[MasterBilly]

Hi, my name is Peter, Pete usually; I have always been a bit of a loner. I do not completely isolate myself from the rest of the world, I still love playing football and stuff, but I sometimes find myself drifting off on my own. This may have something to do with the fact that I am an only child, and mum left home when I was 6. Since then I was brought up by my dad. He has had the occasional girlfriend, but now it was just us 2 again. I am 14, in Year 9, and have bright red hair. My hair colour was not something that I was particularly concerned about until puberty hit; yes I got called a few names, but never anything upsetting. But when my hair started to grow downstairs I started to become acutely aware of it, especially after PT at school and all the boys had to share a shower! It was never an issue with other people until.....
I was playing in the local park, nothing much just on my own throwing a golf ball and seeing how far I could throw it. There was an old lady walking her dog along the near hedge and in the far corner, just outside the railings by the wood, there were 3 girls; other than that the park was empty. I managed to throw the ball about a ¼ of the way across the park, another throw and I was nearly ½ way a 3rd and a 4th throw and I had virtually reached the girls. I knew them off course, Sally Hainsworth, Becky Smith and Lucy Johnson; all in year 8. I shouted across a couple off insults which they ignored, they were all fairly quiet types who would not be drawn into confrontation as such they made easy targets, or so I thought.
All three were concentrating on their mobile phone whilst talking quietly to each other, so I threw the golf ball through the railings at them and ‘Bullseye’ it hit Becky on the bum.
Becky looked across. “Fuck off Peter,” she shouted and glared at me, a reaction, great!
Sally replied without looking up. “Aw just ignore him Becks!” It seemed to calm Becky down because she looked away and concentrated on her phone again.
My golf ball was now through the railings and about two feet past Becky Smith, so rather than jumping over I slid down onto my backside and tried to slip one leg through the railing to hook my ball back. I got my foot around the ball and kicked it about 8 inches back to me; I also gave Becky a kick on the back of the leg for the hell of it.
“Piss off Peter.”
Great, another reaction! So I gave her another kick. With that she glared at me and then booted my golf ball about 2 yards away meaning I would have to climb over to get it, bitch! So with that I did what any 14 year old would do and gave her a bloody good hard kick!
“Ouch,” she yelped jumping back.
Lucy jumped down and grabbed my left leg. “Come on girls let’s get him.”
I struggled and tried to pull back, but lying on the ground I did not have a lot of grip. Becky and Sally fought to grab my right ankle, shit I was now in trouble. Three girls had hold of my legs through the railing with each leg at either side of a particular post.
“Drag him through as hard as we can,” shouted Becky, they did. I tried to grab hold of grass instinctively to stop them but to no avail. As my balls hit the railing I cried out in agony. The girls pushed me back and then rammed me into the bar again.
“No please stop, it’s hurting please.”
“You didn’t mind when you hurt Becky.”
“Yes, this is different.”
They did not push me back this time but they were pulling my legs ultimately my groin into the bar as hard as they could. “Please stop, please.”
“Alright then we’ll stop if you promise not to struggle.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked suspiciously.
“Just tie your boot laces together that’s all,” replied Lucy.
“No fucking way.....ah, ouch please no,” as the pulling recommenced. “Okay you can do it, I won’t struggle.”
I watched as they undid both laces before tying them together, it seemed to take a while as all three of them crowded around blocking my view, sniggering and whispering to each other, before dropping my feet down and backing off, clearly pleased with their work.
As I reached forward to try to untie my lace I was swearing and cursing every one of them, threatening to wreak vengeance for the rest of their miserable lives, which would not be long if I had my way! I looked up as I heard sniggering, they were actually laughing at me. Worse they all had their mobile phones out and they were videoing my situation! This was not right, they were only girls and a year younger than me. They should be frightened of me. Frightened of what I might do to them. Suddenly I started to feel embarrassed, I realised that they had tied several knots in my laces and pulled really tight; also I was wearing ankle boots, no chance of kicking them off. It was going to take quite some time to untie these bastards and all the time I was being recorded. I was picking at the knot the best could, I heard the girls whispering to each other before Becky and Lucy scrambled over the railings. As I said I was on the inside corner, Sally proceeded round the outside corner and retrieved a ball of string from her handbag. Suddenly Becky and Lucy grabbed an arm each and pinned them down on the grass above my head. Because of the restrictions of my feet tied together and both my arms held down I was in no position to fight back. Slowly the girls forced my arms round to the right towards Sally, who was reaching through the railings with her string. I knew what they intended and went mad, throwing my body around and swearing at the bitches, but to no avail. All I achieved was to exhaust myself, there were simply too many of them. I watched in vain as Sally first pulled my right arm through the railing and tied it up with string before repeating with my left arm and finally tying my wrists together. I was now tied up forming a triangle at the corner of the railings.
Now the girls were simply in their element, I could not do a thing as they videoed me on their mobiles, recording my humiliation for their future pleasure no doubt. After about 5 minutes they started to get bored and started talking amongst themselves, then I heard the bombshell. “What colour underpants do you think he’s wearing Becks,” asked Lucy.
“Dunno, red I s’pose, you?”
“Blue,” replied Lucy.
“You Sally?”
“Er don’t really know,” Sally seemed less sure of herself in this environment, a bit more timid. I may be able to use that and get her to help me I contemplated. “Green I’ll go for.”
“Well,” Lucy stated kneeling down next to me. “There’s only one way to find out.” With that she preceded to undo the button of my jeans before, very slowly, drawing the zip down and finally my jeans. Not stopping at the thighs she slowly dragged them right down to my ankles. “Purple,” we’re all wrong girls.”
I was furious, livid. “RIGHT STOP NOW YOU FUCKING PERVERTS, UNTIE ME NOW YOU FUCKING SLUT CUNTS, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FUCKING WHORES,” yanking my arms and ankles, totally ignoring the pain on my wrists. After about 30 seconds the red mist settled and I started to calm down, those fucking bitches were still recording me, when I got myself out of this I would fucking kill them, but for the moment reason started to take hold. “Okay girls, you’ve had your fun, now untie me.”
“Yeah sure, but you have to beg us to first.”
“No fucking way, just untie me.”
“No, not until you beg us to.”
There was no way I was going to do that! “Look girls, I’ve got to be home by 7, dads going out,” it was a lie, but it might work. “If I’m not back I’ll be in the shit! You’ve had a laugh, but you’ve got to help me now!”
“In that case you had better start begging Peter Perfect,” teased Lucy.
“Just untie me,” I snarled.
“Here Becks, can you record me playing with his nipples?” Lucy passed across her phone before tugging up my t-shirt and then straddled my stomach. She pulled t-shirt right up covering my face, then I felt her finger nails lightly scratching my nipples. I was of course a virgin and no one had ever touched me there. I felt humiliated and degraded that younger girls could humiliate me like this, but the feeling on my nipples was completely strange. I cannot say that I actually enjoyed it. But it was like light electric pulses shooting off from them. I stopped thinking about the humiliation of the situation, I could only think of this up until now unique sensation on my nipples. The nipple stroke was constant; the electric pulses from my nipples were going straight up to my brain. It was not arousing, but it was doing something to me. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. Suddenly Lucy stopped and then started tickling under my armpits; I was extremely ticklish and could not stand it. I was writhing and wriggling about, giggling and begging her to stop. When she eventually got tired of that she returned to the nipple stroking. I still couldn’t get my head around the nipple play and the sensations it was sending to my brain. Becky mentioned how my nipples were becoming erect, to which all the girls started laughing.
“He’s enjoying it.”
“It’s turning him on.”
This only embarrassed me even more, I had heard that women’s nipples became erect when they were aroused, but that did not happen to boys did it? Anyway, I was not aroused, just humiliated! The nipple stroke continued, after a while she took each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain; harder and the pain intensified. I finally agreed to beg them to untie me. I was lying there begging to 3 girls younger than me to untie me! The humiliation reached another level as I could not believe what I was being made to do.
Once I had finished begging Lucy pulled the t-shirt over my arms and up to the string tying my wrists together. I realised, as sunlight hit my eyes, that the girls had been videoing me begging and they insisted on me begging 4 more times, all the while I was been recorded. Finally after I had begged 5 times in total, Becky and Lucy knelt down on one arm each as Lucy cut the string, removed the t-shirt completely and then retied the string, tying my arms back up again.
“You bitches, I did as you asked, why haven’t you untied me?”
“We did untie you,” replied Lucy. “Then we removed your top, then we tied you back up again, simples,” said Lucy grinning with her hands upturned at chest level. I had been tricked, and felt even worse.
I completely lost my temper and started swearing and cursing at all the girls, all they did laugh at me and carry on recording it all on their phones. I was becoming desperate now, when was this going to end and what were they going to do next.
“Do you think he’s a natural redhead?” asked Lucy turning to her friends.
“Yeah must be,” replied Becky.
“Of course,” replied Sally simultaneously.
I could not understand what they were getting at as Lucy turned to the other two. “How do you think we are going to prove it?” Sally didn’t say a thing whilst Becky just shrugged her shoulders smiling.
“Well the only thing I can think of is to pull his undies down to check his pubic hair,” stated Lucy.
Becky giggled at this; I was stunned; surely they weren’t going to do this. Lucy grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of my underpants and started pulling. They weren’t really going to do it, no. I knew they weren’t, they were just trying to scare me.
Sally pulled my underpants down revealing slowly my pubic hair and then my penis to the other two girls. Once below my scrotum she gave them a yank and pulled them right down to my ankles. At this point I just broke down and started crying, I started crying in front of three girls.
Once my tears had dried up I looked up and saw that Lucy was still videoing me, focusing alternatively from my groin area, to my tear stained face and back to my groin. Becky had put her phone away, I think she realised that Lucy was going too far, Sally meanwhile was about 100 yards away and making her way up the park. She obviously did not want anything more to do with this. I started shouting at the two girls again, but Lucy just carried on videoing me, I was furious but I knew I had to calm down or things would get much worse. Lucy started focusing on my cock and balls again, she took hold of my penis and peeled the foreskin back and focused her phone on it. I went mad again, but Lucy just carried on videoing me. I broke down again and started crying again, through my tears I could see Lucy focusing on my face, videoing me crying, a younger girl videoing me crying whilst virtually naked. After a while my tears dried up and I got my breath back. I still could not believe what was happening to me.
Lucy started to ask about my wank habits, I of course refused to answer, she asked again and I refused again. She then reached down and placed her left hand around my scrotum and squeezed just enough to cause pain. I realised I had to say something, so I told her what I was prepared to without going into too many details.
“I would love to see you wank!”
“No fucking way,” I replied stunned.
“How about I hide your clothes until you agree!”
“No,” there was no way on the planet that I was prepared to masturbate in front of her.
With that Lucy sat on my ankles and began untying my bootlaces, once she had got them off she removed my socks followed by my jeans and purple underpants. “Back in a mo,” she called as she climbed over the railings and ran into the woods with all my clothes, including the t-shirt. I just lay there, stark naked, hands still bound through the railings above my head, staring at Becky. Becky for her part just stood there staring at my knob with half a smile on her face.
Lucy returned a couple of minutes later. “Okay Peter how about it, are you going to wank for us or are we going to leave you here?”
“No! There is no way on God’s earth I’m doing that!”
“Fair enough, come on Becks let’s go,” with that the two of them walked very slowly away from me towards the top of the park.
I remained silent at first and then panic started to creep in. “No please no don’t leave me, please no, please untie me,” then when I received no response. “I am begging you please, I beg of you don’t leave me here, I beg you!” They were getting further away so I had to raise my voice. “I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME HERE, I BEG YOU TO UNTIE ME PLEASE.” They were now getting out of earshot; if they did not untie me then who would and when? I may be stuck here for an hour or more before anybody else saw me, most probably other children, who would almost certainly want to abuse me further, I still would not know exactly where my clothes were, they would also have mobile phones then my image would soon be on the internet and going viral. If I could just keep this between me Lucy and Becky and get my clothes back. “OKAY,” I shouted. “I WILL DO IT!”
Becky remained were she was as Lucy came walking back. “Have you something to say Peter?”
“Yes, I will do it.”
“Do what?”
“I will do what you ask.”
“What will you do?” Lucy asked raising her eyebrows in a quizzical manner.
I knew she wanted me to say it, it was obviously part of my humiliation to be made to say what I was about to do, but it was going to be difficult. “I will .....er...erm...masturbate.”
“You mean you will wank?”
“Yes.”
“Well, say it then.”
“I will wank,” I managed to say it quicker this time, though I could feel my eyes starting to well up in the corners with the shame of it all.
“Why are you going to wank Peter?”
“Because you are making me,” I replied looking away.
“No Peter, you are going to do it for mine and Becky’s amusement okay!”
“Yes.” I replied.
“Well then you thick twat, let’s hear you say it.”
“I will wank myself off for your and Becky’s amusement,” tears were now, once again, running down my face.
Lucy knelt down beside me and squeezed my balls in her hand, enough to cause pain but not absolute agony, I gasped out audibly. “If you even think of double crossing me and running off without wanking and I catch you, me and Becky will hold you down and I will squeeze these until they bleed. Even if I don’t catch you I will put every incriminating photo and video of you on a website and send everyone I know, including your family, the link; understand?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
Getting up she shouted across to her friend. “COME ON BECKY, HE’S GOING TO DO IT,” before kneeling down to untie my wrists.
I looked at her and tried to get something out of the deal, to try and restore what little dignity I had I suppose. ”If I do it you have to promise to give me my clothes back.”
Lucy looked down at me and smiled. “Yeah, sure Peter.”
“No a real promise, no messing with me this time.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she said sincerely, getting up and crossing her heart at the same time. I was not completely convinced, bit I did not have a lot of choice. I sat up rubbing my wrists, as much to waste time and try and put off the inevitable as to get blood back into them, Lucy had me sussed. “Stop delaying Peter and get to work!”
I looked up at her, a thought occurred to me. “No videoing, you are not allowed to record me doing it.”
Lucy stepped across my left leg with her left foot, moved it up gently lifting my balls. “We will not be recording it, fucking hell we haven’t even got our phone out. Now for the very last time start wanking.”
I was still hoping they would not make me go through with it, I would probably have to do 5 or 6 strokes but hopefully they would call stops after that, this was after all sexual abuse now, obviously a very serious business. I looked up; Lucy was clearly enjoying this whilst Becky was looking quizzical. I suppose she was wondering if I would go through with it, not that I had a lot of choice, one slight movement of Lucy’s left foot I would be in agony, possibly ruined for life.
I swallowed hard, knelt down and started. It was slow work as I just could not get aroused, sometimes I found that stroking my balls with my left hand helped, but I definitely was not prepared to do that with an audience. It is strange the thoughts that went through my mind bearing in mind the situation. I had masturbated in front of someone before, on three occasions. But that was when he was doing the same thing sat next to me, either in his bedroom or mine. Never just stood watching and NEVER outside in broad daylight. I could not bring myself to make eye contact with Becky and Lucy so I just concentrated on the job in hand, so to speak. Eventually of course I did become hard, it took a while, but I found myself becoming stiffer and then slowly, I gained a fully erect penis.
How on earth did I manage to get myself into this position, I was just throwing a golf ball across the park. Okay, so I threw it at 3 girls, but I did not deserve this. Why me, what was so bad about me as a person? It wasn’t fair, it just was not fair!
I looked up at my tormentors and to my utter shock and disbelieve Lucy had taken her phone out and was recording the whole thing! I snapped, jumping up and trying to cover my dignity with my left hand, I made a grab for her phone. She instantly put it in her jeans pocket and tried to hold me off, but she had gone too far this time. I grabbed her, threw her to the ground and pulled her hair back.
“Give me that fucking phone now you bitch.” I tugged her hair further, I knew I was causing her pain and careless of my own modesty I placed my spare hand around her throat and squeezed hard, she coughed and spluttered in pain and I knew I was only moments from victory and she would have to hand over her phone. At that moment I felt the most intense pain of my entire life, she had somehow managed to get a free hand onto my scrotum and she dug her fingernails in for all she was worth. It was pure agony! I instantly let go of her and rolled into the foetal position, screaming for my life. She let go and stood back. The wind had been completely knocked out of me and it was several minutes before I could even open my eyes. I was shaking and crying like a baby and Lucy was recording the whole thing.
“Nice try Peter you wanker. Wanker by name, wanker by nature! Now get back to it.”
“Please Lucy, you can’t do this, please.....” I was still in pain.
“I can and I am, you know the procedure. Foreskin back, foreskin forward, repeat until eruption.” She was still recording.
“Please,” I was on the verge of begging again now. “I can’t let you video me...er .....,” I could not even bring myself to say the word.
“Look Peter it’s your choice, either you tug yourself off for my amusement and get your clothes back. Or you walk home naked and I show the photos and videos I’ve taken to all your mates. I’ve already got about 5 minutes of you wanking, so you won’t be hiding anything.”
It was a fair point. It was also Hobson’s Choice, I had no option. I readopted the kneeling position and started again, with again a flaccid penis.
It took even longer this time, if it was humiliating having two young girls watching this ordeal, it was far worse having it recorded for posterity. I suddenly realised the potential of what Lucy was doing, far later than it should have taken me. “What are you going to do with that recording?”
“Well if you don’t shut up, sort yourself out and shoot your load soon then I will pass it around your mates. So shut the fuck up, stop whinging and carry on wanking.”
Being spoken to like that by a girl in the year below me hurt like hell, but with what she now had on me I could not do anything else but carry on.
I tried to think of every erotic fantasy I could in order to get it over with but it was hard work, I glanced up at the girls. Lucy was grinning in pure delight whilst pointing her phone at me, Becky on the other hand was staring at me with a look of sheer disgust. That hit home, it really did. Here was I, a 14 year old, being made to masturbate, stark naked, outdoors, by two 13 year old girls, whilst being filmed and heaven only knows what they intended to do with the film afterwards. I started to cry, not out loud, but tears were streaming down my face and I began to lose my erection. Noooo, at this rate it would take over an hour to shoot and by that time who knows how many people would be watching. This was a public park; I was surprised that we had not drawn the attentions of others by now. I steeled myself and found some inner resolve, forgetting the girls were there I concentrated on my favourite fantasy involving three lesbians. With my left hand I started to lightly caress my ball sac. Within a few minutes I could feel myself building up, yes I was about to cum, my pace quickened, my entire dome was covered with pre-cum and I reached the edge.
“Ooh ar....arrrh.....ah...oh,” I dropped my left hand to the tip of my knob and shot my entire load into my hand. I just looked at it for a while before looking up at the girls and yes, Lucy was still recording it. I looked back down at my cum covered hand, reason started to take over and I wiped my hand clean on the grass.
“Okay I did what you wanted now can I have my clothes back?” as I stood up, it still hurt being nice to them, but I knew the score, or at least I was learning the score fast and I was not winning!
“Yeah sure,” said Lucy giggling. “Be back in a mo, come on Becks,” with that both girls climbed back over the railings and into the woods leaving me on my own to reflect.
A couple of minutes later they reappeared about 50 yards down the railings with my clothes, throwing them over the railings to my side. “Here you are 'Carrot-top', you can get dressed now if you want,” with that the pair of them scarpered.
I ran across to my clothes, finally relieved that at last the entire ordeal seemed to be coming to an end. Naturally I went to put my underpants on first, but they were not there. I went through my entire clothes again and everything was there apart from my underpants. Shit the twats had run off with them! I got dressed as quickly as I could, going commando for the first time in my life and made my way home, just trying to forget everything that I had been through.