"Come on, we've got work to do" he said gently.
"Okay" she said.
Paul helped her to her feet, and although she was quite conscious of her complete nudity, she somehow didn't care. As she rose she couldn't help but brush her hand lighty across the front of his trousers, feeling the mysterious lump there. She wanted to see it, to hold it, feel it. Paul, a hand still around her shoulders, patted her gently on the bottom.
"Maybe later" he said reading her mind "If you're a good girl."
Slightly disappointed, but with an ember of hope, she looked up at Alan who still wore his pants. She scowled darkly at him. It was him; he was to blame; for the whole thing, and she was looking forward to helping make him pay.
CHAPTER TEN
"All right girls, you can stop now" said Victoria. Emily withdrew her hands, and moved around to the front of Alan where she could get a better view when he was finally stripped. Amy clasped her hands together, and jiggled with excitement. Alison just stood, concentrated, waiting for the command.
"Are you ready for your punishment now Alan?" she asked "The fun stuff's over, and we're ready to concentrate on you. Can you remember what we're going to do first?"
"Don't" he said his breath ragged and heavy "Don't please, think of the trouble you'll be in. Let's just call it quits."
"Slow learner" Victoria said to the others.
"At least he didn't wet himself" said Alison, actually a little disappointed.
"Good idea Alison" said Victoria "We should definitely get him to piss his pants before we take them off. "
"I'll get the bath" volunteered Emily heading for a large cupboard.
"When was the last time you pissed your pants big boy?" Victoria asked.
Alan glared at her, but his stomach was sinking and he was feeling faint.
"It was when he was seven" said Wendy, "at Christmas. He got so excited he just wet himself. Mum and auntie Fran took him off to clean him up."
"Aw that's so sweet. Well, we don't have Christmas to get him all excited with, but we can maybe simulate it with some more tickling" said Victoria.
Emily dragged a big old tin bath over, and everyone winced at the tooth jarring scraping noise. "Sorry" she said. She planted it in front of Alan. "Lift your feet up" she said.
Alan didn't move, "What's that for?" he asked suspiciously.
"To stop you weeing all over the floor. We don't want this place stinking for weeks" answered Emily.
Alan, still didn't move.
"Are you going to lift your feet as Emily asked so politely, or is Alison going to have to pacify you again?" asked Victoria.
Alan just glared again, until Alison stepped forward her hand speeding eagerly towards the front of his pants "i might have to go inside this time" she said.
Alan jerked his legs up swiftly. "She's a real artist that sister of mine" said Emily as she dragged the bath under Alan's raised feet. She patted him tenderly on the bottom. "You can put them down again now"
Alan dropped his feet slowly, keeping his eyes on Alison who smiled at him menacingly. "I'll get him next time" she said.
"Okay then, all ready? Let's make this boy piss himself" said Victoria, and that's all they needed to hear. Before Alan had a chance to utter a word of protest he was mobbed. Hands assaulted his body from all angles. Paul and Emily concentrated on his ribs, digging strong fingers in, Alison returned to her usual favourite spot, and Amy dropped down to tickle the backs of his knees and thighs. Ben, a little unsure at first, worked around his flanks and back. Wendy was the last to join in, feeling self conscious, but when she saw the others dive in she found herself a space at the back, and her hands tickled his lower back and bottom.
Victoria didn't join in, she just watched, making sure that whenever Alan looked up, he would see her standing there watching him with a wicked smile. He didn't look up very often, he was too busy shrieking and screaming, and thrashing from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid their tortures. He begged them to stop, pleaded, cried, but nothing deterred them or even slowed them. At the point where he couldn't breathe any longer and felt he was going to suffocate his bladder suddenly emptied itself of its own volition. He tried to stop it, tried to shut off, or even just slow the flow, but it was useless. Urine poured from him, trapped in his pants at first, until it soaked through the material and poured down his leg. He groaned with humiliation. But still they didn't stop, the tickling continued.
When Victoria judged he was done, his bladder empty, she spoke "That's enough guys. I think he's done now."
Everyone stopped. Alan kept his head down in shame as they all looked at him. He shuffled his wet feet in the bath which had served its purpose in containing the mess, but at the cost of him having to stand in his own urine.
"There we are, all better?" Victoria said to him, sounding kindly.
He didn't respond. "He's a terrible mess, it's going to take ages to clean him up" said Alison.
"I know" said Victoria "that's the problem when little boys wet themselves, they make such a mess. I think it's time to get those pants off."
"No don't please" said Alan suddenly "You've done enough already. I'm sorry. For the things I said, what I did, but I've been punished now, and you've done enough, please stop."
"But we haven't finished yet" said Victoria "I told you what were going to do to you, and you're not going until we've finished.
Alison moved round a little to place herself in prime position, just waiting for the nod from Victoria, she had already decided that she was going to be quick. She wouldn't draw it out, not while she was touching horrid wet pants he'd peed in. No, straight down, get it over with, that would be best.
"Alison darling" said Victoria, and Alison immediately reached out for the top of Alan's pants.
"No, no" said Victoria "I think it would be best if Wendy pulled his pants down, don't you? After what he tried to do to her earlier?"
Alison glared at Wendy, she had no right to be taking over her job.
"I thought she was being punished as well. She's not in the gang" said Alison.
"She's been punished, now she's helping us" said Victoria "And I do like poetic justice."
"But it's my turn, Amy got to do Ben's" she complained.
"Alison!" exclaimed Emily "You shouldn't be discussing that.
"Are you going to need to be punished too?" said Victoria giving Alison a threatening look.
Alison stamped her foot in frustration, but she moved away to the side, her face clouded with resentment.
Paul put a hand on Wendy's bottom and stroked it, she tilted her head back and up and kissed him lovingly. "Go on!" said Paul "Your big moment."
Wendy parted from Paul only with the greatest reluctance; she moved round to stand directly in front of Alan.
"Wendy..." he whined. She looked down at his wet y-fronts, and shoved a hand quickly over her mouth to stifle an eruption of giggles.
"Oh my God!" she said "He doesn't need the pants anyway I can see right through them."
Alan squirmed, blushing radish red, his head still hung low. Wendy stood up closer. "This is for what you did to me" she said with a nasty edge to her voice, and she grabbed his pants, ignoring his desperate "No! Don't", and pulled them swiftly to his ankles. She left them there and stood back quickly to allow everyone a good view.
"Oh my God" said Victoria.
"He's bald" said Emily.
"Like a little boy" said Alison brightening up again.
Ben just stared, he couldn't believe that this boy, who was two years older than him, still had no pubic hair, and his penis was still small and underdeveloped. The humiliation of wetting himself had softened Alan's penis, and it now hung limply over a small tight scrotum, at least sparing him that extra embarrassment.
"Not such a big man now are we?" said Victoria chuckling to herself "So uh, when do you expect to start growing up then?"
Alan was mortified. He had suffered his lack of development in private for so long now, managing to keep it secret by various devious means, but now, his secret was out. He could feel their stares, and every comment hit him like a cricket bat.
"He's just a baby" said Amy "Even Ben's bigger than you are, and he's got hair."
Ben wasn't best pleased at his sister's comment, drawing attention to his own private parts and reminding him that she had seen them only recently. He blushed slightly himself, but was cheered by Alison who smiled at him.
"Alison?" said Victoria "Why don't you and Wendy and Amy get him cleaned up together. Make sure you do a thorough job of it."
"Okay" said Alison cheerfully, dashing to the cupboards again.
Victoria stepped closer to Alan and took hold of his chin with her right hand. She lifted it, so that she could look straight into Alan's evasive eyes. "Well I don't suppose you're going to put on much of a show for us, I presume it can get a bit bigger though" she said.
"You're in so much shit" he mumbled, his eyes refusing to meet hers.
"We'll see big boy... oh I suppose I'm going to have to stop calling you that now aren't I?" Victoria let his chin go, and it dropped again. She returned to her chair shaking her head in disbelief. She settled herself comfortably down, and with a quick check on her laptop screen, returned to watching the show.
Paul and Emily joined her shortly afterwards, each settling into their own chairs, while Alison distributed flannels, bottles of water and soap. She kept the towel to herself.
"Ben, why don't you come over here, leave that to the girls?" said Victoria. Ben was about to protest, wanting to play with this arrogant older boy that made him feel very grown up, and close to the naked Wendy, but when he looked back at Victoria, and how beautifully she smiled at him he couldn't resist.
"Okay" he said as he hurried over towards the chairs. Victoria slid sideways in her chair slightly, and patted the space she had made beside her. Trying not to seem too eager, Ben squeezed in beside her, and this time, when she put an arm around him, he snuggled up close to her, enjoying her warmth and smell.
"I think you're going to need some training" she said quietly.
"What for?" he asked growing a little suspicious.
"For pleasing girls" she said.
"I know all about that" he replied.
"We'll see" she said, and patted him suggestively in the groin.
Wendy and Amy followed Alison's lead and wetted their flannels using the bottled water, and then rubbed a little soap into the flannels.
"We'll start at the top and work our way down" said Alison "I think we should do everything from the waist down."
The girls went to work, with Alison making sure her flannel got to Alan's willy before either of the others did. Amy rubbed her flannel all over Alan's bottom, making sure she got it right down between the buttocks, and between his legs at the back. Wendy, blocked by Alison's pre-emptive strike started on his thighs. Alison plastered soap across his groin area, rubbing gently but firmly until he was well lathered up. Only when he was well soaped did she turn her attention to the main target, taking his penis in her flannel and wrapping the flannel around it. She squeezed and rubbed, making sure that she retracted the foreskin fully so that she could clean underneath it properly.
Alan squirmed and moaned, but kept his head well down. He was utterly distraught by this humiliating treatment. He knew now that he was completely in their control, that not only could they do whatever they wanted with him, they were going to do whatever they wanted with him. His attempts to wrench himself free when they were tickling him had proved that he was caught fast, and he couldn't escape his bondage. His pleas and threats hadn't budged them an inch, and they had already gone as far as stripping him naked. He couldn't see how or where they would stop, but still he couldn't bring himself to believe that they were really going to do all those things they had said they would. Sure, they'd probably beat him, but he was convinced he was tough enough to take that. He'd never been beaten before, but he'd been in a few fights and could take a bit of pain. He wouldn't show himself up there. But, what about the other thing? Surely they wouldn't really have Paul do what she had said, and actually.... bugger him. He couldn't believe that. That would be illegal and over the top and get them into really really serious trouble.
When Alison finished cleaning Alan's penis, and she released it from her grasp it stood up all on its own. Not straight up, not fully erect, but straight out, parallel to the floor. Half way, she thought, he must really be exerting some mental control. She was sure they could overcome that, after all he was only a boy. Her flannel dipped, under his penis, and started soaping his scrotum, and she watched his willy twitch and sway slightly in response.
Wendy and Amy were working their way down Alan's legs. Wendy at the front and Amy at the back, both resentful that Alison had managed to secure the prize for herself. As they worked they watched, carefully monitoring her progress with Alan's erection.
Victoria placed a hand in Ben's lap and started to undo his fly. Ben looked up at her in panic, ready to complain, when she raised her eyebrows at him in warning. He fell silent, and cast a quick glance to the sides to see if anyone was looking. He was reassured when he saw that everyone's attention was firmly focussed on Alan..
Victoria slid her hand inside his faded black jeans, and then inside his boxer shorts. Ben nearly came when he felt her cool hand take hold of his already rigid shaft.
"Now this" whispered Victoria, giving his penis a little squeeze "Is one of your most important and potent weapons, where girls are concerned, and sometimes where boys are concerned as well."
Ben looked at her, afraid of what she was going to do to him, and he shuffled his bum nervously in the seat, causing his willy to rub a little harder in Victoria's grasp. He nearly came right there and then.
"It is really really really important that you always keep this clean. Whenever you have sex, or masturbate, you must make sure you wash it thoroughly. There's nothing more disgusting than a dirty willy. Understand?" she said quietly.
Ben nodded "I know, we cleaned it before, I mean after, with Alison." He said.
"How did it go with Alison?" she asked.
"Oh great!" he said breaking into a big smile.
"Did you have sex?" she asked.
"No, she said she wasn't allowed to." said Ben a little disappointedly.
"Did she give you an orgasm?" asked Victoria giving him another squeeze.
"Yeh" he said nodding enthusiastically now.
"And did you give her one?" asked Victoria.
"I sure did" he said nodding proudly.
"Good, well that's your first lesson. If you're good, and we've time, you can have another lesson later on" she said, giving Ben an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
Ben blushed excitedly "With Alison?" he asked.
"No, with me" she said, and sensing from the pulsing of Ben's penis that he was close to coming, she withdrew her hand carefully, and zipped him up again. Ben smiled, snuggled into Victoria even more closely, and turned his gaze to Wendy's bottom.
Alan had been forced to lift his feet again under threat from Alison of pacification and Wendy was on her knees bent forward washing his feet. The view of her bottom, and her labia visible at the back, was, to Ben's mind as spectacular as it was beautiful.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes" said Paul, admiring the same view.
"Bugger me!" said Ben, his penis throbbing ever more excitedly.
Alison dragged the bath away from under Alan's feet and she let him put his feet down again on the smooth wooden floor. She went to work with the towel, roughly buffing him dry. She worked quickly and efficiently, even when she came to his half erect phallus.
"He's done" said Alison finally.
"Thank you ladies" said Victoria as she rose from her chair and approached Alan again. The others followed her, until they were all gathered around Alan's naked, semi-erect, dangling body again.
"Maybe this is the best he can do" said Emily.
"Oh I don't know" replied Victoria, reaching out a hand and taking hold of Alan's small hairless penis. She stroked it back and forth a little while the others watched.
Alan fought for control; tried to resist the powerful sensation impacting his brain, but he wasn't strong enough. His penis engorged and rose further, until it attained its full size.
"Ruler!" commanded Victoria. Alison rushed off. Victoria kept her hand on Alan's penis, but stroked it very gently, not wanting to over-excite him. She brought her other hand up to his face and stroked his cheek.
"You're really red" she said "I guess this must be quite embarrassing for you, having us all see you naked like this, with a hard-on, and with such a pathetic little willy. Wendy, why don't you have a feel?"
Wendy was not at all keen to have a feel, not really interested in touching her cousin's disgusting thing, but remembering that she was supposed to be doing as she was told, seized it quickly and roughly. Alan gasped at this more violent touch, and she squeezed it hard.
"Careful" said Victoria "We don't want him to come."
Wendy lightened her hold, and explored the feel of it. It wasn't as bad as she had expected. She didn't really know what she had expected, but something slimy, something clammy and horrible. But it wasn't. Although it was firm, it was also soft and warm, and it felt nice in her hand. Unconsciously her gaze went to the front of Paul's trousers, and then up to his face. She realised he was watching her, and had seen where she had been looking. She blushed. Paul smiled at her and winked, and then, almost as an afterthought brought his hand to her bottom again and began stroking it encouragingly. Wendy returned her gaze to Alan's little boy thing, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Paul looked like down there, what it would be like to have his penis in her hand.
Alison presented Victoria with a ruler. "Thank you darling" said Victoria "Let's see how he measures up then." Victoria brought the ruler level with Alan's shaft, and pressed it gently into his groin. She took hold of the end of his penis and pressed it down slightly so that it was level with the ruler. "Oh dear" she said "Just about two and three quarter inches." She let go of his penis and pulled the ruler away. "Dear God, that's smaller than Ben" she said, turning to Ben. "How big are you darling?" she asked Ben. He looked at her in terror not knowing what to say. In truth he had no idea; he had never measured himself, he had never even thought of it. He was terrified that if he said he didn't know , she was going to make him expose himself and measure it for him. "Um, just a little bit bigger, maybe... about three inches?" he said.
"No, he's bigger than that" said Alison.
"Or a bit bigger" said Ben quickly, wanting to slap Alison.
"Well let's have a see then" said Victoria. This was exactly what Ben had feared, and wanted to avoid.
"No, it's okay, I think Alison's right, a little over three inches" he said defensively.
"Don't be a baby Ben, come on, let's see" said Victoria.
"No, everyone's looking" he whined.
"Everyone here has already seen it anyway" she said "except Alan and Wendy. Paul, distract Wendy for us will you? It doesn't matter with Alan, because he's a boy, and anyway, it'll do him good to see how small and pathetic he is."
Paul put his arms around Wendy, and turned her towards him. She didn't resist. She had little interest in seeing Ben's willy, but the prospect of being in Paul's arms thrilled her in a way she could never have imagined before. Paul turned her until she had her back to Ben, and with his arms around her, and his hand on her bottom, he kissed her. Wendy melted into his arms and kissed him back.
"Come on then Ben" said Victoria "Don't disappoint me" said Victoria.
Knowing he was trapped, and the only alternative was probably punishment and showing his willy off anyway, he lowered his fly and fished out his now flaccid penis.
"Not like that" said Victoria "We won't be able to measure it properly." She reached down and started unbuttoning Ben's trousers. Feeling foolish, with his willy flopping out of his trousers, he put it away again. Victoria swiftly pulled Ben's trousers, and then his boxers, down to his knees and applied the ruler carefully.
Ben blushed a deep red and kept his head down and Victoria took hold of him and stabbed him gently with the ruler. At her first touch he had grown rigid, so it was a speedy process. Alison, Amy, and Emily all watched with interest. Even Alan lifted his head briefly to catch a quick glimpse. Seeing Ben's penis, larger than his own, and the faint tuft of pubic hair made him feel more miserable than he had ever imagined possible.
"Just about three and a quarter inches" said Victoria, a little generously. Victoria took care to pull Ben's pant and trousers up herself, and then fastened them again, giving him an encouraging smile. As embarrassed as he was, Ben couldn't help feeling a little bit proud.
"It's not only bigger" said Alison "I think Ben's is lovelier too."
Ben didn't know whether to frown or smile at Alison's compliment.
"She right" said Emily.
"Ben's penis is very lovely" said Victoria "Much lovelier than this nasty boy's horrible little thing" and she used the ruler to slap his slightly swaying penis to emphasise her point.
"Yeeeoooow!" yelped Alan as his penis nose dived in response.
"Oh, now there's a useful trick" said Emily.
"We'll have to remember that" said Victoria "I wonder if it works on all boys, or just him" she added.
"No!" said Ben stepping backwards at speed.
"Don't be silly" said Victoria "We're not going to experiment on you. At least not unless you're being punished."
Ben didn't need any more reasons to avoid being punished, but this reason did most definitely add to his resolve.
"Maybe if we're playing a game" suggested Emily.
"What game?" Ben blurted out suddenly.
"I told you we sometimes play games" said Alison.
"I'm not playing that game" said Ben looking worried.
"Oh sweety, don't be all silly, we're not going to hurt you. We like you remember, you're part of the gang now. Besides, remember how brave you are" said Victoria.
Ben remained silent. Behind him, Paul still had Wendy in a romantic clinch. His right hand had come around to her front, and had swept across her breasts before descending between her legs and teasing her clitoris again. Wendy writhed and moaned, pushing herself against him, driving herself wild as she increased the pressure of his touch and as she felt his hardness pressing through his trousers into her.
Alan was staring open mouthed at his cousin, seeing her in an entirely new light. He'd only developed his own attraction to her in the past couple of days, but he had never imagined her like this, so wantonly sexual. He had never seen, or even imagined, her behaving like this. He wondered if something had been unlocked in her; wondered if she might behave like this with him, later, after they were released. He closed his eyes willing it to be.
"Well it didn't last long" said Emily, indicating Alan's re-erected penis.
"Another chance to experiment though" said Victoria, bringing the ruler down in another stinging slap. Alan shrieked, taken completely by surprise, and yet again his hard-on went down like the Titanic, only quicker, and of course a lot smaller.
"Seems to work" said Victoria.
"You live and learn" said Emily.
"Paul, will you put that girl out of her misery" said Victoria "Alan' wants his beating now."
Continued in Chapter Eleven