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Old 04-07-2017, 03:08 PM   #16
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Dad had gone out, it was Saturday night (the 4th Saturday, only one more to go after this) approaching 7pm and I was sat watching the Saturday night show wearing my dressing gown, but naked underneath. I couldn't tell you what was happening on the show, my mind was, most definitely, on other things. I was dreading the next couple of hours.

The doorbell rang, I quickly pressed the remote control to switch off the telly, threw off the dressing gown and ran to the door, Lucy had now instructed me to open the door within 10 seconds of the bell, or receive an extra punishment.

Throwing the door wide open I stepped forward onto the mat, hands behind me and faced Lucy. She was studying her watch.

".....nine.....ten," looking up at me brightly. “Oh dear, on time. I was so looking forward to having an excuse to give your bare bum a damn good spanking." She followed this up with a mock sigh before stepping back to admire my naked body, after what seemed like ages she finally broke silence. “I can't see you well in the gloom of your hallway, maybe you should step out onto the drive for me to see you better?" Raising her right eyebrow as she spoke.

Pain shot across my face at the thought of being seen from the road. “No please Lucy, not from where people can see, please Lucy."

“I don't like you using my first name, it's highly inappropriate for a person of your stature. Address me as Miss Lucy from now on, wherever we are, whoever we are with, is that understood?"

"Er, yes." My mind quickly went to the implications and ramifications of this new order.

“Yes what?"

“Yes... Miss Lucy," I replied in shame.

“That’s better, now are you going to step onto the drive for me or what?"

I dropped to my knees putting my hands before me in a begging fashion. “Please Miss Lucy I am begging you. Please, please don't make me do that."

“Get to your feet wimp.....NOW!"

I quickly sprang back to my feet, hands behind me. Miss Lucy stepped forwards and grabbed my penis, rolling back my foreskin she studied the end for quite some time before giving it a squeeze opening the hole at the end, then eventually letting it drop before pushing me back and marching in through to the front room. “Follow me, wimp."

I had not been told to shut the front door so I had to leave it open, in the front room Miss Lucy had already sat down and plonked her bag on the coffee table.

“Stand there you little prick," pointing just in front of the window. Anyone looking in would only be able to see the top third of my body and from the back, but it was still embarrassing. "Now last week when I wanted to stick my finger up your bum you screamed 'no' and that you would 'do anything I say' didn't you."

"Er..... Yes"

“Well what I say is this. You will take my two camcorders when we've finished this evening and at some stage this week you will entice Simon Abingdon into your room for a joint wank. You will secretly film the whole thing from two good camera angles and furthermore, as soon as you are both hard you will reach over and masturbate Simon for the full duration. Also if he wants to, you may let him do you. He may just have his trousers around his ankles if he wishes, but you must be starkers from the moment you start tugging and of course you are to swallow all the sperm that you both produce, on camera. Is that understood?"

I dropped to my knees again. “Please Lucy don't make me do this, I beg of you."

“Shut your eyes now," she shouted.

I shut my eyes and heard her get up off the sofa and come across the room; suddenly I felt severe pain on my left face cheek as she slapped me for all she was worth.

“I told you to call me Miss Lucy, are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"

“No Miss Lucy, sorry, I forgot," I stammered.

"Sorry isn't good enough," she continued in a raised voice. “There will be a real punishment for you later, in the meantime you will always refer to me as Miss Lucy, is that understood?"

“Yes Miss Lucy."

She sat back down. "Okay prick on your feet, open your eyes," as I scrambled up I could feel the pain in the side of my face and my left ear felt numb, I couldn't hear properly out of it, also tears were running out of my left eye.

"Now do you understand what you have to do for next week?"

“Please Miss Lucy, please don't make me do it."

“For the last time, do you understand what you have to do?"

“Please Miss Lucy, please, I am begging you," I remained on my feet but put my hands in front of me in a begging fashion.

“Okay, okay, I’ve had enough of your pathetic whinging, this is the second time that you've annoyed me tonight. Sooooo as a punishment," she paused for thought at this point placing the fingers of their hands together judiciously whilst looking at me. “Yes I've decided to give you a further two Saturday night sessions and you will still carry out my task with Simon next week."

“Oh no please not that, it's too much. Please Miss Lucy."

"Oh, is it really," she said patronisingly. “In that case in addition to everything else you can have a third extra Saturday session and you are still doing the wanking session with Simon Abingdon." Then after observing the look of horror on my face she added. "Tell you what, I will allow you to trade one of your ‘Saturday Sessions’ for a sound spanking on the bum, here and now."

I thought quickly about this. I just wanted to get these sessions over with as soon as possible, the humiliation of being spanked would be nothing compared with some of the things she has made me do. I was sure I could handle the pain, after all she was only a girl and the younger one at that.

“Okay I will take the spanking."

“Speak to me properly,” she said with threat in her voice, then speaking in a high pitched voice. “Please Miss Lucy will you give my bum a good hard spanking.”

I swallowed hard then, feeling a total dick, repeated what she said.

“Good,” she smiled. “I’ll just get the camcorder out then you can repeat that for the camera.”

I watched as she pulled a grapefruit and a large carrot out of her bag followed by 2 camcorders; bewildered by the fruit and veg, she set up the 2 camcorders, as was normal, in prominent positions across the room. Then I was made to kneel down and beg.

“Please Miss Lucy will you give my bum a good hard spanking.” If I felt a twat before it was nothing compared with this new feeling, I was again on the edge of tears as I finished.

“Okay, across here, face the window and bum to the cameras; spread your legs, wider...wider still, good now touch your toes.” I was well aware that this position would spread my arse cheeks and leave every detail of my anus on view to both Miss Lucy and the cameras. I knew that I was going to get spanked, but I didn’t expect this humiliation.

“Right then here are the rules, you will count every smack with ‘one thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another, two thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another and so on. Any other sound that you make or any refusal to say what is required and you will get extra, understand?”

Oh my God.....”Yes Miss Lucy.”

SMACK...ouch, that really hurt. “1 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another”

SMACK...oh God, I hope I don’t get too many. “2 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK ...Hell fire I can’t take many more. “3 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK...“4 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK...“5 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK... “6 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”
......
SMACK... “9 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

After 9 I cracked, the pain was too much, I no longer felt embarrassment, I just felt sheer pain.

SMACK “Owwwww ouch...argh 10 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

“That’s one extra for pretending that it hurts, actually I’m quite enjoying this.”

SMACK... “11 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK... “12 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK... “13 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

..............................................

I held out till 21, I was hoping that she would stop at 12, then 18, then 20, but the next one broke me again.

SMACK “Ohhhhhhh arrrrrgh 21 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

That’s another extra for being so soft.

After that I bit my bottom lip to stop me crying out, only releasing it to say the required lines.

SMACK... “22 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

SMACK... “23 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

.............................................

SMACK... “26 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another.”

She stopped then, picked up one of the cameras and spent a few moments getting a close-up of my red bottom and anus, displayed for her enjoyment.

"So that means after tonight you still have 3 Saturday Sessions to go and you will arrange a videoed wanking session with Si Abingdon sometime during the week, any problems with that?" she asked raising her eyebrows at me.

"No not at all, thank you Miss Lucy," from my bent over position.

"Now get up and fetch that other camcorder, the grapefruit and the carrot into the kitchen," leading the way by the time I got there she was setting up the first camcorder in the kitchen as she asked me. "I take it that you have some olive oil somewhere?"

We didn't actually have olive oil. "No Miss Lucy but we do have some sunflower oil."

"Good then get it out and give that carrot a good soaking.”

I soaked the carrot in sunflower oil as Miss Lucy set up the second camcorder in a strategic position. Once that was sorted she had me cut a large hole right through the centre of the grapefruit, all the way to walk from one side to the other.

"What you are now going to do is this, you will hold the grapefruit on the edge of the table with the hole facing you with your left hand, and you will then fuck the hole in the grapefruit whilst with your right hand you will use the carrot as an anal dildo to fuck your arse. You will not stop until you have cum."

I was astonished, I knew that it was going to be humiliating for me but where on earth did a young girl get such perverted ideas from. I thought about protesting, even begging, but quickly dismissed it. It would only give Miss Lucy an excuse to give me another punishment and I would still have to carry out the fruit and veg sex act. I bent over to work the carrot in as far as I could then pushed my knob into the grapefruit, initially it was difficult until I at least got a 'semi' up, then it started to get easier. Trying to ignore what I was actually doing and focusing on a fantasy that I had, I managed to get into it. I was working the carrot most of the way out and then ramming it back in, coordinating it with the hip-thrusts on the grapefruit and getting into a pretty good rhythm. I think the hole on the grapefruit was a little tight early on, but towards the end as I wore it away it was just right. I even chucked in a couple of 'oh yeah baby's' just for Miss Lucy, anything to keep on the right side of her.

I know it sounds weird and I can't explain it myself, but when I did cum it was the most amazing ejaculation of my life. I thrust my pelvis as far forward as I could, pulling the grapefruit into me and at the same time ramming the carrot up much further than I ever had. It was simply fantastic. My sphincter tightened up around the carrot and my balls were sending signals of pleasure straight up my spine to my brain.

When I had eventually recovered I saw the strings of semen sprayed out across the table and quickly bent down to lick it all up, only when the table was clean did I even think about what I had just done, I looked at the two camcorders in the kitchen pointing in my direction and for the umpteenth time thought 'why is this happening to me?'

"You can keep the carrot in, now collect the camcorders up and let's go to the bathroom."

I did as I was told and followed Miss Lucy up the stairs, one hand holding the carrot up my bum and the other carrying the two camcorders.

In the bathroom I was required to stand straight with my hands on my head whilst Miss Lucy picked up a pair of tweezers and for no reason other than the hell of it she started to pluck out my pubic hairs, worse still she made me count out loud each one that she plucked.

Once she had pulled 50 hairs out with the tweezers she allowed me to take the carrot out and took me into my own bedroom to do another double recording of me having a wank whilst watching gay porn on my PC.

Of course I caught all my juices in my left hand and licked up every drop. By the time Miss Lucy left I was feeling very tired indeed. Life really was shit at times.

Dad had a business meeting on Tuesday evening, so I approached Si to see if he'd fancy coming over to spend some time on my PC. It was standard code for watching porn and he agreed instantly, I felt really bad for setting him up like this, but I knew I had to do it.

"Be over 'bout 8ish."

"You couldn't make it 6:30 could you buddy, cos that's when dads going out and he'll be back later."
"Yeah sure dude."


Tuesday after school:

With a heavy heart I set up the cameras on opposite sides of my room pointing towards the bed, hiding them the best I could. I pushed my computer table to the edge of the bed and at around 6pm I set the camcorders going. Si turned up around 15 minutes later just as Dad was setting off, I said goodbye to Dad and me and Si went into the kitchen and just talked for a while drinking pop.

"Are we going to look at some sluts or what?" Si asked eventually.

"Yeah let's," I led the way upstairs and turned on the PC, Si sat down first and started searching for some good adult sites.

After watching two lesbians going at it for a while I slid my trousers down to my ankles and played with my knob through my underpants, eventually pulling them down to mid thigh. I started rubbing up and down my very soft penis. Si glanced down and asked. "Girls not turning you on anymore Pete?"

Moments later he undid himself pulling his own member out and started stroking a very rock hard penis. Now the rules were when we were both hard I had to reach across, but I was nervous about setting Si up and knew that I was struggling to get erect. Thinking that he may shoot before I got my post up, so to speak; and of course desperate not to incur Miss Lucy’s wrath, I gently let go of myself and reach across for Si, as soon as I got near he let go of himself and sat back. Initially I suppose he did not know whether I just wanted a quick feel, give him 10 or 15 strokes, or tug him off completely. When he realised that I was there for the 'long-term' he leaned across to me, his hand engulfed my knob as he started the long slow rubbing motion. I have to admit he was quite good, his fingers at the end of every stroke would slide over my dome, I had never done that before and it felt great.

Pushing the computer table back to give the cameras a better view, I began to caress my sack with my spare hand. At last I was getting aroused. I knew from experience that Si didn't produce a lot of pre-cum but I did, by the time I was erect my dome was covered in it and Si had no problems sliding his fingers through, the feeling was now amazing and I actually stopped caring about the cameras and just wanted to cum. Yes I was embarrassed about wanking a mate; yes I was humiliated and ashamed about what I was really doing to Si on the orders of a younger girl. But at that precise moment I was gripped by the sheer enjoyment of a bloody good wank. Again and again Simon’s fingers ran up my shaft, again and again his fingertips tickled my bell end, slowly, nice and slowly. My own left hand was working its magic on my balls, that electric feeling across my groin area was one of the best feelings of my entire life and I was building up now, getting closer all the time.

The top half of my (albeit short!) knob was now covered in pre-cum. I didn’t usually produce this much, but I wasn’t complaining. Simon’s lubricated fingers were the most amazing ever. I am not gay. I find homosexuality disgusting. But this was different. Simon actually slowed down his wanking, I did not know why; maybe he was struggling left handed. But he was keeping me close to the edge when he suddenly stopped. His knob twitched slightly in my hand and his feet lifted slightly off the floor. I looked across at him; his eyes were closed as his right hand dropped to the end of his knob. Just in time to catch the first spurt. I watched as about 6 or 7 spurts fired into his hand. He usually produces a lot of cum, but even by his standards this was a lot. I was dreading what I had to do next and what his reaction would be. I knelt down in front of him, looking up he had a quizzical look on his face with furrowed eyebrows. I pulled his hand down and started licking, dreading receiving a crack around my head, nothing happened and after a couple of licks his hand started to relax. As I was finishing he spread his fingers so that I could lick the residue sperm between them, swallowing everything. When I finally finished I looked up, Si was smiling and I gave a sigh of relief.

Simon reached down and with his forefinger squeezed out the last remaining drop of sperm and held it out close to my mouth. “Here’s some more for you Little Red Riding Hood,” a name he sometimes called me because of my hair colour. I looked at it and then licked this last remnant off his digit. He placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward whilst pushing his knob towards my mouth.

“Kiss it better.”

“No fucking way,” I pulled back shocked.

“Go on Pete, give it a kiss.”

“Fuck off!” I was genuinely offended.

“Go on Pete, just one kiss.”

“Never,” wanting to end the subject I climbed back on top of the bed and laid back. “Just finish me off,” with my still erect penis waving in the air.

Shrugging his shoulders he leaned over and this time with his right hand he began to slowly stroke me, his fingers once again stroking the end as they passed over, his left hand passed around and started lightly scratching my little testes in just the way I love. It was electrifying, very soon I was on full pressure and ready to burst, I had my eyes closed fantasizing about two girls licking each other out as I reached my peak, I was way past the point of no return, about to cum. I instinctively lifted my t-shirt a few inches to avoid spoiling it as I entered paradise.

"Yes.....ah.....ah...ah.....aaaaaaaah...aaah...aaa h!" I looked down to see Si had directed my squirts over my belly, I had produced about half the cream he had and I knew what to do. Reaching down I scooped up every drop, Simon smiled as he watched me. When I had finished we both got dressed silently then sat around talking football, eventually he got up to leave.

When I shut the door I ran straight back upstairs to stop the recordings. Not wanting the damned things in my house any longer than necessary I took them straight around to Miss Lucy's house.

Her mum answered the door, telling me Lucy wasn't in, I said I had borrowed two camcorders and just wanted to return them. She seemed suspicious as to why Lucy would lend two camcorders to an older boy, but decided not to press the issue. Walking home I instantly became worried, what if Lucy's mum looked at the recordings to see what they're were. By the time I got home I was really shitting myself, I couldn't exactly return and ask for them back. I got up to my bedroom to see that I had received a text message from Lucy, I was overcome with really fast I read:

'Thanks 4 returning cams, haven't had time to review them yet.......'

Thank the good Lord for that, her mum obviously could not have watched them first, then the message continued:

'.....hope you have obeyed ALL instructions. You wanked him, allowed him to wank you, you swallowed ALL semen and you were stark naked the whole time. Miss Lucy XXX'

Oh no, I had to be naked, I forgot that! Miss Lucy would have no mercy. How on earth was I going to get out of this?

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I hardly slept that night. The following day I came up with a plan, I would borrow another camcorder and invite Si around again, either Thursday or Friday, and redo the whole thing. Ok it was only one camcorder, I would never be able to get my hands on two, it was better than nothing. It was a bit risky, as Dad would be in the house, but he rarely disturbed me in the bedroom, especially when I had mates in there. Wednesday evening after a lot of begging, pleading and running around I eventually got a lad called Chris to lend me his camcorder. On Thursday at school I invited Si around for another session, fully expecting him to say 'Yes' I was shocked when he refused. I tried everything, but he just said I was perverted.

"I don't mind once in a while Pete, but not every fucking night!"

"It's not every night, that was two nights ago."

"Pete, you really are a pervert if you need to go through that every couple of days."

I persisted but in the end he started losing his temper with me, so I left it until Friday.

The following day he just told me to 'Fuck Off' straight away, as I started to ask again he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against a wall. "Look Peter, fucking leave me alone. If you want to wank your fucking rocks off every fucking night that's up to you, but I'm not that deviant okay."

"Yes Si, sorry mate."

What was I going to do? I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about it, by the time school had finished I had hatched a second plan, simply I would throw myself on the mercy of Miss Lucy as humiliating as I could and hope for the best. If I really made an effort to be as subservient as possible, if I humiliated and degraded myself in the process then hopefully her punishment would be all the more lenient, I didn't dare think about how bad her punishment would be if I did nothing. Another two Saturday night sessions plus another spanking? No I just didn't dare think about it.

On the way home I stayed on the bus all the way till Miss Lucy's stop and got off with her, Becky, Sally and a couple of others. I followed them some way, I wanted to get Miss Lucy alone, I didn't want Becky or Sally to hear me address her Miss Lucy and I knew that if I didn't do it then I'd be in even more shit. Realising that Becky and Miss Lucy lived virtually next door I decided that I'd have to say something soon, plucking up courage and feeling the biggest tit in the land at the same time I called out.

"Miss Lucy can I speak to you in private please?"

All three girls turned around, Miss Lucy bore a broad grin on her face, whilst Becky and Sally stared open mouthed, Becky in amazement and Sally in disgust.

"What do you want Peter?" asked Miss Lucy grinning.

"Er...erm... Can I speak to you in private please?" I whimpered.

"Can I speak to you in private please what?" her voice had a threatening tone.

I knew that I would never get away with whispering, so as softly as I dare I asked. "Can I speak to you in private please Miss Lucy?" I could feel my cheeks burning red in shame.

"Oh my god that is amazing," laughed Becky, whilst I saw Sally just close her eyes, shake her head and then look upwards.

Miss Lucy turned to her friends. "I'll catch you later girls, I'll just see what this prick wants."

Turning away with Sally, Becky started shouting excitedly. "He called her Miss Lucy, he actually called her Miss Lucy, I don't believe it but he called her Miss Lucy!"

"What a loser, what a total loser, what a low life dick," replied Sally just going out of earshot.

Once they were a distance away Miss Lucy turned to me and spoke. "Right Peter, you are safe now, what do you want?"

"Please Miss Lucy I need to show you something in the woods at the bottom of the park. Please will you come?"

She looked at me intrigued, possibly by my nervousness, but either way her curiosity overtook her. "Oh alright Peter, lead the way. Here, you can carry my bag if you like."

"Thank you Miss Lucy."

The bottom of the park was approximately equal distance from both our houses, so at least I was more or less heading in the right direction. We passed the railings where I was stripped naked and forced to wank, where my nightmare ordeal began; before entering the woodland.

When we reached a clearing, the same one that I had been made to strip previously, I placed both our bags on the ground, stood directly in front of Miss Lucy and addressed her. “I’m sorry Miss Lucy but I need to take my clothes off at this point." Miss Lucy stared at me with raised eyebrows as I started stripping, I now accepted my fate and disrobed in front of Miss Lucy faster than I did at bedtime. By the time I was kicking my shoes and socks off Miss Lucy had her mobile out and was recording my little show. Stark naked I dropped to my knees with my hands in the now standard begging position, I looked up to Miss Lucy and facing the lens of her phone I spoke.

“Please Miss Lucy I beg of you to take pity on this worthless creature, I have fucked up Miss Lucy. I have let you down Miss Lucy, I beg of you to show mercy. On the video you wanted of me and Simon Abingdon masturbating I actually wore clothes, against your explicit instructions, I really am sorry Miss Lucy, but I beg of you to show mercy."

Still pointing her phone at me she asked. “And what punishment do you think you deserve?"

"I don't know Miss Lucy, that is for you to decide but I beg of you to show mercy on this worthless individual."

"No, I think it's better that you decide. You still need to carry out the task properly, so I'll give you another week. But when I visit your house tomorrow I expect you to tell me what punishment you think is fit for disobeying my explicit instructions. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Lucy, thank you for being so considerate."

Putting her phone down she stuffed all my clothes, except my phone, into my bag. Leaving my phone in front of me. “I am taking your bag and leaving it by the goal posts of the footy pitch at the bottom of the park. You are not to move from this position until you receive a text from me. Understood?"

"Yes Miss Lucy and thank you for explaining my instructions so clearly."

She just laughed as she walked away with both of our bags. It was about 20 minutes before I received the text:
'Time's up, you can get your bag now loser! Miss Lucy.'

I got up off the floor, my hands were still together until this point, then I made my way back through the woods to the park. As I got there I stared in horror. Yes my bag was technically by the goalposts of the footy pitch at the bottom of the park, but it was by the top set of goalposts and not the bottom, only about 70 or so yards from where some young boys were playing, they would be bound to see me. Across from them, sat on the grass was Miss Lucy with her phone out, presumably videoing the whole thing. I had expected a 50 yard dash to the near goalposts, I could have grabbed my bag and run back into the woods and changed there, this was going to be yet another humiliating nightmare. I climbed over the railings naked, then ran like a bat out of hell for my bag, wondering if Miss Lucy had removed my underwear, I decided that if I found my trousers first I would just put them on. About half way up the field I caught the boys’ attention.

"Look there's a naked boy running up the field," they stopped playing and started walking towards me, all I could think of was getting to my bag and putting my trousers or underpants on. I could only see the boys in my peripheral vision, I was just concentrating on my bag, which the boys seem to be moving towards. Possibly reasoning that my clothes were in there and that was where I was heading, as I got closer their voices became clearer.

"It's Peter Bradley isn't it?"

"Yeah, I recognise the red hair."

"Look he's got red hair around his willy too."

"Ha ha you're right, he's got red willy hair!"

"It's called pubic hair, but this is just too funny."

"Why has he got such a small willy?"

"It's bigger than yours."

"Yes but I'm 8, he's about 14 or 15, my Dan's 11 and it's bigger than his, why is his so small?"

"I don't know, maybe he's having a sex change."

Reaching my bag I was in no mood whatsoever to explain to these kids, now crowding around my bag and clearly enjoying themselves; why my penis, or willy, was so small. I just grabbed the zip of my bag and yanked it, nothing happened. Oh fucking hell no! Miss Lucy had tied the zip up with string in a double knot and pulled it tight. It was going to take ages to untie it. I got down on my knees and started biting the knot.

"He can't get in, ha ha ha!"

"He's bare and all his clothes are locked in a bag, this is great, ha ha!"

Looking around all the boys, 7 of them, were literally rolling around laughing at my predicament. I also noticed that Miss Lucy had moved closer, no more than 15 yards away and was recording it all with her phone including the boys laughing at me. I was really struggling with the knot, I managed to pull one string back, then got my teeth onto another string to try to pull that back, the boys were all moving around me getting better viewing angles, I could feel them staring at my prick, my red pubes, moving around to stare at my arse, moving back to take it all in. I tried to ignore them until one of the more daring ones reached forward and flicked my knob.

I went to chase after him. "Fuck off you little twat!" he ran off, I could have given chase and would have caught him, but my priority was getting dressed. The rest of the boys found the whole incident to be hilarious. I concentrated on undoing the knot again, all I could hear was the boys talking.

"Watch from here James, you get a better view of his willy."

"I can't see his balls, why hasn't he got any balls?"

"He will have, they'll just be really small."

"He looks so funny with red willy hair!"

At last I managed to undo the knot, just as I was pulling the zip back I felt one of the kids smack me on the bum, I chose to ignore it. Lying on top of my clothes were my trousers, inside out! I sighed inwardly and decided to just put them on as they were. I bent down to get my right leg to one of the leggings only to receive another smack on the arse. I instinctively made a swing for the little sod. “Look just fuck off will you," I screamed. I missed him by a mile, as he ran off laughing, again the rest of the boys found this extremely funny.

I decided to sit down to put my trousers on, at least the little bastards could not keep wacking my arse. Though I knew it would give them all a fantastic view of my knob and my red pubes. As expected the boys fully enjoyed this new viewing angle and were hovering right over me just staring at my bits as I pulled my trousers up my legs. Once all my vitals were covered the boys lost interest and started to peel away saying things like:

"That was great."

"Yeah, never seen that before."

"I can't believe how small his willy was!"

"I can't believe it was covered in bright red hair."

"And then when Jonny flicked his willy!"

"Yeah that was brill!"

I put on the rest of my clothes and walked home, ignoring Miss Lucy. If I got punished for that the following evening then so be it, at the moment I just couldn't take any more. Dad caught me walking up the drive; I ask you, can you try explaining as a 14-year-old boy why you are coming home from school late with your trousers on inside out? I couldn't.

Getting into my bedroom I changed into casual clothes and then just flopped on to my bed. All of a sudden the events of the last hour hit me like a brick, I just laid on my bed in deep, deep shame.

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Saturday morning arrived and I knew what I had to do, I would ask Miss Lucy for a good hard spanking on my bare bum as punishment for ignoring her explicit instructions on being naked whilst carrying out a task. Hopefully that would be good enough, yes it would hurt like hell, but if I bit my bottom lip all through the spanking I could get through it. Also I needed to beg Miss Lucy for another week to carry out the task of wanking with Si, after his comments yesterday I was certain he wouldn't do it this week, but given another week, maybe!

The doorbell rang at about 7:10, instantly I threw my dressing gown off, ran to the door, yanked it open and stepped onto the mat, hands behind me.

Miss Lucy was staring at her watch. "6 seconds, you're getting faster Peter, I may have to reduce the time to 5 seconds," she said looking up smiling.

“Thank you very much Miss Lucy, it's kind of you to say so."

Miss Lucy then produced a small ring of plastic pink petals, the sort of novelty you get in cheap Christmas Crackers, she pulled back my foreskin and slipped it over my end, it fit snugly. She then produced some make-up including lipstick and mascara and proceeded to do up my face. I had to pucker my lips whilst she applied lipstick and close my eyes for the mascara and eye shadow.

It took about quarter an hour in total and I was stood naked in my own doorway the whole time, finally she handed me some black stockings, black suspender belt, black lace bra and red stilettos. I had to put them all on without stepping off the mat. At long last she was happy to parade me around the house whilst being videoed. In each room I was made to pose for the camcorder and say a humiliating passage.

“Hi, my name is Peter Bradley, I'm a gay cross dresser I live at 31 Willow Avenue, Lexden, Colchester; this is my front room."

“Hi, my name is Peter Bradley, a puff from 31 Willow Avenue, Lexden, Colchester; and this is my hallway."

“Hi, my name is Peter Bradley, a raving queer from 31 Willow Avenue, Lexden, Colchester; I take it up the arse and this is my kitchen."

“Hi, my name is Peter Bradley, an arse bandit from 31 Willow Avenue, Lexden, Colchester; I luuuuuurve to suck cock and swallow sperm and this is my dining room."

“Hi, my name is Peter Bradley, a complete faggot from 31 Willow Avenue, Lexden, Colchester; and any man, and I mean any man, can have my arse. No matter how old, young, dirty, clean, fat or thin and this is my stairway.”

I realised of course that my life would be totally ruined now if any of this got out, it meant that Miss Lucy's hold over me was now absolute. I just hoped that she was getting bored of it all and would be happy to move on in life in the knowledge that she had won a victory over me.

Once on the stairwell Miss Lucy told me to sit on the second from top step, push the ring of petals to the base of my cock and then wank. Soon I was spurting over my left hand and I swallowed the lot without being told. After several other photo shots and videos around the house I was told to walk down the drive to the gates and come back.

I pleaded with Miss Lucy, begged her, again. But in the end she simply stared me out. “Are you refusing to obey me Peter the Puff?” I knew that if I refused again I would get much worse. Every time she seemed to find some new humiliation in order to degrade me even more. Walking down the driveway was the most humiliating thing thus far, I managed to retain my composure, but only just. Reaching the gate and turning around nobody had seen me, except of course Miss Lucy with her video camera. Turning around I heard footsteps on the pavement and the patter of a large dog, I hurried up the drive, a hard thing to do in stilettos. I was about 2/3 of the way up when I heard the footsteps stop at the bottom of the drive, Miss Lucy was grinning inanely. The dog gave a deep throated ‘woof, woof’ and I heard someone muttering about kids, then the footsteps carried on.

Once inside the house Miss Lucy expressed her pleasure. “Well done Peter and with an audience too, I was impressed.”

“Thank you Miss Lucy.”

With that I followed Miss Lucy into the front room where she produced a small vibrator out of her bag.

"You may want to put some oil from the kitchen on to this," she suggested handing it across.

I nodded and took it into the kitchen to find some sunflower oil, it was pretty obvious what I would be doing with it! I did wonder, while I was soaking the vibrator in oil, whether or not Miss Lucy had ever used it on herself. I knew one thing, I didn't dare ask her.

Returning to the front room I noticed that both camcorders were out and in position, as Miss Lucy's next instructions were to kneel down, knees about two feet apart. I was ready for what was coming next, I knew what it would be but I still waited to be told.

"Now stick that vibrator right up your bum," Miss Lucy stated most gleefully, how she enjoyed giving that instruction. "And start wanking, I'll put these boys magazine in front of you and you are to shoot your load all over the pages, none on the carpet. As soon as you are done you must lick it up straight away." She opened the magazine at a double page of four pictures consisting of two men, one blonde and the other dark-haired, in various positions blowing each other off. It was disgusting, but for the benefit of the cameras I had to study those pictures intensely.

"Switch that vibrator on Peter and start fucking your arse with it."

The last instruction given Miss Lucy could now sit back and enjoy the fun. For me the whole nightmare was degrading beyond words, I hated every second of it, but I had to get through it. Trying my best to forget the situation and concentrate hard; my penis became stiffer and stiffer. After what seemed like an eternity I finally started to shoot, remembering my instructions I pushed my knob forward so that I shot my load across a small area of one page, right over the naked body of the blonde to be precise. The camcorder in front got a perfect view of that, I didn't, my eyes were closed in what was yet another amazing ejaculation. I quickly bent down to lick the page clean, I could still feel the vibrator buzzing away up my ring. When the page was clean of all my juices I heard Miss Lucy's patronising voice.

"You can stop now or there will be no print left on that page, now take that vibrator out of your bum and lick it clean and I DO mean clean," emphasising the word 'do'.

I looked at her in disbelief, thought about protesting and then thought better of it. Turning the vibrator off I withdrew it from my anus and began licking. It tasted awful but that wasn't the worst bit, oh the shame of it all!

When it was finally clean she made me stand up straight as she removed the ring of petals from my cock and started to say her goodbyes. I knew what I had to do and in deepest shame I dropped to my knees in front of her, into a begging position.

“Please Miss Lucy can I beg a favour."

"Why? I don't owe you anything."

"I beg you Miss Lucy, please allow me this favour."

"Okay what is it?"

"Simon Abingdon is furious with me at the moment, he almost certainly won't wank with me this week, can I have a second week to do the recording?"

"You still haven't told me what punishment you deserve for being a week late and you ask for even more time."

Thinking quickly I replied. “Please Miss Lucy I beg of you to give me a good hard spanking on my bare bum as punishment for ignoring your explicit instructions on being naked whilst carrying out a task."

"Okay then, if that's what you want I'll do that now and yes since I am in a good mood I will allow you an extra week to complete the task with Simon. But in return I have another task for you to do," Miss Lucy informed me whilst staring at my face.

“Thank you for your mercy Miss Lucy. Please Miss Lucy what is the task that I am required to carry out?"

“I will tell you after the spanking, now get into the spanking position."

Miss Lucy set the cameras up again as I faced the window, face burning in shame again, spread my legs as wide as I could and then bent down to touch my toes.

Before commencing the spanking Miss Lucy bent down and using her thumbs she prised my arse cheeks further apart and studied my anus for a while. This extra shame went to my head; I honestly don't think I could take too much more. Her thumb nails were causing pain on the sides of my anus, but nothing compared with the pain I was about to suffer.

Suddenly she let go, stood up and gave my arse the hardest smack it has ever had, I almost yelped, but stopped myself just in time before managing to say:

"1 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another," after that I bit my bottom lip between replies, it helped but it did not soften the blows.

"2 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another."

"3 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another."

"4 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another."

"5 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another."

The smacks were harder than last time, my bum was in sheer hell, but I could take it, I had to, the consequences of not doing so would be far, far, worse.

And finally at long last I said.

"24 thank you very much Miss Lucy, please will you give me another."

“Yes, but not today, you must learn to be patient!”

I watched Miss Lucy pack her bags from my bent over position before turning to me. "Since you can't complete your task with Si this week, you are to masturbate for me every night this week on Skype for me, starting tomorrow at 9pm. Oh and you must fuck your arse continually with this vibrator on each occasion with it switched on," she placed the vibrator that I had used previously on the coffee table. "Do you have a problem with that?"

“No Miss Lucy,” I gasped.

“And one last thing, I noticed on the video Simon wanted you to kiss his penis, why did you refuse?"

"Er...I'm not gay Miss Lucy."

“I never asked about your sexuality, I asked you why you refused a perfectly reasonable request," she stated staring down at me.

"Er...well...erm... I didn't want to do it Miss Lucy."

“Well I wanted you to. So when you next meet Simon Abingdon to complete this task you will not wank him off, you will suck him off, also you will do anything he asks and yes I do mean anything and it must all be recorded, is that clear?"

Oh please no, I thought to myself but had the good sense not to say it. “Perfectly clear, thank you Miss Lucy."

“You can get up when you hear the front door close."

“Thank you Miss Lucy."

When Miss Lucy did pull the door shut I slowly got up and without bothering to put on my dressing gown my sat on the sofa and cried.

*********

I was extremely worried by the latest task that Miss Lucy had given me. I was to wank myself off live on Skype every evening at 9 PM for six days. Dad would almost certainly be in on all six days, once I might just get away with it but six times? The likelihood of getting caught was very high. I tried to think rationally, I would of course do all six performances in my own bedroom and dad very rarely bothered me in there. Especially if he knew I was doing something, such as if I had a friend in there or was doing homework. So I could always say that I had a lot of homework this week!

Sunday night at 8:45, the knot in my stomach had been getting tighter all evening as I could not stop thinking about what I would be doing at 9 PM. I was downstairs with dad watching rubbish on TV, some detective series where the detective always solved the case in the last 5 mins of every episode. I looked at my watch again, it was 8:49 time to make my excuses.

"I'm going upstairs dad, to finish my homework."

"You not going to watch the end of this, see how it finishes, it's almost over."

"I know how it finishes, he always solves it in the last five minutes."

"Yeah, but you don't know how though do you?"

"I know dad, but I do want to finish my homework, I have to hand it in first thing."

"Why the hell do you always leave it to the last minute Peter? You're always the same, you have had all weekend and you suddenly start now!" Dad had raised his voice until he was nearly shouting.

"I'm not starting now," I protested. “I did most of it last night, I just have a bit to finish that's all."

Dad shook his head as I left the room, I made my way up the stairs thinking 'that was harder than it should have been.' Entering my room I quickly started my computer, got the vibrator out and covered it with some baby oil that I had bought. I opened Skype, I had already added Miss Lucy as a contact so I started a video link with her and quickly slipped out of my clothes. After a few moments she accepted my video link and I saw myself standing naked in a small box in the corner of the screen. Her screen was blacked out so I had no idea how many people were watching me. She could, for all I know, be using a mobile phone in front of about 20 friends. I tried not to think about it. After about 30 seconds I received a message from her:

'well, what r u waiting for tosser, u know what to do'

I sat on my chair, placed my feet on the table either side of the computer, adjusted the webcam so that it could see everything from below my sphincter to above my head, picked up the vibrator and slowly inserted it up my bum. Once in position I switch it on, started wanking with my right hand, stroked the vibrator in and out with my left and prayed to God that dad would not walk in and catch me.

Once again I tried not to think about what was happening, that I was being made to have a dildo wank by a 13 year old girl, that Dad was in the house and may walk in at any moment, that there could be up to 20 other young girls watching this live, that the entire show was certainly been recorded and would appear on the website 'peterbradleyisgay.com' in the near future.

In the end I did what was required and shot my 'man cream' over my stomach, wiped it up with my fingers and swallowed everything. Not knowing how to finish the Skype session I stayed in position with the vibrator still inside me and sent Miss Lucy a message:

'was that ok miss lucy'

'yes bitch, enjoyed watching lol'

'can I log off now please miss lucy'

‘yep ok, well done'

'thank you miss lucy'

With that I shut down Skype and logged off, took the vibrator out of my arse, wiped it clean and put my underpants back on, the purple ones that I had been made to carry around school with me for a whole week. Oh well, one down five more to go.

Monday’s Skype session went on uninterrupted, I was getting a lot less embarrassed by it all now, probably numb with shock to tell the truth. On Tuesday I went upstairs to do my homework at about 7:30. At 8:53 I was just thinking about my Skype session when dad banged on my door and walked in, just to offer to make me a coffee that was all.

"Err, no thanks dad, I've got a really difficult bit of this assignment to finish, I've got to concentrate. I should be downstairs in about three quarters of an hour."

"Right well keep going son, you're doing well."

"Thanks dad."

Phew that was close, a few more minutes and I would have been caught in the act!

The rest of the Tuesday session went okay, as did Wednesday and Thursday. Miss Lucy's comment at the end of each session got more and more patronising, that was all.

Friday, the last Skype session and I was in my usual position, feet either side of the computer screen, webcam in a good viewing angle, me staring at a blank screen (except of course for the live image of me in the bottom corner) and all the while I was pumping my arse and prick for all they were worth when I heard dad coming up the steps. 'Oh no' I thought to myself, 'Oh please no! Not now on the last session, please dad don't walk in on me now.'

I did not dare even slow down, if I did Miss Lucy would most likely treat it as an excuse to make me perform on Skype for another week, so I just carried on and waited for the inevitable bang on my door, with my heart doing about 250 beats per minute.

But dad did not come in, he just wanted to use the toilet. I heard him enter the bathroom to my immense relief, when he finished he came out and stopped at the top of the stairs for some reason. Was he thinking of coming in to see me? Could he hear the vibrator buzzing from out on the landing? My heart was again pounding away. In the end I heard him descending the stairs and re-enter the front room, closing the door behind him. Again a massive sense of relief overcame me as I carried on pounding, concentrating my thoughts back on my 'most important member' which had suddenly wilted, due no doubt to the stress of nearly getting caught. Oh hell this was going to take ages, I was nearly there when dad started coming up the steps, I now had a soft willy covered in glistening pre-cum to work with.

Eventually of course I did dribble my contents into my navel, which took an extra effort to scoop out and swallow, then finally I asked Miss Lucy permission to log out. She quickly sent back the following Skype message:

'before u go i want u to turn your back to the camera, spread your legs, bend over and let me watch you take the vibrator out'

‘Oh whatever’ I thought, that was nothing compared with some of the things I have been made to do recently. After complying I again requested her permission to log off.

'yeah alright, c u tomorrow mincer'

'thank you Miss Lucy'


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List of Characters
Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress


Saturday night again, it is around 7pm and the doorbell rings, I run to it and throw open the door to step forward on to the mat stark naked, there is a young 7 or 8 year old girl stood outside the door smiling. "Aw shit," I scream, stepping back to close the door quickly when I heard Miss Lucy growl.

“Peter why are you closing the door on me, why aren't you in the correct position?"

Bewildered, I reopen the door slightly and poke my head through the crack. Miss Lucy is at the side of the house on the drive leaning against the wall. “Why aren't you in position you little red shit?"

I decided not to point out that I was bigger than her and stammered out. "B..b..but I can't....n..n..not in fr..f..front of...erm..er..her."

I pointed at the younger girl while my left hand dropped to cover my modesty. As I looked at her I suddenly realised it was Miss Lucy’s younger sister, Sara I think her name was.

Miss Lucy came round and stood in front of me and shouted so that anyone in the vicinity would hear. “Get in position now you useless little sod."

“Please Miss Lucy," I was trembling now. "D..d..don't make m..me, not in f..f..front of..........please Miss Lucy," I said a lot, lot quieter.

Miss Lucy stepped into the house, pushed her face into mine about an inch away. “Get into position this very second or I'll inspect you on the front lawn, now move!"

I shuffled forwards slowly and then with a final look of despair at the young girl I put my hands behind my back, to reveal my fully naked body to a girl much, much younger than me. I was unable to meet the gaze of the younger sibling, so I stared in to space about five feet over her head.

“So here he is Sara; touch, feel, poke, humiliate, cause pain, take pictures and videos, just do NOT involve another single person and we will get away with this."

I looked down as Sara walked forwards and poked me in the belly. She ran finger through my pubic hair.

"Urg his hairs all hard, why is it so red?"

“Because that is his natural hair colour the same as on his head and if you look on his legs too."

Sara bent down to peer up my leg hair. "Ha ha, he has red hair on his legs too, what a funny boy." she giggled as she peered intensely at my penis. By this time I no longer felt shame, I was just in a state of utter shock. I didn't even believe this was happening to me. Sara eventually lifted my penis with her finger and thumb in order to study the testicles underneath. She prodded one curiously and then prodded the other and watched them swing. I looked at Miss Lucy, she was smiling benevolently at her younger sister, I would get no sympathy there. I felt Sara prod each ball a second time, then looked down as she did it a third, then a fourth.

Miss Lucy bent down and spoke quietly. "Sara if you squeeze these, or flick them really had it causes him in a lot of pain."

A vicious smile came over Sara's face, although I was numb with shock I still dreaded what was about to happen. I closed my eyes as she curled her finger for the flick.

The pain from my left testicle shot to my brain, I grimaced and tightened my shoulders but did not cry out. I looked down; Sara was looking at me impassively. As I made eye contact she returned to the object of interest and took aim at my right testicle.

Same reaction from me. I looked back down with my eyes watering to see the same impassive expression. To my absolute dismay she took aim at my already tender left testicle again. This time it was pure agony. I tried not to cry out, in fear of giving Miss Lucy an excuse for another punishment, but my knees buckled and I sunk about 8 inches and twisted slightly, I could not hold the pain in any more.

"Arrrrgh.....ahhh...ah...ah...ah," I gasped as I breathed very heavily, trying to get air into my lungs, eventually I looked down to see a face of pure delight on Sara whilst Miss Lucy looked on happily. She took aim again and my head started to swim. "Ahhhrrgh," I screamed through my teeth before begging out loud. "Oh no.....please no...please God no more."

When I started coming round I could hear Miss Lucy explaining to Sara. "Okay Sara he's had enough for now, don't give him too many or you'll damage him for life. Remember if he has to go to the Doctors, then the police will get involved and we'll get caught and be in trouble, if we want him as our toy then we can't hurt him too much." Sara nodded at this point as Miss Lucy continued. "But if you ever need to punish him, now you know how," to which Sara grinned in approvement. They then led me into the house, made me stand in the front room with my back to the window, where Miss Lucy taught Sara how to roll back my foreskin, play with my bits and taught her about the various bits on my cock and balls. Even letting her feel for the tubes coming out of my testicles and up into my body.

Fucking hell, I thought, she's getting a fucking human biology lesson on my body!

Miss Lucy left nothing out, she explained about male masturbation, how this simulated the penis entering the vagina, ejaculation and even pre-cum. "Now when Peter Bradley here masturbates he produces quite a lot of pre-cum."

I couldn't believe she said that, how much experience with other boys’ masturbatory habits did she have?

"How do you know?" asked Sara.

"Don't worry, you'll get a chance to witness it first hand in a few minutes." Miss Lucy laughed.

'Oh no!' I thought. 'Oh no.....oh please, please no!'

"Right Fuck Face the, legs apart," ordered Miss Lucy. I spread my legs as wide as I could, fully aware of what the next instruction would be. "Now touch your toes," I complied as Miss Lucy took Sara round the back.

I don't think it was possible for my humiliation to get any worse as Miss Lucy talked about my anal passage and the sexual stimulation of the anus. What on earth was she talking about, I found it totally humiliating to be made to shove a vibrator up my bum, painful too. There were no erotic feelings involved. However, Miss Lucy continued and explained how having the anal cavity filled with a vibrator or butt plug or such like would increase the pleasure of the ejaculation, this I had noticed, the anal filled wanks that I had been made to have were the best that I had ever had. However humiliating it may have been at the time.

I was told to stand up straight as Miss Lucy brought Sara in front of me. "Now then Sara he to call me Miss Lucy whenever he speaks to me, whoever he is in front of, isn't that right Fuck Face?"

"Yes Miss Lucy."

"What would you like him to call you?"

Sara thought about this for a while before answering. "Just Mistress I think."

"Got that Fuck Face?" Miss Lucy was now staring me in the face. "You will always call my little sister 'Mistress' wherever you are, whoever she is with and whoever you are with."

"Yes Miss Lucy," thinking when will this ever stop.

"If I ever hear about you refusing to call her Mistress or disobeying any of her instructions, and I mean ANY," she emphasized. "I will punish you so severely in ways you couldn't even imagine."

"Yes Miss Lucy I fully understand," whilst looking down at Sara who was clearly delighted with it all.

"Do you always call him Fuck Face?" asked Sara grinning like the proverbial Cheshire based feline.

Miss Lucy shrugged. "He's just a piece of shit, I call him what I want, when I want to. Isn't that right loser?"

"Yes Miss Lucy."

"You can too," addressing her younger sister. "Call him whatever you want."

Sara peeled back my foreskin, took hold of my knob by the end and looking directly at my balls announced. "Well he has got ginger nuts, so I will call him Ginger Nuts."

I didn't have ginger nuts, the hairs on my scrotum were red, not ginger. But it was not a point worth making.

Looking up Sara asked me. "What's your name?"

"Er," silly question I thought to myself, she knew my name. "Peter Bradley."

Flick.

"Ouch......arghhhh...ooooh....ar....ahhhh..ahhh... .ah," I started gasping for breath as her right forefinger and my left testicle made contact.

"Your name is Ginger Nuts, what is your name?"

"G...G...G...Ginger Nuts."

"Ginger Nuts what?" barked Miss Lucy.

“Ginger Nuts Miss Lucy.”

“No, address my sister.”

“Ginger Nuts Mistress.”

“Why are you called Ginger Nuts?” asked Sara.

My head was again spinning in complete confusion. “Because you told me I am Mistress.”

Flick

“Ahhhhhhh...ahrgh......ohhhhhhhh.....oh God...ahhhhhh.....ahhhh...ahh...ah,” I was gasping again as this time my right testicle incurred Sara’s wrath.

“You're called Ginger Nuts because you have got ginger nuts. Why are you called Ginger Nuts?”

“Because I've got ginger nuts Mistress,” I said very quickly.

“What's your name?”

“Ginger Nuts Mistress.”

“Why are you called Ginger Nuts?”

“Because I've got ginger nuts Mistress.”

“What's your name?”

“Ginger Nuts Mistress.”

“Why are you called Ginger Nuts?”

“Because I've got ginger nuts Mistress.”

Mistress dropped my cock, satisfied that she had proved her point and sat down on the sofa.

Miss Lucy looked me up and down before announcing. “Right then I think it's time for your first wank,” handing me the vibrator and a gay magazine, the video cameras were already in place. I lubricated the vibrator with my mouth before turning it on and then gently inserting it up my bum. Opening the gay mag I got to a page with loads of pictures of two men sucking each other off in various positions, it had to be a page that would satisfy Miss Lucy for the cameras.

On my knees in a crouched position I started the process for Miss Lucy's and clearly Mistress’s amusement. Slowly pushing the vibrator in and out of my arse whilst stroking my penis at the same time. It was hard work, a long job. I was a nervous wreck, totally humiliated, my balls were extremely painful and sensitive, also I was being made to look at gay pictures, which put me off completely.

I wasn't even allowed to shut my eyes. After moving position several times I finally found myself on my knees, knees spread, doubled up and I started looking through the pictures so I wasn't actually focusing on them, at last I could feel myself building up. Mistress was loving every second, constantly changing her angle so she could alternatively watch the vibrator going up my arse and then peer under my belly to watch me tugging. I felt her hand on my bum again as she yet again moved her position. I tried to ignore her as I reached the edge, just a couple more strokes and ...yes...ye...yeeeeeees. I sat up as I squirted my cream over the mag, knowing what to do next I dropped my head and licked the pages clean. Looking down, there were for a couple of drops hanging off my penis, knowing Miss Lucy would never allow that I scooped it off with my finger and swallowed.

"Well done, now it's time to get you cleaned up, Sara get that other camera please and both of you follow me."

Miss Lucy led us both upstairs, me with a vibrator sticking out of my arse; she then took us into the bathroom. Miss Lucy turned on the cold tap of the bath, putting the plug in before turning to me. "Peter will you please take that vibrator out of your bottom, I know how much you enjoy having it up there but enough is enough," speaking to me in a patronising voice.

Mistress giggled at this comment as I replied. "Yes Miss Lucy," and slowly withdrew it placing it on the side of the bath.

“Now get into your bath Peter.” I complied as Miss Lucy set up the two camcorders in the bathroom whilst it was filling. God it was freezing.

I was made to sit there as the bath filled with cold water, then the pair of them washed me everywhere, though concentrating mainly on either my face or knob and bollocks. I didn't really care, I was just freezing cold. Eventually they rolled me onto all fours and the inevitable happened. Miss Lucy ran soap up and down my arse crack before directing two very soapy fingers on to my sphincter, I knew what was going to happen but I just didn't care I was that cold. Slowly her fingers entered me as she proceeded to finger fuck me. After a couple of minutes I heard Mistress speak up.

“Can I do that please?”

“Yeah of course.” Miss Lucy withdrew her fingers, as seconds latter two smaller fingers entered me, stroked twice and then withdrew to be replaced by three. After a short period of being finger fucked by an 8 year old I heard Miss Lucy’s voice again.

“I think you'd better stop now, I think it's time to get him warm up or is going to die on us.”

“Awwww I was enjoying that,” complained Mistress us she withdrew her fingers.

Miss Lucy reached down and pulled the plug out from between my feet, slapped me on the arse and addressed me.

“Faggot, roll back over;” I sat down in the bath as she pointed at my knob. “Fucking hell, it's virtually disappeared!”

She sent Mistress to my bedroom to look for a ruler, taking her phone out of her pocket she started to take stills of my knob. Mistress returned with the plastic ruler from off my desk and proceeded to measure my shrunken penis, meanwhile Miss Lucy took several pictures of her doing this.

“It's less than one inch, look it's less than one inch,” cried Mistress. Both girls were now falling about in hysterics, Miss Lucy took yet more photos whilst Mistress started to have a feel around.

“His balls have disappeared, his balls are actually disappeared, come and have a feel Lucy, his balls really have disappeared.”

Miss Lucy put her phone down to feel my scrotum. “Bloody hell, I hope they come back.”

“Why?”

“Well you want something to flick in the future don't you?”

“Oh yeah, I hadn't thought of that.”

I just didn't care anymore, I was so cold I just couldn't care less what they did, I just wanted to get warm. They made me push my knees out wide as Miss Lucy took photos of my scrotum, before finally she picked up the shower head and started to spray warm water over my back, at last I thought I might actually survive. All the cold water had by now drained out of the bath and Miss Lucy ordered me onto all fours again as they took it in turns to spray me with warm water whilst the other one finger fucked me.

Once I was nice and warm again Miss Lucy told Mistress to step back whilst she turned the shower knob from warm to cold. She then blasted the cold water into the centre of my back. I gasped out loud as the spray hit me, Miss Lucy continued to douse me in cold water for about 30 seconds. Once I was full-on shivering she moved the spray back to warm again to warm me up. She continued to alternate between warm and freezing cold four more times, getting immense pleasure out of watching me gasp for breath every time the cold water hit me.

Eventually I was allowed out and Miss Lucy sat back and enjoyed the scene of watching Mistress drying me off, everywhere, under my foreskin, between my cheeks, everywhere.

When finally dry Miss Lucy grabbed one camera, told Mistress to get the other, instructed me to collect 'my vibrator' and led us all into my bedroom then started up my computer. After a bit of searching she found a gay website with two older men having sex.

"Right then Bitch, clean your vibrator."

I knew what she meant, I slowly brought the vibrator up to my mouth, paused to look at it, then started licking my own bum juice off it. Mistress stared in amazement as I carried out my task, the taste was awful, the humiliation even worse. When I had finished cleaning it I made sure there was plenty of saliva left on it, I knew exactly where it was going next.

When told to I sat down on the edge of my chair, my body slouched back and my feet up on the table either side of the PC screen. I switched the vibrator on and slowly inserting it into my arse while holding my cheeks apart with my right hand. Once fully in I began the in out motion, I grabbed my knob with my now empty right hand and began rubbing. I was aware of Miss Lucy on one side of me pointing the camcorder at my obvious bits and occasionally my face and the screen. Mistress was doing exactly the same on the other side. I did my trick off looking through the screen so as not to focus, but it was harder to ignore it because of the sound coming from the speakers. In the end I did finally leak a small amount of semen on to my stomach, which I of course scooped up and swallowed.

As they were going down the stairs to leave I heard Mistress speaking to Miss Lucy. "That was the greatest, can we do it to him again sometime?"

"Of course we can, that's what he's there for," Miss Lucy laughed.

I just thought to myself, 'how could people be so cruel to another human being?' Another Saturday evening to go at least before I am finished, I didn't want to think about what may or may not happen next.

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Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy to Peter
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress to Peter

Monday morning came around during what I hoped would be my last week under Miss Lucy’s control, I could not be certain, she had too much on me now, but she did tell me that if I did as I was told this week and on Saturday, then she would leave me alone and my debt would be paid.

I can't remember ever going into debt, but wasn't prepared to argue the point, after all Miss Lucy was in the habit of adding extra weeks for any trivial reason. The only other task was I had to perform was to give Simon a blow job at my house on Tuesday and of course record it for Miss Lucy.

In order to avoid as many people as possible I intended to spend all week out of everybody's way; hence it was lunchtime, I had just eaten and I had about 35 minutes to kill so I was just walking around the school playing fields on my own. I heard someone running behind me, but I ignored it until it got closer and was right on top of me, it was Becky Smith, Miss Lucy's friend.

"Hi’ya Pete," she said smiling. "Lucy’s asked me to do an underpant check, show me what you are wearing." She was obviously lying and had made the whole thing up.

“Sod off Becky."

"Okay then I'll go and tell your Miss Lucy that you refused shall I?"

I knew she was lying, but if she told Miss Lucy anyway then I'd probably get another Saturday night of torture plus an extra week of humiliating tasks to carry out, I was now so close to the end. "Becky you are lying, Lucy did not tell you any such thing."

“Okay," said Becky turning away. "I'll go and report back to Missy Lucy," laughing as she spoke.

"Alright I'll show you," I said unfastening my belt, she'd seen my bits several times, she's even witnessed me tugging myself off, one quick look at my undies wouldn't do any harm. Furthermore there was no way I was prepared to risk calling her bluff.

"Not here, in the woods at the back," she pointed.

"They're out of bounds," I said rather pathetically. It was after all, a rule that hardly anybody bothered about.

"Don't care, follow me."

Once we were far enough into the woods so we couldn't be seen Becky turned to me and spoke. "Right then Peter, let's see what you’ve got, trousers round your ankles now."

I looked at her, who the hell did she think she was? It was one thing to take orders from Miss Lucy, but I'm not doing it for every girl in Year 8. I stared at her, but in the end I just shrugged my shoulders, unfastened my belt, button and flies and allowed my trousers to hit the ground.

"Red underpants, I've seen you wearing those before, now take your shirt off and let me make sure you're not wearing a bra."

As if. It was a warm day as such I wasn't even wearing a jumper; I reluctantly unbuttoned my cuffs, then the shirt before removing it completely and draping it over my arm.

"Hang it on that branch over there," she told me. "In fact take your shoes and socks off as well that way you can hang your trousers next to them."

I looked at her again. "What?" I asked screwing up my face.

"You heard."

There was no way she was acting under Lucy’s instructions, but if she did tell Lucy that I had failed to 'carry out a simple instruction' and I believed that Becky would tell her, after all they were good friends. Then I was certain that I would have another Saturday evening performance to endure, along with other shit to go with it. Why me, why me, oh why me!

I stood in front of Becky in just my underpants with my clothes hanging off the nearest tree as she went around me with her mobile phone taking pictures from every angle, allegedly as proof for Lucy. When she was happy that she had enough photos she came up to the front of me.

"Lucy will probably want me to check inside to make sure you're not wearing another pair underneath."

'Yeah ok,' I thought to myself sarcastically.

She pulled forward the elastic waist of my pants and looked inside, taking hold of my penis, she peeled the foreskin back and inspected it from several positions before dropping it and letting go of the waistband. Moving her way behind me she again pulled the waistband out and just looked at my bare bum for quite a while. I suppose she was just plucking up courage because she then yanked my underpants all the way down, knelt down herself, pushed my cheeks apart with her thumbs and inspected my hole.

So this was just to make sure I wasn’t wearing another pair underneath was it?

When she'd had enough fun she stood in front of me laughing. "Peter, Lucy never told me to do any of this, I just made it up."

"Yes Becky I know you did, I am well aware of that."

"Then why did you let me?" she asked shrugging her shoulders, still smiling.

I didn't answer her, I couldn't, these things no longer upset me, they couldn't upset me anymore because I was permanently upset nowadays anyway.

Becky had a quick play with my knob before walking away scoffing patronisingly. "Sally's right about you, you're just a pathetic loser."



That afternoon, just before my last lesson Miss Lucy caught me just about to enter my class, she held out a 1/2 litre bottle of water. "Drink this Peter before you go in."

"What is in it?"

"Just water silly."

I looked at it suspiciously, noting that the seal was intact, it was only water. But I still wasn't happy.

"Why?"

"Because I'm telling you to and if you don't then you will be punished and punished severely," she glowered.

I looked at her, shrugged sadly, opened the bottle and started drinking.

"All of it!"

I drank it all before handing the empty bottle back, but she wouldn't take it.

"You drank it, you dispose of the bottle," she said. "Also you are not to go to the toilet during the next lesson, I will be checking up with your classmates. Finally you are to meet me here straight after the lesson; do not be late or you will be punished," she added with emphasis.

I went into my class puzzled, what on earth was that all about and how on earth was I supposed to avoid being late, the only way was if the teacher kept us back for an extra few minutes. Since it was the last lesson of the day she could if she wanted to.

Anyway by the time the lesson ended I really did need a piss and I was hoping that Miss Lucy didn't want me for too long. As I filtered out of the classroom Miss Lucy was waiting for me; 'oh shit' I thought, I hope this doesn't mean that I am late.

"I'm sorry Miss Lucy but I've only just been let out," I explained.

"Shut up and drink this," she handed me another half litre bottle of water.

"Can I go for a piss first please Miss Lucy?"

"No just drink it."

I looked around as I was drinking to see if anyone else coming out of class had noticed how we were addressing each other, nobody had. Everyone just seemed to be in a rush to get home.

Finishing the bottle Miss Lucy directed me further. "No pissing allowed till we get off the bus and you will get on with me and sit near me just so that I can make sure."

So that was it, some kind of Chinese water torture, by the time the bus arrived I was getting desperate. With the vibrations off the bus along with the constant stopping and starting I began to reach the painful stage, though I noticed Miss Lucy, Becky and Sally; who nearly always sat next to each other; largely ignored me on the journey.

Getting off the bus I was sickened to notice that Becky, Sally and Miss Lucy had all got off at my stop; that could only be bad news for me.

Miss Lucy turned around to me. "Woods at the bottom of the park ‘dick head’, will explain everything there." I just followed them dumbly, still desperate for a piss.

Reaching the park we were met by a very excited Mistress, just the person I did not want to see.

"Are you really going to make him do it?" She asked Lucy, jumping around her ecstatically.

"Of course, that's why we brought him with us."

"Oh great, I've been looking forward to this all day," before running up to me happily. "This is going to be so much fun Ginger Nuts, I can't wait to see you in action." All I wanted to do was have a piss.

Reaching the woods I stopped and turned to Miss Lucy. "Please Miss Lucy may I have your permission to have a piss Miss Lucy, please I am desperate." I knew that I was wasting my time and what the answer would be, but I was desperate. I also noticed that I had no reservations about calling her Miss Lucy and asking her permission in front of her friends, I was not becoming submissive in any way, I was just permanently numb with shock nowadays and things like that no longer bothered me.

"No, not yet, I'll let you do it in a couple of minutes," she replied. Oh well, that was something.

Upon reaching the clearing Miss Lucy got a camcorder out. "Right strip down to your underpants and put all your clothes in a pile at least two yards behind you."

I stripped quickly, hoping it meant I would get to have a piss quicker. When I finished I stood a good 2 yards in front of my clothes in just my red underpants, hands behind my back.

"Now you can have a piss, keep your hands behind your back and piss your pants." Mistress was loving this I could tell.

"But...er..... Miss Lucy you can't expect me...er..."

"Do it and do it now," she shouted.

There was no point in protesting further, oh what the hell. My underpants were bright red and the piss stain showed up easily, I felt the warm fluid running down my legs and the relief from the pressure on my bladder. My left leg (I always dressed to the left) was drenched by the time I had finished, I looked at the camera and chose my next words carefully.

“Thank you for allowing me to pee Miss Lucy." She would most probably make me say it anyway.

“That’s quite alright Tosser, now take those wet things off you silly boy," thinking ‘oh what now’ as I took my underpants off in front of 4 girls, only to hear my next instruction in aghast.

"Right put them in your mouth and suck the juice out." My eyes widened as I stared at her.

"No!"

"What?" Miss Lucy screamed.

I gulped realising what I had said. "I'm sorry Miss Lucy I just can't do that, please forgive me Miss Lucy."

"Okay then, eyes closed and hands behind you." I complied as she continued. "If you open your eyes at all you will be severely punished, now just let me know when you've had enough and you're prepared to suck your own piss out of your pants," I then heard her speaking to her younger sister. "Over to you Sara."

Mistress pulled back my foreskin and lifted my prick upwards by the bell end. I knew what was coming but I still couldn't stand the thought of sucking piss out of my pants and swallowing it.

The first flick to my left testicles knocked the wind out of me and I gasped out loud, the second to the right did the same. The third flick, to an already sore and tender left testicle, was excruciating, it took me awhile to stand up straight again. The fourth flick again was excruciating. The fifth to the now extremely painful left testicle floored me. My knees buckled as I hit the floor and rolled into the foetal position.

"No more, please no more, no more, I can't take any more, I'll do as you say."

It took me awhile to get my breath back, but in the end I did put my ‘pissy pants’, that now had dirt on them from contact with the ground, into my mouth and then sucked and swallowed every bit of piss I could out of them, crying all the way through. All the while Mistress was playfully masturbating me.

Finally Miss Lucy was happy, putting her camcorder down she removed the memory card, inserted another one and addressed me.

"I'll leave this with you Peter, I believe you want to borrow it at some point, you’ve already got the other one haven't you?"

With my pants in my mouth I nodded stupidly.

"Right come on girls, I think we've had our fun," stated Miss Lucy, turning around with Becky and leading the way out of the woods with Mistress running gleefully in the rear.

Sally turned her head to watch them go before walking up to me and looking me in the eyes for several moments. She looked down at my cock, at the underpants in my mouth and then into my eyes again. She shook her head sadly and slowly walked out of the woods.

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Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy to Peter
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress to Peter

I had approached Si on Monday morning. "Dad's out tomorrow mate, do you fancy coming over to spend some time on my PC?"

"Why the fuck are you asking now, it's only Monday?" he asked looking at me quizzically.

"Er....dunno.....just...er...just thought," I gave a shrub of my shoulders. Thinking on the spot was never my strong point.

He looked at me. "Yeah, probably," then looked away.

"You couldn't make that definitely could you?"

"Dude, what the fucks wrong with you," Si replied aggressively staring at me. "I said probably, okay?"

"Yeah, cheers Si."

I didn't dare push it, but on the way home on Tuesday I did confirm with him.

He looked at me for a while before replying. "Yeah, sure dude. See you around seven."

"Great, see you then."

The PC, camera and bed were all in position when the bell rang at 7:10. Ten minutes late, I was getting worried he wasn't coming. I answered and we talked a while in the hall.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Nah, let’s just fire the computer up.”

We sat down on the edge of my bed, same positions as last time; when he started searching porn sites, he found one that he liked and started playing a video clip as I spoke awkwardly. “I’m getting naked, it’s warm in here.”

“Warm?” Simon looked at me as though I had gone mad, but did watch as I stripped naked.

Sitting back next to him I noticed that he was still starring at my cock. “Are you getting hard yet buddy?” I asked.

He looked me in the face. “Getting there,” before recommencing the video stream.

After a few minutes he adjusted himself downstairs when I asked again. “How’s the stiffy?”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you want me to kiss it for you?” I asked in a state of nervous tension.

He did not reply, he just looked at me with half a smile on his face. I pushed the computer table back and knelt down in front of him, I started undoing is flies as he lifted his bum and allowed me to pull his jeans down to his ankles. Si's stiffy was more than okay, it was physically trying to force its way out of his boxers. I lifted the waistband and it instantly sprung out, Simon lifted his bum and pushed the back of his boxers down to his thighs, I took over and pushed them down to join his jeans. Grabbing hold of his shaft I paused and looked at it, if I looked at it any longer the sheer horror of what I was about to do would stop me from ever doing it. Taking the plunge I leaned forward and put 3 inches of it into my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. This wasn't me, I told myself, it was somebody else doing this.

"Good boy," came the voice from above as I felt Si’s hands on my head, I was seriously worried about how he would react when I started blowing him, at least I now knew he wasn't going to kick the shit out of me, one less thing to worry about. I had never had a blow job before and certainly never given one; so it was brand new territory for me, I knew you had to suck, I also knew that I had to breathe. So I reasoned that I would breathe in through the nose going down and suck on the way back up, I ran my teeth very lightly over the shaft, stopping on the upstroke when my teeth hit the bell end. Then I went down about 3 inches till his tip hit the back of my mouth.

I carried on not knowing if it was the correct technique or not, till I heard Si speak. "You're doing okay boy, but run your teeth over my dome when you are withdrawing, my dome is hyper sensitive and needs to feel your lips boy."

"That’s it, withdraw until your teeth virtually reach the tip of my cock and are close to coming together, then go back down," he added as I withdrew.

I did exactly as instructed, firstly I knew Miss Lucy would watch the recording and would love any opportunity to punish me for disobeying Simon; secondly I wanted Si to cum as soon as possible to get this over with and the thirdly, despite just wanting to get it over with I was becoming numb to being humiliated and degraded. I was getting used to just doing as I was told because it always seemed easier and less painful, in other words my will was by now virtually broken.

Si was once again holding the back of my head encouraging me. "Good boy, that's the way boy, good cocksucking boy."

I don't know if this last comment was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't.

Further Instructions came. "Okay boy, just as you are about to withdraw, run your tongue over my ‘Jap's eye’ a couple of times." Again I did as I was told.

"Oh my god, that is brilliant."

"Oh, fucking great boy."

"Oh you're fantastic boy, you really are."

I did not appreciate being called boy either, but was obviously not in a position to complain. I could tell he was close, he was going in faster, hitting the back of my mouth on every stroke now. Suddenly, half way through the out stroke he stopped, pushed it back in slightly and started to withdraw a bit and then fired several shots over my tongue and tonsils before withdrawing. I held my tongue out to show Si and the cameras, more for the benefit of the cameras, before swallowing. Si squeezed his knob so the last bit of sperm came out of the end, I leaned forward and licked it off before sitting back on my heels gazing at him, feeling an absolute prat. So that was my first blowjob, hopefully my last as a giver.

"Right boy, up on the bed, I want to watch while you lie down and whack your worm off."

I nodded, climbed on the bed and complied. Right hand around the worm, left hand stroking the balls, eyes closed, think of a fantasy and let's get this over with. After a few strokes I felt Si knock my left hand away and start playing with my balls himself. Pretending that it wasn't Si that was playing with my balls and concentrating hard I managed to cum in about 5 minutes, I of course made sure that I squeezed the last few drops out onto my stomach before the obligatory scooping it up with my fingers, swallowing every drop and then licking my fingers clean.

"You're getting to be quite a good cum swallower aren't you boy?"

"Yes Si," I said ashamedly, but trying my best to smile.

He grinned looking down at me. "It was a compliment boy, you should be saying thank you!"

"Thank you Si," I replied very timidly.

"Right then boy, on your feet, over here and bend over my knees," as he sat on the corner of the bed with his back to me.

"You're not going to smack my arse are you Si?" scrambling off my bed as I asked.

"That's a point, hadn't thought of that, I might do if you don't do exactly as I say."

I wish I had not mentioned anything now, I couldn't help but notice that he watched my small cock swing as I moved around the room. Bending over his jean clad knees with my naked stomach I again wondered how the hell I managed to get myself into this position.

Giving my arse a light slap as he spoke. "Get your knees apart boy, I want to see those two peas of yours bouncing around in that sack."

As I did I felt his hand come down between my thighs and his fingers groped my nuts has he spoke again. "Hands around the back and pull those cheeks open boy."

Bloody hell, why is it the whole world seemed interested in my sphincter; four weeks ago nobody has ever seen it, well since I was a baby at least. Now I had lost count of the number of times it has been inspected, touched, photographed, filmed and even entered.

Simon stopped playing with my balls and a few seconds later pushed a wet finger, presumably he had just licked it, on to my hole; he paused holding it there and then pushed firmly.

Oh well, I sighed inwardly, another finger fucking. At least he only used one finger, but he did spend a good 7 or 8 minutes doing it, all the time with me stretching my own cheeks wide apart.

During the proceedings Si livened things up by occasionally grabbing my hair, yanking my head up and making degrading comments along the lines of 'you're enjoying this aren't you Peter Boy' or ' you like having your arse finger fucked don't you boy.' I of course, always answered in the positive.

When he finally got bored he gave my arse a good slap. "Right back on your knees boy, I'll be back in a mo, just going to wash my hands."

I knelt in the middle of the room wondering what next, the thought occurred to me, assuming Miss Lucy did stop abusing me this weekend and I had to hope that was the case, how was I going to stop Si taking advantage of my body in the future. I couldn't exactly tell him I was only doing it to send a young girl the video recordings of it all!

Simon finished in the bathroom, re-entered my room and started undoing his flies. "Okay boy, you ready to give me another BJ?"

"Yes of course," said my mouth, my heart and brain said something entirely different.

Simon was still soft as he entered my mouth, but not for long as he thrust his hips into my face whilst grabbing the hair on top of my head and pulling me into him, he was clearly enjoying himself.

After a few moments his now stiff cock was going virtually all the way to the back of my throat, somewhat uncomfortable to say the very least, added to the fact that I utterly despised doing it. Simon was moaning, thanking me and insulting me all the way through it. I just wanted it to finish, but it didn't. Simon carried on fucking my face, I carried on serving him (because that is what I was actually doing to my 'best mate') and time seemed to stand still.

I was not actually keeping time but it took about four times as long for Simon to ejaculate this time around. When he did it was just a small drizzle into the back of my throat, hardly worth the effort I thought to myself, and then did I really just think that?

Squeezing the last drops on to the end of my tongue Simon addressed me. "Okay boy I'm off now, cheers Pete, I'm starting to enjoy these PC sessions, maybe we should start doing them every day."

"Yeah, maybe Si," I replied rather than the much more honest ‘Oh bloody hell no! Save me God!'

Within half an hour both camcorders were around at Miss Lucy's house. Miss Lucy, who answered the door, accepted them in her usual delighted and patronising manner.

Hopefully now there was just this Saturday night to cope with and then I was in the clear.

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Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy to Peter
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress to Peter

Getting off the bus after school on Wednesday I thought to myself 'another three days and a bit and I should be a free man.' I wasn't certain of course, no one could be where Miss Lucy was concerned, but I was desperate; I needed something to cling on to, to believe in.

Simon was waiting for me, he glared at me, he was furious for some reason, though heaven only knew why.

"You ok mate?" I asked.

"You cunt; you evil cunt; you evil, nasty, fucking cunt!"

"What's up mate?" I asked, then realisation suddenly hit me. Holy God! He must have found out about me recording our wanks and stuff together, but how?

"Get your fucking, evil, nasty, fucking arse down the back of the car park now!" I knew where he meant, at the back of the car park there was a walled secluded area where us kids often did business of ill repute, sorted out our differences and basically did things out of the sight of adults.

"Sorry Si, I've got to go home mate, I'll catch you later buddy," there was no way I was going 'down the back of the car park' with him in this mood, he would skin me alive, plus I needed thinking time to try and find a way out of this new mess.

"Wrong you evil, fucking cunt," he grabbed my arm and careless off who was watching, twisted it right up my back before yanking my hair backwards, I was in agony.

"You coming with me or shall I break your nasty fucking arms?"

Not having a lot of choices available at this point, I concluded that 'going with Si' was a viable option. Letting go of my arms he shoved me aggressively forwards before punching me hard in the back of the head. I saw stars.

"Lead the way you nasty cunt." I have known Si for a long time, but I have never known him in this mood, or anything approaching it, I really was scared of him. He was bigger than me, if it came to a physical fight I would not stand a chance. He would murder me and in this mood that maybe literally.

Once in the walled area I tried to explain to him about Miss Lucy or Lucy Johnson, he wouldn't listen, he just kept slapping me and telling me to stand up and fight. I tried to tell him she was blackmailing me and how bad it was now getting, he still wouldn't listen as more and more slaps rained down. I begged him to listen.

"Stand and fight, stop snivelling, take that, and that, have that and that!"

I was now on my knees, crying like mad, hands in front of me clasped begging, floods of tears running down my face onto my shirt. "Please Simon, please stop, I will do whatever you want, I beg you Simon, please I beg you."

He stopped at this point. "Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"Right," he replied looking down at me, a half smile spreading across his face. "Let's go down the woods, I’ve got something you can do."

10 minutes later we were in the woods, the same words at the bottom of the park that Miss Lucy had abused me, but in a different area. I was stark naked and on my knees, sucking Si’s cock. He was fully clothed, except for his flies being open.

When I had sucked him to erection he surprisingly stopped me going any further. "Stop, get up you cunt!" I fully expected to be kneeling until I have swallowed.

Pinning me to a tree with one hand around my throat and the other hand squeezing my balls, he pushed his face into mine. "Right, what's going to happen now is that you are going to spread your legs, bend at the waist and then I'm going to fuck your sweet cherry arse off you, do you understand?" with that he gave my balls an extra tight squeeze.

"Yes Si, whatever you say." I squealed in agony, I was so scared of Simon at this point.

As I bent over at the waist, legs already spread, I was thinking to myself, so this is it I am going to be fucked. I've had loads of things up my arse recently, but now I am going to have a real life cock up there, I am going to be fucked!

My sphincter had been stretched quite a lot recently so when Si’s cock entered me it didn't hurt that much, I did not really notice the first strokes, so much was going through my mind, but by the time he got into his rhythm the thought hit me, I have now being buggered. Even if he pulls out now for the rest of their life I cannot see no one has ever buggered me.

I tried to put the whole experience out of my mind; I was homophobic, despite my recent experiences I found the whole idea of gay sex offensive and distasteful. I'd been forced into oral with Si and now I was been forced into anal. I still found it disgusting and just wanted it to end.

Si on the other hand was fully enjoying it. He punched me hard in the right kidney. "Bradley you cunt, push back at the end of each stroke."

When I refused he gave me another kidney punch, harder this time. "I said push back you cunt."

When I still refused he gave me three really vicious punches, all to my right kidney. "PUSH BACK YOU CUNT!" he shouted.

Knowing I was going to have to do it anyway I started pushing back. The thought that I was now contributing to being buggered hit me hard and I started crying yet again. I was doing a lot of crying these days.

When he did shoot, it didn't take him as long as normal, he grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground.

"Kneel boy!"

I knelt down, still crying, has he shuffled up to me. By now his trousers were around his ankles, his cock hit my nose as he looked down to me and spoke.

“Lick me clean."

In robot mode I just did it, I opened my mouth and sucked the last bit of semen out of his cock, sucked the last 4 inches clean and then licked around the base of his cock. It tasted awful and all the time my eyes were streaming tears.

Afterwards we talked, me kneeling down naked, Simon walking around me. It wasn't a friendly chat, he was still livid with me, I was still nervous and very afraid of him.

He told me how Lucy Johnson had approached him, shown him a collection of videos that I had taken, of me masturbating him and vice versa, as well as others of me going down on him. She threatened to blackmail him, exposing him as gay and show everyone the video, unless he did as she said.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I told her I didn't care and I was coming out soon anyway, told her I'd come out to my family already. Then I beat her up; yeah beat up a young girl, how brave of me!"

"Why?"

"Because she tried to blackmail me you thick twat! I also told her that I knew she was blackmailing you and that if she breathes anything to anyone I would tell everything, how she tried to sexually blackmail me, how she was blackmailing you. I also said that if she ran to her dad just ‘cos I’d given her a beating, then I tell everything for that too. Like I said I was coming out soon, I had nothing to lose."

"You knew she was blackmailing me?"

"Oh fucking hell Bradley you thick cunt," he was still using my surname. “I just put two and two together. You've been acting strange recently, calling her Miss Lucy, doing as she wanted, getting me to wank off with you nearly every day, it transpires just for Lucy Johnson's videos. So when she tried to blackmail me with those same videos I simply worked it out. It's called common sense!"

Thinking 'I wish I had done that, I would not be in so much shit now.' "So you are coming out soon then?"

"Oh Bradley you really are dense as shit. It...is...called...a...bluff," he said slowly and very patronisingly. "I knew if I did as she said once then I would be kissing her arse for the rest of my life."

Which is exactly where I was, I noted.

"Anyway the question is what to do with you. You deliberately took videos of me having gay sex whilst masquerading as a friend. If you don't want the shit kicked out of you every day for a month then here's what's going to happen. You will let me butt fuck you on four more occasions. After that I never want to see or hear from you again."

"No way I've done what you wanted, we’re square. There's no way I'm....." I came to a stop as he kicked me in the stomach, not hard but enough to take the wind out of me. I was still kneeling down naked and dropped onto all fours gasping for breath. He grabbed one of my arms twisted it up my back. I collapsed forward, head on the floor. The next thing I knew he had put one foot on the side of my head, taken the other foot off the ground and reached through my legs and lifted the bottom half of my body off the ground by my scrotum.

I was in agony. I was stark naked, my skull felt like it was going to cave in, my arm was about two inches away from being ripped off at the shoulder, I was still gasping for breath. But all that was totally eclipsed by the pain in my bollocks.

"Want to reconsider Bradley?"

“Ok I've had enough I'll do as you say,” I whimpered. The other foot went back on the ground, taking the weight off my skull and the pressure on my arms and balls reduced.

"So you are happy to let me fuck you four more times?"

"You can shag me four more times."

The pressure instantly increased as he shouted out. "No Bradley I said you are happy to let me fuck you four more times.”

“I’m happy to let you fuck me four more times, I’m happy to let you fuck me four more times, I’m happy to let you fuck...” repeating over and over again in panic.

He let go and started walking away. "That's better and don't you dare refuse me, not even once. Or your life won't be worth living!"

It wasn't anyway, but I wanted to get this over with, I knew I was getting to the end of myself. Going back to my knees I called out after him. "Si, can I ask a favour please?"

He stopped and turned to me. "What?" he snarled.

"Please can you get this over with as soon as possible, please don't let it drag on." He looked down and studied the ground before answering. "Okay, for old times sake, I'll try and do all four in the next week," before turning away again.

"Thanks Si," I called after him.

When he was out of sight I began the slow process of picking my clothes up and putting them on. So it didn't all finished this Saturday, I now had to contend with been buggered four times by my ex-best mate. Most people would have found a way out of this, as I should have done. The problem was that my self-confidence, my feeling of personal worth and my self-esteem were all effectively negative equities due to recent events. I simply did as I was told even though I knew it was wrong.

When I was fully dressed I sat down and cried, it was becoming second nature to me.

The following day, Thursday and it was lunchtime, I had English first thing, then Physics just before lunch. Si Abingdon was in my Physics class, the only class we had together; coming out of class he caught me.

"Peter, let's go down the gym," he almost sounded pleasant!

"Why, I haven't had lunch yet, I’m not into workouts, I know you are, but I can't stand the gym."

He placed his head close to my ear and growled quietly so that no one else would hear. "Cunt, get your arse down the gym now or I'll have your balls in a vice before tomorrow."

A mental picture of Si tightening a vice, with my testicles gripped between the jaws, flashed before my eyes; sickeningly I could actually envisage him doing it as well, so many things were happening to me in my life at the moment.

Reaching the school gym he walked towards the gym storeroom and took a plastic card out of his pocket; twisting the storeroom door knob one way he forced his card down the crack in the door, twisted the knob in the other direction and rammed his shoulder into the door. Nothing! He tried it again and this time to my amazement he forced the door of the storeroom open.

"In," he said indicating to me to enter the storeroom.

"No way!" I answered shocked. The gym storeroom was strictly ‘out of bounds’ to all pupils unless there was a member of gym staff present. With good reason, about a year ago somebody stole four footballs out of the storeroom, crossed out the school markings and wrote his own name on them in felt tip. Ingenious, until a teacher found one of the balls in his schoolbag. The headmaster rang his mum up and surprise, surprise; she found three more footballs in his bedroom! I believe that he got suspended for a month because of that. Anyway, the gym storeroom was considered definitely out of bounds on the pain of death.

Si walked up to me, grabbed me by the balls and snarled into my face. "Get your evil fucking arse into that storeroom now or I will rip your bollocks off!"

Not having a lot of choice I entered the storeroom, Si closed the door behind us both and turned to me and spoke.

"Right, drop your pants, cunt! And prepare for your next arse fucking. You can bend over that bench there, that will be okay for me."

"Not here Si, it’s filthy and if we get caught we'll both be expelled."

"No we won't, no one ever comes near this place at lunchtime, that's why I chose it, no one will ever find us. Now drop 'em cunt or I'll turn your face into a blood sandwich."

He was right, nobody ever did. With deep reluctance I turned around, undid my buckle and flies, pushed my pants around my ankles and bent over the bench waiting for Simon's grand entrance.

Only somebody who has been repeatedly raped could possibly understand the emotions that were firing through my brain at this point. Unloved by the world, the total feeling of injustice, my complete lack of self esteem, even a desire to just get it over with, that feeling of victimisation constantly asking myself 'why me?'

It hurt, but I didn't notice the pain that much, I just wanted it to end, after a couple of strokes the vicious kidney punches started and Simon started shouting at me to push back, of course I did. I just kept thinking that this wasn't me, it was happening to somebody else not me. When Simon finally withdrew I got off the bench, knelt down and opened my mouth like a zombie, for my obligatory cleanup task.

When Simon finally departed he left the store room door swinging open, I quickly dressed, went straight outside and shut the door firmly behind me, it clicked locked. I then got as far away from the gym building as fast as I could, I just wanted to forget all about what happened. I didn't have any lunch that day, unsurprisingly I wasn't hungry. Straight after lunch we had PT, circuit training. I was made to help get all the gym equipment that we would be using out of the storeroom. It felt like even though PT teachers were deliberately ganging up against me as I was effectively forced to re-enter the same room that my ex-best friend had re-entered me only 40 minutes earlier.
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At the end of the day I got off the bus and made my way home, waiting for me at the bottom of the drive to my house was my 8 year old Mistress.

"Ah Ginger Nuts, just the person I wanted to see, here take this," as she handed across a plastic carrier bag.

"Thank you Mistress," I spoke in a flat monotone voice, nothing in life seems to matter to me anymore.

"You know that clearing in the woods where you sucked wee out of your underpants on Monday," she continued.

"Yes Mistress," how could I ever forget!

"Well meet me there at 7 o'clock, when I arrive you will be naked, hands handcuffed behind you and blindfold on. Don't you dare be late."

My head spun briefly.

"Where am I going to get handcuffs and a blindfold from Mistress?"

"Oh Ginger Nuts look in the bag you silly boy! I've got the only keys to the handcuffs so don't lock them until you are in position, see you later Ginger Nuts," with that she walked away smiling.

Oh well, only two days to go, I could handle this shit. I went to my bedroom, opened the carrier bag and examined the handcuffs and blindfold. I put them back into the bag and shoved them under my bed then tried to enjoy a few precious hours of freedom.

It was 6:40 and I made my way slowly to the woods. I just sat there with handcuffs and blindfold on the ground until 6:55 when I finally got undressed. I fitted the blindfold over my head, slipped my hand through one handcuff, behind my back, then the other handcuff.... Click. I was about two minutes early, just right. I knew from previous experience that I didn't dare be even a second late.

It was only a few minutes later when I heard the bright, chirpy voice of my 8 year old Mistress.

"Hello there, I've got a brill’ new game for us tonight; we’re going to play dogs and owners."

"Thank you Mistress," I replied humbly.

She then pulled off my blindfold, got her keys out and unlocked my hands, I wasn't expecting that. Next she peeled back my foreskin, pinched my bell-end and pulled my cock upwards exposing my balls, basically informing me I was in danger of having my balls flicked, I gasped in anticipation of what was almost certain to happen. She looked up at me smiling, it still seemed inconceivable that I was being so utterly dominated by what was in effect a pre-puberty mistress. It was crazy that I had never seen any part of her body other than her hands, face and feet; yet she had plenty, and I mean plenty, of first-hand knowledge of all my most intimate areas, as well as loads of video evidence backing it up!

"You are now a dog and your name is Towser, understand?"

"Yes Mistress." Flick. "Ahhhhhh...ouch...ah...ah!" I cried out.

"You are a dog, you are only allowed to bark, do you understand?"

"Woof."....Flick....."Oooooooow...ah...ouch...ooh. "

"It is two barks for yes and one for no, do you understand?"

"Woof, woof.".....Flick..."Ahhhhh...nooo.....oooh.....ooo ooooo."

"When you bark, you bark with enthusiasm, not in that monotone voice, you are excited to greet your mistress, do you understand?"

"Woof, woof," this time in a far more excited manner.

She then let go of my cock, thankfully informing me that there were no more flicks imminent and picked up a pink collar and lead to fasten around my neck. I took the opportunity to look around, naturally I saw a couple of camcorders in strategic positions. Miss Lucy and Mistress always recorded these sessions. On their website peterbradleyisgay.com there were now many hours of me being abused, sucking cock and masturbating in many places including outdoors. I know, I had been shown them. Fortunately the site was password protected, unfortunately I was not allowed to know the password.

"Now get down on all fours like a dog," she commanded. "No Towser, keep your bum in the air, that's good," she laid the lead on my back and went to collect a whip, returning she picked up the lead again and yanked it forward severely, causing pain in the side of my neck, called out to me.

"Walkies Towser."

I started to crawl forward and instantly felt the pain of the whip on my arse. "Ouch."

"Quicker than that Towser, you are a dog you are excited about going for a walk with your mistress, show you are excited, you should be out in front pulling on the lead."

'Oh no surely not, surely this cannot be happening to me, why me,' I thought of all the other lads in my year, they would be playing football or on their computers, not being cruelly abused by a Junior School girl, 'oh why me?'

I started crawling as fast as I could, it was hard, my knees hurt like hell, my back ached and I was being constantly patronized by Mistress.

“My word Towser, you are an excited little doggy aren't you, you really are Towser, I think I'll have to walk you more often after this..."

After about four laps of the clearing I started to slow down, despite fearing another arse whipping, I knew Mistress would show no mercy, I WAS going as fast as I could, but I was simply too tired and in too much pain.

"Okay Towser din-dins," as she led me towards her bag, taking out two small plastic dog bowls she placed them on the ground in front of me, the first she filled with a bottle of water before getting a tin of dog food out of her bag along with a spoon. My heart sank to a new depth as I watched her spoon about two-thirds of can into the second bowl.

"Now then Towser," as she started walking away. "No eating till I say so," before returning with one of the camcorders, the other one was behind me I noticed. "Right Towser dinner's ready if you want it."

Ahhhhhrg, her patronising tone cut right through me, but I knew that if I did not start eating and eating in a happy and excited manner, then I would soon be punished.

The food didn't taste that bad, a bit fatty and salty, I had to keep lapping water to help me to swallow. But all I could think of was being filmed, naked, on all fours like a dog, eating dog food out of a bowl under the supervision of an 8 year old girl.

"My, my, you are enjoying your dinner aren’t you Towser?"

I looked up at the camera and putting my shame to one side smiled, nodded and barked a very excited 'woof, woof' before returning to my meal. I paused when I was more than half way through and looked up smiling at Mistress, hoping against hope that she would be lenient with me and not make me eat it all.

"Well finish it off Towser, all of it."

Oh well, how much more shame could she heap on my miserable life. I continued eating knowing exactly what 'all of it' meant. I left a little water to rinse my mouth out, but was eating the last little bits of jelly round the edge of the food bowl when Mistress bent down. "Towser you hungry little doggy, you’d eat the bowl up if I let you.” Removing the food bowl she continued. "Now finish your water like a good dog and we'll go for another walk."

I managed only about two laps of the second walk before I started to slow down, by this stage my knees were starting to feel numb when Mistress led me to a tree in front of one of the cameras.

"Right Towser time to do your duty."

I looked up at her with a puzzled look on my face just in time to see the whip coming down towards my bum. "Ah, ouch."

"Towser, cock your leg up against a tree otherwise I'll have to leave you outside all night." She would as well. Naked.

I cocked my leg and pretended to pee when the whip started coming down fast and furious.

Whip

"Ahhhrgh."

Whip

"Ooooooooch...oooo"

Whip...whip...whip...whip

"Oooohh...argh...ouch...please no more, I beg you Mistress.

"When I tell you to wee Towser, you wee properly, now wee or you will get another sore bottom!"

Every single order seemed to get more and more degrading as I was now forced not only to eat but also to pee like a dog. The humiliation was made worse by the fact that I was being made to do it on camera. I couldn't pee a lot, my bladder was not full enough, but what I did do seemed to satisfy Mistress.

"Okay Towser, over here in front of this other camera," as she led me away. "Good doggy now do you want to know what you need to make you a really good looking doggy, attractive to all the other doggies?"

Clearly I didn't, but why would she want to make me attractive to other dogs? Was she going to dress me up as a dog? Was she going to make me have sex with a real life dog? I have been made to do so many unbelievable things I could do no longer discount anything, that said it was probably best not to think about it.

"What every good little dog in needs is a tail, and look what mummy’s got for you here Towser, your own little tail," with that she produced a butt plug, not the biggest thing that I have had inserted up my arse but it did have pink Ribbons hanging off it, clearly that tail. "Aren't you excited about having your own tail Towser?"

I knew what was required, looking up and smiling at her I gave the most excited 'woof, woof' that I could.

She brought the end of the plug down to my face and instructed me. "Now lick the plug like a good little doggy Towser."

I got as much saliva as I could onto it, hopefully it would slip in easier.

"Oooooooo Towser you really have liked that well, you are so excited about having your own tail, aren't you Towser?............. AREN’T YOU TOWSER?"

"Woof, woof!"

"Now knees apart whilst mummy fixes your tail." I felt her prize my cheeks, then insert a wet finger, ostentatiously to lube my passageway, in reality simply because she wanted to, she obviously enjoyed this aspect of controlling me. I didn't!

Eventually I could feel the plug entering me, then slide out again, pause, then in, out, pause again and finally, slowly in again.

Standing up she told me. "Walkies again Towser," then led me off whilst giving me further instructions. "Remember to keep wagging your tail Towser, all the way round."

I did my best but it was difficult, trying to get in front and pull on the lead whilst wagging my arse at the same time. After about 3 laps I began to slow down, Mistress was having none of it.

Whip

"Oooooooh...ouch."

Another 3/4 lap...Whip

"Ooooooh...arh."

And so it carried on, I must have done nearly 10 laps and received about 25 whips to my arse by the time we finished. My knees, my legs, my hips and my shoulders felt like they would never work again. Whilst the pain on my bum was simply exquisite. I had been beaten before by Mistress, but never like this. I was convinced she was actually drawing blood before she finally stopped.


"Well Towser, I hope you enjoyed walkies with your mistress," as she undid the collar around my neck. "Now be a good doggy and take your plug out." I did as she told me as she offered further instructions. "On your hind legs Towser," whilst she placed the collar, lead and nearest camcorder into her bag. I stood there and waited whilst she retrieved the second camera and pointed it straight at my face. "Now clean your plug Towser."

I put the plug in my mouth and licked, it tasted disgusting, I would never be allowed to stop licking without being told so I got on with it, never getting the taste out of my mouth. I could never understand how a young girl like this could come up with so many painful, disgusting and humiliating things to do to me and it was getting worse!

After she did finally tell me to stop I handed across the butt plug tail, which she put away with the second camcorder before turning back to me. "Right then I'll see you next on Saturday 7pm at your house, if not before. It's going to be fun."

"Yes Mistress."

I waited for Mistress to leave and then got dressed and walked home slowly. That night I cried myself to sleep.

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Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s ex-best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy to Peter
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress to Peter


Friday at school came and went, after the events of the week, being made to strip off by Becky on Monday followed by the piss swallowing session and then being fucked up the arse the last two days, not to mention the Towser session with Mistress in the woods; it was an utter relief to get off the bus at the end of the day unscathed. I still had to give my arse to Simon on 3 more occasions and there was Saturday evening with Miss Lucy and most probably Mistress to endure. To be honest it was more the Saturday night that I was most dreading, they had been getting worse and worse lately, in addition Miss Lucy would add another Saturday night as a punishment for any trivial offence. When the time came I was determined to do whatever I was told immediately, no matter how disgusting, humiliating or painful and let's just get this over with. Easier said than done, the shock of being told to do something morally unacceptable was difficult to overcome. There was also the worry that even when this Saturday was out of the way Miss Lucy would continue to abuse me in the future, though I just had to put that thought out of my mind.

"Peter," I heard the familiar voice of my ex-best friend Simon calling my name as I alighted the bus, turning around I saw him beckon me to follow him. We followed the now very familiar path of going down the park and into the woods at the bottom. Not waiting to be told I immediately started stripping as he sat and just watched. I knew that I was about to be buggered and in many ways it was a strange feeling. I still despised homosexuality, now more than ever, but from my point of view it wasn't homosexuality as I got no pleasure out of it, it was simply a case of somebody else using my body, in effect rape as I had no choice in the matter. Well I did have actually, I could let Simon kick the living shit out of me on a regular basis, not desirable. Furthermore my father would never step in to help, he was old fashioned and believed that kids should sort their own problems out, in his opinion I should 'man up' and not go running to daddy every time I got into bother with another kid.

Anyway, back to being buggered, I knew it was going to happen so I just wanted to get it over with. Unfortunately though having been shagged the last two days my arse was now in bits, and this was going to be a very painful experience.

Once naked I stood in front of Simon whilst he looked my body up and down. "Right Bradley, before I pump you I'd like you to entertain me, so for my amusement you will wank and you won't stop until you get a lob on."

I looked at him, shrugged my shoulders and started. There was no point in arguing, I didn't have the will to argue anymore anyway.


After a short while I could feel myself firming up and before long I had a fully erect pole. Simon never smiled, he simply looked at me impassively. I don't think he was getting turned on by watching me masturbate, but more from the fact that he had the power to make me do it.

Once hard he did come over to have a closer look, he ran a forefinger over the small amount of pre-cum on my dome before giving it is squeeze to force more pre-cum out and then rubbing it around my dome again. He pushed my cock down and watched it bounce back up, then repeated it three more times. Once satisfied he wiped his finger clean on my chest.

"Right Bradley, on your hands and knees and get those knees fucking well wide apart."

As I did I felt Simon drop to his knees about two feet behind me and unfasten his trousers. So I was going to be buggered doggy style. Simon was fumbling about with something, I looked down between my legs to see him smearing some kind of oil onto his knob. I could hardly say that it was considerate of him, but it was something.
He then rammed forcibly, two oily fingers straight up my arse and gave me three further strokes before withdrawing them completely. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth in anticipation of what was about to happen. As his cock entered my already very sore arse I was beginning to regret asking him to get this all over within a few days.

He finally got it all the way in and then started his slow shagging action, leaning forward to take a fistful of my hair in one hand, he yanked my head back every time he forced himself all the way in me and then violently shoved my head forwards as he withdrew, totally disregarding the pain and discomfort he was causing me.

I don't want to go into too many details of the fuck, needless to say that I spent the entire time feeling very low and totally degraded, constantly asking myself 'why me?'
When he did cum inside me he forced his way all the way up me, causing extra pain inside me as well as pulling my head back for all that he was worth and holding me in that position for a few moments whilst his scrotum emptied. He then withdrew completely and I felt him studying my arse, presumably watching my sphincter muscles tighten up again. Standing up, he came around the front of me with his now predictable instruction.

"Now suck me clean Bradley."

I straightened up whilst remaining on my knees and opened my mouth to have his oily, semi-hard cock stuck straight into it. I sucked, licked and swallowed until it was gleaming but he never withdrew it, instead over several minutes he actually became hard again and let out a few well chosen moans, whilst stroking my head. It dawned on me that I was now giving him a blow-job in addition to just having been fucked by him. Giving in to the situation I started to do all the things that he liked, running my teeth lightly over his bell end, floating my tongue across his jap's eye, everything possible to get him to cum quickly.

He had, of course, only just ejaculated and as such it took another 30 minutes of sucking to get a dribble of spunk out of him, what little there was I swallowed as he removed his prick leaving me with an aching jaw and tongue.

“Okay Bradley back on all fours!” he shouted at me as he fastened his boxers and trousers back up.

Thinking ‘Oh what now, he can’t possibly want to shag me again, can he, can he?’ I quickly complied to receive two very hard smacks, one on each cheek, far harder than Miss Lucy’s had ever been, I cried out in sheer pain as he said his goodbyes.

“I’ll catch you later Bradley, most likely see you this weekend at some point.”

I did not reply, I waited for him to disappear out of sight before getting up in tears, getting dressed and making my way through the woods and back up the park.

I managed to dry my eyes out by the time that I was halfway up the park, at the top near the exit there was a kiddies climbing frame, with a couple of swings and a small slide on it. There were four young girls playing on it and I had to go fairly close past it in order to get out of the park towards home, I did not pay the girls any attention, I had other things on my mind as I walked past the climbing frame.

“Oi, Ginger Nuts!” I was instantly sickened to hear the voice of Mistress, I simply dare not ignore it, I very sadly turned to face the four young girls as my fears were confirmed, it was Mistress with three of her friends.

“What’s your name?” she called out.

“Ginger Nuts,” I replied.

“Ginger Nuts what?”

I took a deep breath. “Ginger Nuts Mistress.”

Her three friends laughed out loud at this reply.

“Why are you called Ginger Nuts?”

“Because I’ve got ginger nuts Mistress,” more raucous laughter.

“Prove it.”

Oh hell, she wanted me to get my tackle out in front of her friends, would this day never end. I looked at her, at her smug grinning face, at her superiority in front of her friends and very quickly considered my options. There weren’t any, a refusal to comply would only lead to a far, far worse punishment tomorrow night at the hands of Miss Lucy. Slowly I undid my trousers yet again and pushed my trousers and underpants down to display my wares. I was fighting back the tears as I looked at the four girls, I had only just stopped crying a few minutes earlier. Mistress was grinning in pure delight whilst largely ignoring me; this was all old hat to her, climbing up the back of the apparatus just happy to show off the power that she held over me. The other 3 girls, all about eight years old, were by now stood on the ground in hysterics, pointing and laughing at me. I didn't dare get dressed until Mistress give me permission and heaven only knows how long I would have remained like that until Mistress saw a lady walking her dog towards the park. Panicking she shouted across to her friends.

"Someone's coming, c'mon let's go," with that all four girls ran off leaving me.

I was about to get caught and instinctively collapsed to the ground and struggled to pull my pants up with the lady now entering the park. I do not know how much she saw, but with four 8 year old girls running off laughing in one direction and a 14 year old boy lying on the ground pulling his pants up! It did not leave a lot to the imagination.

I finally got home, dad was already in, he often got home early on a Friday. But I couldn't face him, I shouted through to the front room that I was going upstairs to do my homework.

I got to my bedroom desperately unhappy, why was life so unfair, what have I done wrong to deserve this?

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Peter Bradley Age 14
Simon Abingdon Age 14 Peter’s ex-best mate
Lucy Johnson Age 13 Peter’s tormentor; known as Miss Lucy to Peter
Becky Smith Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sally Hainsworth Age 13 Lucy’s friend
Sara Johnson Age 8 Lucy’s sister; known as Mistress to Peter

The following day, Saturday evening at my house. Dad has just set off down the club and the doorbell went. Almost straight away I yank the door open, step forward onto the mat, naked, hands behind my back. Mistress is staring up at me with a smile, Miss Lucy is a few yards behind her pointing a video camera at us both, with a bag over her shoulder.

Mistress lifted up my penis, pulled back the foreskin and inspected it, eventually she lifted it up by the bell end and curled her forefinger on to the thumb of her left hand into a 'flicking position' aimed at my left testis.

"What is your name?"

"Ginger Nuts Mistress"

"Why are you called Ginger Nuts?"

"Because I've got ginger nuts Mistress."

"Do you like having your ginger nuts flicked?"

I thought about this one, either yes or no would almost certainly generate a flicking. In the end I replied tactfully.

"Whatever gives you pleasure Mistress."

She seemed to accept that, shrugged her shoulders and let go of my knob, the relief in not getting a severe flicking on my nuts was immense. I was almost on a high when Miss Lucy took over.

"Everybody inside, it's time to get Red Head Bradley dressed."

First out of her bag Miss Lucy pulled a pair of stilettos covered in silver glitter, which I was instructed to put on. I never realised how difficult high heels were to wear, especially when you was as nervous as I was. Next was a silver tiara, then a fairy wand which I had to hold in my right hand and finally a set of fairy wings on a wire frame with elastic straps to go across my chest. Miss Lucy fitted these on to me whilst Mistress constantly played with my cock and balls. Next Miss Lucy got her make-up bag out and stood in front of me doing up my face with make-up and lipstick. During this my 8 year old Mistress went round the back, pulled apart my arse cheeks and spent several very enjoyable minutes playing with my anus. After everything that had happened to me over the last few weeks, humiliation was no longer a factor. I just stared dully ahead accepting whatever fate had in store. Once finished I was required to pose for a series of photos in various positions, before being ordered to skip around the room whilst singing over and over again.

"My name is Peter Bradley, and I am a fairy."

All the time smiling and waving my wand as Miss Lucy and Mistress recorded it all.

Skipping? In stilettos? It was the most ungainly skipping on the planet, I looked completely stupid, and furthermore I no longer cared. Miss Lucy and Mistress were constantly laughing at me, my unbalanced skipping, a stark naked fairy, my nervous singing.

After several laps Miss Lucy turned to me. "Right then Fairy Boy, time to go outside and do five laps on the front lawn."

"Miss Lucy, please, I can't, please, everyone will see me." Our front garden was very open and people frequently walked past, especially on a Saturday evening as they were going out.

"Stop arguing ‘Arsewipe’, you will do as you are told."

"Please no Miss Lucy I beg of you."

"If that's how you want it, get into the spanking position now," she instructed. Then as I paused she screamed again.

"NOW!"

I quickly complied, turned my back to her, spread my legs wide, touched my toes, bit my bottom lip and waited.

Oh my, my oh my! This was the worst spanking yet. It was sweet pain. I only just remembered to count each smack and add 'Thank you very much Miss Lucy please will you give me another.' By the time I had received the full 24 I was crying like a baby.

"Stop snivelling and stand up you soft piece of shit."

At least I didn't receive any extra for crying out loud. As I faced Miss Lucy she spoke again.

"Now get yourself outside and start dancing around the lawn like I told you."

"Please Miss Lucy I am begging you, please don't make me," I begged for one last time, but it was pointless.

"Right then, that's one more Saturday night session you now owe me, now are you going outside or what?"

Realising that any further pleads and protests would be self damaging, I slowly trudged outside with my head down whilst trying to keep my balance.

"Remember to keep smiling and waving your wand as you skip," barked Miss Lucy.

"Yes Miss Lucy," I was going to get caught, there was no way on the planet I would get away with this without being caught. Miss Lucy and Mistress followed me out with the camcorders as I began my pathetic skip.

"My name is Peter Bradley, and I am a fairy;

My name is Peter Bradley, and I am a fairy....."

Over and over again as I pranced around the garden all the time smiling and waving my wand.

Whilst on the second lap, 5 women, about 20-24 years old, walked past all dressed up. Obviously ready to go out for the night. Predictably they stopped when level with my garden and watched the scene that had unfolded before them. As I went past I made a point of smiling waving my wand at them, I knew that's what Miss Lucy would want. 2 laps down, 3 to go, as I started the next lap I noticed the lady next door watching me with a frown. Reaching the far edge of the garden there were two kids across the street looking out of their upstairs window at me. Past the five ladies again, a quick wave of the wand and a smile at them and that was lap 3 over. After that I stopped looking to see who was watching and just tried to do the last 2 laps the best I could. I could hear the women talking as I went past, comments along the line of:

'Have you ever seen anything like that?'

'He's obviously a natural redhead.'

'He must be enjoying it because he's smiling like mad.'

'I reckon he's just lost a bet to the girls in the corner.'

When finished I was unsure of what to do next without annoying Miss Lucy, so I skipped towards her before coming to a standstill.

"My name is Peter Bradley, and I am a fairy........ Was that alright Miss Lucy?"

“Yeah fine, you can go inside now if you like,” she answered grinning broadly. I walked down the drive to a round of applause from the women.

Once inside Mistress took over. "Right upstairs to the bathroom Ginger Nuts."

"Yes Mistress," whilst saying to myself 'Oh no, please no, please not another ice cold bath, please God not that.'

But I was wrong. I was made to stand with my hands on my head as Mistress produced some small scissors out of her pocket and trimmed my pubic hairs right back. When finished she proceeded to give my entire groin area a very soapy wash; cock, balls, under the foreskin, pubic area. She obviously enjoyed the feeling of my knob slipping through her soapy fingers as she repeated that many, many times. The next thing she did was to cover my groin with shaving foam, so that was it, I was going to get shaved was I oh well, whatever. It would be embarrassing in the shower at school after PT, but nothing worse than what I had to put up with last week. I was also sure that Si would love the sight of it the next time he abused me. As Mistress slowly and lovingly ran dad's razor over the top of my pubic area I looked up. Miss Lucy was of course recording the whole thing, whilst smiling happily. Mistress moved on to my penis, pulling it taut and then shaving it. How the hell did she know how to shave cocks at her age? I didn't want to know the answer to that.

Then the inevitable happened, my scrotum. I was literally shitting bricks, the thought of anyone shaving me there was scary enough, but an 8 year old girl! I tried not to shake, that would only make it worse, but one slip of that razor and.....

After an eternity I felt her drop my ball sack. "Alright Ginger Nuts all done this side, turn around, spread your legs and touch your toes."

Again I should be humiliated by this. But there was no point anymore. Like a robot I turned around and did what was required. I was seriously considering suicide now, dad had 3/4 of a bottle of Scotch in his cabinet and nearly a full packet of aspirin in the first aid box, that should be enough shouldn't it. I had to do something, there just wasn't any way out of this nightmare. It wasn't fair, I had done nothing to deserve all this abuse.

I felt mistress smearing shaving foam all around my crack, her fingers lingered over my sphincter, up and down the crack, sphincter again. Predictably her fingers started pushing as they commenced their journey up my anal passage. Mistress spent quite a lot of time finger fucking me before picking up the razor and scraping away at the walls of my arse.

When Mistress was satisfied that I was totally smooth I was taken down stairs and made to wank watching a gay DVD that they had brought, whilst fucking myself with the vibrator. After swallowing my juices Miss Lucy handcuffed my hands behind my back, presumably the same handcuffs that I was given on Thursday.

Miss Lucy then ordered me onto my back, which hurt like hell has my body weight dug into my handcuffed wrists. She then passed a thin rope around my shoulders and arms, picking my ankles up she then forced them further upwards, over my waist and down towards my face as my knees naturally bent, before telling mistress to tie my ankles with the rope coming from around my shoulder. I was hogtied. She produced a short pole, about two and a half feet long, from her bag along with two more lengths of rope fastened to either end. (Where on earth did she get these things from?) She tied one end to my right knee, then the other end to my left me. I was now hogtied with my knees pushed two and a half feet apart. Finally out of her bag she brought a courgette that was probably the biggest I have ever seen, along with a tube of some kind of body cream. This must surely be just to scare me, they would never insert that up my bum, it was far thicker than any cock I have ever seen.

Miss Lucy looked at me in the face. "Would you like Sara to fuck you with this courgette?"

"Please no Miss Lucy it would split me..." I was unable to finish my sentence as Miss Lucy's clenched fist came flying down and punched me square on the nose, I felt blood immediately flowing down my nostrils and the front of my face went numb.

"I'll ask you again," she snarled. "Would you like Sara to fuck you with this courgette?"

"Yes please Miss Lucy, please can Mistress fuck me with the courgette," let's get this over with I thought, I can't take anymore, as soon as they leave I am going straight on the internet to look up painless forms of suicide. I just cannot take anymore, I now felt and tasted the blood as it entered my mouth.

I watched as Mistress lubricated the courgette with the cream before applying more cream to the inside of my anus, was she really going to do it or was she just scaring me. I glanced at Miss Lucy holding the camcorder, then back at Mistress as she started to push the thin end into me. Gently stretching me forcing more and more into me then it stopped, I had reached my limit and was in a lot of pain. I gritted my teeth as Mistress tried pushing it some more, but it wasn't going any further in. Sweet Jesus alive, this really did hurt. Then using all her strength she gave it a mighty thrust.

The pain was excruciating, I screamed, I cried out, crying for God to help, anyone to help, for mercy from my tormenters. Agony was not the word, this was human torture.

As my screaming died down I heard Sara speak excitedly. "His bottom has split open, look Lucy it's bleeding, his bottom has split open and now he's bleeding." The bastards had split my ring.

"Don't worry," replied Lucy. "Just carry on fucking him and I'll film him crying out."

The evil cunts, they just didn't care about me, as I cried out in pain whilst Sara continued fucking me and Lucy recorded it. Everybody has a limit, every single one of us has their own breaking point, we all have our red lines which must not be crossed. Lucy and Sara had just crossed mine, I now had to fight back. I suddenly realised in those moments of agony and degradation that I was only taking this shit to ultimately avoid public ridicule and isolation. Yet this was far worse than anything that I would be made to suffer anyway. A lifetime in a young offenders institute would be better than this. I was now determined suicide was not the answer; I would kill them. Dad had a 2 pound hammer in the garage. The first opportunity that I got, the moment that they untied me, yes stark naked, I would go for it, I would beat them to death. I had to, I could not go on like this. I knew that this was no idle threat, they had now broken me. I WAS going to kill them.


What happened next most probably saved Lucy and Sara’s life, as Sara slid the courgette into me for the umpteenth time the front door opened and dad walked in.

Dad surveyed the scene in front of him, me lying on my back, face covered in blood, hogtied, pubes shaved, an eight-year-old girl running a courgette the size of his wrist up my arse, my arse bleeding like hell all over the courgette, me crying out in agony and another girl recording the whole thing.

Dad had simply forgotten his wallet, when he got to the club one of his mates bought him a quick drink then he walked back home for his wallet, intending to return to the club.

About two hours later I was in floods of tears, in a police station, explaining to two of the nicest women police officers that you could have ever met, the entire story, from the golf ball incident onwards. Everything. They were lovely, they just kept reassuring me, telling me that none of it was my fault and that it was all over now.

Lucy, Simon and Becky were suspended from school on Monday. Eventually Lucy and Simon were sent to special schools. Becky was just made to move to a different school.

Lucy's family moved very quickly after that. We did too, I carried on at the same school for about 7 months before we moved. I was given lots of counselling and even some assertiveness training. I was even given a special teacher, a mentor, one I had report to three times a week. The rest of the school were under strict instructions to not even talk about the incident, especially not to me. If anyone did I was to inform my mentor.

Dad's attitude to me changed after that too, he became much more caring and protective towards me, showing much more interest in what I did.

Apparently Lucy tried to deny most of the things she did and claimed the rest was consensual. Her mistake? All the recordings she had taken, what she had saved to force me further and further into the black hole had effectively proved her guilt.

10 years on

I am now 24, I am married to a lovely wife and we have a four month old child, a little laddie. I work for an insurance company, it's fairly low paid but there are good promotion opportunities. Becky still lives in the area, I sometimes see her but we never speak. I hear that Sally joined the army, I don't know or care how she is doing. Simon and Lucy, I hate them both with a vengeance, though Simon more. He was my friend, when he found out what was happening to me he should have tried to help, or at least told somebody. But no, he simply took advantage of the situation for his own sexual pleasure. I despise him more than anyone on the planet.

Me, I've never touched a golf ball since in my life.
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