, anxiously making me keep hold of it by clenching my buttocks together, feeling the shoelace tickling my skin when it made contact.

"Okay little puppy boys," Caroline regained control of the meeting from her two protégés, standing in front of both Stephanie and I. "You both did very well with your training, and of course, superb puppy handling skills as we would have expected from both Natasha and Emma. We'll be playing those games a lot from now on... So now I think a little reward is in order for you both for being such good little puppy boys... You'd like a treat wouldn't you Puppy Stephanie?"

"Woof!" the naked boy next to me barked enthusiastically. More enthusiastic than at any time that day so far. Maybe this was the turning point for us today.

"And what about you Puppy Phillipa... would you like a nice treat too? Hmmmm?"

"Woof!" I replied, the same as the other boy, though not with the same conviction. But after such a shameful debasement as I was experiencing, the chance of a treat had to be grasped with both paws!

"Good... and do you both promise to be good Puppy Boys if I ask Natasha and Emma to remove your leads?"

"WOOF!" we both barked in unison. Anything to make us feel more human again... I felt my bottom clench a little, with some sort of canine excitement... It reminded me that I could feel the little conker invader still up inside me. And I was aware that by having both my dog lead and collar removed, that I would be able to talk once more... like a human boy. Sadly, for now, there was no prospect of losing that 'tail' from my bottom, that still hung down out of me between my buttocks and down between my legs. I felt so stupid looking.

"Okay girls... it's time for our puppy boys to return to the real world <giggle> and act like normal nudie slave boys again," Caroline smirked, giving the order for Natasha and Emma to remove our dog leads, and then our collars. "We'll leave the tails in for now though... It might help make their treat feel a little more... hmmmm, special!"

"Yay! Leave them in!" Suzanne giggled. "It's in the book, it's in the book... All boys love something up there when they get a treat!" <giggle>

It felt good to lose the collar from around my neck. It wasn't the feeling of possible strangulation that I found uncomfortable. These were girls, not savages... But it was the whole... I don't know, the feeling of imprisonment, the restriction... The feeling that a girl (even though it was Emma) was in absolute control of me... where I walked, what I did and how I did it. And that I couldn't talk, instead, only making doggy sounds. It was surreal... and very embarrassing. It heightened the developing recognition of female authority through role-play experience, and my boyish acquiescence to female superiority.

"For your treats," Caroline continued, making sure that both Stephanie and I were engaging her in eye contact, "I will take into account all the good things you have done, and all of the occasions where you have behaved like good, <giggle> upstanding junior members of the Club... First Stephanie, after a slow start, you will be rewarded for the nice recital of the boy's code that you did with Phillipa. You passed your inspection with flying colours today too, so well done. Of course, your behaviour and obedience during puppy training today was very good indeed. You set such a wonderful example to our newest puppy boy, Phillipa... so you will rewarded handsomely real soon..."

"Thank you Miss Caroline," Stephen quietly acknowledged the older, bigger girl. He didn't seem quite as enthusiastic as before and it reflected the very undulating peaks and troughs of emotion and embarrassment that us boys had to endure. I was quite excited at the thought of getting a treat, and hopefully 'feeling good.' Then again, this was all so new to me.

"And you Phillipa, you did well when you recited your boys' code with Stephanie, and you gave a lovely introduction. I will give you special praise for how you responded to Stephanie's reluctance when you met 'her' for the first time, and took it upon yourself to encourage 'her' like I would expect you to encourage any girl to take her rightful place as your superior. Don't think I didn't notice how sweet you were about that..." That made me blush... I was starting to think that I was becoming a properly valued member of the Club, albeit an inferior junior member and bearer of a penis that now belonged to girls.

"You also performed well in your first session of puppy boy training and you got to see just how much fun we can all have together playing games like that... But today's star performance from you in the Club, was your presentation on boys' perineal raphe scars... With a bit of practice, we'll be able to let you demonstrate that at one of our sister Clubs next term... maybe at one of the after school girls' clubs. Maybe for the Third Kirby Parva Brownies next term. They've been crying out for another appearance by a Langton Magna boy... That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"I guess so Miss Caroline... th-thank you..." I said, meaning to thank her for my impending reward, and not the prospect of having to go through all of that raphe stuff again for another set of giggling, ogling girls. How humiliating to suddenly remember my presentation about that, much less set myself into a panic at the thought of doing it all over again, in front of even more girls.

"Good boy..." she smiled. "Natasha, as Stephanie's handler today, it would be appropriate for you to give him his reward. Use this like we do normally, but explain to Phillipa all about the 'wet' method of milking a boy like Stephanie..." With that, Caroline handed Natasha one of the small plastic pear shaped bottles, like the ones that contained the baby lotion that had been used to perform our bottom inspections earlier.

"Hmmm, this will be fun for all of us I think," Natasha giggled, taking hold of the lotion bottle. "So Phillipa, you won't have seen this yet, but basically, because circumcised boys are different from you, they have to be milked using what we call the 'wet' method. When I say 'milk' a boy, I mean to masturbate him... to wank him... Obviously, you two are both still immature and unable to produce 'boy milk...' But that will come in time..." she giggled at her own ironic joke. "Then we can milk you like a cow! Anyway, boys like Stephanie here don't have a foreskin to rub back and forth over the glans of their willy when being milked. Trying to milk a circumcised boy 'dry,' like how we wank you Phillipa, would be horrible for him... And we're girls, not savages."

Collectively, the other girls giggled at what was becoming another new catchphrase I was hearing as a junior member of the Club.

"Lie down on your cushion Stephanie... get yourself into 'playtime' position for me..." Natasha instructed the other naked boy. He began to obey instantly. "That's it... good girl... I'm going to give you a really nice reward now, in front of all the girls... You're looking forward to this part of the day now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Miss Natasha," he said quietly, resting his bottom down on his cushion, the little bell attached to the ribbon around his cock letting everyone know it was still there.

<tinkle, tinkle>

'Stephanie' bent his knees and pressed the soles of his feet together, resting his hands on top of his head... he was quickly into 'playtime' position, his bare naked, hairless circumcised erection pointing skyward. Natasha knelt down on a cushion next to him, adjacent to his exposed crotch.

"Stephanie, ask me nicely to play with you... in front of the girls..." Natasha said calmly to her boyish subject.

"Please Miss Natasha... will you play with my willy and... <blush> m-make me feel good in front of the girls?"

"And will you always obey girls, and understand that they are superior to you in every way?"

"Y-yes Miss Natasha... I know that girls are... superior to boys and... and I'll always obey them... I promise..." I could tell that he was embarrassed as he was made to say all of these humiliating things, just like I was always embarrassed about them too. The way he said the word 'superior' left nobody in any doubt at how difficult it was, how humiliating it was for a boy to admit that, even after all this time, this being his second year at the Club.

"Good girl," Natasha praised him quietly. With that, she began to fiddle with the knot that tied the ribbon of enslavement around Stephanie's penis... She made quick and efficient work of unfastening the knot and unravelling the ribbon. As she pulled it free from around his erection, Stephanie gasped with the sensation of relief of no longer having something tied around the most sacred part of his body.

Giggling at his reaction, Natasha began to rub her hand over the supine boy's tummy, rubbing from the pubis of his hairless crotch, up over his tummy, around his navel and up to his nipples...

"Mmmmnngghghh," Stephanie panted as the girl touched him and petted his tummy like he was still a reclining puppy dog laying on his back. I saw his toes wriggle and the penis between his legs waggled as his muscles contracted inside him. He was under her control. Instead of her puppy boy now, he was her puppet instead.

"Good girl..." Natasha sighed. "Nice and attentive... like boys should be..." She popped the lid on the pear shaped bottle and squelched some of the liquid into her palm... "Phillipa, to milk a boy using the 'wet' method, a girl has to have some sort of lotion on her hands to help lubricate the boy's penis. That makes up for his lack of foreskin and enables the girl to actively stimulate the boy's glans properly... skin to skin..." With that, she wrapped the lotion covered palm around Stephanie's stiff and needy looking erection...

"Ohhhhh, gosh... Mmmmmm," Stephanie sighed as he felt Natasha's hand grip his penis... She worked her slippery palm down to the root of his crotch first, then pulled back upwards, making sure the whole of his penis was being lubricated by the lotion. It became clear to me just why this was called the 'wet' method. It looked wet, it looked slippery... it even sounded slippery. Above all, it looked kind of 'fun...' But it also looked like quite a bit of a faff. As though circumcised boys had to make so much mess to make themselves feel good in private... All sorts of equipment needed to make a circumcised boy orgasm that heightened the risk of getting discovered. One more reason I didn't want to ever be circumcised.

"Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmm," Stephanie whimpered with delirium as his girl handler continued the full length application of the lotion covered hand up and down his enchanted penis as it tried to salute her.

"There... Stephanie's little penis is nice and slick now..." Natasha said proudly, speaking from her experience and quickly changing her technique of handling the boy's penis. Her hand seemed to grip his shaft a little tighter, and her strokes, although still quite slow, were focussed more on the top third of his pre-pubescent sex organ. The colour of his glans was turning to a more angry looking red colour as the girl's palm danced and squelched over what I knew would be a very sensitive and tingling tip, and down to an inch or so below the glans itself... Up... and down... Up... and down... her enclosed fingers, overtly rubbing over the coronal ridge of his mushroom tip.

"Ohhhhh... Miss Natasha... Oh gosh..." Stephanie panted as he succumbed to the main act of the masturbatory milking granted to him by his young conqueress. Looking back on all this now, each time a girl did this to a boy at the Club, it was a graphic reminder as to why boys like us always kept on coming back... as though any boy deep down, would always let girls take full control of them like that... Given the pleasing feelings it conjured in their penis, any boy would surrender control of their formerly private parts to females like this wouldn't they?

And of course, it was a proven reminder therefore, that the penis was a boy's main weakness, and the need to feel good ruled over almost everything else in a boy's mind once he'd been introduced to the feeling. It was an addiction, 'Mother Nature's' secret curse for boys, mixing chemistry and biology to keep boys in need of feeling something... And nature had deemed that making a boy feel good, was something that girls could somehow do better than boys themselves.

You see, a boy doing it for himself was pleasurable... of course. But having a girl do it to him instead... well, it was about five times better. The girls knew it... the girls knew everything about boys... And us boys would do anything... say anything... agree to anything, just to feel a girl do 'that' to him. In that way, everything a girl needed in order to recognise and learn more about her superiority over boys was documented in the toy chests or on the high shelf... and freely demonstrated in the Club. The opportunities to practice and assert her authority and dominance over a boy or several boys at once, was so easily practiced through various role-play techniques such as Stephanie and I were 'suffering' at that moment, and would do again time after time. Like generations of boys before us. Including my dad...

"Now I'm giving Stephanie the main part of his reward for being a good boy today..." Natasha smiled, looking over at me to make sure I was watching what she was doing. It was thrilling to watch another boy being 'milked' like that by a girl... I wondered if that was what I looked like when I was 'giving in' and being wanked by a girl too. And so I couldn't help but feel the tingling sense of humiliation in how the whole scene was playing out. Only boys were nude... Girls were allowed to spank boys... Girls were allowed to touch boys, sexually... But not the other way around.

'Girls are in charge... boys are not,' I mused, biting my lip as I watched Natasha and 'Stephanie's' little reward ceremony. 'Boys are slaves... girls are not... Girls rule... and boys obey... Because girls are superior in every way...'

"Mmmmgghghh..." the boy continued to pant, his hips slowly starting to match the cadence of his girl handler's masturbation of him. Even with his soles pressed together, his toes continued to stretch and wriggle as he felt the girl masturbating him in earnest now, trying to ride all of the sensations he was being 'treated' to.

"The Big Book Of Boy Secrets tells us that methods of lubricating a nudie slave boy's penis for a 'wet' method milking vary..." Natasha continued with nonchalance, as though this was the most natural thing that had happened all day, and talking about it was even more natural... well practiced and trivial even. "Circumcised boys tend to use Vaseline based products if they are doing this for themselves... and some of our sister Girls' Clubs, especially those we correspond with in America often use Vaseline type products too... Some use sun cream... some use baby lotion like us here... and some even use their spit... But we're nice girls, not savages and we don't like the thought of spitting. It's a dirty habit... isn't it Stephanie?"

"Oh yes, Miss Natasha... Ohhhhhhhh..." he panted as the girl continued to masturbate him.

"<giggle> Are men superior to women Stephanie? Hmmm?" she teased the boy, stopping her up and down movement and gently squeezing the glans of his cock with her palm... <squeeze... squeeze>

"Noooo! Miss Natasha, please don't stop!" He replied quickly. <squeeze, squeeze> "Women are superior Miss Natasha... girls rule!"

<squeeeeeze... TUG> At that, she moved her hand downward, pulling on the flesh of his cock tightly as the slippery palm slowly slid down his shaft. It was pulling at the remaining skin of his cock.

"Nnnnngghghhh... agggghhhh!" he gasped, feeling the discomfort, the fiery red tip of his cock straining upward, calling for mercy from it's conqueress.

"Forever?" Natasha asked him... moving her hand back up and tugging downward again...

"Ohhhh god! YES Miss Natasha... girls will always rule! ALWAYS... There's... oh gosh... <blush> nothing that boys can do to stop it..."

"Mmmmm, good boy..." Natasha smiled with obvious approval at the boy's humiliating admission, relenting on his penis with her hand, to resume her previous, more 'boy-friendly' masturbatory technique. Up... and down... up and down... a little more quickly now. "Feels much nicer for a cute little nudie slave boy when he obeys the girls... and they let him feel good, doesn't it? Hmmmm?"

"Mmmm yeah... th-thank you... Miss Natasha," Stephanie gasped with relief and the return to more pleasurable feelings in his actively aroused boy-genitals.

<wank... diddle... wank...>

"Boys that still have their foreskin, like you Phillipa," Natasha said, looking at me once more as I watched. "They can use the 'wet' method as well..." <wank... diddle... wank... wank...> "But one of the main reasons I enjoy doing this to circumcised boys like Stephanie using the 'wet' method, is that the most sensitive part of him that's left..." <wank... diddle... wank> "This bit, here on his glans... I can make him orgasm without there being a barrier of skin like you have, rubbing you to a climax... Instead, it's just my hand, directly touching him, on his oversized boy clitoris... my hand, making a boy cum!"

Her words were another reminder that a boy's penis was nothing more than an oversized development of a girl's clitoris. That we were once girls until Mother Nature decided that we weren't good enough to continue as females.

"Little Stephanie Roberts... the cute little circumcised boy who went to the vets like a sick puppy... Hmmm?" <wank... diddle... wank> "Had to have a little puppy boy operation to stop his little weakling willy getting infected... and to help us keep him nice and clean... like a girl... hmmm?" <wank... wank... wank...>

"Ohhhhh... Miss Natasha... <blush> Mmmm... I'm nearly..." Stephanie gasped and panted, raising his hips a little higher now to meet her masturbatory strokes as she teased him verbally. He was getting close...

"You ready to cum like a girl Stephanie? Hmmm? You want to cum now, in front of the girls?" Natasha teased... <wank... diddle... wank... wank>

"Yesssss, Miss Natasha... please!" the boy panted. "Please make me cum... ohhhhh gosh... <blush> in front... of the girls..." <wank... diddle... wank> "I'm your... nudie... slave boy... let the girls watch..." <wank... wank... wank>

"Very well... slave boy... but don't you forget to say your words... When you cum... I want you to say them nice and loud so we can all hear..." Natasha ordered, before gripping Stephen's penis more tightly, and finally picking up the pace... She was going to do it... make another boy cum right there in front of me as I watched... as the other girls watched.

<wank-wank-wank-wank-diddle-wank-wank> Her hand began to move furiously quick as she expertly brought the boy to the edge of his sexual conclusion. Five, maybe six seconds... <wank-wank-wank-wank... diddle... squelch... wank-wank-wank>

"Oh god! Miss Natasha... it's... oh gosh... I'm cumming..." Stephen gasped loudly, taking a deep breath. I breathed deeply too and held it inside, as I watched and focussed on the other boy experiencing a sexual climax like my own, for the very first time... "I'm cumming like a girl!" His hips began to shake wildly and his bottom squirmed and wriggled around helplessly on his cushion as she continued to milk him... <wank-wank-wank-wank> "Oh gosh... I'm cumming like a girl!" <wank-wank-wank>

"Good boy... let it go... you love to feel like this..." Natasha teased him as his body surrendered to the gift of a powerful, yet immature, dry orgasm... She reached between his legs with her free hand and pulled on the shoe lace... She tugged hard to free the conker from his bottom as his climax took hold... He was no longer a puppy boy...

"Aggghhh... Mmmmmmmgghhhh!" He was gasping and squirming like nothing I had seen before. I'd never seen another boy get diddled and toyed with like that and again, I wondered if that was how I looked when it happened. It was humiliating to think that's how I looked. He looked so... powerless... helpless... so submissive as his body surrendered to what a girl was doing to him. That humiliating, but wonderful gift she was giving him.

"Oh yes... Mmmmm... I'm cumming..." he continued to gasp... But she still didn't stop milking him even though he was climaxing... <wank-wank-wank> "Boys are slaves to girls forever... Miss Natasha... Boys... Mmmmmm... are slaves to girls <pant> forever!"

So that was Stephanie's cumming catchphrase... 'boys are slaves to girls forever.' At that moment, it didn't look like any word of a lie as his body... his private parts... danced to a tune forced through him by a girl. <wank-wank-wank-wank>

"Ohhhhh, please stop Miss Natasha... I can't take any more!" Stephanie begged, his bottom still writhing on the cushion. "Please stop... Ohhhhhhh... yeah... boys are slaves to girls... forever... boys can't change it... we're slaves... forever..."

Satisfied with the boy's further climactic admissions, Natasha stopped and withdrew her hand, leaving the boy's penis to move around in the free air all on it's own... His 'milking' was finished.

"Good boy," Natasha praised the dazed looking Stephanie, taking time to wipe her hand on his upper thigh. "That was a nice feeling for you, wasn't it? Hmmmm? I could tell how much you liked getting milked in front of the girls like that today... What do you say?"

"Thank you... Miss Natasha..." the boy replied meekly, his breathing still ragged and short. Without any real chance to come down from his climax, or begin to relax in the post orgasmic haze of reflection, he was commanded to move himself back into the 'sit' position and Natasha then handed over to Emma... it was now my turn to receive my 'reward.'

'Boys are slaves to girls... forever...' I mused, kind of lost in a fog of mixed emotions. Not knowing where to look. 'Stop looking at his thing! And stop thinking about it...'

"Right then Phillipa," Emma began, focussing my attention on her... It wasn't hard to focus on her, I was smitten now. I think my mouth might have hung open a little, kind of how I did when I was being told off. I was in awe of a girl. As she spoke, I could once more make out the hard looking little bee-sting bumps of her nipples modestly pushing the front of her light pink halter top outwards. "You know all about the 'dry' method, that's what we've been using on you all week... so lie down on your cushion now, and get yourself into 'playtime' position for me... Just like Stephanie was..."

"Yes Miss Emma," I replied quickly, somehow feeling a natural desire to want to please her with my eager obedience. As I began to move and adopt the required position, Emma continued to speak...

"Good girl Phillipa... are you looking forward to your reward today?"

"I am Miss Emma..." I replied, feeling my bottom settle down onto the cushion, and then bending my knees to allow the soles of my feet to press together. Finally, I placed my hands on top of my head and I was ready in the 'play time' position and ready for whatever Emma had in store for me. My limbs ached, and I felt a growing tiredness, but I didn't really feel sleepy... It was a different kind of fatigue I felt.

Emma then moved too, remaining stood up, but positioning her feet either side of my lower chest, and looking down at me. Her hands rested on her hips, posing with girlish confidence as she smiled down at me. She looked beautiful, and I felt so weak. My submissive thoughts and feelings were self-confirmed and cemented as I watched her slowly begin to squat down... I had an intriguing and exciting view of her dusky pink and orange dyed cotton shorts, as her bottom was planted down snugly to straddle my chest.

'Oh god... oh god... what's she going to do?' I thought with initial panic at the feeling of being straddled by a girl like that. But I saw her continue to smile down at me demurely, pleased with my obvious reaction, and knowing that in my weakened condition, I couldn't break free from her if I tried. I felt truly dominated as my heart pumped quickly in my chest, and my mouth turned dry.

"M-Miss Emma..." I gasped, the feeling of being trapped by a girl like that flittering through my mind. 'Girls aren't the weaker sex... not any more...'

"Shhhhh..." Emma teased me, squeezing her thighs and knees against me. I could feel the heat of her bottom and... what must have been her girl parts radiating through her shorts as she got comfortable on my tummy like that. My penis tingled... It was an image like so many I had seen in the magazines earlier during my illicit trespass in the hut.

"Phillipa, after being such a naughty little boy earlier, you've been a very good and obedient member of the Club..."

"Junior, member!" Suzanne interjected with predictable insistence. "Come on Emma, he's just a weakling boy... like that other runt..."

"Quiet Suzanne please!" Caroline admonished her younger sister again for her outburst. Suzanne really did come over as a young terror where boys were concerned. The interesting thing was that Caroline spoke with clear authority, but wasn't shouting, or sounding overly 'pissy' in her tone. I would later reflect on it and call it, professional. "This is Emma's turn... and it's Phillipa's treat. As his handler, Emma can talk to him however she pleases and I'm sure that everyone here knows that boys can only ever be junior members, or half members or however we choose to describe them. We get it... they're just boys... they're the inferior sex... they can't do anything as good as a girl can... and it's fun to play with them, learn about them and show them the truth of things... We know all that... so please stop interrupting when it's not your turn... Don't make me tell you again or I'll have to send you out... understand?"

"But... I've got the camera..." Suzanne protested, clinging the device to her chest possessively, like a boy might hold his most treasured Star Wars action figure (yes, not a doll) to stop others from taking it from him. "You can't send-"

"But nothing Suzanne!" Caroline responded with immediate purpose in her voice, sitting up in her garden chair throne, her hands resting on her knee caps as she leaned forwards imposingly. "I'm the leader of the Club, and what I say, goes... My decisions are final. And remember, you're not the only girl who knows how to use that camera... Remember who owned it before you, and who taught you how to use it... I can teach anyone here how to use a camera... even a BOY if I choose to... So what's it going to be... are you going to stay nice and quiet now while Emma has her turn... or are you going home?"

"I'll stay..." Suzanne replied, her voice quiet and embarrassed. She even blushed a little. It was quite a surreal moment really there in the Club. The girls almost flawlessly maintained such an unbreakable bond of unified organisation that boys were just not able to compete with - not in our numbers anyway. But there was an example of how even the girls could sometimes disagree, and even be 'sent out' of the Club hut. I'd like to tell you that this was a chink in their armour... that it represented a chance for us boys to change the tide in the battle of the sexes that we were caught up in... Throughout my 'junior' membership of the Club, I clung onto that hope... that there was a way to beat the girls, or somehow find a way to become equal with them... But alas, it was not to be... Females really are superior... from cradle to grave. They have the power to 'beat our pants off.' They just choose not to use it all the time.

"Very well..." Caroline addressed her sister professionally. "Okay Emma... please continue..."

"Thank you Caroline," Emma said, facing the older girl, before turning her attention back to me and recommencing that smile downward at me. Her bottom wriggled around a little on my body, between my chest and my tummy as she got comfortable. "Phillipa, because you've been so good, I am pleased that I get to give you your treat today... But I need you to ask me nicely for it first... like Stephanie asked Natasha... can you do that for me?" With that, she squeezed the sides of my tummy and lower chest with her knees as she straddled me.

"Please Miss Emma..." I began with a weakened squeak, my mouth dry, and feeling so subservient in my mind. "Will you... errrm... <blush> play with my little willy and make me feel good too, in front of the other girls? Please?"

"And if I do... will you continue to respect and obey girls, and understand that we're naturally better than boys in every way?"

"Y-yes Miss Emma... I know that girls are... better than boys... in every way <blush> and... and I'll always obey them... I promise... Girls rule, forever Miss Emma..." It was my turn to feel embarrassed at what I was saying and confirming that I believed it all in front of the Girls' club members. I was betraying the male sex... betraying all of the boys around the world, like Stephanie had done... And why? Because we wanted 'that' feeling in our penises again. Whatever we felt in our mind about which gender controlled or ruled over the other, it was that 'sex' feeling we wanted as boys. So we obeyed... we agreed... we submitted to the girls. Only they could give us that feeling we were just beginning to understand the 'craving' for. And it was only given to us on their terms. To get it, the boys had to obey the girls. Carefully rationed to keep us coming back for more, it proved further and further to them just why girls were in charge, and how easy it was to control boys as a result of it.

"Good girl," Emma praised me with an affectionate tickle of her fingers under my chin. I felt my cock flex on it's own, and my buttocks clench, reminding me that I still had the invasive little puppy dog tail up inside my bottom... that darned curious feeling conker! "Then hold still, nudie boy..." With her tell-tale playful smirk, Emma climbed off my tummy, and I could feel the cool air waft over the warm skin where her bottom and 'girl thing' had been sat and wriggling on me, radiating through her girlish shorts. She repositioned herself so that she knelt down adjacent to my bare naked crotch.

I swallowed again as I looked at her kneeling next to me, preparing herself to play my immature sexual instrument. I could only admire the feminine simplicity of her pink coloured ankle socks, and her matching pink deck pumps with their contrasting light blue laces and trim. It was a reminder that she, and the other girls were exactly nothing more than that... girls. They didn't have to act boyish to be leaders... they didn't have to pretend to be something they weren't in order to dominate boys like me. They dominated simply because they were girls, rejoicing in their femininity... putting into practice every advantage that nature had given them, and every lesson they had learned from other girls, or the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. In contrast, I was a weakling boy, surrendering to pink... surrendering to girls... and to nature's favourites.

'Girls are better than boys...' I flinched in thought. 'Pink is better than blue... vaginas are better than penises... It feels better to be a girl... boys are slaves... girls are not...'

"Ohhhhh, gosh," I gasped as I felt Emma's hand lay flat against my hairless pubis... She had begun. I felt so exposed again, lying flat there on my back in 'play time' position, my bottom raised off the floor a little by the cushion, which also raised my crotch humiliatingly higher into the air.

Emma's warm fingers spread flat, rubbing over my pubis... small circles, spreading up over my tummy, similar to what Natasha had done to the other boy. My tummy muscles flinched as she allowed one of her fingertips to circle the edge of my navel... "Mmmmmm! Ohhhh..." I sighed, pulling my tummy muscles inward to try and escape the ticklish feeling I had there.

Emma giggled at my reaction and continued to rub my belly more coarsely as though I was still her little puppy dog. It was my turn to press the soles of my feet tighter together and wriggle my toes. My penis bobbed, seemingly on auto-pilot, making several of the other girls watching try to remain silent as they giggled too.

"Oh you're an excited puppy Phillipa!" Emma teased softly, her hand gliding lovingly over my tummy. "Your little willy is trying to say hello I think!" <giggle> "It knows who it belongs to doesn't it Phillipa?"

"Y-yes Miss Emma..." I breathed, trying to stop my tummy from bulging out and collapsing into a concave clench that would make me look more ridiculous than I already felt. "My penis belongs to girls... it's worthless as a worm... It belongs to you... <gasp> Miss Emma..."

"I like it when a boy's willy salutes me..." Emma continued, her hand finally encircling the base of my cock and waggling it from side to side. "It means the boy likes me... and that he likes me playing with him... Do you want me to play with your willy now?"

"Ohhhh yes Miss Emma," I panted, feeling her grip tighten slightly around the root of my cock. I was lost in a sexual daze at the prospect of Emma making me feel good, right in there... inside the flesh of my needy young cock. The nuclear war siren could have sounded right there and then all around me and I wouldn't have cared. My Emma, was touching my penis... she was going to make me feel good. My reward for being obedient to the girls. My voice turned to a whisper as I looked along my body to where her hand was around the bottom of my cock. "Please play with my willy... make me... cum... l-like a girl too..."

"In front of the girls?" <squeeze> Emma teased me gently, always able to further expand my sense of desperation and feelings of humiliation. Just when I was processing all this through my mind as a private liaison between Emma and I alone, she reminded me that there were all those other girls, and then Stephen present too.

"Ohhh Miss Emma... <blush> please do it to me," I whispered... "Pl-play with me... in front... in front of the girls... Let them watch too..."

"Good girl," she beamed with pride at how malleable I was, mentally and physically. She adjusted her position and 'took aim...' "It will be my pleasure Phillipa... Watch closely girls, gather round... this is how I milk Phillipa..."

Oh gosh folks... this was meant to be my reward, but Emma, the minx, invited all the other girls to gather more closely around me so that they could watch her masturbate me. I definitely preferred this act when it was one on one between Emma and me... but the kinky feeling of having it done to me in front of such a girl dominated audience was a different type of thrilling.

As the other girls began to settle into their positions, I saw Emma lick her lips as she began to concentrate on the task at hand.

"He looks so yummy lying their like that," Josie crowed, biting her lip with what looked like a hint of jealousy. "Are you going to go fast, or slow?"

"Yeah, milk him quick!" Anita piped up with a mischievous giggle. "Show him who's boss! I bet you can make him orgasm quicker than he can!"

But Emma ignored the other girls, resolving herself to smile confidently at my cock as she thought about what she was about to do, and how she was going to do it.

"Remember, this is the 'dry' method Phillipa..." she said informatively, glancing for just a moment at my face to check I was looking. "Because you're a boy with a foreskin... I can milk you, nice and dry..." I watched as her fingers danced up the modest length of my bare naked little erection, and her palm slowly encircled my skin covered glans.

"Ooooggghghhhh!" I gasped once more and took a deep breath. Emma rubbed her thumb over the concealed bulb of my glans, working it's way to rest at the mouth of my foreskin, directly in contact with the very tip of the timid flesh inside. Gripping me firmly like that, she moved my penis from side to side, and then forward and back. It reminded me of my mum using the gear stick in our car... 'I'm being driven by a girl...'

"Skin him back... like a rabbit!" young Anita encouraged, her hand nestled between her legs, squeezing her knees together.

"Yeah! Skin him like a naughty little boy rabbit!" Suzanne added.

"Not yet..." Emma said, smirking. "I'm going to do it au-naturelle... and see if I can make him feel good with his foreskin fully forward... I feel like I have more control over a penis when it's like that... the skin over the full length feels much more... well, I can move it around a lot more..." To emphasise her point, her grip changed again and she was now holding my penis more passively, two fingers covering what would have been my underside, over the top of where my frenulum was inside, and her thumb pressing against the coronal ridge on what would be the top side of my cock.

"Ready Phillipa?" Emma asked, looking down at my face again. She winked at me.

"Yes Miss Emma... please do it to me... Ohhhhh..." I breathed quietly, anxious for the teasing to finish so I could focus on feeling good.

And so, Emma began her masturbation of me in earnest... Her two fingers and thumb began their downward and upward movement along the freely moving skin covering the shaft of my penis... <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...squeeze... wank...down... wank...up...>

She was so deliberately delicate and teasing with her initial strokes, it was such a pleasurable torture. Each downward tug on my penis exposed a tiny fraction of the mushroom glans concealed by my foreskin... Very slightly, little by little, my foreskin was retracting naturally, but controlled by Emma so as never to fully expose my most tingly, sensitive place... The friction it caused, began to turn the bluish-purple-grey coloured glans to slowly change in appearance to a more interesting pink... the skin around the end of my foreskin blushed with the friction control that the girl was using on me too.

<wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...squeeze... wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...>

"Ohhhhh... Miss Emma... Ohhhh god!" I panted as I felt no option but to surrender to the pleasure that the girl was giving me... My sweetheart. My conqueress... It was heavenly... a feeling or a spectacle that a week or so ago would have been so horrific to contemplate... a clothed girl playing with the private parts of a naked, enslaved boy, with a conker on a string up inside his bum. The girls had hooked me on their fishing line... I'd always come back... It felt tooooo good not to go back. They knew it... I knew it.

"Who rules Phillipa? Girls... or boys?" Emma teased cruelly, reminding me to focus on my place as a nudie slave boy, instead of selfishly feeling my pleasure building.

"Girls... Miss Emma..." I panted. "Mmmmm... girls will always rule... I know it..."

<wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...squeeze...>

"Good girl..." <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...> "You've enjoyed being a nudie slave boy again today... haven't you?"

"Yes... Miss Emma..." I panted again. <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...>

"It feels good to be all nude in front of us girls doesn't it? It feels good for you to know that girls are better and obey us... and make you feel good too hmmmm? You've known girls are better all along... haven't you?"

"Yes... oh gosh... Miss Emma... girls are... oh gosh <blush>... this feels... wonder-"

"Shhhhh... I know..." Emma soothed me. <wank...down... wank...up... squeeze... squeeze... wank...down... wank...up... squeeze...> "Just let me do it... nice and slow... I'm going to make you cum in front of the girls, real soon... They'll watch you lose control of your body because of me... and what I'm doing to your willy... You'll have that nice feeling down here in your cute little willy... and it will always remind you how you obey girls now... right?"

<wank...down... wank... up... squeeze...>

"Yesssss... Miss Emma... Ohhhhh gosh... please!" I gasped, my hips starting to move all on their own accord, trying to match Emma's movements, and somehow wordlessly urging her to hold my penis tighter... and to wank me off faster. I was hungry to feel good... greedy for it.

Emma was taking her turn to prove to me again that my penis was my weakness. As a boy, my most significant design flaw was being exploited once more in front of the girls of the Langton Magna Girls Club. The daily demonstration of how needy I was for the sensation of orgasm... how I needed it from a girl... and how I'd do anything to feel it... Both Stephanie and I were living proof of all the lessons in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... and all of the discussions that the girls held in secret when no boys were around to 'pollute' their main meetings.

<wank...down... wank...up... squeeze... wank...down... wank...up..."

My pleasure was building rapidly now as Emma masturbated me... the tingling in my glans was nagging at me, feeding my desire for the girl to go quicker to help me reach my humiliating goal. My hips were still matching her pace, and the up and down movement on my cushion was making my bottom squirm, reminding me of the little conker invader, up my bum.

The soles of my feet pushed harder together still, almost slipping off each other such that I had to reposition them. I curled my toes under and flexed them to help ride and maximise the sensations I was feeling throughout my immature pre-teen body. But how my arms and legs ached.

I saw Emma move her free hand to cup my ball bag and gently rub over the furrowed skin, rubbing the delicate little testicles inside...

"Mmmmmm... Ohhhhhh..." I responded with a deep breath, feeling this additional sensation through my boyish genitals. I heard Emma giggle knowingly at my reaction. She knew that she had me under perfect control. And I was enjoying the feeling of being under her control.

<wank... wank... wank...>

"One day Phillipa, girls will control the whole world... and every boy will get to feel good like this when they accept that they're born to be our slaves..." Emma said brightly, addressing my cock as she diddled me... her pace finally quickening along with a tightening of her grip. Now, her whole hand was wrapped around my penis and she was exposing more of the tip of my cock than before as the glans was made to repeatedly pop out from the hole of my foreskin, like a cuckoo on a clock striking a never ending chorus of 'midnight.' But still, her expert technique stopped short of actually retracting my skin fully.

"That would be fun wouldn't it Phillipa?" she continued. "A world where girls reign supreme, and all the boys are naked and having to do what we say in order to get nice rewards like yours... hmmm?"

<wank-wank-wank-wank...>

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmisss Emma..." I sighed as the tingles started to escalate through my crotch. My mind was trying to picture the world that Emma was teasing me about... a future world of girlish queens and leaders, ruling over rows and rows of naked boys like me... all naked and obedient. Elsewhere, a different galaxy... a female Sith Emperor, and her army of Girls' Empire Stormtroopers, defeating and enslaving all of the Jedi boys, and the rest of the Boys' Rebel Alliance... I was near defeat again as I imagined it... I was starting to give in... I wanted to feel it. "Yes... a girls' w-world...Mmmmmmgggghhhh...."

<wank-wank-wank-wank... squeeze>

"You want girls to take over the world... don't you Phillipa?"

<squeeze... SQUEEZE> she stopped milking me, and squeezed, hard!

"OwWWWWWwwww!" I winced, nearly moving my hands from their position above my head to fight her off my cock. "Please don't Miss Emma... I want girls to take over... I promise... Owwww, aggghhhhh! Please don't... I want girls to rule the world... all of it!! All boys should obey... I promise... <blush>"

"Good girl," Emma giggled, enjoying the fun she could have with me. "Because one day, women really will be in charge... and not just Margaret Thatcher... Men will obey women... and boys will obey girls... just how it should be..."

"Miss Emma..." I gasped, squirming on my cushion to ride the discomfort I felt in my penis. "Don't hurt me... please!"

<squeeze... squeeze> Emma gripped me more sympathetically now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you... I got a little carried away..." she soothed with a giggle of unconvincing irony before resuming her masturbation of me. "I'm going to make you cum like a girl now... You still want to cum now, in front of the girls don't you?"

<wank... wank... wank... diddle...>

"Yesssss, Miss Emma... please do it!" I whispered, breathing deeply, feeling ready to climax at any moment. "Please do it in front of the girls..." <wank... diddle... wank> "I'm errrm... ohhhh... I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Emma... Let the girls watch it happen..."

<wank... wank... wank...>

"Okay, but don't you forget to say your words when your willy feels good... Show me how proud you are to be our nudie slave boy and say the words nice and loud!"

<wank-wank-wank-wank...> she began again, picking up the pace... It was going to happen real soon.

"Wank him off... wank him off... wank him off..." Suzanne began to chant, eagerly joined in by Anita, Natasha and Josie... Hearing the girls chanting like that made me blush scarlet. I couldn't focus on the intimacy between Emma and I... The other girls were invading my moment of pleasure as they watched me being expertly girl-handled... "Wank him off... wank him off!"

<wank-wank-wank-wank-diddle-wank-wank> Her hand was moving devilishly quick now on my penis, up and down in a blur as she steered me towards climax, for her pleasure, and the amusement of the other girls. My pleasure was only secondary. Just a couple more seconds... it was going to happen... right... now.

<wank-wank-wank-wank... diddle... wank-wank-wank>

"Oh god!" I gasped and panted as my climax began. My hips began to judder... I'd lost to a girl... again. I breathed in deeply and my crotch lifted high into the air, right into the diligent, masturbating fingers of my conqueress. "Mmmmmmmgggghhh... oh-gosh-oh-gosshhhh... I'm cumming!"

<giggle> I heard all around me as the girls watched my latest sexual defeat.

"Wank him off... wank him off..." the chanting continued in between the girlish cheers of encouragement.

"Mmmmmm... Ohhhh god! I'm cumming like a girl!" I cried out, thrusting my hips up and down quickly, thrusting my penis into Emma's hand as she continued to exert her control over me. My buttocks clenched as other muscles in my body relaxed... I could feel the conker inside me. It felt so strange to climax with something up there...

<wank-wank-wank...>

"Boys are weaker than girls!" I called out my catchphrase timidly, blushing scarlet and feeling the tingling surges of sexual climax radiating powerfully from the tip of my cock, right through the shaft... A rapturous dry climax at the hands of a girl... "Mmmmmgghghh... Miss Emma... boys are weaker than girls!"

<wank-wank-wank... TUG>

"I know..." she replied to my admission, gripping my shaft below the glans, pulling on my skin...

"Mmmmggghh! Ohhhhhhh!" I gasped as I felt Emma pull down on the skin of my penis, retracting my foreskin mid-climax... My eyes saucered wide at the moment my moist, warm glans was exposed to the cool air inside the hut. Her hand left my cock, leaving it to bounce around freely in front of the animated girlish audience. The reason why Emma let my penis go became quickly apparent as I next felt the tug of the shoestring rubbing between my buttocks... the conker was being pulled out of my bottom while I was having my orgasm, just like Natasha had done to Stephen.

<pop> I felt the conker pass through the struggling muscle ring of my sphincter as my buttocks clenched and it slipped out into the open. It kind of felt like I was using the bathroom (a number two) for a moment and my mind struggled to focus on anything other than that humiliating sensation. I closed my eyes, ashamed, aroused, defeated and still cumming...

"Ohhhhhhhgghghhhhhh... god! Boys are weaker..." I panted, allowing my bottom to rest on the cushion as the last of my sexual spasms receded through my cock and my groin. It was over...

<giggle> the girlish commotion around me began to wane like my climax following the spectacle I had provided for them.

"Good boy," Emma praised me joyfully as she ruffled the hair on top of my head. My eyes opened to see her smiling proudly at me. At that moment, I loved her... but kind of hated my surroundings and everything that had happened to me. It felt like such a paradoxical betrayal of everything I had previously experienced and believed about being a male. Something that felt so nice, occurring in such humiliating circumstances. "Good boy Phillipa," she panted with excitement almost matching the heavy breathing I was making as I began to recover from my exertion too. "That was a nice one wasn't it? Do you have anything to say?"

"Thank you... Miss Emma... Ohhhhh... god," I replied meekly, my voice trailing off into a whisper of disbelief at what had just happened, and how good it had felt. 'Why does it feel so good when girls do that? It feels so shameful...'

"A very good show indeed Emma," Caroline beamed with delight at the 'performance' that Natasha and Emma had put on with us two boys. "Phillipa definitely enjoyed that... Now come on Phillipa, no slouching, get yourself back into 'sit' position for us..."

With fatigue and reluctance, I groaned and moved myself to the required position, noting that the girls moved too. The semi-circle around us two naked boys posing in our required positions on the cushions was complete once more. It almost felt like we were back to square one, as though none of that actually had happened. But it had.

As Stephanie and I posed on our cushions submissively, the girls continued to talk between themselves about everything that had happened so far in the meeting that day. It was as though us boys were not even there. They spoke in detail about my spanking... the puppy dog training, getting to see me and Stephanie kissing... the presentation I gave about the 'raphe,' and all about the 'treat' that Stephanie and I had just been given. We both had to kneel there in 'sit' position while the girls went over it, in fine detail... for their amusement.

There then followed all sorts of activity in the hut in front of us two naked boys as we kneeled there submissively, awaiting whatever was going to happen next. Caroline's eyes stared from bare naked boy crotch, to bare naked boy crotch. Emma and Natasha were busy using wet wipes on the now discarded conkers that formed the 'puppy dog tails' that had been inside our bottoms. And elsewhere, Suzanne, Anita and Josie busied themselves carefully, neatly, girlishly updating the various wall charts relating to Stephen and I... marking, scoring and colouring our behaviour, cleanliness, punishment and reward charts.

I focussed my attention on Emma. My first love... delicately cleaning the conker with the wipe... Rubbing all over it thoroughly as though it were a magical treasured possession. She was making it all shiny and clean again...

'Ready to use next time...' I thought bashfully. 'The girls are going to do... that... to me again...' Don't forget, I was a long way short of experiencing everything that the girls were capable of. If it were a book, my adventure was still in the introduction pages. I swallowed as I watched the little conker being cleaned. As horrific as the thought of it was, I rationalised that the sensation of it being inside me... back there... wasn't as unpleasant as I would have imagined.

Soon Emma put the conker down inside the toy chest and moved over to collect something from her back pack positioned next to her cushion. Here, my adventure took another twist... as she turned round and approached me again... clothes in her hand.

<gulp... blush> My mouth hung open a little in curious fear and disbelief. Emma was smiling sweetly at me as she held up the garments... a pair of dark pink cotton shorts, a matching pink halter top, similar in design to the one Emma herself was wearing. To complete the set, there was a clean pair of pink panties, covered in small white hearts. Then there was a 'Weltby Zoo' baseball cap, similar to the one that Stephen had been wearing when I first me him. This one was green though, with a white outline print of a parrot on it.

"What are they for?" I asked nervously, kind of knowing the answer but seeking confirmation so that I could brace myself for the inevitable. "Miss Emma..."

"These are some of my old clothes Phillipa," Emma began with demure confidence as though she were talking to another girl. "You're just about my size and we thought that now you've become a proper regular 'junior' member of our Club, that it was time you started dressing like a Club member too... like Stephanie does..." With that, she placed the 'boyhood threatening' pink clothes and the baseball cap just in front of my cushion. I looked down at them with some spreading horror, past the little erection betraying me still from between my thighs.

"You'll need to wear them when you come to Club meetings from now on... It's an act of graciousness for a boy to respect the superiority of females by dressing like us... It shows us girls that you're truly prepared to do anything that we say... that you'll obey females without question and... even though you're a boy... you're prepared to learn from us, and make yourself into a better person..."

'Girls' clothes...' I thought, biting my lip as I looked down at the clothes. 'Pink things... pink is better than blue... I'm turning pink... pink... pretty panties... Girls are pretty... girls are better than boys... I want to be a girl... Noooo! You're a boy... You're still a BOY! You can't wear them! It's sissy...'

"B-b-but... they're girls' clothes..." I stammered, my voice a horrified squeaky whisper. "I c-c-can't wear... those..."

"Of course you can Phillipa," Emma reasoned, "you're virtually one of us now... be brave... like a girl... try them on..."

"NO! I'm a boy!" I cried out with more insistence. "I'm not dressing like a... girl... You can't make me... I'm a boy... I'm proud to be a boy... I don't care if girls are better... I don't care if boys are inferior... or that we're the weaker sex or any of it. I'm still a boy and that's that... I won't let you turn me into a girl... you can't... it's not fair!"

"Oh but it is fair Phillipa," Caroline interjected, standing up from the garden chair throne and moving to stand in front of me. "You're a junior member in our Girls' Club... it should be an honour for you as a little male worm to be accepted by us... and tolerated by us... Believe me, we have so much fun even when there are no boys around... Girls don't need boys... but you need us... time after time, we prove it to you..."

"But I don't want to wear... pink..." I whispered with fear. This was starting to feel like the very first time I had to take my clothes off and show the girls my penis. "Please don't make me... I don't want to be a girl..."

"Quiet Phillipa!" Caroline halted my ramble firmly. "This isn't about trying to turn you into a real girl... you'll NEVER be perfect... you'll always be nothing more than a nudie slave boy to us... But we can teach you all about the true, natural order of things between men and women... and boys and girls... and what a lot of things can feel like, for a girl. If nothing else, by wearing clothes like those when you come to Club proves to us that you're not just here to look at naughty magazines, and use us to make your penis feel good... It proves that as a BOY, you're prepared to obey girls... like, really obey us... and do what we say... It proves that you have learned lesson one... that girls are superior in every way..."

"Please... don't make me..." I squeaked, my eyes watering.

"Listen dummy," Caroline replied with frustration, her hands moving to rest at her hips with impatience. "One way or another, you're going to come to the Club meeting tomorrow wearing those... There'll be a punishment for you if you don't."

"But,"

"Sis, maybe it's time to tell him about the photographs?" Suzanne spoke, sitting Indian style on her cushion as she grinned smugly in the direction of her older sister.

"Hmmmm..." Caroline sighed pensively. "Maybe you're right. Look Phillipa, you will I'm sure have noticed that Suzanne has been using her camera a lot over the last few days... capturing pictures of you during your initiation into the Club, and various other things... such as everything you've done with Stephanie today too... That little kiss you shared earlier? Touching his willy? Sound familiar?"

"Miss Caroline, please..." I faltered, my fingers clenching tight behind my head. The horror for me contained in those pictures of me filled me with impending dread. Foolishly, part of me had been clinging onto the hope that the camera never actually had any film in it... and this was all just some trick for the girls to make me feel scared.... But here was the moment that seemed seal my long term fate. One of a thousand wicked things that would keep me compliant... even make me dress like a girl.

"Just like the scrapbook of your daddy's time here in the Club, we've started a brand new scrapbook... all about you Phillipa... every, little, thing..." Caroline said. "All those pictures will tell all of our friends in the other Girls' Clubs all about you... and what you're like... and what you have now started to realise about girls... Like the first time you stripped naked in front of girls because they told you to... Or the first time a girl talked you into letting her play with your penis... Or the first time you got spanked by a girl... fingered by a girl... Or maybe even, the first time you kissed another boy... and the first time you had a tail up your bottom... even the first time you admitted that girls are better than boys... It's all being recorded there in the scrapbook about Phillipa White... Nice little stories all about you... and pictures of you.... Generations of other girls who haven't even been born yet, way ahead in the future will be reading all about you... and seeing what a good, nudie slave boy you are... They'll all see you naked... you're worthless little worm of a willy... and they'll read all about how you learned that males... boys... are the weaker sex."

"Nooo! Stop it... don't... don't make a scrapbook about me... You can't..." I whimpered. "Not pictures... not without my clothes on... not in the book, please! Who would even let GIRLS take pictures like that and allow them to be printed anyway? You're tricking me!"

"Well there's the interesting thing... It was Miss Bingley who taught me how to use a camera like the one Suzanne and me have... and it was Miss Bingley who showed us how to develop photographs from film and onto photo paper. And Miss Bingley does most of the processing work for our photographs, especially when we want to enlarge a picture to fit a page in our scrapbooks..."

"Nooo!" I shook my head in disbelief. A further chink in my armour... Now Miss Bingley was in on this whole torrid affair... aware of what happened to boys like me and Stephen in the Langton Magna Girls' Club.

"Oh yes Phillipa..." Caroline replied, pressing home her advantage over me. She was about to say something that scared me to death... not that she would do it, but I didn't know what I was dealing with as an eleven year old. These girls were capable of anything to make a boy obey... that's what I had now been conditioned to believe...

"Now imagine if the stories and photographs about you were to appear anonymously around school... or into the possession of your friends? Imagine if they were used in the newspapers... after all, some newspapers have a virtually naked girl with her boobs out on Page three... Imagine if our nudie slave boy appeared every day on Page three instead... All of the girls, even those not in Clubs like ours will get to see you... and what a nudie slave boy you are... And in Weltby, we know a lady at the television station who would love to come and make a news story about bare naked boys who obey girls without question and who freely admit that girls are better than boys... Imagine kissing another boy live on television... or..."

"No, please! Don't!! I'll do it... I'll wear them..." I relented... beaten by blackmail and half truths because I didn't know any better...

"I'm amazed it took you so long to want to try and cover up your little, sticky-out goolies Phillipa," Caroline sneered, returning to her seat, having secured my agreement to escalate my shame, and with it, another victory against me. "You spent five minutes whining like a weakling little boy when you could have had your private parts all covered up..." Her words made me feel foolish and realise that what she was saying was quite true, and I blushed bashfully as I kneeled there. "So come on, try them on..."

I took the instruction to try the clothes on as my permission to stand up on my cushion, bend down and put the panties on first. I was no stranger to wearing a girl's panties now, but the pink colour matched my cheeks as I pulled them up my legs. The camera around Suzanne's neck starting to capture the next stage in my 'transformation.' The next story about my surrender for the scrapbook.

As I heard the girls teasing me while I got dressed, I felt their eyes burning into me as another boy succumbed to the emasculating sensation of dressing like a girl. The panties barely came to the top of my bald pubis and it was impossible to cram my still stiff erection inside. I left it so that the tip of my penis poked out of the top of the panties for now and turned my attention to the soft, cotton shorts.

Piece by piece, I dressed like a girl. Despite the colour pink adding to my humiliation, the soft material of the shorts felt quite nice... and quickly warm. Next I drew the halter top over my head and pulled it down like it was one of my boyish vests. It smelled clean as it passed my head, like flowers... fresh... like Emma. And finally, I put the cap on top of my head... And there I was, in front of the girls... Phillip White... a boy, dressed as a girl in front of the other Club members, and a naked boy still kneeling to my left. Transformed into Phillipa White.

I felt like a dumb boy wearing girls' clothing... I felt like a weakling... I felt like crying... I felt like a girly-boy and I felt like a sissy all at once. As my penis tingled stiffly inside it's new panty prison, with never ending (enforced) arousal, I kind of felt relief too that my private parts were finally covered. Even if I looked like that, no girls could actually see my genitals... It was a small crumb of relief, however welcome.

'Pink is better than blue... pink is better than blue,' I thought to myself. 'Girls are better than boys... If only you had a vagina... you'd be a girl... you'd be better than what you are.. you'd be better than a boy... STOP IT!'

<click> went the shutter of the camera as I stood there, blushing scarlet. I didn't know it at the time because I was lost in thought... but when I saw that picture, I was embarrassed to admit that one of my knees was bent in towards the other. It looked like a pose that a shy girl would make.

"There you are Phillipa... one of the girls now!" Caroline smiled warmly, impressed with the transformation that had occurred in front of her. "You definitely suit pink, doesn't he girls?" The other girls were eager to agree and smiled knowingly at each other. It was another victory for the girls.

"Good girl Phillipa..." Emma added, coming over to me and kissing me on the cheek. I blushed harder still, feeling so stupid. "That wasn't so bad was it?" she added with a whisper.

"You like wearing those instead of being a nudie boy, don't you?" Caroline asked.

"I... I think so... yes Miss Caroline," I replied, unconvinced.

"Then tell everyone how much you like your new clothes..."

"Errm..." I uttered, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, aware of the pink, girlish clothing I was now wearing. "I like my new clothes Miss Caroline... th-thank you Miss Emma for giving them to me..."

"Say how much you like being pretty in pink..." Caroline said, twisting the blade of humiliation into my psyche.

"Please Miss Caroline," I replied softly, squeaking like a little girl and closing my eyes. "I... like being... p-pretty... in pink..."

"Again, but this time, keep your eyes open and look at me so I know you're telling the truth!"

So I opened my eyes, blinking away the threat of boyish tears and focussed my attention on Caroline. Her eyes burned into mine, enjoying my predicament as she made me 'dance to her tune,' made me admit how much I 'liked' being covered in pink, girlish clothes.

"I like being pretty in pink," I mumbled quickly, ensuring that I looked into the girl's victorious eyes.

To my relief, the collective attention of the girls was switched to Stephanie, who was still kneeling naked, and quiet on his cushion in the 'sit' position. Caroline instructed him to dress too, back into his girl clothes in which I had first met him... when I had believed him to be a girl... a real girl...

Soon, in front of the semi-circle of girls, there stood two 'others,' two boys dressed as girls. One in a white flower patterned summer dress, the other in pink shorts and matching halter top. It was time to be dismissed for the day, finally...

After rummaging around in the toy chest, Caroline walked over to me and addressed me, passing me a magazine and what looked like a scrapbook.

"Be very careful with these Phillipa..." she began. "If you lose them, or damage them, you will pay a very heavy price... understand?"

"Y-yes Miss Caroline, of course..." I replied... "What are they?"

"We can see that you are still a very curious boy about everything that happens around here... so I'm letting you take one of the scrapbooks home so you can understand the kind of experiences that other boys like you have had... the kind of experiences that other girls like us have had... and more importantly, the kind of behaviours we expect from you as a junior member here with us. The magazine is a little... <ahem> example of some of the items in our extensive collection to help us girls feel good too... It's not all about what you boys feel between your legs when you feel good, you know..." she smiled.

"Girls need to cum too Phillipa," Emma added with a playful smile.

"Now boys..." Caroline continued, "tomorrow is Saturday... Club time for boys starts at eleven thirty... don't be late now because we have a special treat tomorrow, for everyone..."

"A treat?" I asked without thinking.

"Yes, but I'm not going to spoil the surprise though," Caroline smirked. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that... but I put my faith in the fact that they were girls, not savages. And then I suddenly thought... I was still wearing girls' clothes.

"Miss Caroline... can I have my clothes back please? My boy clothes, to go home in..."

"Nope, today you'll go home as you are, like wearing new shoes out of the shoe shop as a special treat. We'll make sure your... boy clothes, are returned later..."

"But... I can't go out into the woods like this?" I gasped. "I look like a girl!"

"That's the whole point dummy..." Caroline giggled. "You're a junior member here with us now, so you come here and go home in your girl clothes..."

"But what if my mum sees me? I can't let her seem dressed like a girl!"

"I'm pretty sure that after what you were reading earlier, you realise that your mummy knows all about what happens here... and that she knows that you're more than likely going to go home one day soon wearing girls' clothes... She might be a little surprised that it has been so easy for us to get you to do it so soon <giggle> but Phillipa, you need to understand that all of the women, all of the girls in the Village know what goes on here... and the men... and now you two boys too... But fine, if you're really that bothered, you can get changed out of your boy clothes outside before you come in for the meetings, and change into your boy clothes again before you go home... But not today..."

"But..."

"The other choice is to strip naked again right now and go home nude... No further messing around. So are you going to obey me and wear your girl clothes home today, or do you want me to strip you naked and walk you home myself, right along the lane!?"

I gulped and shook my head... I definitely couldn't go home naked... Anyone could drive along that lane... even people not connected to the Village... Knowing my luck, I would be seen by a group of bike riding girls on a trip out from a nearby village or town. I could just imagine Caroline gleefully parading me naked in front of other girls. Better to be wearing pink, girls' clothes in front of them, than being naked... I guessed.

"I c-can't go n-naked..." I gabbled. "I'll go... like this..."

"There you go then... good choice Phillipa," Caroline remarked. "It's good to see boys make better choices when they're learning from and supervised by girls..."

Emma handed me a plastic carrier bag in which to put the scrapbook and magazine I had been given. She smiled as she helped me put them inside the bag. I put my socks and trainers on.

"You can go now, boys..." Caroline finally said. Quick as a flash, Stephen bolted for the door, eager to make a quick getaway. After fumbling a little with one of my laces, I departed from the hut too and chased after him... I can imagine how that looked on reflection, two boys dressed as girls, running through the woods as the gleeful cheering and giggling coming from the hut disappeared into the distance.

"Wait... Stephen!" I called out, trying to catch up with the other boy. He was wearing flip-flops on his feet, which severely hampered his progress in comparison with the trainers I was wearing. When I caught up with him I called out for him to stop and talk to me... "Stop... come on... Hey, please... I want to talk to you..."

"Grrrrrrr!" he grunted, turning round and pushing me backwards a little, nearly making me fall over. His face was angry and defiant... full of hatred it seemed. Rebellion.

"Hey, don't!" I called out, a little shocked. The boy in the dress, stared back at me and looked so angry at what had happened... But through the anger, I could see he was also distraught... distressed even... ashamed.

"You dirty bastard! Y-you touched my willy..." he accused angrily, his eyes displaying resentment and shame. If I wasn't careful, this could have led to a fight and that's not what I wanted.

"Well you touched mine too..." I replied, less hostile and hoping to make amends. I mean, I needed a friend, and I'm sure that Stephen did too. I mean, if both of us boys fought and became enemies, it would have handed instant victory to the girls... Kind of like 'divide and conquer...' We would have been easier to control and dominate than we actually were in that case. "And don't call me a... bastard... I don't like it..." I lowered my voice when I said the 'B' word and looked around, worried that someone might hear us and get me in more trouble than I felt I was already in.

"You're gay... you asked me to kiss you and touch your willy!" he grizzled, pointing at me rudely.

"No, you're gay! You dress like a girl and I thought you were a girl and..."

"Well you're now dressed like a girl too... so there..." his eyes watered, his face was crumpling into remorse, regret and defeat... "They make me do it... like they make you do things... I hate being a girl... I'm a BOY! Don't you say I'm a girl... don't you say I'm a girl... take it back!" he blustered, lunging forward towards me and pushing me back again...

We were like two battling young stags, our antlers locked together, pushing and jostling for superiority between us when we didn't even have to in our girl dominated world. It was nothing more than a brief pushing scuffle. It ended as quickly as it started as Stephen broke down in tears, in my arms...

"Okay, okay I'm sorry..." I said empathetically to the other boy... "It's okay... Ssshhhh... I understand..." Stephen continued to cry for about twenty to thirty seconds as I held him in my arms, his head resting on my shoulder, stray tears dripping onto the skin of my shoulders... "It's okay... Shhhhh..." I tried to reassure him. He was warm and... soft... as I felt his body shaking. I couldn't tell if it was just the tail end of his crying, or if he was just simply scared... or even somehow relieved?

"I'm not a girl <sob>" he cried rhetorically as he looked up at me and our 'embrace' ended. "I'm a boy <sniffle>" As he wiped his tears from his cheek, I saw the weakness in his eyes... the defeat... the embarrassment. I recognised it all from what I saw in the mirror in my bedroom. The look of another boy losing so heavily to the girls in the battle of the sexes. Now there were two of us... losing together.

"It's okay Stephen..." I said softly, still trying to earn his trust and reassure him. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell that you were really a boy. I believe you're not gay... if you believe I'm not either... If I'd have known you were a boy, I wouldn't have asked to kiss you... honest..."

"Okay... neither of us are gay..." he replied looking at me, readjusting the cap on his head and wiping his brow with the back of his hand. He was a lot calmer now. "But they would have made you kiss me... One way or the other, they wanted us to kiss, so they could laugh at us. It's what they wanted... to see two boys kissing... They're in charge... The girls rule here..."

"Yeah, I guess they do..." I said, blushing like the loser I felt like. Then I looked into his eyes, hoping that I had gained his trust as an ally. "I just want to be your friend Stephen... and maybe together we can get through all this... A lot of the time it's embarrassing and humiliating and horrible. I know that... It's been a very weird week! But sometimes... when the girls make that good feeling in my willy... I kind of like it... Don't you?"

"That bit's okay... I guess..." he said, finally relaxing. "And I don't mind kissing... kissing real girls I mean... Th-thank you for calling me Stephen..." He looked so vulnerable wearing that dress as he smiled weakly at me. He didn't know it, but he moved one of his knees into the other one, like a nervous and bashful girl sometimes did in the old movies.

"Look, if you want to know a secret about me, I like Emma... like, I really like her..." I confessed, feeling brave and happy to be able to talk freely to another boy. It had been so long.

"Well that's good, because you belong to her... you know that don't you?" he said cautiously, as though he knew he was taking a risk by revealing some sort of secret too.

"How do you mean?"

"Well it's all she talks about... you I mean... She bathed me on Tuesday... and all she could talk about was-"

"Wait, what? She b-bathed you too? In your bathroom?" I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Emma was mine... or at least, I thought I was Emma's. I didn't like it but I knew it made sense from everything that had happened to me.

"Yes... I never know which girl from the club is going to bath me every night... Sometimes they come to my home... sometimes I'm asked to go to theirs... sometimes Josie is there... I'm kind of used to the girls seeing me naked, and touching me and bathing me... Except for the times when they bring a new girl along with them, or they have friends or cousins over at theirs while I am being bathed... I hate getting nude like that for new girls... especially if they're younger... They seem to giggle more, like a naked boy is such a special novelty treat for them to boss around... I think I've been seen naked and... played with, by about thirty five different girls since I joined the Club... <blush> And when I say 'played with,' I mean like... full on... messing with me until I... you know... it feels good... down there."

"Jesus... that many girls? All made you cum too?" I gasped, and he nodded quickly, looking away in shame. My eyes widened like saucers. That's a lot of young feminist eyes looking at a boy's private parts... and their fingers touching him too. "Fuck! Stephen... what are they doing to us?"

"You'll get used to it... But it's just this dressing up like a girl and stuff... that's the hardest bit for boys... Sometimes it's like I'm losing my mind... you know? Like they've already made me docile and weak... but then they're really trying to turn me into a girl... a girl with a willy to play with..."

"Yeah... I get that bit already... crikey..." I said, shrugging knowingly at him, almost resigned to my fate.

"Oh, and if you're wondering, I belong to Natasha... She was the one who was nicest to me from the start... and with all the stuff they make us boys do... well <blush> she is my favourite... <giggle>"

I laughed too, recognising in my new friend that despite all of the horrors that boy members are put through in the Girls' Club, there are obviously things that happen that keep us going back for more... Whether it be love... feeling good in our private parts... or just simple girlish blackmail...

"Do you like Star Wars Stephen?" I asked starting the walk to freedom from the woods, and changing the subject to something I really wanted to talk to another boy about. Being friends with somebody was more than just talking about girls right?

"Yeah... and I already know you do!" he teased.

"Cool, I'm the biggest fan... <giggle> So you got any toys?" I asked, my mind already planning a whole series of play dates with Stephen right away... The adventures I cold have with another boy... Boyish adventures... proper Star Wars.

"Yes, I've got-"

"Cool, it would be great to play with a boy. Can I play with you?" I said quickly and with the best of innocent intent.

"No way! I didn't think you were gay!" he scowled making me feel as though I had upset him again... But then he broke out into a knowing giggle when he saw the look of horror on my face as I realised what I had said.

"Oh you silly arse! That's not what I meant..." I giggled at him in reply. "And you know it! I meant, can we play together? Star Wars I mean... here in the woods? The girls said we can so we won't get punished. Or you can come over to mine... before having to come back, here, and the.... Club..." My voice trailed off and I winced a little at the thought of having to go back. Now two boys having to attend the Girls' Club dressed as girls.

"Yeah of course... why not?" Stephen said, happier in himself. We began walking again, back towards the edge of the forest where we could take the lane back to our respective homes. And then I managed to get Stephen to tell me his story... the day he got snared by the girls and 'encouraged' to join the Club.

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Stephen's Story...
As Stephen began to tell me his story, it became clear to me that he was a boy who tried really hard to avoid being snared by the girls. Even when he was caught, he put up a very lengthy fight... a persistent defiance that would ultimately cost him dear... He showed more fight than I ever did when the girls first got to him...

It was the Summer of 1985, last summer. He was sat in the garden, on a towel on the lawn reading a comic on the first day of the school holidays. He was ten years old. His older sister, Josie, was twelve and she was looking after him while their mother was at work. They normally got on well, in a sibling kind of way, despite the occasional disagreement and fall out. Josie came out of the cottage with a couple of drinks... one lemonade... one looking like cola. Yes readers, that is what you're thinking...

"Here Stephen... you've been out here for an hour now, it's time you had a drink... Mum said you should drink plenty when it's hot..."

"Oh, thank you Josie..." he said, taking the glass of 'cola' from her hand and gulping it down with no thought. <BELCH> he sounded, letting out the inevitable gas.

"You pig!" Josie giggled with irony, shaking her head. "You need to learn some manners if you want the girls to like you..."

"Girls? Pah!! There's no way I'm getting involved with girls..." Stephen scoffed, not even lifting his head from his comic. "All they do is mess with their hair, shop for clothes, play with dolls and smell like flowers... They're so sissy..."

"Is that so?" she asked playfully.

"Uh-huh... girls don't know anything else..."

After a few more minutes of the idle chatter, Josie decided to strike...

"You know... if I told you I had found some naughty magazines with girls in... would you go with me to have a look?"

"Wh-what? Magazines?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "How do you mean?"

"You know... naughty ones..." she pressed, then lowering her voice to a careful, conspiratorial whisper... "Ones where people get naked... and do stuff..."

So, there he was, walking next to his older sister through the woods, on a mission to discover this secret hoard of naughty magazines. Stephen had no idea where his sister was taking him when she escorted him to the Club hut. He didn't even know that there was a Club meeting there on a regular basis. His previous boyish explorations had never really taken him that far into the woods. After all, other than it being labelled as 'private property,' for the last couple of years in particular, his sister had kind of scared him into believing that it was haunted. He never dared try to go into the woods on his own... not that far anyway.

Stephen was surprised of course to find other children there in the wooden hut... all of them girls... all of them he knew from school or in the Village.

"Girls, as you know, this is my brother Stephen and he wants to look at some of the yummy magazines we've got..." Josie said conspiratorially. He looked around the room and saw various expressions of amusement, curiosity and disdain... After all, he was a boy, and they were all girls. The older girl he knew was called Rachel... She appeared to be the leader of around six other girls present including Josie. Rachel was fifteen, sitting on the garden chair throne...

"Do you know why you're here?" Rachel asked.

"To look at magazines with naked girls in..." he replied, not feeling the slightest bit intimidated yet by the fact that he was the only boy there. Some of the girls breathed in with the shock of what the boy had confessed. One giggled quietly, her name was Suzanne...

"Who said anything about the girls being naked in the magazines?" Josie teased him, holding out one of the magazines for him to look at. He took it from her and turned a couple of the pages quickly... eager to find treasure.

"No way!" Stephen gasped, his face turning crimson with blushes as he scanned through the first couple of pages... The other girls in the hut were giggling at his embarrassed reaction to what he was looking at. The girls imagined that every boy who saw what Stephen was looking at would react like that too.

Stephen turned back to the front cover and read the title...

'Dominante MÄDCHEN...' It was German... the April 1985 edition of 'Dominant GIRLS.'

As his heart pounded, and his face burned crimson with embarrassment, he flicked back to the pictures and accompanying text in German that he couldn't read. Stephen saw enough in the pictures to understand what the story was about. A boy, maybe twelve years old in his PE sports kit at a Leisure Centre had been hiding in the girls' locker room, ready to spy on them when they got changed...

Through the peep-hole gap in the locker door in which he was hiding, six pretty girls, maybe ten to twelve years old were shown to enter the locker room and begin to start unhooking the tops of their leotards... One of the girls clearly had nascent developing breasts, maybe she was even thirteen... She looked bigger than the others.. maybe the troop leader. The other girls, Stephen thought could be anywhere from ten years old to the same age as his sister.

What made Stephen blush was that the boy fell out of the locker before the girls actually took anything off... and he lay there on the floor with the girls looking annoyed as they stared down at him... The photoset advanced quickly with the girls taking control of the boy, stripping off his clothes one by one... His left sock being used to gag him.

Fully naked and blushing, the boy was being taunted and pointed at as the girls stared at his hairless, modest, boyish private parts...

"No way! How could he let girls do that?" Stephen exclaimed in shock, feeling a sinking feeling in his tummy, and a surprising tingling in his penis. Blotting out the girlish giggling around him as they watched his reaction, he felt compelled to keep looking at the magazine... hoping that the boy would get to see the girls naked, and in so doing, he would see them too...

Although Josie and Stephen were siblings, and had shared many baths together, that all stopped when Josie turned seven and Stephen was five. He couldn't remember any details of her private anatomy, so girls were very much a mystery to him. He hoped to learn more, right there in that magazine.

But as the story advanced, it was the girls getting all of the thrills, and all of the glory. In the pictures, the boy looked as though he was about to cry, his penis, hairless... pre-pubescent... but so very stiff as the girls each took their turn to fondle and play with him... The six pretty young gymnasts were exploring all of their curiosities about boys, right there in the girls' locker room.

There were close up shots of the boy's penis being touched and fondled by the girlish hands... The final close up shot showed the boy's penis having had his foreskin pulled back to fit snugly behind the corona of the glans... An out of focus face of one of the girls clearly smiling behind.

The final shot of that set showed the boy lying prone on the floor of the girls' locker room, the six dominant little gymnasts posing above the crying and conquered boy who had been caught spying. The leader, resting her foot on the boy's chest, arms raised in victory. The other five younger girls still laughing at the naked boy, pointing between his legs at the stiff little erection.

Stephen's breathing was ragged... the stiffness of his own penis surprised him, and was embarrassing for him... His mouth was dry when he swallowed. It was horrible what he saw in the magazine... That poor boy... being humiliated by those girls... But his body was telling a different story. His genitals were tingling with arousal.

He flicked further into the magazine, desperate to find what he hoped would be naked girls... But there were none... The photo sets always showed girls that were fully clothed, or at least always wore clothing that covered their interesting parts... always bossing boys around, making boys strip naked... or forcibly stripping them... then playing with their... penises...

"That's not fair... you girls shouldn't be seeing this..." Stephen said quietly, for the first time feeling a little bit outnumbered and insecure. "I want to see the girls naked!"

"Oh don't worry," Rachel said, "we have plenty of naked girls in magazines too... But that all depends on how well you behave... and how well you perform..."

"Huh?" he replied, not sure what was going on, or how he felt about it. His limbs felt a little heavier than usual despite not having done anything too active... Arms... legs... all felt achy...

"Girls... let us pray," Rachel announced, confusing Stephen even more who didn't know whether to look through the magazine again... or look at the what the girls in the hut were doing. "Stand there," she commanded him, pointing to a spot at the side of her 'throne.' He obeyed naturally, and watched as the girls began to chant...

"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."

"Girls rule forever!" Rachel called.

"Girls rule forever!" the other girls replied in unison.

Stephen couldn't believe it... a club that proclaimed that girls were superior... and that boys were... inferior. It was heresy, and he was determined to stand his ground... to prove the girls wrong. Such defiance would prove to be his undoing... Defiance despite what all of the other indicators around him were screaming at him... to run... The words of the chant... the pictures in the magazine... it was all calling out for him to run... for his modesty and his self-esteem. He had to run... but he didn't see it... he didn't hear it. He was a boy, and not so easily cowed. Not yet.

"Do you believe that girls are better than boys Stephen?" Rachel asked calmly.

"No, of course not... Boys are better... end of!" he replied sharply.

"Hmmmm, interesting... Will you take off your clothes and let us look at your willy, Stephen?" Rachel then asked brazenly, shocking the boy into disbelief that he heard correctly.

"Huh?"

"You know... strip naked... right here, now... in front of us... like the boys do in that magazine... will you do it? Will you pull your pants down for us and let us look at you?"

"Fuck off! No way! You're all crazy if you think that!" he replied, letting out a playful giggle of irony and mild shock that girls would even ask such a thing. Subconsciously, his hand moved to the front of his shorts, covering something up that was already covered. In his mind, he knew he was going to tell his mum all about that magazine later, and make sure that the Club was shut down. Maybe the girls would all get a spanking too.

"That's a shame... Because right now, you're the only boy in the village Stephen... The girls and I have a duty to carry on the legacy of the Langton Magna Girls' Club, and that means ensuring that any boys in the village that we choose are given the chance to join us as junior members... Without other boys to choose from, we have no alternative but to choose you... And we want to see your penis..."

"Come on... it won't take long... just take off your clothes and show it to the girls Stephen," Josie, his sister encouraged. "You might enjoy it..."

"Wh-what? No way! I won't... I won't let you..."

"Are you chicken?" Rachel teased, knowing just how to ruffle a boy's feathers. No boy can stand being called a chicken by a girl.

"Shut up... I'm not a chicken... It's just... No, there are too many of you... and she's younger than me... she's too young to see!"

"Well that just means you are chicken... too many girls... one too young... all in your opinion of course... Come on... show us your willy. Let us show you how much fun you can have if you obey girls, like all boys should..."

"No chance... I'll never obey you... Boys rule... no matter what your dumb rhyme says... I'll never obey a girl... never, and you can't make me... and I'm not showing you my willy... no chance!" With that, he started to run for the door.

Rachel was quicker... being the best part of five years older than Stephen. She was easily able to grab his arm and hold him still. Of course, we now know that he was also under the influence of the mystery 'cola' that Josie had given him...

"Come on girls... looks like we've got a nice challenger here," Rachel said with amusement as the younger boy tried to wriggle free and make his escape. "If he won't obey us of his own free will, then we'll just have to make him obey... Josie and I promised you a naked boy, so lets make one appear... Start with his shoes and socks..."

"Nooo! Wait, what are you doing?" Stephen panicked as the girls surrounded him, giggling and cat-calling as they began to tear at his clothes.

In next to no time, the girls had forcibly stripped him down to his underpants. They were tighty-whitey briefs... stained yellow at the front. Rachel held him steady by his arms as his legs flailed aimlessly to try and stop the girls staring between his legs at the little bulge concealed inside his pants. Suzanne was there with her camera of course... <click... click> Photographs of his blushing face, photographs of him being held steady by the older girl, and photographs of the little bulge of his crotch, inside the stained underpants.

"Here's our first lesson for Stephen," Rachel sniggered. "The first reason why girls are better than boys... the dirty little stain at the front of a boy's underpants... Hmmmm... A little pissy pants boy!" The girls giggled and squealed as they stared at the fitful boy's soiled underwear. "Tell us, weakling pissy boy... just how long have you been wearing those pants... When were they clean on?"

"Shut up, stop looking!" Stephen called out angrily, desperate to free himself from the older girl's grasp. His legs continued to flail, but he knew his body was tiring with every passing moment.

"Tell us how many days you've been wearing those pants to get them in that state," Rachel pressed on. "Or we'll take them off you right... now..." To make her point, she squeezed her grip on his arms tight, pulling him tighter to her as he wriggled and squirmed.

"Nnngghhhh! Let me go! Damn you!" he growled angrily and more than a little embarrassed to be in just his underpants. "Okay... three days... I wore them for school on Friday..."

Collectively, the girls made sounds of disgust and horror mixed in with their teasing and giggling. Stephen was ashamed, but determined not to give in.

"So today is the fourth day... Fuck! That really is disgusting, isn't it girls?" Rachel chuckled. "Boys are nothing more than perverted, stinky, vermin fit only for slavery in the service of girls!"

"Pervy, bed wetting wankers!" Suzanne called out amongst the crowd of excited young feminists.

"So Stephen... you filthy little runt... if I let go of you, will you take off your pants for us and show us your cock?"

"No way... let me go or I'll tell... I'll tell on you all... I'll tell my mum all about that magazine... the naked boys... I tell her about this club... You know I will Josie... tell them... tell them to let me go!" Stephen protested. The girls only seemed to cheer even more and there was no relenting from his sister either. "You damn bitches... give me back my clothes... I hate you... It's not fair..."

"Oh but it is fair... You're a boy, and we're all girls... And we're going to see you naked before you leave here..."

"No way! You can't... I won't show you... I won't... I won't pull down my pants and I won't obey... never! Boys are better than girls! You'll see..."

"Okay, you two move the chest into the middle, and Emma, you get ready with the cuffs... like we discussed," Rachel instructed with confidence, setting the other girls in the Club into action to start what was to be known in Stephen's scrapbook as 'The Battle Of Langton Magna...'

"We have a feisty one here who will need a lot of work... But we'll break him..." Rachel smirked. "We'll make him submit to us... and obey... He'll learn to say that it's us girls who are superior... it's girls who are better... All we have to do is follow the Big Book Of Boy Secrets..."

Stephen watched with curious fear as the girls moved the locked wooden chest to the middle of the room, while Emma rummaged around in the other one to retrieve the four sets of handcuffs... They were actually the kind you would normally find in a 'cops and robbers' play set. Quite basic, but so darned effective.

"What are they for?" Stephen cried out.

"Oh those are to make sure you won't run away..." Rachel teased, still controlling the boy. She began to manhandle him across the hut and towards the chest. As he began kicking around and screaming with more vehement protest, Rachel lifted him off the floor and positioned his bottom onto the cushion that Caroline had placed on top of the chest. He was being draped over it and he couldn't stop her. "Okay girls, one at each corner... grab his ankles... and his wrists... just like we've seen in the magazines... hold him steady, that's it..."

"Stop it! Let me go! You can't do this... it's not fair..." Stephen called out, wriggling his bottom on top of the toy chest and feeling the panic of tears forming in his eyes. He looked for his sister... hoping to tap into the compassion of his sibling... "Josie please! Make them stop... I don't like it... PLEASE! Don't let them see me!"

"There... let's be quick... I've got his shoulders... Caroline... go on, you do the honours, it's time to pull his pants down..."

"Nooo! Don't... please don't... Noooooo! Stop..."

But Caroline wasted no time... She hooked her chubby fingers into the sides of the struggling boy's stained white underpants, and she began to tug them down... With Stephen being distracted by the experience of having his underpants pulled down by a giggling girl, Emma secured his wrists in the toy handcuffs, each wrist being secured through a small eyelet on the outside frame of the toy chest... Even if he could get free of Rachel's grasp, he was now attached to the toy chest by his wrists...

Stephen was blushing crimson, his face feeling hot as the tears began to trickle from his eyes and down the sides of his face to his ears... As he blushed, he felt the humiliating horror of his underpants cresting over his bare naked boy crotch... The material slipped downward as his penis lost it's agonising battle to cling onto the briefly stretching fabric, and came into full, humiliatingly graphic view for the girls... <boing...>

He could see Caroline giggling hard at his penis... the stiff little member wriggling between his legs helplessly... He couldn't stop her looking... She was as gleeful and intimidating as the other girls' and their giggles... knowing that they were all looking at his newly revealed, bare naked boy parts... The chubby girl, Caroline, continued to pull his underpants down... his ball bag now in the open as well... the material passing quickly down his thighs and legs...

<click... click> went the shutter of Suzanne's camera as the girls cheered loudly at the underpants being pulled free of Stephen's ankles... and tossed with girlish finesse into the air before coming to rest on the floor of the hut.

Of course, being only ten years old... and a boy, his genitals were totally hairless, the journey into puberty still a long way off from starting. The girls were all cheering and commenting and giggling with Suzanne taking more photographs, here and there... even close-ups.

With his underpants now so ceremoniously clear of his feet, Emma quickly secured the now fully naked boy's ankles to the toy chest using the other sets of handcuffs attached through the eyelets. He was now face up on top of the chest, naked as the day he was born, blushing scarlet and starting to cry... All in front of those girls who were now looking at his private parts, and he was unable to move to try and cover himself... It wasn't fair...

"Well there we go... We've got you now Stephen haven't we?" Rachel teased, running her fingers over the naked boy's chest. "We could have avoided all that fuss, if only you had agreed to get naked and obey girls nicely... like boys should..."

"Fuck you! Let me go you stupid cow!" he sobbed in defeat.

"Silence! <slap>" Rachel barked, striking the boy's face with the back of her hand.

"Owwww! DON'T!" he wailed, more tears forced from him in his living nightmare.

"You're such a potty mouth..." Rachel teased. "No matter... we can cure that... and we will get you to obey... In fact, all you have to do is admit the truth that girls are better than boys in front of my friends here... and maybe we'll let you go... right now... how does that sound?"

"No way! It's not true... Boys are better... Let me go, now!" he squirmed on the cushion, tugging as best he could with his wrists and ankles attached to the cuffs. "You've all seen me... now LET ME GO!"

But Rachel, and the girls were not anywhere near done yet. The debate about which sex was superior had only just begun... and predictably, the boy was very reluctant to concede that his own gender was the losing one, despite being naked and restrained like he was in a hut filled with eager looking girls all having their curiosities satisfied with the showing off of a real live naked boy!

"Gather round close girls..." Rachel said, tracing her finger around the wriggling boy's tummy button. "It's time to start Stephen's education about girls and boys... and who's really in charge... By the end of today, this little one will understand that girls are better than boys... and he'll admit it as freely as he would if you asked him to confirm that the sky was blue and the grass was green..." <giggle>

And with that, Rachel began her program of sexual abuse and coercion to break the boy down, and make him obey. Unrestricted humiliation of a naked boy, right there in front of the girls of Langton Magna.

"How old is this... boy?" Rachel said, curling her fingers around his stiff little erection, running her hand up along the shaft to the tip, barely making contact before resting her hand on his bald pubis.

"He's ten..." Josie confirmed, watching the actions of the older girl eagerly.

"Girls... this boy is still very immature... typically a long way behind girls in his development... Like we know from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, girls start to mature a lot faster than boys... and we start our puberty way before them... That's why this little one is still as bald and weedy looking as the day he was born!"

At that, the other girls giggled at Stephen's expense, watching as the older girl's hand fondled the naked boy, powerless to stop her despite straining at the toy handcuffs around his wrists and ankles. Being toys, the handcuffs were actually quite simple to separate during normal play... But this kind of play was far from normal intended use.

"Stop it! Nnnnnnngghhh... Stop looking! AAgggggghhhhh... Don't touch me!"

"His little balls inside here haven't dropped yet," Rachel teased, using her other hand to explore the little furrowed sac of his scrotum with her other hand while circling the fingers of her other one back around the base of his penis where it joined to his body to his crotch. "When he talks, he still squeaks like a little girl... don't you?"

"Shut up! Let me go... nnngghghhhhh... Let go of my willy... stop touching me!"

In great detail, Rachel took time to point out all of the crucial points about a boy's private parts that they had read so much about in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. Now, there was a boy to play with and experiment with all of their own... a real live naked boy.

As he continued to sob tearfully, Rachel moved on with her seemingly expert demonstration of the young male's genitalia and gave a thorough demonstration of the workings of his foreskin... recounting word for word the well trodden phrases and details contained in their big secret book. He was no longer protesting verbally, just laying back to let it happen... he had no other choice as he began crying in earnest as Rachel fully retracted his foreskin with a 'pop' so that it nestled snugly into the gap behind the coronal ridge of the grey, purplish looking glans...

"That's what a fully naked boy looks like..." Rachel said, grinning with victory as Stephen quietly felt tear after tear leaking from his eyes. He'd never felt so much shame and humiliation... He'd never felt so embarrassed to be a boy as Rachel conducted her analysis of each part of his genitals... making him feel like a laboratory animal... a live experiment for the girls. "Now that he's skinned back like a little bunny rabbit, we can see ALL of him..."

"Wow, that's even more ugly in real life than in the book and magazines!" Suzanne giggled. "I'm soooo glad I'm a girl..."

"Oh yeah... boys really are funny looking... they're really nothing special at all," Rachel said, with a playful pinch of his glans that felt mildly discomforting for him.

"Nnnnggh..." he gasped.

"This bit, as we know is the glans... this funny looking little mushroom thing all grey and purple in colour... It's hard to think that this is actually what your clitoris would have become if you were unlucky enough to have been born a boy!"

<squeeze... squeeze> Rachel pinched Stephen's glans a couple of times to emphasise her disdain for the boy's sex.

"Nnnnnghh, owww! <sniffle>" he whimpered, more tears falling from him. He couldn't understand why something so bad was happening to him, yet his penis was all stiff, seemingly excited and tingling as the girl demonstrated him to the other girls.

When she let go, Stephen's penis lilted to one side a little and made the muscle at the base of his penis contract... a bodily reaction that made his modest, boyish erection wobble from side to side a couple of times. The movement was not lost on the girls...

"Oh, looks like the little boy likes it after all... Look girls, Stephen's willy is saying hello to it's new mistresses..." Rachel teased, making the other girls break out into renewed giggling as they watched the naked boy's powerless penis flexing in front of their eyes. "His little willy is telling us that it knows when it's beaten... Little willy wants to obey girls... 'cos it knows that WE'RE better..."

Rachel wrapped her fingers and thumb around Stephen's penis again, just below his glans and where the rolled up foreskin was nestled. She pulled downward again as the girls watched...

<tug>

"Nnnghghghhh! Owwwwww, stop it!" Stephen sobbed with discomfort, thinking that something was going to give way and 'snap' or tear as the skin on his penis stretched tighter than he'd ever felt before. "Ohhh god... you'll break it, STOP IT! Owwwwww!" The girls watched with open mouths at this latest demonstrative development in boy control.

"Like we've read and discussed, now you see it to be true... a boy's penis is weak... Having a penis, is their major weakness... isn't it Stephen?"

"Nnnnghgh... yes... STOP IT!" he cried out, desperately, feeling the skin of his frenulum stretched tight. "Please!"

"Get a boy by the balls... or his penis, and you can make putty out of him... It's very easy for girls to control the true weaker sex like this... by using discomfort and increasing the pain he feels... A boy will do anything for a girl to protect his penis or his balls... just like a man will do the same for a woman... They think their penises are sooo special... but they really aren't. They're pitiful and weak... not like a girl's vagina and clitoris..." As Rachel held the boy's shaft, it's skin stretched tight with how she was tugging downward with her fingers wrapped around the shaft, she used her free hand to rub her finger over the bumpy little skin of his frenulum, right on the underside of his glans. It made the boy gasp with nervous sexual sensation... He really felt that the skin there was going to tear.

"Nnnnngghghh, please stop!" <sob>

Rachel let go of his penis again, much to Stephen's relief and made him gasp. She brought the finger that had been rubbing over his frenulum and the underside of his glans to her nose, and sniffed at it...

"Eugghghhh!" Rachel baulked. "You really are a dirty, smelly little boy..." With that, she moved her finger so that it was under his nose this time... "Smell it... smell what you're like down there!"

With great reluctance, Stephen did smell the finger. He felt so embarrassed that he was smelling what his penis smelled like at that moment... even worse knowing that a girl who had just been touching him also now knew what he smelled like down there. He didn't like it and was instantly ashamed... It was cheesy... mixed with stale pee... pungent... unpleasant. He remembered that it had been four days since his last bath... on the Thursday when they'd been playing tennis at school in the afternoon... He'd had a bath that night... but not since.

"Typical boy of his age... no pride in his hygiene... He'll learn to be as clean as a girl soon... won't you?" Rachel teased, cruelly rubbing her finger onto his top lip, right under his nose and then squirming it between his lips and into his mouth... "Suck it clean... you filthy little stinker..."

"Mmmgghhh..." Stephen objected weakly as the finger forced it's way between his lips and squirming over and under his tongue. It was not a nice sensation or taste to have that girl's finger in his mouth. Everything he had sniffed on that finger, he was now tasting. It just served to shame him further.

"That's it... show the girls how obedient you're becoming... suck it clean..." Rachel teased, only the click of Suzanne's camera shutter diverting his attention from the humiliating and dirty task of sucking the girl's finger clean.

"Looks like he enjoys that..." Caroline sniggered. "He's sucking your finger like it's another little willy!" The other girls giggled at that thought too. Soon enough, Rachel withdrew the finger from the boy's mouth and wiped it on her t-shirt.

"But of course, controlling boys and making them obey isn't all about making them feel pain..." Rachel announced, re-taking her position next to the naked boy's exposed genitals. "There are things that girls can do to boys of course that make them obey you so that you'll maybe do it to them again... You can make them feel things, in their penis... that gets them addicted to you... nice things... just like when a girl diddles her cunny. It's the other point of proof that a boy's penis is his biggest weakness. Control that penis, and you'll enslave the boy... for as long as you want him..."

<giggle>

As the girlish commotion receded, Rachel grasped hold of Stephen's penis and rolled the foreskin back into it's normal position, before then gripping the shaft just below the glans...

"This is the nice way to get a boy to obey you..." Rachel smirked down at the still tearful and blushing boy. "Enjoy the ride Stephen Roberts... soon you'll agree that girls are better than boys... and you'll do anything for a girl... won't you?"

"Nnnngghgh! NO WAY!" he replied testily, blinking a tear from his left eye. "Stop touching me... it's not FAIR! Boys are better... boys rule... it's girls who should be slaves... you'll see!"

"Oh I am sure we'll see... won't we girls?" Rachel laughed knowingly at her quorum of young feminist protégés. Gently, she began to masturbate him. Her fingers and thumb gripped him sufficiently, that as she moved them up and down the length of his modest hairless erection, the skin covering it yielded enough to give sensation that maintained his arousal and enhanced his 'enjoyment' of what was happening. Enough to keep him 'dancing' to her tune, but not enough to make him climax. Not yet...

Stephen had never really paid much attention to his penis before now. Certainly he had never felt this kind of sensation in his private parts like how this older girl was making him feel. He still didn't know what a climax felt like... or understand what the word 'orgasm' meant. There had barely been any real sensation for him when he had curiously gripped his own erections in secret before now. He was about to learn a lot about his body... and humiliatingly, it was a girl showing it to him.

<wank..... wank..... wank....>

"Oohhhgghh... No... you can't..." Stephen gasped with disbelief. The horror of a girl jostling his penis like that, in front of the other girls... giving him feelings he had never felt before. He was blushing... his heart was racing... his tummy was skipping double somersaults. His willy was confusingly stiff and tingly as the girl played with him. 'What is she doing to me? I never... knew... I don't understand... what's happening to me?'

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"So, for those girls who've never seen a boy being stimulated like this..." Rachel said calmly, never deviating from her task. "Watch and learn... This is wanking... or masturbation... Some girls call it 'diddling a boy,' or even 'milking a boy.' It's the best way to enslave them... Basically, it's how a girl can make a boy feel good in his willy... Kind of like the feeling we get in our clitties when we girls touch ourselves between the legs too. This is how we give a boy the same feeling... We can tell that he already feels good, because his penis is stiff... he's having a little erection for us, which means he's excited and happy to have a girl in charge of him like this. He likes being a nudie boy in front of girls... He's just too much of a fraidy-cat to admit it yet... But he's starting to learn what it feels like... and he'll quickly learn to enjoy it... and become our slave..."

"Stop it! That's not true...!" Stephen called out in protest, on the verge of tears again. He didn't want to obey girls... he didn't want to be naked in front of girls... "It's awful... Leave me alone! Stop looking at my thing, please! <sob> It's embarrassing..."

"Embarrassing for you that you've got a little wormy willy!" Suzanne giggled taking time to capture plenty of pictures for the scrapbook to be written about him, including numerous close ups of his private parts and his face. "Girls are better than boys! Girls are better than boys!!" Suzanne, Emma and young Anita began to chant.

"SHUT UP! I don't like it..." Stephen cried. "I want to go home, LET ME GO!"

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"Will you admit that girls are better than boys then?" Rachel said, challenging the boy to see if he was going to cave in early like many boys do when having this done to them the first time...

"No! Stop taking pictures of me! Not there... Stop it! You're not in charge... Boys are better than girls... We're smarter... we're stronger... You'll see! Girls are the weaker sex! You're all dumb, sissy girls... Mmmmgghhh ohhh god... I'm gonna tell... I'm gonna tell... stop it!"

But Rachel kept on her relentless teasing masturbation of him. She could tell he was weakening, without him knowing or recognising it himself yet... His hips had started lifting off the cushion a little, trying to move his penis more and more into her hand. She used that signal as a means to escalate her humiliation of him...

"But your little willy is sooo stiff... it's telling me and all the girls that you really like it... even in secret..."

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"Nnnnggggh not true! Ohhhhh... god... Mmmmggghhh... please.... stop..."

"I'm gonna squeeze a little tighter now... and go quicker Stephen... and I'm going to make you feel soooo good that you'll keep coming back to the Club over and over so you can let us help you feel it again..."

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"And when you feel good in your willy... like a tickling feeling all through the length of it, that's called an orgasm... When you feel that... you'll only be able to think about how it was a girl who did it to you this first time... A girl who showed you how to feel good in your worthless little willy... And most importantly, you'll know that boys are slaves to girls... because we're better than you..."

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"Boys are the weaker sex Stephen..." Rachel said, furiously masturbating the imprisoned boy now. Talking dirty like that, set him off on his first orgasmic journey.

"MMmmmmmmggghh ohhhhh god... ohhhh god... what's happening?" he grunted, starting to feel a shaking through his hips that he couldn't stop... the climactic tingling of sexual electricity leaping from the tip of his cock, right along the shaft and spreading through his groin...

<wank-wank-wank-wank> Rachel continued to run her fingers and thumb up and down the boy's erection as his orgasm took hold.

"Ohhhhh god... noooo! I'm gonna pee... stop... I'm gonna.... Mmmmmmmm..." he panted, as the spasms of climax came in wave after delirious wave. His mind calling out into a debut of sexual bliss... 'Penis... my weakness... girls rule... girls are superior... weakling worm... boys are the weaker sex... Rachel... oh god... feels so good... I can't... help it...'

"Good boy... let it all go... in front of the girls... good boy!" Rachel soothed him, slowing down her masturbation of him a little. The girls all giggled as they watched him blush, sob and writhe around powerlessly on top of the toy chest as he felt his very first orgasm...

"Mmmmggh... oh god... Nooooo... I don't know... what's happening to me..." he mumbled as the girl let go of his penis finally, and he was left to feel the last diminishing spasms of his orgasm. A wonderful... never forgotten, dry, pre-pubescent boy's orgasm.

"You see girls? That's what a boy's climax is like... well, a boy who hasn't started puberty yet... From what we've shared in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, you already know that older boys who have started puberty can shoot their sperm... But Stephen here is still a little boy and all of his climaxes right now are cute and dry... Good fun for girls huh? Nice and clean!"

"Stop teasing me... you're mean... and it was horrible!" he lied unconvincingly at the end.

"Awwww... don't be like that... Are you ready to say that girls are better now Stephen?" Rachel asked, snaking her finger over the trapped boys naked tummy, playing with his navel again.

"No... Look, just stop it! Leave me alone... I hate it... ALL of it... And I hate you! Boys are better than girls! BOYS RULE!"

So Rachel began to masturbate him again... 'The Battle Of Langton Magna' had reached stage two, and so did the battle of the sexes there in the Club hut. After his second climax, Stephen was still defiant in the face of the girls... Whilst he was enjoying the sensation of orgasm, he just couldn't admit that girls were superior and in charge of him because he was a boy. Or at least he wouldn't. He couldn't handle the thought that girls were the supreme rulers of Langton Magna.

So Rachel began to diddle him for a third time... She and the girls had all day to make Stephen break for the first time... They weren't going to quit until he gave in...

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"Please stop... I don't like it... it hurts now..." Stephen pleaded, his voice breaking down as tears began to fall once more. "You're hurting me... please... not again!"

"Then will you agree to obey us like a good boy, and admit that girls are better?" Rachel asked him politely, eager to seal the deal and the completion of the first part of his education.

"Yes... <gasp> I will..." he blushed, ashamed at the realisation of his weakness, and ashamed at the feeling of having to give in to a girl... especially when he was feeling such curious and naughty things in his private parts. He was scared of the thought that boys might be weaker and inferior to girls after all... just like the girls were saying as they teased him. Maybe it was true... He hoped that it wasn't... He didn't know if he could cope with thoughts like that... It went against everything he had been faced with so far in his life. The nurture that the human male dominated.

"Then say it..." Rachel commanded, a smile of knowing victory on her face as she made a boy crumple and give in... just like the book told her he would. "Tell the girls..."

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"I'll obey girls... Mmmmghhhh... I'll obey you... all of you... I will. Ohhhhh god... Girls rule... Please! Please, stop! I can't take it... Not again!"

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"And what else? Admit it to the girls!"

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"Oh god... G-girls are better than... boys..." he sobbed... "I admit it... I admit it... please! Girls are better than boys!"

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"Awwww, good boy!" Rachel beamed with victory. "It's so true Stephen... and we're going to show you lots and lots of reasons why girls are better and why girls rule... but not today..." And with that, the older girl continued her masturbation of him, despite getting what she wanted and making him agree to obey and say what she wanted to hear from him...

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"Nooooo! Please stop... I can't take it... I'm begging you... <sob> Why won't you stop? <sob> You promised to stop..." He was crying again.

"No, I didn't promise anything... Anyway, it's fun playing with you... isn't it girls?"

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"Please! Stop..." his protests weakened as his sobbing continued. His tell tale hip thrusts betrayed him... trying to get himself over the line again... but was it out of heightened arousal? Or merely just trying to get it finished so he could go home?

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"Not yet... I know this is hard for you... with you being a little nudie boy and surrounded by all these gorgeous girls. So I'm going to give you that nice feeling again, my treat! <giggle> Seeing as you've finally come round to admitting that us girls are better..."

"Nooo! Stop it! Stop touching me... <sob, sniffle> I want to go home..."

"Just as soon as I've made it feel nice for you again... Ask me nicely to make you feel good..."

"Oh god... Nggghhhhh, I can't take it... you're hurting my willy... <sob> Pl-please make it feel good... Mmmmmm..."

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"You will address me properly Stephen... As a boy, you must call me Miss Rachel... got it?"

"Aggghhh... yeah... errrrm, Miss Rachel... <sob> Ohhhh... Mmmmm... help me... <sniffle> Please make it feel good..."

"Very well..." with that, Rachel began to masturbate him with her tightest grip yet, drawing his foreskin back fully into place snugly behind the corona of his glans...
"This time, when you feel good... when you feel that your willy is exploding with indescribable joy at the hands of a girl again... I want you to say 'boys are slaves to girls, forever...' Or we'll start all over again... and I'll let all the other girls do it to you as well before we let you go..."

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"Oh god... I can't take it... <sniffle... sob> Mmmmm.... ohhhhh god!" With that, Stephen climaxed again... this time gasping and panting, wriggling on top of the toy chest as much as his restraints would permit... and he said it as his glans throbbed with sexually charged feelings of climax... "Boys... are slaves... to girls... f-forever... Miss Rachel... Boys are slaves to g-g-girls... forever... Ohhhh mmmm, nnngghghhhhh... godddd!"

"Good boy... that looked so sweet," Rachel said softly, her breathing ragged with her own exertion and excitement. "You'll always remember the day that Miss Rachel made you obey for the first time, won't you? <gasp> You'll always remember the day that Miss Rachel made your willy feel good... hmmmm?"

"Y-yes... <sniffle> Miss Rachel..." he sobbed in defeat as his breathing slowly returned to normal, the last of his sexual spasms waning.

"Do you want to be part of our club now you know we can make you feel good like that?"

"No way... you're all horrible... I'm never coming back here... and I'm telling mum on you Josie... all of you... I'll tell her about that magazine and... <sob> and you'll get a spanking on your bare arse and-"

"Shhhhh, Stephen..." Josie giggled at her brother. "Mum already knows that you're here with us today... She knows all about the Club, so I'm afraid that mummy won't be surprised or upset about what you think you want to tell her... I mean, would you really tell mum or anyone else that you let yourself be stripped naked by a bunch of 'weakling girls' and then let them tie you to a toy chest and allow them to play with your willy? I don't think so... So it won't be me that gets a bare bottom spanking will it? It will be you for telling tales! Are you prepared to run that risk?"

"Liar... you're lying... You wait..." the boy protested feeling his lip penis rest against the top of his naked pubis.

"I think you'll want to come back. It's true what Josie said, this is just what happens in Langton Magna... Girls rule, and boys obey... And of course, can you imagine how life would be for you when Suzanne gets her photographs developed... Photos of you tied naked to the toy chest... while a girl plays with your little willy? You don't want those going around school do you? Or going to all your cousins, and friends? Maybe we'll have them published in a book in the Weltby library for ALL the girls to see you..."

"Stop it! You wouldn't dare!"

"Try it on, if you don't believe us... you'll soon learn..." Rachel threatened with logical menace. "All you have to do is come back tomorrow, and we can let you join... Look, you're quite lucky really that us girls want you to join us as a junior member. I mean, where else are you going to go to get that nice, juicy feeling in your willy, hmmmm? All boys like that feeling... So, you will come back tomorrow, won't you?"

"Y-yes..." he meekly replied, dreading ever having to set eyes on any of these girls again.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... Miss Rachel..."

"That's better... Stephanie..."

"Huh? I'm a BOY! I'm Stephen, not Stephanie..." he gasped at being called by a girl's name.

"We'll see... <giggle> Now, we're done with you for today... We'll let you go now so you can go away and think about, boyish things..." As Rachel began to unfasten the restraints holding the naked boy captive, she continued, "But here's a word of advice... Make sure you're spotlessly clean tomorrow... Girls don't like smelly willies..."

Blushing scarlet, Stephen got dressed and made a hurried exit from the hut. As he left and began to run away, he could hear the fading cheering and hollering that the girls were making in celebration of what they had just done to him.

Of course, in his mind, he didn't believe that girls were better than boys, and certainly didn't believe that boys should obey girls and be their slaves. Limited by the blackmail of Suzanne's photos, and kind of seduced a little bit at the sensation of orgasm, Stephen convinced himself that it was okay to go back to the Club the next day and play along, even though he didn't believe any of it. He thought he could beat the girls all on his own...

So, Stephen resolved to attend the club and resist the challenges on his masculinity. He resolved not to be clean the next time he went. He thought maybe the girls would get bored of having a dirty boy... However, he wasn't quite prepared for the humiliations of the invasive, intimate inspection that the girls would start to subject him to from the following day...

Stephen's defiance was such that he would soak up the spanking punishments for failed inspections, even those given by the nine year old twins, Elizabeth and Alison. Elizabeth with the lisp, even spanking his penis with the ruler.

It was horrible, but he was trying to be brave, to show the girls that he was a boy, proud to be a boy and certainly not to be cowed by the girls. His resolve was faltering, but time after time, he presented himself with a dirty penis. Ultimately, the girls lost patience and they ratcheted up his punishment in the autumn of 1985... They convinced his mother that his repeated laziness in the cleansing care of his penis should be dealt with by circumcision...

"Please mummy!" Stephen cried, standing up in the bath with a giggling Caroline and Suzanne having given him his bath all watched by his mother and older sister. His penis was skinned back like a rabbit, tingling and erect in salute of the two girls who had just cleansed him. "I'll obey girls... <sob> please don't do it to me... please don't make me be circumcised... I don't want it... <sob> Mummy... I'm sorry... not my willy mummy... PLEASE! <sob>"

"Awww Stephanie, don't cry," Caroline smiled at him with satisfaction. The panic in his eyes, the realisation of just what power the girls actually had over boys... It was life changing... "It's just a little cut... and you'll be all better... Like we showed you in the book... it'll look a lot neater... won't it?"

"And even better, you'll be able to keep clean, just like a girl..." Suzanne added menacingly. "Lots of boys struggle to do what comes easy for girls down there to keep clean... But getting circumcised will help make it easier for you... you should thank us really that we care so much about your health and welfare..."

"Noooo! <sob> Please mummy, don't let them cut me... I'll obey girls, I promise... I can be clean like a girl... I know it... I can show you... One more chance mummy! Please <sob>... I know that girls are better than boys... mummy! I admit it... girls are better than boys! Please... don't let them hurt my willy... <sob>"

Despite many heartfelt protestations and promises to obey without question, that he would take proper care of his penis from then on, circumcision was the only answer for his mother.

"If nothing else Stephanie," his mother admonished him and using his 'girl name,' waving away his protests. "You will serve as an example for any boy moving to this village that dirtiness and poor basic hygiene will not be tolerated by any females here. Both the girls, and I have given you more chances than would normally be deemed reasonable, so I'm afraid that your crocodile tears and your belated understanding that females are the superior sex do not wash with me... It's the snip for you son... It's the only way to be sure..."

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"The worst bit about it was," Stephen said to me, looking directly into my eyes, "Emma's mum performed the circumcision on me... A woman... being allowed to cut off my foreskin..."

"Emma's mum?" I gasped with shock. "But... she's a vet... not a doctor..."

"Well, apparently veterinary surgeons are more qualified than real doctors... So my mum says anyway..." Stephen lamented quietly. "And it was done in her surgery here in Langton Magna... on the very table that cats and dogs get things done to their privates too..."

"Oh my god!" I gasped again, genuinely sorry for him.

"Uh-huh... and Rachel, Emma, Josie and Natasha were allowed to watch too... That was horrible... So painful... Even with anaesthetic gas, it was uncomfortable when I felt the knife cut me... It was painful... I cried for hours after... the pain, the shame... Seeing the girls watching it happen too... I didn't know whether I could ever face those girls again... especially Natasha... And when the bandages came off, and I saw just how ugly my penis was... I was heartbroken... If only I'd have agreed to obey the girls from the start... and agreed that boys were the weaker sex... If only I hadn't tried to prove that boys are b-better than... <sniff>"

He started to get tearful and the only thing I could think of was to drop my stuff and take him in my arms again... I hugged him tight, like best friends should...

"Shhhh, you don't have to say any more..." I whispered to him, holding him close in that tight hug. I felt the warmth of his body as it jerked a couple of times with his quiet crying. This boy had been to hell and back and a lot more bumpy a ride than I had experienced so far. And that was saying something.

When I let him go, he stood looking at me, a familiar tear trickling down his cheek. It was just like we were back in the hut, me about to kiss 'Stephanie' that first time. I reached out and wiped the tear from his cheek.

"Th-thank you <sniff>," Stephen said, trying to smile. "I'm such a cry-baby now..."

"No problem... you're my friend now, and we're both boys... We'll get through this, I promise you... You can tell me anything... I won't be mad or laugh at you... And you can ask me anything too... I won't keep secrets from you... Best friends?"

"Sure..." he finally smiled, wiping his other eye dry himself and then straightening his cap.

"Meet you here at nine thirty tomorrow then Stephen..." I said softly. "For Star Wars..."

"Roger that!" he smiled back brightly. I went to hug him again and then thought better of it, so I reached out with my hand ready to shake his... He giggled at my sudden shyness to hug him, and held out his hand too. We shook hands... firm, and warm... A new friend found... and an instant bond.

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Phillip White will return in Part 5 of The Village - The Home Truths.

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