HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 6
  BY: Hooked6  (Hooked6@Hotmail.com)
  
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  HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 6
  BY: Hooked6
  
  The Redheaded girl's kick to my groin had taken my breath
  away and a wave of nausea overtook me as the pain continued.
  My balls seemed to hurt worse because of my inability to
  draw my legs up, being tied to the fence as they were. I was
  moaning in great agony as everyone was laughing at me. I was
  really humiliated as well as being physically tormented!
  Finally, the pain began to ease somewhat and I opened my
  eyes. Looking down, I saw my limp penis and a ridiculous
  looking string of pre-cum dangling from the tip hanging
  between my legs. I struggled to free myself from my bonds
  and as I did so the string of pre-cum jostled back and
  forth. This caused one of the girls to yell, "OH, GROSS!" 
  
  The redheaded girl approached me again and blotted the
  string with the palm of her hand and then smeared it on my
  face. She then said, "You know mister little dick, you've
  got a lot to learn. Shame on you walking around the YMCA
  with a hard-on! Girls aren't impressed by boys who flaunt
  their sex like that."  The look in her eyes told me that she
  was clearly enjoying this.
  
  She called for Frank, the boy with the pocket-knife and had
  him open it up. My eyes got huge and my heart was racing so
  hard I thought it couldn't go on like that much longer. The
  redheaded girl then said to the boy in a VERY commanding
  tone, "Grab his little dick and if he gets an erection as I
  deal with him I want you to CUT IT OFF!" Frank smiled an
  evil grin and eagerly came over to me.
  
  I jumped as the boy took hold of my dick and cringed as I
  felt the cold steel of the blade against my tender, most
  valuable skin. I froze as still as I could be. I didn't know
  if they were serious or not, but I wasn't about to have an
  accident ruin me for life!  Everyone got deathly quiet. . .
  so quiet you could hear a pin drop! They were all looking at
  my limp penis held firmly in Frank's grasp watching in
  anticipation of whatever was going to happen. The red headed
  girl then stepped to my right and pulled my hair, tilting my
  head to the side she was on. Before I knew what she was up
  to, she proceeded to plant her lips against mine! There was
  a collective gasp from the group as they obviously were
  quite shocked at her actions.
  
  I had NEVER been kissed by a girl before! Her lips were soft
  and oh so wonderful. I could smell the feminine fragrance of
  her hair and I thought to myself, "So this is what it's like
  to kiss a girl." I started to feel a stirring between my
  legs as the girl then opened her mouth and I felt her tongue
  pry my lips apart! What was she doing!? Before I could
  figure it out, her tongue was in my mouth! My eyes were as
  big as saucers and a few of the other girls started giggling
  and began looking down between my legs. That's when reality
  set in and I remembered what she ordered the boy to do. I
  could feel my cock start to stiffen in his hand. I tried
  with all my might to make it shrink but it was of no use.
  Frank's tight grip was not helping matters either. The girl
  continued seductively kissing me and I started to whimper -
  as I just knew that at any minute that thug with the knife
  was going to cut my dick off! I started to cry openly and
  tears began rolling down my cheeks. The redheaded girl
  started to laugh and then pulled away from my lips. Soon
  everyone was laughing hysterically. "Please!" I said choking
  back the tears and looking down at my erect penis. The
  redheaded girl stood back and then stared at my aroused cock
  straining against the hand of my captor. "Well," she said,
  "What are you waiting for? He looks like he has a hard on to
  me!" 
  
  "NO!" I screamed with all my might as the blonde girl said
  almost simultaneously, "Ewe! Frank's touching another boy's
  hard-on!" The other boys then started laughing at Frank, who
  immediately let go of my genitals and started yelling back
  at Fred and the others. "CUT IT OUT! She MADE me do it!" He
  protested. I breathed a sigh of relief as everyone's
  attention was on Frank now.
     
  The redheaded girl could barely contain herself as she
  turned to the rest and asked, "Do you think he's learned his
  lesson?"
  
  The blonde girl shouted, "HELL NO!" as she pointed to my
  still erect cock clearly on display once again in front of
  the entire group. The boys began tauntingly shouting, "red
  belly, red belly, RED belly, RED BELLY!" Louder and faster
  they yelled, as if they were a chorus in a Broadway play.  
  
  A couple of the boys ran outside and began to untie my bonds
  as the group inside the dugout moved closer and closer. Once
  my hands were free I started to swing them violently,
  lashing out at the other boys. Soon I felt my legs get free
  and I tried to run, pushing my way past the group, but it
  was of no use. The older boys were too strong. Soon I was
  pushed onto the ground and turned on my back. Two boys had a
  hold of my hands and two more sat on my legs. I was held
  fast, unable to move. The four girls squeezed into place on
  each side of my body. The redheaded girl suddenly slapped my
  belly with the open palm of her hand. I jumped and gasped.
  The blonde girl followed her lead as, I shouted, "NO! STOP
  IT!" Those would be the last words I would utter in their
  presence. Faster and faster the girls slapped my body, I
  felt their hands on my chest, belly and thighs. Each blow
  stung hard and their hilarious laughter made it all the
  worse. As I struggled to get free, several of their blows
  landed on my penis and balls, which caused the girls great
  delight. Soon I could hardly breathe. I felt I was
  suffocating. The girls continued their torment. I now
  understood why it was called giving someone a "red belly" as
  my own belly was beat red from their repeated blows. I felt
  like my skin was on fire from my belly button to my upper
  thighs. As each blow landed, I feared the next would hit my
  most tender of areas again and cause a permanent injury but
  I couldn't do anything about it. I was helpless, naked and a
  plaything for this mob! Then something even more horrible
  happened. I looked up at the smallest girl who started to
  direct her bows against my penis. Over and over she slapped
  at it, batting it from side to side - first one way then the
  other. I started to get very nauseated. Suddenly without
  warning I started to gag. At that, everyone let go. I turned
  over and puked my guts onto the floor of the dugout. I heard
  them all start to run away - footsteps and screams of
  laughter everywhere as I continued to vomit. I heard Fred
  say "You've not seen the last of us, you little pervert!" 
  
  Soon I was left alone naked and in misery. 
  
  When I regained my senses and had the strength to stand up,
  I discovered that my clothes were no where to be found. I
  grew very embarrassed and fearful that someone would
  discover me like this! I began to panic. How would I get
  home I wondered? Luckily I spotted a cardboard box by the
  closed concession stand. I would have to make a dash out
  across the open field to get it. It was better than nothing,
  I thought. I carefully looked about to see if anyone was
  around, and when I was sure the coast was clear I took off
  after it. Picking up the box, I punched the bottom out and
  stepped into it. It covered the essentials, anyway. I
  decided to make a run for home. If I ran as fast as I could
  I could get back home in just a few minutes. I swallowed
  hard and took off, using bushes, trees and parked cars to
  shield my getaway whenever possible.
  
  Upon reaching my house I carefully ran to the side of our
  house and ducked down behind some shrubs. What was I going
  to do? How was I going to explain this. I listened carefully
  trying to figure out the whereabouts of my mom and wondered
  what my chances were of sneaking into the house without
  being seen. God I just COULDN"T get caught by my mom! I just
  couldn't!
  
  I opened the gate to the wooden fence that surrounded our
  backyard and peeked around the corner. No one was in sight.
  I saw a towel on a lawn chair next to the pool and decided
  to try for it. I would look better wearing IT than my
  cardboard box I figured. I crept inside the gate and let it
  close behind me. I decided to keep low and creep under the
  windows to avoid being seen, but in order to do that I would
  have to lose the box. I couldn't bend down low enough with
  that thing around my waist. It was too awkward. It was a
  calculated risk and I decided to take it. My heart was
  pounding once again. I slowly stepped out of the box and
  crept naked along the back wall of the house. So far so
  good. Hugging the back wall I finally got to the point where
  I was even with the lawn chair and towel. I only had to make
  a dash to the chair and I was home free!
  
  I was never so nervous in all my life. I felt so vulnerable
  and ashamed. My legs were weak and I was shaking like a leaf
  on a windy day. All was quiet. I finally got up the nerve
  and stood up. No sooner than I had taken the first step out
  away from the wall than I heard the patio door open and out
  walked my mom and our neighbor Susan! I froze like a deer
  caught in a car's headlights.
  
  "Tommy!" my mom exclaimed when she saw me. "What are you
  doing out here like that?" Susan and my mom both looked at
  me with puzzled eyes. My mind raced a mile a minute. OH GOD!
  OH GOD! What am I going to do!? Think, Think, THINK! I've
  got to say something. I am not sure what possessed me but
  all that I could see was the pool. I was drowning in my own
  shame and misery. I responded by saying, "Ah. . . well I was
  looking for you, actually. I, um, wanted to see if it was,
  well, all right to go swimming. Ah, yeah, you know, to go
  for a swim."
  
  I was doomed. She would NEVER buy that. I kept looking at
  our neighbor as she was obviously checking me over. It was
  as if she had never seen a teenage boy naked before. I felt
  my balls tighten up closer to my body under her watchful
  gaze. Then I realized that, in my panic over being caught,
  it hadn't sunk in that I was also naked right before my own
  mother! To my horror, I noticed that my mom was also eagerly
  checking out my body. I thought I could detect that she too
  was thrilled at her good fortune of getting to see something
  that she wasn't supposed to see - something she hadn't seen
  since I was a little kid! She seemed pleased. I immediately
  placed my hands in front of me to hide my genitals. I was
  soooo humiliated! My cock started to stir under my hands.
  
  My mom smiled and said, "Well, I must say I'm surprised that
  you wanted to swim without a suit, but if your OK without
  one, I guess it would be OK with me too. In fact, you have
  my permission to always swim nude as long as an adult is
  present - at least until you pass your swimming course."
  Then turning to Susan she explained, "Tommy has been taking
  lessons at the YMCA and the boys don't wear suits at the
  pool." Susan smiled and said, "Oh, I see. Well, I don't
  mind. I don't MIND A BIT." 
  
  My mom turned back at me and continued, "Tommy, you can swim
  now, but I have company coming over in a little while and
  you'll have to quit when they start to arrive. I won't be
  able to watch over you then."
  
  I wanted to get out of their sight so I immediately headed
  for the water at the shallow end of the pool. My mom and
  neighbor pulled up chairs and continued to converse with
  each other all the while looking at me in the pool. I kept
  moving hoping to use the water and its glare as a screen to
  hide my private parts. All I wanted to do was to get out and
  run inside, but I had to make this look realistic. I mean I
  couldn't just get out after I had just gotten in. 
  
  I moved around in constant motion pretending to have a good
  time. Things seemed to go in slow motion. I was sure I was
  out there in front of them for hours, but in reality it was
  maybe 20 minutes or so. Then I heard the doorbell ring and
  my mom got up and told me I had to get out of the pool and
  then turned and went inside.
  
  Instead of following my mom into the house, Susan just sat
  there watching me - waiting for me to get out of the pool. I
  figured she wanted to get another look at me. There was no
  getting around it, I was going to have to get out with her
  watching me. God what a day this has been, I thought. When
  will it ever end? 
  
  I got out of the pool and walked, dripping wet, toward the
  chair with the towel. Before I reached it, Susan stood up,
  grabbed the towel and said, "I'll help you dry off." I
  started to protest, but it was too late. She turned me
  around and standing behind me, she wrapped the towel over my
  back and was rubbing me dry. I started to panic as she moved
  the towel down my back over my butt and onto my legs! A
  stranger, well, someone I hardly knew anyway, was wiping a
  towel over my naked body. Suddenly I grew very self-
  conscious. When she started to wipe my buttocks more
  thoroughly, I felt a strange sensation stir between my legs
  and I realized that soon she would want to dry my front. She
  placed the towel over my hair and continued her drying. My
  penis started to get hard! OH please, NO . . . not now! 
  Soon my penis was pointing straight toward the sky.
  
  She took the towel away from my head and ordered, "Arm's
  out, Tommy." I did as I was told expecting her to dry them
  but instead, she quickly turned me around to face her. She
  was holding the towel in front of her. I saw her look down
  and squeak sweetly, "Ooooo!" There was a long pause and I
  closed my eyes knowing she was staring at my erection. She
  then said, "I guess you are a BIG boy. You probably would
  want to finish this yourself." I shook my head yes and held
  out my hand waiting for her to give me the towel. She held
  onto it,however, and looked into my eyes. Then I saw her
  look down between my legs again one final time then back up
  into my eyes. She handed me the towel and said, "Tommy, if
  you ever want to go swimming again and your mom can't watch
  you, give me a call. I'll be glad to help out. You can swim
  in my pool anytime." With that she smiled, let go of the
  towel, and left to go inside.
  
  I quickly dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my
  waist. I walked inside and discovered five women all siting
  in the living room - my mom, Susan and three of her friends.
  They all stopped talking when I entered. I looked down and
  saw that my towel had a noticeable bulge in front. I knew
  that they must have figured out why. Even though I had the
  towel for cover, it was as if they were all straining to see
  right through it. Thinking back, they probably weren't
  really straining, but that's how it felt to me at the time. 
  
  My mom stood up and brought me into the living room. "This
  is my son, Tommy." Then, turning to me said, "Say hello to
  my friends, son" I politely said hello and nodded my head as
  each of them told me their names. One of them said to my
  mom, "You must be very proud, dear."  When they were through
  introducing themselves, I stood there awkwardly for a
  minute, not knowing what to do. My cock was straining
  against the tight cloth of the towel and I knew it was
  obvious to everyone. My heart was pounding and I was so
  excited by the whole event. Normally I wouldn't have given
  any of these women a second glance. But, standing there
  half-naked like I was, they were all gorgeous. My mom must
  have sensed she had to do something. Picking up a pile of
  magazines that was on the coffee table she held them out
  toward me and said, "Tommy, before you go, would you be a
  dear and put these in the kitchen so we can have more room
  here?"
  
  I carefully tucked the towel into itself around my waist and
  reached for the pile of magazines. They were awkward and
  heavy. I had had to use two hands to hold them. As I started
  to pull the pile toward me, the top book slipped.
  Instinctively I reacted to catch it. Suddenly without
  warning my towel came unfastened and dropped immediately to
  the floor! I gasped and froze. I was naked, erect and
  stupidly standing in front of my mom's friends. They all
  silently looked at me not knowing what to say or do. My mom
  frowned and said in a maternal tone of disapproval, "TOMMY!"
  
  Fortunately, one of the ladies broke the tension by saying,
  "He certainly has grown up, hasn't he?" Everyone laughed at
  her remark and I quickly ran out of the room with the
  magazines leaving the towel behind!