Part III of the Whitfield Saga:

I can't remember which was worse: Was it the torture and humiliation of being stripped and spanked by Brandon, who was now my "Master" even though he was a little over 2 years younger than I was. Or was it going to school the next day wearing the uniform that the Whitfields had picked out for me --- skin-tight, nearly see-through white slacks, no underwear and a polyester shirt?

In any event, going to school dressed like that was an all-day humiliation. It was even bad after school at swim practice. I was able to take off those monkey clothes, but when I was naked in the locker room, my teammates could see my reddenned ass. There was no way to explain that. I lied and told them I had been in a tanning booth naked and got burned.

The worst at school was when Jenny saw me in those clothes. Jenny was the quintessential rich kid in the Senior class. She was always making fun of how I was poor. I hated her more than anyone in the world. She continually said the worst things to me in front of others - how she thought I was worthless, how my Dad was a complete Loser, etc. So when she saw me in those clothes, she made a huge scene. Then she made sure everyone got a chance to see me. It was very humuliating. THAT WAS IT! I wasn't going to put up with it anymore!

When I got home that day after school, I found Brandon immediately. Bill was there, too. I don't know where Jason and Mary were. "Look, guys, it's like this. I don't know where my mind has been. There's no _f_u_c_k_ing way that I'm going to be some kind of Slave to you. And I'm not wearing these dumbass clothes either. It's as simple as that."

Without missing a beat, Bill responds, "Fine. You don't have to wear those clothes." He pauses. "Take them off. I don't care. But you'll have to go naked. And about your other point: YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY." He lunges forward and tackles me to the ground. It was relatively simple for him given his size and weight advantage. As he pins me to the ground, he tells Brandon to take my shirt off. "If he doesn't want to wear it, let's get it off of him." As I lie there on my back, Bill grabs my arms and handcuffs my wrists together....like a criminal. He and Brandon together grab me and haul me off to Bill's room.

"I told you that if you caused problems, I was really going to make you sorry. And I meant it." They stand me up on a raised platform and raise my arms above my head and hook the cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. All of this happened so quickly that I couldn't even respond. Suddenly though I realized my predicament. I was in an EXTREMELY vulnerable position. I couldn't run. Hell, I couldn't even move. And if Bill or Brandon decided to remove the platform from beneath me, I'd be hanging by my arms from the ceiling --- very uncomfortable.

The two brothers had a conference, sort of, in the corner. I couldn't hear them, but Bill left just after. This left me alone with the _d_a_m_n_ Freshman again. He came right up to me and unbuttoned my pants. Then, he quickly unzipped them and pulled just my _c_o_c_k_ out letting it dangle over the zipper. He took the zipper and attempted to zip my pants back up, catching the skin of my _c_o_c_k_ in the metal teeth. oh, the pain! just as painful was the zip back down as the skin ripped free. Then he took a small leather strap and began whipping my _d_i_c_k_. This wasn't really too painful except for the sting on the skin. Brandon, though, was getting off on it. It was apparent that he admired my big Tool and was jeolous of it. He loved having the power to whip that Tool. He loved power in general.

While whipping my _d_i_c_k_, he says, "Look at this. Captain of the Swim team. Mr. All-star athlete. And here you are in my house with me in total control. I am your Master and can do whatever I want with you. If I wanted to hit you in the nuts, I could do it whenever I wanted to." Right then, he stopped whipping my _d_i_c_k_, and sure enough, he nailed me right in the nuts.

He then finished stripping me, removing my shoes, socks and pants. "OK, slave: I want you to do a little performance for me. Jack-off. Let's see what you're all about. You're supposed to be this big stud. Let's see how big you _d_i_c_k_ gets. I want to see just how much cum the Swim Team Captain shoots out." He apparently didn't see the stupidity of his own command: how could I jack off with both hands handcuffed and bound above my head?

I must have had my brain shut down also, because I respond, "How in the world am I suppose to jerk off with my hands bound like this, you _f_u_c_k_ing moron?"

This really set him off. He takes grabs a paddle (one of many in Bill's room) and starts to deliver several strokes. Oddly, he stops very soon after he starts. "I'm going to release one of your arms. Which do you jack off with?"

"My right one"

He stands on the platform and uses the key to unlock the cuff to my right hand. The cuffs are still hooked to the ceiling, so my left arm is still above my head. He commands, "Start pumping."

I begin to stroke my _d_i_c_k_. I've never had a problem getting a Woodie, and that day was no different. The five inches grew to eight in no time. Brandon was fascinated by my size. This was obvious by his. But then suddenly, a huge smile appeared on that smug face of his. My back was to the door, but I heard some movement. I turned my head and couldn't believe what I saw.

MY WORST NIGHTMARE HAD COME TRUE. There was Bill. He had left to go get Jenny, and she stood right there beside him. As soon as we made eye contact, she just died laughing. All that I could do is stand there butt naked with my left hand virtually attached to the ceiling and my right hand...well it had just finished getting my penis rock hard. And here comes Jenny, just walking right in like she had every right to be there. Oh, she was going to savor this moment and milk it for every morsel of humiliation she could.

She had hit the jackpot, finding me not only naked but unable to cover myself and completely vulnerable. It wasn't until she walked to the front of me that she would realize just how humiliating it was for me. It was then that she saw my raging hardon. She had never seen me naked of course, and now she's seeing me in all my glory. Oh, anybody but that bitch, Jenny!!!

I immediately realized how much worse it was going to get: Brandon gave Jenny the paddle. She started to walk behind me and begin delivering a spanking, but then she walked up close to me. As if to gain leverage, she actually grabbed my _d_i_c_k_ with her left hand and paddled me with her right. She was much stronger than I would have thought. She hit me very hard about 10-12 times. Then she decided to really work my nuts over. Bill grabbed my right leg and pulled it out. This allowed her to take the paddle and deliver a direct blow to my prescious jewels.

Then, it was Bill's turn. I was really scared of him...physically. He stood on the platform and used the key to unleash my left arm. I was finally free from the cuffs and dropped my arms. For a brief moment, my only problem was that I was still completely nude in front of 2 sadistic guys and the one person in the world whom I hate the most.

Bill sat on the bed and told me that he was going to give me an old-fashioned spanking of new proportions. He told Brandon and Jenny to leave us alone. They left the room. To my total surprise, Bill then took his shirt off and then his pants. We were both naked, and Bill seemed a bit aroused. "Before I deliver your final punishment, I want you to taste a Whitfield." He pointed to his average-size _c_o_c_k_ and continued, "Give me a blow job, bitch!" I knew I had no choice and knelt down at the side of the bed in front of his crotch. I had never sucked a _d_i_c_k_ before but figured there was no point pussy-footing around, so I engulfed the whole thing in my mouth and began sucking his semi-erect _d_i_c_k_. This soon turned to a full erection. Bill was clearly getting off on my blow job. I must have been doing it right. In fact, his facial expressions indicated that he was nearing orgasm. What should I do? Bill answered by putting his hands at the back of my head and pressing it towards his _c_o_c_k_. I couldn't get his hardon out of my mouth if I tried. Soon, he was shooting hot cum right into my mouth. It must have been the motherload. My mouth was literally filled with man-juice. He kept his _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth as I swallowed his salty load.

He paused only for a short while. Just that quick, he changed his attitude and commanded, "Hop up on my lap and receive your whipping."

I climbed onto his lap, placing my midsection onto his. He was sitting on the very edge of the bed. My _d_i_c_k_ dangled down between his legs. With his left hand, he grabbed my dangling _d_i_c_k_. With his right, he began administering my punishment with powerful force. Unlike brother Brandon, Bill spanked in a single concentrated area. He spanked only my left ass cheek. This allowed him to administer the most pain in one area with the least amount of strokes. With his force and concentration, tears welled up in my eyes after just 12 strokes. He continued though...with a paddle now. Whack! Whack! Whack! Again and again for what seemed like another 15 whacks all on my left ass cheek. I was begging him to stop. PLEASE, STOP! Finally, he stopped.

He made me promise to never question his or Brandon's commands again. I promised alright. Anything to stop the madness.

I hope things improve.