[Author's note: This story is dedicated to a friend of mine, whose first name is Andrew, a college freshman in Virginia enrolled in a pre-med program. His roommate is David, and we used to write and chat for many hours on end and he shared with me a number of his crazy fantasies. We were true friends, but then something happened to Andrew, and I lost contact with him. For all I know he was hurt. At any rate, this story is for him and dedicated to him. If he reads it, I prey he will contact me. It's not about him....in fact, it's not about anyone real, but it does contain many of the elements that he liked to chat about, and oh we used to chat some wonderful things..... Nathan (I'd love to hear from anyone that reads it)"
Andrew Goodman was a 16 year old high school sophomore, full of youthful vigor and desire and really starting to take an interest in girls. He had that swimmers build, his dark hair almost jet black, his deep brown eyes huge and _s_e_x_y, and his muscles hard and firm. His strong legs made him one of the fastest swimmers in his school. His stomach was ripped with muscle, and he was proud of his body and he loved to show it off at the school swim meets. He was horny it seemed all of the time, but then, so were all of his friends so he figured that was just part of being a teenager. Of course, unlike some of his friends, he was still a virgin, but then, hell, most guys his age still were according to one article he had read....and who knows, maybe it was true, or at least, that's what he hoped. It sure wasn't that he didn't want to get laid, it was more that he just had never had the opportunity. And he had his dreams too, like one Jennifer Merrit, a 17 year old blond bombshell that was the envy of the entire senior class. It was just a dream, at least, until his dream and reality started to blur together. It all began last Wednesday when he had bumped into her in the school hall, literally, and she had responded to his stare and multiple blabbering apology with a smile that had almost melted him on the spot. He would never forget that moment, and what had followed afterwards.
Andrew: "Oh GOD...I'm sorr....sorry man. Oh wow. Hey, let me get your books....oh I'm REALLY sorry"
Jennifer: "Hey, its OK. Really...no big deal."
Andrew: "Oh yeah..yes it is. I mean, of all people...God...you are...(blushing), you are well, sooooooooo beautiful!"
Jennifer: "You are cute yourself you know."
Andrew: Oh, gosh...I ur...I uhhhhh....sorry, don't know what to say I guess."
Jennifer: "Hey, if you're not doing anything this weekend come by my house—my parents are gone for the weekend. So, come over if you want---hey gotta run." And then she was gone, only her perfume lingering in the air, Andrew's mouth hanging open as he watched her disappear. Wow...she had actually taken an interest in HIM!"
And so, that's how it all began. Andrew hadn't known what to say...but one thing was for certain, he knew what he was doing this weekend, beginning Saturday morning. What he dreamed about and thought about and hoped for during the rest of the week was just the opposite of the reality that awaited him...but he couldn't have known that then, and so, stupidly, he made plans to attend what would become the worst day of his 16 year old life.
On Friday, Andrew pressed his jeans, and washed his shirt twice to make sure it was really clean. He struggled for hours with the decision what to wear, finally settling on a pair of his nicest jeans and a red Tommy Lee rugby shirt, with its yellow panels and green collar. He also went to the local Wallmart that evening, to try and find her some gift he could afford and yet one that she would really like. He just HAD to impress her! Finally he spotted the perfect thing...it was in the seasonal section and it just seemed perfect. It was a huge stuffed bunny, bright yellow and furry, and really cute looking. The thing was huge, almost 4 feet high, and it was yellow and white and even though it took his entire $60 it was worth every penny. He hoped it would make her day, and maybe, if he was real lucky, his as well. Finally, he called in sick at the supermarket, and just prayed his parents wouldn't find out. Then, he fumbled through the phone book, and he hoped he had the address right.......
Jennifer's house—Saturday morning...
Brandt Logan had been dating Jennifer for two years now. To say they were serious was an understatement, and as Captain of his school's rugby team, he was one of the most popular guys at school. And one thing for sure, Brandt was no virgin. At this moment he and Jennifer were holding hands, seated at her house downstairs and chatting with some of the other party goers. In the room were two other girls, Marsha and Cheri, both good friends of Jennifer's who shared her interest in cheerleading. Marsha was the Captain of the cheerleader squad, and Cheri was in charge of the yearbook's photographers. She was always taking and developing pictures, and carried her camera with her now. Then there was Jennifer's little brother, Mark, who at 14 shared a lot of his sister's striking features. He had the same blond hair and clear blue eyes, coupled with a young hard adolescent body that was already revealing a definition that was driving girls wild. Last was William, the senior class vice president and one of the coolest guys at school. He was Marsha's boyfriend, and the two of them were also sitting hand in hand. In the center of the table were some videos, and a deck of cards, some video game cartridges, and some magazines. As the teenagers sat around talking, the conversation drifted toward a search for what they felt like doing. There were a lot of possibilities, and with her parents gone through the weekend they were considering all of them. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Mark ran upstairs to get it.
Andrew, standing at the door holding the stuffed Easter bunny, was surprised when the 14 year old kid opened the door. He didn't know she had a brother---hell, he didn't know much about her at all he suddenly realized. He had seen the kid at the door at school, going to his freshman classes, but Andrew had never made the connection. The kid looked at him, looked at the bunny, then screwed up his face and said, "Who are you?"
Andrew stammered..."I ...uh...I am here...your sister invited me...I mean, Jennifer is...she lives here doesn't she?"
The young teen shrugged his shoulders and looked at the sky, then slowly opened the door and headed into the house, Andrew on his heels. As he started down the stairs he yelled "HEY SIS, some weirdo's here who says you invited him over...and he's got some stupid rabbit for you."
As Andrew came into the room he was taken back and whatever conversation had been going on was instantly snapped off with his arrival. Wow! He knew everyone here, and he didn't like the crowd. He didn't like them at all. Especially Brandt---what a creep! Double wow! He didn't know Brandt and Jennifer were close, but that was immediately apparent as soon as he saw them together. "OH,...hey, I uh......I well, Jennifer;....you asked if I could come...remember? I had the day off, so I....hey, I can go...its OK I see you're busy and all....." As he said it, the words sounded hollow and he just wanted to be anywhere else in the world.
There was a lot of laughter, and then Brandt, looking at Jennifer, said "What the _f_u_c_k_? _s_h_i_t_. He's a _f_u_c_k_in sophomore! And what's with the Easter bunny anyway?"
Jennifer: (looking at Andrew, her face blushing) "I cant believe you came...God...I wasn't really SERIOUS. Wow. (Turning to her boyfriend) Hey, Brandt, I sorta ran into him at school...he was nice and I told him he could come by sometime...but,......HE DID!"
Brandt: "Yeah, he did. Brought you a cute little bunny too......OK Jerk, dump the rabbit and have a seat...we were just about to play poker anyway..."
Poker! _s_h_i_t_...Andrew wasn't much of a card player, and he really wasn't fitting in here. Here he was with the three hottest girls in his school and two of the most popular guys, and he knew right away he just wasn't exactly welcome. But he didn't see anyway to leave either, and so, reluctantly, he pulled up a chair, to a lot of laughter as he did so. Brandt opened a cooler, and pulled out some beers, passing them around the table. Andrew wasn't a drinker, and at 16 he had NEVER really drank a beer. His parents would kill him if they had any idea he was even thinking about it. He tried a "no thanks" but they ignored it. Instead, they told him to "TAKE THE BEER" and the next thing he knew he had one in his hand. His head was reeling....and he just didn't see a way to say no, and so he popped the can and pretended to sip it down, trying to just act cool enough to survive the situation and look for a way out of here.
Brandt announced the game: "Five card draw...loser pays with a piece of clothing. If you end up in your underwear, you get punished. Got it Andy boy?"
Andrew's heart was pounding! Strip poker...Oh God. He wanted to die right there, but there really wasn't any way to leave and save face, and hell, Jennifer was staring at him, with her drop-dead gorgeous eyes, watching for his reaction and if she was in on this and willing to risk a few pieces of clothing, then hell, so was he. Through her thin blouse her tits were almost jutting into his face, and he gulped when she smiled at him. He just couldn't back down, and if they were going to play, hell, he would just have to start and then sort it out and try to leave as soon as he could find the opportunity. "Deal" he said, and he took the first real swig of his very first beer.
Suddenly, the cards were going out, three hands dealt. Andrew was confused, as there were seven of them in the room. "Hey, I thought everyone was playing!" he said.
Brandt: "You are playing stupid. You, me, and William. The girls watch, and Mark's just a freshman, and freshmen don't play strip." You scared?
Andrew swallowed....and then lied "No...I'm not scared of a card game."
Well, it didn't take long. It was like William and Brandt had planned it all along. They seemed to know when to raise, when to fold, and when to call. It was almost like they were ganging up on Andrew, and he found himself losing and losing and losing. Two beers later as the girls giggled and her younger brother looked on, Andrew slowly was removing his shirt and that left only his pants and underwear. Then, a final hand and everything just sorta stopped. His pants were supposed to go, but that's where he hesitated. "OK guys...I give. You guys won...but I'm not handing you my pants. I'm quitting right here and besides, I need to be going anyway..."
Jennifer said "Hey...don't be a sore loser Andrew. I thought the loser had to get punished--wasn't that the deal?"
Andrew stood up, and his face flushed as the impact of the alcohol hit him. "Hey...sorry...but I gotta go home now---its been fun and all but my mom........"
Suddenly, Brandt and William and then Mark jumped him and before Andrew even knew what was happening he was struggling..."Hey...what..hey stop man!" "HEY...no...NO...not my pants......_f_u_c_k_. God...NO..hey, there are girls in here! STOOOOOP!!!! _s_h_i_t_. NOOOOO!" Even as he struggled, he was no match for the two high school seniors and her little brother. They had got his jeans open at the waist, and then without a lot of effort, he felt his jeans being taken down...and down and then, off! OFF! As Brandt held Andrew's right arm pinned behind his back, he yelled at Mark to "...get some of that rope of yours; ...hurry man...get it now!"
Mark was out of the room in a flash, and came back carrying a one-half inch climbing rope. His had a smile that was painted all the way across his face. He had several different pieces in his hands of varying lengths. With directions from Brandt, as William helped hold Andrew down, Mark went to work. Mark loved to tie knots, and was a member of his school's climbing club. One thing he knew was ropes and knots. In seconds, as the guys held the struggling Andrew firmly down on the floor, he started working on his hands with the ropes. He worked like an expert, starting with a clove hitch, then around and around and around, then over between the wrists twice, and then a square knot to finish it off. Once Andrew's wrists were bound together, everyone burst out laughing. Brandt suddenly said, "OK...now, over the beam...". Running through the ceiling of the downstairs recreation room was a metal beam, part of the foundation for the house. It had been painted white, and fit, as well as a beam can fit, into the décor of the room. As the boys tossed the rope over the beam, it made the perfect lifting point and soon they had Andrew hoisted up, standing in just his jockey shorts, with his arms over his head and stretched upwards toward the ceiling, the jet black hair of his teenage armpits clearly visible to everyone.
As he glanced around the room in near panic, a flash suddenly illuminated the room, and there, in Cheri's hand was a camera!
Why had he worn Jockeys! Oh GOD.
He was standing on the floor, and could turn around in any direction, but not move very far from the spot in which he was standing.
Jennifer laughed...and then so did everyone else. Andrew blushed with embarrassment, and began to beg to be released. "Hey...come on, please...let me go....you've made your point Brandt. Stop...Cheri, please, no pictures. PLEASE. Jennifer, please, enough is enough, OK? I lost....now let me GO! I've got to get home NOW!"
Jennifer smiled, and said "No you don't. You said you had the day off, so you STAY. What do you wanna do with him guys.....should we tickle him or something and then let him go?"
Brandt said "Ignore him...lets watch a vid---we can get to him later. He still has to be punished but we've got to think of something good—then we can let him go home to mommy."
There was agreement all around, and so Mark grabbed the videos and after a brief discussion, everyone settled on the movie "The Basketball Diaries," starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Before long, the video was running and everyone, well, everyone but Andrew, was just getting into the movie. The movie starts with a paddling scene where DiCaprio gets his ass paddled in front of his classmates. During that scene there was a lot of laughter and comments, and Brandt even remarked "Thank God they don't do that at school anymore." William said something about maybe that's what Andrew needed, but noone reacted to his comments. The video scene is a short one, and then the movie picks up speed as the boys in the film head out on one adventure after another getting themselves deeper and deeper into trouble. Andrew was shouting, demanding they let him go, and doing his best to get their attention. Then he called out rather loudly: "Jennifer, please, let me go...PLEASE." Suddenly, Brandt hit the pause button, and got up, looking very angry.
"Listen Jerkwad, I want to watch this movie with MY GIRL, not YOUR GIRL, and you need to quit calling her name. So SHUT THE _f_u_c_k_ UP. Then, he took one of Andrews socks off the poker table and shoved it in his mouth, then grabbed some gray duct tape and taped his mouth shut, with the sock inside. Next, Brandt reached down and jerked Andrew's jockeys up hard...giving him a wedgy that made his balls and penis bulge out in his cotton underwear, leaving little to the imagination to anyone that looked his way. Then Brandt grabbed Andrews right nipple, and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, laughing as he did so... With a final two little pats on the top of Andrew's head, Brandt returned to his seat and picked up the VCR controller. Andrew's eyes were wide with fear and humilation, and were moist, on the verge of tears. After that, about all he could do was stand and watch and be stared at. He was so embarrassed to be forced to stand in only his jockey shorts that were pulled up so tight his balls were aching. He noticed the girls staring at his crotch, with his balls and dick bulging in the yanked up underwear. His dick wasn't hard, but it was no longer small and soft either, and he saw Mark staring at his crotch and his face flushed with humilation. At the very tip of his dick a small wet spot had soaked through his underwear even further adding to his embarrassment. FLASH----OH God...another picture! Oh---NO! He always wore boxers...why, why hadn't he put boxers on--they might have hid things a little better? He wanted out of there soooo bad...and suddenly he felt like he could cry. God...I can't do that he thought. He tried to turn in some direction that would keep from staring at the bulge in his genitals, but the underwear was so far up the crack of his ass that his entire rear was virtually naked. There was really no direction he could face and not be humiliated. He was more ashamed than he had ever been in his life.
Brandt reached down with the controller, and upped the volume, and then the video was started again. And so, soon, Andrew was left standing off to the side, all but ignored, his arms growing tired as they were stretched out over his head. He would struggle and jerk around some, but he really could no longer call out and with the video going and the sound turned up they just ignored him, and there wasn't anything he could do to get loose. He watched the gang make popcorn, and then a while later he watched them make another batch. The older guys were still drinking beer, and the girls and Mark were drinking cokes. Everyone was drinking something, and as he was watching, he suddenly realized that the two beers he had had were making him have to pee, and badly. As his bladder began to ache and ache some more, he noticed little things he hadn't noticed before. He saw Brandt and Jennifer kiss on several occasions. He also noticed each time someone would get up and use the bathroom, and each time he heard the toilet flush his bladder ached even more for release. Things started to get desperate--he really had to piss! He started to prance around a little, at least to the extent the rope would let him. He was hopping up and down on his feet, trying to make noise and get someone's attention. He was trying to call out for help but the only thing that escaped through the gag was some mumbling, and with the VCR sound up so high there was no way they could hear that. For a while he could relieve some of the pressure by crossing his legs, but that seemed only temporary. Occasionally one of the guys or girls would look his way, and then they would look back to the movie. Oh God....he had to PISS so _f_u_c_k_ing bad. More minutes dragged by, and then they got to the scene in the movie where Leonardo is laying on the rooftop on his back, staring up at the city sky, and while you can't see anything specific you can see his right arm moving up and down and its obvious that he is holding his dick and jerking himself off. Brandt was really into the movie, and everyone was staring at what Leonardo was doing to himself and the _s_e_x_ual thoughts that were filling the teenagers minds were so thick by this time that you could have cut them with a knife.
Andrew watched the scene and his dick grew harder with a piss boner. OH GOD. Everyone was watching DiCaprio jack himself off and all he could think about was how bad he had to piss. Suddenly, his bladder muscles were reaching a critical point...he had never had to pee so badly in all of his life. He fought the urge, sweat running down his face...he felt the convulsions...and a cramping feeling like nothing he had ever felt before. NO...OH NO....oh _f_u_c_k_.....on no........can't do it...not in front of them, not in front of HER...oh no oh GOD and then, as the everyone was mesmerized by the scene and what Leonardo was doing to himself Andrew lost all control and his piss was suddenly flowing like a small firehose. He made sure he was facing away from them and the video, and as he listened to Leonardo discuss his thoughts while he masturbated in the video Andrew was soaking his jockeys until they turned bright yellow. Then, the cotton having absorbed all it could, the flood ran down his leg and began to puddle on the linoleum floor just as the masturbation scene in the video ended.
Suddenly, Mark yelled "HE'S PISSING HIMSELF!!!!!"
Brandt switched off the video, and immediately everyone was rushing over to watch him as he emptied his bladder. He tried to turn around and away from them but they were around him in a circle, and so when he turned away from one he was facing another. He just wanted to die....the shame, the humiliation...and yet the piss kept flowing, and he just peed and peed and peed. Oh GOD!
Everyone was laughing.
Jennifer: "God Andrew...can't you hold it?"
Mark: "I can't believe he pissed his pants...wow...Man, YOU pissed yourself!"
William: "Yeah, we ought to paddle his ass for messing the floor. _f_u_c_k_...what a mess. Hey Brandt...what you think.....should be paddle this _f_u_c_k_er like they did to DiCaprio?"
Brandt: "Yeah, that's not a bad idea. Screw the movie....its time for some real fun. Let's find a paddle!" And he laughed.
Andrew was crying...tears running down his face. He just couldn't help himself. Just when things didn't seem they could get much worse, suddenly Brandt just reached out and he said "I don't think he needs these anymore" and then he grabbed his wet underwear and jerked them down with a single motion, ripping them in the process and pulling them from his body! Andrew was in shock, and as he looked down, looked down THERE, where everyone else was looking too, he saw the most humiliating thing he could have imagined...happen....his own dick, his own _f_u_c_k_ing dick, bounced out and up and up and up.....rock hard and pointing, jutting actually, up towards the ceiling. OH GOD!
The girls stared. Mark stared. William stared. And Brandt, well, Brandt busted out laughing. "The _f_u_c_k_ers gone hard" and then they all laughed together hysterically. "Guess he liked watching the jerk off scene!" Cheri wasted no time, and immediately raised her camera and snapped another picture: FLASH!
Brandt then said "Come on....we need a cane or a paddle or something.....gotta warm up that ass. Mark...screw the movie....rewind that tape, back to the beginning....gonna have to watch that first scene again to make sure we do it right when we make Andrew the star." Then he laughed some more.
For the next several minutes the guys were rummaging around the house looking for something to use as a paddle. Suddenly, Mark picked up Andrew's pants, and said "Brandt, would his belt do?"
Brandt laughed, and said "OH YEAH...how thoughtful of Andrew to bring it...I'm sure his butt is really going to appreciate it....it will do very nicely!"
Andrew's eyes were wild....wet with tears, as he watched Brandt remove his own leather belt from his pants and then, laughing, started to move towards him. When Brandt reached him, he leaned over and whispered into his ear: "Listen _f_u_c_k_wad....glad you brought your belt, mighty thoughtful of you. And screwin with my girl was a real bad idea. She's mine....you got that? Got that you _f_u_c_k_er?"
Andrew shook his head up and down, eyes staring at Brandt with a look of fear as he looked at his own belt in Brandt's hands, the thick leather looking more ominous by the second.
Brandt: "Good boy, well, I'm glad you do. I'm going to whip your ass just to make sure, and so you just make sure you don't move. You move around and this belt will end up hitting more than your ass, so I mean what I say. And if it lands on that hard dick of yours you'll think you had died. So, don't _f_u_c_k_in move and get ready to take your punishment."
Suddenly, Mark had finished rewinding the video and had started it up again, and there was Leonardo again, playing the part of the errant schoolboy, bent over facing his classmates, hands on the floor in position waiting for the headmaster as he prepared to smack his ass. It was just a movie, but it looked real, and as the scene began to play and the blows began to fall, Brandt picked up the timing and began to fire Andrew's belt through the air, moving it so fast it was a blur to everyone watching. SWISH----CRACK! SWISH----CRACK!
Andrew grunted into the sock....eyes wide with the shock of the pain. It burned its way clear across his ass, a fire that had no beginning, and no ending. The movie was alive, suddenly the sounds of the video blurred into the CRACK of his reality...pain...OH GOD pain, and nothing he could do. Stop....oh please...oh Brandt...Oh....GOD...SWISH---CRACK! SWISH----CRACK! In the movie the camera shows the classmates cringing as they watch Leonardo's ass being pulverized, and so as Andrew watched the video he felt the belt and heard the audio of the paddle smacking the boys ass. The movie was his own reality! As he saw the faces of DiCaprio's classmates cringing he felt his own ass being strapped, timed perfectly to the paddle swings in the video. The entire experience tended to intensify the very real pain he was receiving. His ass was literally burning. Finally, the scene ended, and it was easy to imagine that Leonardo's ass must have been cherry red and burning, just like his own was feeling right then. Yet, the actor laughed it off, and headed out with his friends almost as nothing phased him. In contrast, Andrew was trying hard not to cry, a teenager, who was spent and wasted, a humiliated example of someone who has been totally embarrassed. Unlike DiCaprio in the video, Andrew fought with all he had to hold his composure--and as the paddling scene finally ended he wanted to thank GOD it was over.
Then Brandt laughed, and said: "Mark, rewind the tape...."
Andrew screamed "NOOOOO!" into the sock stuffed into his mouth....then struggled, trying to get away. There was no way he could take anymore. He was moving around too much, and then Brandt and Mark and William were on him....adding some more ropes to his ankles, and also lifting him just a little higher to give him even less moving room. His legs, with the ropes attached to ankles, were then spread wide apart, and were tied out to the sides until only the tips of his toes were on the floor. Now, unable to turn, unable to do ANYTHING, he suddenly saw the tape begin again, and with it SWISH-----CRACK! FLASH! SWISH-----CRACK! Again and again and again Jennifer's 14 year old brother rewound the tape, and again and again Brandt belted his ass, laying stripe after stripe, one next to the other, some on top of one another. Sometimes the belt hit a cheek, sometimes it came from below, cutting up and into the fleshy mounds above his thighs. He was partially aware of the camera flashes going off like strobes in some weird surreal disco, while his ass was feeling CRACK after CRACK after CRACK of his own thick leather belt. Brandt was timing his strokes of the leather to the swings of the paddle in the video. He whipped his belt with blinding speed, occasionally working it so that the tip of the leather wrapped directly into the crack of Andrew's ass. With ropes tied to his ankles, Andrew's legs were now spread so wide that on three occasions Brandt even managed to put leather to his ass in such a way that the tip of the belt curved all the way in to strike his puckered asshole....burning him to the core and driving his hips forward in the agony of desperation. On one especially cruel swing, the trip of the belt had wrapped all the way around his leg and kissed his ballsack, causing Andrew to grunt wildly into his gag. In the end, as he watched a movie of a guy getting his ass burned again and again, slowly his own ass had become a flaming, burning caldron of abused raw flesh. The tears flowed freely down his face now, his dignity long since gone, his self-esteem shattered. And the girls laughed at him as he cried like a little boy.
Finally, Brandt stopped, and staring at a flaming red ass in front of him, threw down the belt, and told Mark to "Kill the video."
Then he announced, "I gotta another idea, and it's a hot one!" He then ran out to the garage.
In a few minutes he was back, with a small Black and Decker portable workbench. This bench was adjustable, and had handles so it could be raised or lowered, and it had wood clamps on the side so it could be used for gluing furniture and the like.
Next, he went upstairs. He was gone for less than 2 minutes, and then everyone heard the microwave beeping and he reappeared seconds later holding a bottle of hot baby oil in his hand. Everyone was hanging around Andrew, watching his tears still flowing and admiring the reddest ass any of them had ever scene. As Brandt came back into the room they all turned to watch what he was up to. Compared to the video, the reality scene played out thus far had been much hotter than the Hollywood version, and everyone was curious what the next installment would bring.
Jennifer: "Brandt, what are you doing now? I mean, don't you think maybe he's been punished enough?"
Brandt: "No...the jerk came here with the rabbit, cause he wanted to get in your pants. And looking at that bone of his, he still wants to _f_u_c_k_ something....so....I'm gong to let him." And then he burst out laughing.
Brandt was busy working now, and as William and Mark and the girls watched, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He took the stuffed Easter rabbit that Andrew had brought, and then placed it on top of the little workbench he had brought in from the garage. As Andrew looked on, he saw Brandt secure the rabbit on top of the bench using the wood clamps, so that the rabbits head was facing away and the rabbits tail was facing towards where Andrew was hanging. The stuffed rabbit was laying prone on the table. Then he took out his pocket knife, and cut an incision directly under the stuffed rabbits tail. He shoved the knife all the way into the stuffed animal, and made a small slit there, about an inch and a half long. Everyone was watching him work.
William remarked "What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing man....God, your tearing that thing up?"
Brandt: "I'm making a little vagina here....I can tell Andrew is so horny—hell, he's probably a virgin and he came here dreaming of a _f_u_c_k_. I think its time for him to lose that cherry!"
Everyone laughed.....everyone except Andrew....whose eyes suddenly were wide open with what he saw being prepared. OH GOD...OH NO....NO WAY!!!
Then, Brandt took the bottle of hot baby oil, and poured most of it into the small slit he had made in the stuffed rabbit. The stuffing and material absorbed the hot oil, and as he filled up the rabbit's insides he burst out laughing again. Then he started getting things into position.
Brandt had Mark and William raise Andrew off the ground so he was swinging about 4 inches off the floor. Then he positioned the little workbench, which was holding the stuffed bunny, in front of Andrew. Then raising up the workbench to the exact height he needed, he had the slit in the bunny directly next to Andrews dick, which was still stiff and jutting straight out, looking like it was waiting with eager anticipation. Next, he pushed the workbench back into Andrew, then back a little more, until the teenager's dick actually popped into the slit in the stuffed animal, and the animal's homemade vagina had swallowed all of Andrew's manhood. As it happened, Andrew grunted into the sock. Hearing Andrews muffled grunt, Brandt reached up and pulled off the duct tape, so he could hear Andrew's reaction as he was forced to _f_u_c_k_ the rabbit. Brandt didn't want to miss any of this.
Andrew had never felt anything like it.....Oh GOD it was warm. He arched his back, and stared straight up at the ceiling. His dick was sliding around inside that thing...yet it was tight and gripping him too. As the material swelled with the baby oil it grew tighter on his dick, and the heat from the oil was giving him intense feelings he wasn't prepared to control. With his mouth free again, he started begging: "God...no...no...NO. Bran...OH GOD...don't do this to me.....I'm not going to let you do this....NO. Please....Oh GOD. Please don't make me do this....take it away---PLEASE."
As the flashes from Cheri's camera illuminated the scene, Brandt laughed, then reached down and grabbed the two ropes that were tied to Andrews ankles. They were still tied out to the sides, so that they held Andrews legs apart. But with Andrew only attached by his hands to the overhead beam, he was free to swing, and so, as Brandt pulled on the leg ropes gently, they pulled back on Andrews legs, and this in turn caused Andrew's body to move away from the bench where the stuffed rabbit was attached. As it did so, his dick started to slip out of the bunny. But not quite. Just as it reached the point where it was about to pop out, the dark little ring below his _c_o_c_k_head just barely visible, Brandt dropped the ropes and let Andrew's body swing inward, pushing his _c_o_c_k_ back and deep into the oiled rabbit hole....all the way to the hilt. The oscillation caused his body to start to swing out again, and again Brandt tugged gently on the ropes to his ankles, until Andrews _c_o_c_k_ was almost all the way out again – but not quite. And then, he let them go again, and so Andrew's body swung forward yet again, a little faster than before, burying his dick again into the rabbit to the hilt. As Brandt and Jennifer and William and Mark and Cheri and Marsha all watched, the 15 year old teenager was slowly and continuously and uncontrollably _f_u_c_k_ing the stuffed rabbit and losing control of himself as he did so. Again and again and again his _c_o_c_k_ was forced to slide in and out of the hot, lubricated, and wet homemade vagina Brandt had made in the stuffed animal. With each stroke the hot baby oiled worked its magic, and as Andrew desperately tried to stop it, his _c_o_c_k_ got harder and harder and the tip grew bigger and bigger, bulging with the primal feeling that has driven men wild from the beginning of human existence.
Oh GOD...NO...No...I cant be doing this.....stop...please...oh GOD...no...not this.....NO...OH GOD! NOT with THEM watching me.... STOP---PLEASE!...oh not..this......NO....STOP...no...the feeling....no...not like this, not my FIRST _f_u_c_k_...oh God oh "JENNIFER!!!!"..... and then as Brandt allowed him to swing forward once again he began to squirt...with a loud uncontrolled grunting noise followed by an anguished cry of pleasure as his ballsack began to empty itself into the stuffed yellow rabbit's homemade pussy. The boy seemed to squirt forever...his entire body convulsing, again and again, his _c_o_c_k_ jerking and spurting, shooting long lines of cum deep into the bowels of the stuffed animal, all to roaring laughter that was filling the room around him. With each spasm of his dick, he pumped away his dignity until his balls were empty, milked completely dry, and only a crying, humiliated red-assed boy remained.
Cheri took her past pictures on the roll as Andrew was pumping out his manhood into the stuffed bunny, the expression of his face frozen forever; a cross between the ecstasy of orgasm and the shame of what he was doing. After he was done, Brandt reached up, and taking his pocket knife, he cut the rope suspending the defeated teen, and watched as the boy crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Then he threw his clothes on top of him. "Don't even think of telling anyone, or Cheri's pictures will haunt you forever---you got that? And by the way, nice _f_u_c_k_ Andrew....glad you enjoyed yourself........" And with that, as Andrew sobbed, everyone else burst out laughing again...
Nathan (Nathan9001@yahoo. com)