"Alison, be quiet. He's not going to give in he's going to be brave. Aren't you?" said Victoria encouragingly, stroking Ben's cheek again.
"You promise?" asked Ben.
"Promise what darling?" asked Victoria.
"What you said" he replied.
"Yes, it's a promise. But remember Ben, that's all I'm promising, nothing else. It's still going to be hard, and you're still going to have to be brave." Victoria said.
"Are you ready?" Emily asked.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ben took a deep breath. He still wasn't sure what to think, something wasn't quite right, he was sure he was being tricked somehow, but he couldn't work out how. Victoria seemed so nice though, so reassuring, so comforting, he wanted to believe her. He was very well aware though that he really didn't have any choice. He couldn't do anything to stop them. They could do whatever they wanted with him and he couldn't stop them. He slumped against his bonds, his body giving up the fight.
"Alright" he said, as if his permission meant anything.
Victoria's hands lowered themselves ever so slowly to Ben's belt and she pulled the leather out from the steel buckle, gently teasing the tongue from its well worn hole. She pulled the belt open and paused. Ben held his body rigid, humiliated by these unfamiliar ministrations, and tried to bring his sharp and shallow breathing under control. Sweat began to break out on his forehead, and his only consolation was that his erection had long disappeared in his panic.
Victoria took the waistband of Ben's jeans firmly in her left hand as her right took the material around the buttonhole at the top. She carefully teased the metal button through the hole, and then let her right hand slide gently down to the tag at the top of Ben's fly. She drew his fly down slowly, carefully, feeling for any tumescence within as she did so.
Ben kept his eyes shut, the sweat running down into his eyes now. The surge of adrenalin that had been released when Victoria had undone the button was flooding through him, causing him to shake uncontrollably. Emily, Alison, and Paul, all watched with interest.
Ben's trousers were now open at the front and Victoria pulled the two sides of the top wide, exposing the abstract patterns of his red and blue cotton boxer shorts.
Ben had been reluctant when his mother had insisted on buying him boxer shorts back in the spring. At first the transition from his old y-fronts had been uncomfortable. Being used to the snugness of his old pants, with his willy being held comfortably upwards, the freedom of the boxer shorts, with his willy dangling down, had been strange. After a while he had got used to them, and on the odd occasion he had put on an old pair of his y-fronts it was they that had felt strange to him. His mother had just told him, casually, that he was growing up; no more explanation than that, and it hadn't been mentioned since. Now though, he was so grateful for his mother's consideration. As humiliating as it was going to be dangling here in just his boxer shorts, it would have been much worse in his old y-front, where everything would have been so much more obvious; so much more visible.
"Alison, give me a hand" said Victoria. Alison stepped forward, as eager as ever.
"Just hold on to the top of his pants, stop them from coming down, while I take his trousers off" she said.
Trousers! Off! Ben felt a bolt of anguish and embarrassment rush through him. They were going to take his trousers off. He'd known that for the past couple of minutes of course, but the words... To hear it said aloud 'While I take his trousers off' made it real in a quite different way.
Alison carefully placed two small hands on the waistband of Ben's boxers, just inside each hip bone, and held on firmly. Ben could feel the coolness of her hands, and where her fingers had strayed, ever so slightly, towards his groin. Not anywhere near anything too private, but it was still virgin flesh; very sensitive virgin flesh. He gasped slightly. Either accidentally or on purpose, she also tugged his boxers away from his front a little.
"Can I have a peek?" she asked Victoria.
"No." said Victoria firmly.
Alison frowned "Oh go on, just a little one."
"Alison, are you going to do as you're told or are you going to have to be punished?" asked Victoria with an authoritative tone to her voice.
"No, I'll be good" replied Alison quickly, relaxing her grip slightly and letting the top of Ben's boxers contract back towards his belly.
Victoria tugged at the sides of Ben's jeans, pulling them down over his hips; down over the crest of his bottom. Once they had cleared this obstruction they fell easily: to his thighs; to his knees; and finally to his ankles. Victoria squatted down while she wrestled them off over his bare feet.
Ben dangled, in both senses, the warm cocoon of the denim removed, his legs felt cool and very vulnerable. He was dreadfully aware that only his cotton boxer shorts stood guard between him and complete nakedness. He prayed, harder than he had ever prayed before in his life, that he didn't get another erection; an erection which would now be only too obvious to everyone.
Victoria cast Ben's trousers aside and stood up again, trying to look into Ben's eyes, but those eyes were still downcast.
"How you doing there, tiger?" she asked Ben, gently, bringing her hand up to lift his chin. Ben's eyes flickered into hers for a moment before turning away. His face blushed even deeper red, and he felt the warmth of his blush spread down his face to his neck.
"Be brave?" she almost pleaded.
He kept his gaze from hers, but nodded, knowing he had little choice in any case. In defeat he was stoic; for the moment.
Ben suddenly realised his eyes had rested on Victoria's shirt, just where her breasts swelled beautifully and invitingly out. He closed his eyes and turned his head away quickly, before any sexy thoughts, any visions of creamy white nakedness, gate crashed his control. Nevertheless he felt a slight stiffening of his penis, and he screwed his eyes more tightly shut, tried to turn his mind to kitchen units, double glazing, anything. He was more acutely aware of his penis than he had even been in his life before. It reported every sensation, every slight friction against his pants, every swing and sway. Stiffening as it was, it announced this loudly and in detail through his nervous system to his sensation hungry brain, and this brain kept trying to force it on his violently disinterested consciousness.
Victoria saw his gaze, saw his rejection, and saw his lack of response. "Don't you like my breasts?" she asked. Ben didn't respond. He kept his eyes tightly closed; his head turned away; his lips sealed.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked "Properly I mean. Naked?" she probed.
Ben tried to shut her words out of his ears. He did not want to think about that, not one little bit. Victoria looked down again, took in the view of his boxers tenting slightly at the front, and she smiled.
"Well, you be a good boy, and in time... you never know", she emphasised this vague promise of a glimpse of heaven with a pat to Ben's cotton clad bottom.
"Time for more tickling I think" suggested Emily.
"Good idea" said Victoria.
"Nooo" begged Ben, suddenly opening his eyes.
Alison touched him first, her finger returning to that sensitive part of his tummy just above the waistband of his boxer shorts. This time though, her touch was just that little bit lower, just that little bit more intimate. Emily worked his right hands side, the faintest of fingernail traces down his flank, across his upper tummy, chest, and armpit. Victoria did the same on Ben's left hand side. Ben couldn't help himself but shriek and squeal like a stuck pig, twisting round, first to one side, then back to the other, swaying violently backwards and forwards.
Paul watched, enjoying the show immensely. Ben was a handsome boy, and he was looking forward to seeing him naked, exposed, erect. He was looking forward to playing with him too, but there would plenty of time for that. There would be plenty of other opportunities, other days. There wasn't a rule as such, but the tradition had developed that if they had a boy captive the girls would take the lead, and if they had a girl he would take the lead. It seemed to work pretty well. Paul squeezed a hand down the front of his own trousers, to readjust his erection to a more comfortable position. As much as he wanted to, he resisted the temptation to stroke himself; better saved until later.
Ben was in agony, the tickling was so intense that it had become painful. He felt his diaphragm tighten; he couldn't breath. He begged them to stop. Victoria pulled away from him first, and Alison, predictably, last.
Victoria gave Ben a minute to calm down, while she surveyed him carefully. Her eyes rested on the lump in the front of his pants, and she wasn't sure whether it was yet at its fullest extent. She hoped it wasn't, otherwise this boy was going to be a bit of a disappointment.
"That's why we start the initiation with you pissing in the mug" she said eventually.
Ben, still breathing deeply, didn't respond.
"Otherwise you'd probably have wet your pants by now" she added.
"Then we would have to take them off" said Alison "And clean you up, like a little baby"
Ben was only half listening, but he absorbed the meaning, being thankful now that he had emptied his bladder fully. He sure as hell didn't want to piss his pants, let alone suffer what might follow such a humiliating accident.
"Paul pissed his pant. Didn't you Paul?" said Emily with a grin.
"Shut up!" said Paul.
"We hadn't got it all worked out properly then" said Victoria "We added the pissing part after that."
"I wish I'd been here to see that" said Alison.
"You've seen other boys wet themselves since, though" said Emily, placing a sympathetic hand on Alison's shoulder.
"I know, but I'd have liked to have seen Paul." Alison said plaintively, her lower lip curling up into a pout.
"It was funny" said Emily, giggling slightly.
"It bloody wasn't" complained Paul "Can we please stick to the job in hand?" he added.
"Can I tickle him inside his pants?" pleaded Alison, her voice brimming with angelic innocence.
"Noooo!" yelled Ben.
"Hush!" said Victoria, placing a hand on Ben's hip.
"Alright" said Victoria after a moment's thought, "But you're not to pull his pants down or expose him in any way, and you're not to touch his willy."
"Okay, I won't" said Alison hopping up and down and clapping her hands together in excitement.
"I'm serious Alison" added Victoria for emphasis "Behave yourself!"
"I will, I will" Alison replied cheerfully.
Alison quickly dropped to her knees and tickled a hand up the back of Ben's right leg, bringing it ever closer to the hem of his boxer shorts. Lacking the patience to tease him for too long, she brought her hand up inside his boxers, stroking it up and over his right buttock and giving it a good squeeze.
"Get off!" said Ben.
Victoria returned to stroking Ben's chest and back, while Emily's fingernails went back to work on his right flank and tummy. Ben resumed his shrieking and squirming, begging them to have mercy and stop their assault on him.
Emily and Alison worked round each other expertly, each giving way to the other as necessary as they moved round Ben's right hand side, but with neither of them needing to suspend their teasing and tickling to do so.
Alison swept a hand round the front of Ben's right thigh, and started working it up the inside of his boxers tickling his groin, and Ben howled. Semi erect, his penis was largely pointing to the left, and safe from Alison's small hand and tickling fingers. A little disappointed, she hatched a new plan and withdrew her hands from under Ben's boxers, and ducking under Emily's arms, moved round to the front of Ben. She looked down at the obvious bulge at the front of his pants, sucking her lower lip, and then turned her attention to the opening down the centre of the cotton material. Her hand moved towards it slowly, and she slipped a finger inside. She found a small tuft of hair, light silky hair, and she stroked at it, causing Ben to twist and buck ever more violently. Alison was unable to slide her hand inside because of a small button fastening the opening shut, and so her small fingers went to work on undoing it. This was difficult work. With Ben twisting and turning in his bonds in response to Emily's tickling Alison had great difficulty keeping a hold of the little button, and of manipulating it accurately enough to push it through its small hole.
Ben was desperate, his breathing unpredictable and ragged, his whole body was singing with the pain of over-stimulation. With the girls' constant assault on him he couldn't focus his mind clearly enough to assert any kind of control over his body, and his shrieks and cries were completely involuntary. Alison's efforts: tickling and stroking his bottom; his groin; so close to touching him, were an especial torment, and he could do nothing to prevent his penis thrusting itself up to full size. He screwed his eyes up against the pain and the shame, and tears fell from his eyes; rolled down his cheeks. His face burned red, and he struggled and fought against their contacts entirely instinctively.
Alison felt Ben's cotton covered penis bump against her hand several times as she fought her own small battle with the button. As he bucked and squirmed, his body twisted round, swinging his erection into the back of her right hand. It wasn't a proper 'feel', but it was enough to spur her on; enough encouragement to overcome her frustration; it was promise of more and better to come.
Growing more and more excited herself, Alison almost squealed with joy when the button finally popped, and the front of Ben's boxers opened up. She thrust a hand in quickly, and stroked it across the top of his groin. Feeling the silky hairs under her fingers, she wiggled her fingers downwards. The discovery of his pubic hair was a delight. For all the research they had done, they had not been able to find out if Ben was pubescent yet or not. They had hoped he was, and after serious and prolonged deliberation they had concluded that probably he was, but they had not known for sure. Her fingers wiggled themselves teasingly downwards, until they met a solid obstruction; the base of Ben's tumescent penis.
Ben's body spasmed violently, and he yelled "Noooo!" again. Alison couldn't resist and she let her fingers continue their waggling, down his young adolescent shaft.
"No get off! She's touching me! Fuck off!" shouted Ben.
Victoria, lost in her own thoughts, looked down suddenly and saw Alison's hand inside Ben's boxers, and could plainly see where it was planted. "Alison!" she barked.
Alison jumped, withdrew her hand swiftly, and smiled placatingly at Victoria. Emily ceased her tickling and looked down too, seeing Alison's hand retreating at speed.
"What did I tell you?" said Victoria angrily.
"It was an accident..." pleaded Alison "...because he kept squirming and twisting round, I didn't mean it" she added.
"Who's in charge here, Alison?" asked Victoria firmly.
"You are" replied Alison making herself look as small and innocent as possible.
"So you do what I say" said Victoria.
"I know" said Alison in a little and slightly whiny voice.
"'Little girl lost' might work on your dad, but it's not going to work on me, and if he had any idea of what you got up to I doubt it would work on him either" said Victoria. She looked up at Emily whose expression was impassive. Victoria raised her eyebrows and Emily nodded slightly, reluctantly. Victoria looked over at Paul, who lounged back comfortably with an amused expression on his face; he shrugged.
"Alison, this kind of disobedience can not go unpunished. You were warned" said Victoria.
"No, it was an accident I told you, it wasn't my fault" whined Alison desperately.
"I don't believe you" said Victoria "Paul's going to give you a spanking. If you give him any trouble at all, your punishment will be worse."
"Victoria" pleaded Alison
"You'd better just get it over with" said Emily, putting a hand on Alison's shoulder and giving her a gentle shove towards Paul.
"It's not fair!" Alison complained pitifully.
Paul shifted, sitting up straighter in his chair and trying to swap his grin for what he hoped would be a more serious and sombre expression. "Come on" he said firmly, beckoning her with a hand.
Ben took advantage of the break to recover his senses, regain control over his breathing again, and to try to calm his reeling mind. His erection was subsiding slightly, and he hoped, prayed, that his torment, this test, would soon be coming to an end. How much longer could they keep this up? How much longer could he keep this up?
The one comforting thought, in the entire maelstrom of uncomforting thoughts, was that Victoria had protected him. Protected him to the extent of punishing Alison for touching him 'down there'. He had no idea what was going to happen to Alison, and frankly he didn't really care. All he cared about right now was that he was not the centre of attention.
Ben lifted his hanging head, and rested his hazel eyes on Alison's back as she shuffled reluctantly over to Paul. Paul put his hands on Alison's shoulders and adjusted her position slightly so that she was stood square on right in front of him.
"Alison" he said calmly "You've disobeyed your seniors, and we've decided your punishment will be a spanking. You've sworn your oath so you have no complaints, and to be honest with you I think Victoria's letting you off lightly."
"Paul, just get on with it will you" said Emily.
Paul looked up at Emily briefly, a little annoyed at her interruption, but she gave him such a sweet pleading look, wanting to spare her little sister any more humiliation than was absolutely necessary, that he smiled back and nodded. With an expression like that on her face Paul would do almost anything for her.
Alison stood trembling slightly as Paul's hands lowered themselves from her shoulders to the bottom of her skirt. Ben's eyes suddenly widened, wondering if it could be possible that Paul was going to...
Paul brought his hands up under Alison's skirt, and because it was fairly tight, her skirt lifted as his hands did so. He took hold of her knickers and drew them down, all the way to her ankles. Alison blushed and gave Paul a desperate pleading look.
"Please don't hurt me too much" she begged.
Ben gaped. He barely registered that his guess about Alison's knickers being pink was right, he was overcome by the realisation that under her skirt Alison was naked. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he knew what he wanted to happen, suspected, hoped, prayed, that maybe, just maybe, he would see his first naked girl, and it would be Alison, and it would be right now. His penis stiffened again, forcing the cotton of his boxers outwards, and Ben changed his mind. Not now, he thought, later; later when I'm dressed again. He couldn't close his eyes though, as much as he knew he should to spare his own embarrassment. He wanted to, but he just couldn't; they were glued to the back of Alison's skirt.
Paul raised his hands again, to the bottom of Alison's skirt, and he pushed it up, quickly and without ceremony. Alison dropped her head in shame, and couldn't look Paul in the eyes. In other circumstances, without the prospect of a spanking and an audience, this might be lovely, in fact she'd dreamed of it, but right here, right now, she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.
Ben's eyes feasted themselves on Alison's beautiful curvaceous bottom; smooth white and naked. He devoured every tiny detail: the way the spine disappeared curving down and into it, the way the sides were ever so slightly dimpled, the way the buttocks swept down to her thighs. As he took all this in, as his penis reached new heights, his eyes locked onto that tiny dark little space where Alison's bottom met her tightly closed legs. 'Turn her round, turn her round, turn her round!' he thought as loudly as he could.
Paul didn't turn her round. He did turn her slightly to one side before pulling her over his lap, but Ben had not been able to see anything. Once she was angled over Paul's thighs, her bottom at the highest point, Ben took a deep breath and held it.
Paul stroked Alison's bottom gently before raising his hand and bringing it down again in a sharp slap that resounded around the room.
"Ow!" yelled Alison "That hurt" she said, sounding surprised.
"It's supposed to, you twit" said Paul, slapping her a second time, eliciting no less a response from Alison. After half a dozen more smacks Alison was beginning to squirm and struggle, and Paul had to hold her down with more force. He was getting pretty heated himself: Alison's bare flesh rested over his thighs, her naked bottom under his hand, did nothing to reduce the frustration of his own rampant penis. His only comfort was the knowledge that he'd be able to persuade one of the girls to relieve that frustration later, and it would be well worth the wait.
Ben had no such comfort as his own rampant penis strained against his pants with no prospect of relief. His eyes flicked between Alison's hypnotically compelling bottom and the space, equally mesmerising, below it. Where, as she squirmed and twisted her body in pain, she presented the briefest of glimpses of her front. But not enough. Not enough to give Ben a view of what she looked like down there, not enough for him to see anything of what he wanted to see. He kept watching, kept hoping, if her squirming became much more violent, her twisting much more contorted, then she would have to, her front would hove into plain view, even if very briefly.
It didn't happen. Paul stopped spanking Alison before she reached that stage of panicked pain induced evasion. He didn't stop out of any sense of propriety, or any sense of mercy; he stopped because if he'd carried on any longer he'd have erupted inside his pants.
Paul lifted Alison from his lap quickly, before he suffered any more stimulation. And again, as hard as Ben tried, he could see nothing of Alison's front, just her pink and reddened bottom. Paul picked up Alison's knickers, where they had fallen from her ankles and worked them back up her legs, until they sat snugly again in place. He lowered her skirt, and Ben's head fell again, in disappointment and anguish, afraid that now all attention was going to return to him.
Alison turned finally, her face flushed and slightly tear stained, and she returned slowly to Emily's side. Emily put an arm round Alison's shoulders and pulled Alison to her, in half a hug.
"Now just behave yourself" Emily said encouragingly, sympathetically.
Alison nodded, "I'm sorry"
Victoria, turning back to Ben, looked down at his barely concealed hard-on. 'That's better' she thought. Behind her back she gave a prearranged signal in Paul's direction, and Paul started fumbling in his pockets.
"Looks like we've made a bit of a mess" said Victoria "Did you enjoy that then?" she asked Ben, stroking his reddened cheek with a finger. What Ben hadn't realised, but Victoria and the others could plainly see, was that a damp patch was spreading across the front of Ben's boxer shorts.
"Has he come?" asked Alison hesitantly.
"No, I don't think so" said Victoria "I think he's just getting a bit over excited."
"I thought we didn't like boys in dirty pants" said Alison hopefully, beginning to cheer up again.
"We did have to take Paul's off when he wet himself" Emily recalled aloud "... and clean him up."
"No, you promised" said Ben quickly "You promised remember, you definitely promised."
Victoria stroked Ben's cheek again "I know. I always keep my promises Ben, remember that."
Ben relaxed again slightly.
"But also remember what I promised" she added after a sufficiently dramatic pause "And that I made it absolutely clear that that was all I was promising."
Ben grew afraid again. There was a trick, he was sure of it, but what trick? He couldn't see it, couldn't work out what it was. She had promised, what more to it was there? Desperately on edge, he wondered again if this was just another tactic to scare him, to disorientate him, break his resolve. He thought that was probably it. She'd promised. He tried to relax, tried to wipe from his mind the awful possibility that somehow they'd find a way out of their promise, and... and his pants would come off. It was inconceivable; too terrible a fate to contemplate. He could not allow himself to imagine that possibility.
Ben nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in" said Victoria loudly, not sounding the least bit surprised.
Terrified, Ben turned his head to the door as it opened. His embarrassment was dreadful enough with Paul and the three girls witnessing him dangling in his just his underwear, without additional gawpers. His only relief was the fact that his erection was again rapidly subsiding.
As the newcomer entered with a huge grin the bottom fell out of Ben's world. At least he hadn't thought those fateful words 'it can't get any worse', because then he might have blamed himself, for it had indeed just got a lot worse.
[Continued in Chapter Six]