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Old 03-19-2011, 07:08 PM   #5
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Greg suddenly woke up. He found himself sitting straight up in bed, the room was dark and he had no idea what time it was. Slowly he came to his senses again and began to realize that he had had a terrible nightmare. It was about…. well, he knew there were girls involved and he shuddered involuntarily. Yes, now the dream came back to him: he and Paul had been beaten by some really tiny girls that had even been able to defeat them at arm wrestling! Incredible! He shook his head in despair. This whole affair was going from bad to worse. He looked at the bed beside him. Paul seemed to have some bad dream too, because he was breathing heavily. Suddenly Paul gave a cry and also sat straight up in bed. "Wake up, Paul. It’s all right," Greg hushed to his brother. Paul looked rather bewildered at him and then seemed to realise where he was. "I had a terrible dream, "he said. "Two tiny girls gave us the beating of our life. Eventually we had to write down that girls are in every respect superior to males. It was horrifying!"

Greg was not surprised to find out that his brother had dreamt about the same things as he had. The two brothers had noticed that, since they had been so utterly humiliated by their nieces, they were growing more and more attached to each other and often shared the same thoughts and feelings. They sometimes even slept in the same bed now, if one of them felt really, really bad. At this moment Greg felt really, really bad, so he held up his blanket in an invitation to his brother, who was all too eager to accept. Paul, only wearing female briefs which the boys were forced to wear by the girls, stepped out of his bed and slid into that of his brother. Silently the two devastated males lay down for a while, their faces turned toward each other. "Greg" whispered Paul, " I cannot cope with this situation much longer. It is eating me up deep inside me. I don’t know who or what I am any more." He started to cry. Greg pulled his younger brother towards him and held him in his arms. He felt the warm, strong male body of his brother and began to wonder about the effect it had on him. For sure, he had never been attracted to males before. But his feelings had changed since this awesome story with the girls had begun. He realised that the submission to the two females had very deep implications. And his brother seemed to undergo the same process, because he suddenly felt the hard-on of his brother poking against his belly.

They had never done that kind of things before with each other. Greg and Paul were at a very young age already attracted to girls and to girls alone. But that part of their sexuality seemed not so clear any more now. Greg hugged the sobbing body of Paul and slowly let his hand dwell towards the erect cock of his brother. He caressed the precious thing for a while. "It looks as if this is the only thing of our maleness that is left to us," he thought. He felt that his own cock had swollen too. He pressed it against the left thigh of his brother and sighed. For a while the two boys were able to forget their misery in a secret but exciting play between themselves.

Afterwards they lay silent for some time. "Can’t we go back home earlier, Greg? Can’t we sneak out of the house tomorrow morning and go back home and forget everything?" Paul asked in a whispering voice. "Never" said Greg firmly. He had gained some self-consciousness again. "We would never be able to live normal lives any more if we cannot deal with this awful situation. We have to regain male domination, we HAVE to, do you hear?" He spoke rather loud now, as if to reassure not only his brother but also as if he didn’t mind if the two female cousins would hear him. "We have to make plans, you know" and his voice sank into a whisper when he began to talk to his brother about what he intended to do the next day. After a while the boys fell asleep in each other arms, smiling.

The next morning they were taken by surprise by their two female vixens, who came bursting into their bedroom. Because of the heat of the summer day, which was very notable even at this early hour, the two young stern girls were only dressed in tiny navy blue bikini’s, which barely covered their sprouting female curves. When Susan and Sandra saw the two almost naked boys lying in the same bed, holding each other, they cheered and gave each other high fives. They considered it an act of humiliation that these two strong males had to seek refuge in each other arms for their two little female cousins. They pulled down the sheets and told Greg and Paul that they had to walk around in their female briefs for the rest of the day. Then the two slender girls each took place at one side of the bed and looked the frightened boys straight in the eyes. "Keep your arms alongside your bodies", ordered Susan. The boys knew they had to comply. Then the two girls counted to three and at three punched their tiny fists into the balls of the two strong male cousins. Their bodies convulsed at the stroke and they gave a loud shout of almost unendurable pain. "Come on. Get up, we want to play some more with you this day," Sandra said when the two girls left the room, giggling, and leaving the two shattered boys alone in their humiliation and agony.

When the boys came down to have breakfast (wearing only their briefs as the girls had ordered) they noticed that aunt Margaret had left already for the office. They sighed. This meant that the torture would start right away today, instead of having some half-hour of relative quietness. The two girls looked gleefully at the strong, muscular bodies of their male cousins. They were still very proud of themselves that they had beaten such athletic males into submission. They knew that these two magnificent species of the male sex had to obey them in every way, and that there was no sign left of their former male pride. So they ordered Greg to come and sit on Susan’s lap and Paul on Sandra’s, and they began to treat the two almost grown-up young men as if they were very small children. They would even feed them little pieces of food, which the boys were not allowed to put into their mouth themselves, but had to accept out of the hands of their female cousins. Sandra saw tears in the eyes of Paul and could not help smiling.

While Sandra was feeding Paul with her right hand, she had laid down her left hand teasingly very high on his muscular naked left thigh. She softly stroked his inner thigh and slowly progressed upward. When she reached the edge of his briefs, she saw from the corner of her eye the inevitable reaction in Paul’s trousers. Suddenly she took hold of his swollen cock and gave it a nasty twitch. Paul gave a loud scream because of the sudden pain and fell from Sandra’s lap onto the ground. Sandra and Susan died of laughter. Greg was standing up and hurried towards his brother to help him up. But Susan took hold of his briefs from behind, pulled them down to his knees and gave him a push, so that Greg fell to the ground next to his brother. His nose started bleeding again en he felt rather dizzy. "When you two have pulled yourselves together, you can start doing the dishes. We’ll wait for you guys in the backyard in about half an hour," shouted the girls as they walked out of the backdoor, waving their asses as if to accentuate their femaleness. The two beaten brothers looked at each other, lying on the floor in once more utter humiliation. "Plan A," said Greg, "definitely plan A."

Plan A was in fact rather simple, but that may well have been the reason of its success. The two boys waited until Sandra and Susan were separated from each other in the garden. As Sandra was closest to the house, Paul came out towards her and called to her that Greg had broken a pile of dishes and what they should do with the fragments? Sandra, eager to punish the unfortunate boy, walked into the house with Paul right behind her. When she entered the kitchen, Greg came quickly towards her, mumbling faint excuses. Before Sandra was aware of any danger, Paul grabbed her arms from behind and lifted her up from the floor. Greg took both her dangerous legs in his hands. She was immobilised and could only loudly cry out for Susan. The boys had expected this; in fact it was part of their plan to lure Susan into the house. They had prepared some ropes and so they quickly bound Sandra’s hands and feet together and then laid her down on top of the kitchen table. By the time Susan rushed into the kitchen, Paul and Greg waited each on one side of the door. Susan’s attention was for a fatal moment diverted towards the situation her sister was in, and that moment gave the boys the opportunity to throw a blanket over her head. They pulled her down to the floor.

Susan desperately tried to throw off the blanket, but the two boys simply held the corners pinned down to the floor (to their surprise they both had to apply their full weight to hold the girl down) and waited until the struggling girl got tired. Susan understood their tactics, so after a while she stopped struggling and lay down under the blanket in anxious anticipation. Now the boys did a nasty thing. Greg quietly released the blanket with his right hand and grabbed a heavy saucepan. Carefully he felt for the position of Susan’s head under the blanket and when he had found it, he gave an awful stroke with the saucepan on the poor girl’s head. Luckily the blanket between the pan and Susan’s head was quite thick, otherwise the blow could have easily smashed her head to pieces. But even now the blow was severe enough to put her into oblivion. Quickly the two boys lifted the blanket and bound Susan the same way as her sister. Then they towed the two immobilised bodies of the girls to the living room and attached them each to a leg of the dining table.

Greg and Paul could hardly believe that their plan had been so successful! They kept on staring at the two subdued girls, as if they expected them to throw off their bonds any moment now and give them a good thrashing again. Susan moved and regained her consciousness. Quickly she oversaw the situation and looked at her sister. Sandra had not been quite sure what to do so far, and was glad that Susan was back to take over. Susan smiled reassuringly to her sister. The boys looked a bit worried. It was clear that the girls couldn’t move at all in their present situation, but still they acted as if they were in full control. Greg decided that it was time to take revenge and to put their male dominance back in place where it belonged. "Now it is our turn, GIRLS! We’ll show you that it is really us, MEN, that should be the dominating sex." He tried to kick Susan in the ribs, but the agile girl quickly threw her body up in the air and away from his incoming foot, so that Greg’s leg moved futile in the air and, not meeting the weight he expected, he stumbled to the floor. Paul looked in awe at the tied-up Susan. It was clear that even when the girl was in this harmless state, he was still very much impressed by her. He involuntarily did a step away from her. Alas for him, it brought him into the range of the dangerous legs of Sandra. She hesitated no moment and with a mighty move of her strong limbs she swept the legs away from under Paul’s body. He fell heavily to the floor.

It was a strange sight: here were two tied-up girls who really could hardly move at all, but still they had brought both the boys down to the floor. Especially Paul had made a nasty fall; he remained sitting on the floor and stroked his aching wrist. Greg stood up slowly, not quite sure that he knew what was going on. "I think they have broken my wrist," cried Paul, "let them pay for it Greg, please, let them have it." Greg reacted instinctively to the voice of his brother and busted in on Susan. He bent down to do... yes, to do what? We will never know, because before he could do anything at all, Susan realised that the reckless boy had brought his groin within range of her deadly legs. So she hesitated no moment at all, but pulled her knees up with all her female power and felt them bury themselves in the dangling balls of her male adversary. She felt his balls being crushed between her knees and his pelvis. Greg’s eyes bulged out so far that she wouldn’t be surprised at all if they afterwards should be found rolling around the floor. The devastated boy had even no time to cry out this time, he could only make a soft sighing ‘ughhhhhhhhhh’ sound and then his aching body fell flat down on top of the girl. He would be counted out for some time, that was certain.

Susan was able to throw off the defeated male body from her own. What to do next? Sandra and herself were still tied up and the knots were not easily to be undone. Then the two conquering girls heard a noise in the hallway, the door was swept open and on the threshold there stood…. their mother! Aunt Margaret looked very surprised at what she saw in the living room. Because of the fine weather she had decided to take the rest of the day off and spent some time with the children. She also was very curious about what went on in the house when she was out, because she noticed a strange behaviour between her two daughters and their male cousins. She knew that they had been into a fight with each other, and that the males had come out of it quite damaged. But it seemed to her that it was not only a mere beating that the boys had had to suffer: it almost seemed as if the girls had achieved complete domination of the boys. Because she could hardly believe that to be possible, she was eager to learn how they behaved to each other when they were left alone. What she now saw before her eye was surpassing her wildest imagination. Her two little girls were tied up to the legs of the table. Undoubtedly the boys had been able to do that to them, so that would mean the males were back in control again. But when she looked at the two boys, Greg spread-eagled unconscious to the floor, Paul sitting in a corner, sobbing and caressing his apparently wounded wrist, it looked more like that the girls had been able to give them a good thrashing again, despite their immobility.

"Hi mom," Susan said," took the day off?" She looked quite in control despite her tied-up position. "Eh...yes", answered her mother, still looking around somewhat bewildered. "Let me untie you first" and she hastened towards them and untied the two lithe little girls. ‘Little’ they still were, although it seemed to her that her two daughters had grown a bit during the last days, as if their apparent growing self-consciousness had an effect on their bodily development. The girls stood up and rubbed their stiff wrists. Then they embraced their mother. Greg began to move. He groaned because the returning pain in his balls made him sharply aware of what had happened. He cupped his balls with both hands and began to back off from where he had been lying down. He was not aware of the presence of his aunt yet and thought it wise to keep a safe distance from where he thought his dangerous niece still was to be found. "Hi, Greg," his aunt said, who had watched him crawling for a while, "everything ok?" He startled at the unexpected voice and looked up. He gave a cry of surprise to see his aunt and then a cry of anguish when he saw his two nieces liberated again. One moment later the still almost unbearable pain in his testicles forced him to bend down again and cup his balls once more. Aunt Margaret could not help smiling a bit when she saw the powerful looking young male in such a humiliating position and to know that it had been her daughters who had been the cause of it. She found it erotically thrilling that the strong, muscled body of Greg (which she had secretly admired so very much during the last few days) was of no use at all for him now, and that he lay helplessly at her feet.

"Can anybody tell me what is going on here? " she asked in a stern voice. "Susan, Sandra, Greg, Paul? What did you do to yourselves when I was away?" "Well, the boys wanted to play with us," said Susan in her innocent high-pitched voice, "but I think we were a bit too rough for them, isn’t it Greg?" Greg backed off immediately when he noticed that his niece addressed him. "Don’t come near me, you evil bitch" he exclaimed. Aunt Margaret understood that the situation between the boys and the girls was very tense at the moment. She was not sure how to handle the situation. It was clear to her that the boys were humiliated too much by the girls and that their male pride was shattered to pieces. Maybe they could restore their pride in a new fight with the girls. Even she, both as a woman and as mother of the girls, could hardly believe that her two small daughters were able to beat the two larger and stronger boys in a regular fight. So if she would be the referee and look after the rules, the boys should be able to win and things could perhaps take a turn for the better then. "I think that, since both parties are guilty of treating the others in a nasty way, it would be best to fight it out once and for all, with me as referee. Nobody can accuse the others then of cheating," she exclaimed. Susan and Sandra looked at each other and nodded that they accepted the challenge. Greg and Paul on the contrary turned pale at the mere thought of having to compete again with their dreadful enemies. "Oh no," Greg said, "I will never fight them again, in fact I will never fight ANY girl again in my life. I have had enough of girl-power." He was trembling over his entire body. Paul just stood beside him, holding his limp wrist in his other hand. He looked very unhappy and not at all a ferocious fighter at the moment. The two little girls smiled at each other gleefully, and it looked as if they couldn’t wait to go after the meek, subdued boys again.
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