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Tiny Tim
by Marie (msaintclaire@excite.com)

***

Young Timmy meets two beautiful girls. Is it too good 
to be true? Of course it is! A story of utter 
humiliation. (FFdom/M-teens, nc, ws, size, huml)

***

PART I 

He was staring again. I pretended I didn't notice. I 
could only imagine the thoughts running through his 
head. I knew he was infatuated with me and I almost 
felt sorry for him.

His name was Tim. He was a sophomore at my school, I 
was a senior. I first noticed him in the lunch room 
while standing in line. I caught him staring at my 
boobs but I acted nonchalantly about it. I would never 
forget though. I thought it quite funny that someone 
like him thought he might actually have any chance with 
me. He could only fantasize, deep down he knew I was 
out of his league.

Tim was still a scrawny little boy who looked funny 
walking down the hallway amongst other men. I wondered 
how he felt when he had to change for gym class with 
all the other guys that were bigger and more developed. 
Tim was about 5'8, had blonde hair, and possessed a 
certain innocence. It was this innocence that made me 
want to do what I was going to do to him. 

I knew I could get away with it and I couldn't wait. We 
had the same study hall together and I decided I'd 
start my plan there. You might think I'm devious or 
cruel? maybe I am. But I knew I was better than Tim? 
and I feel that pathetic little scum like him should be 
subservient to such prominent people like me. It's 
their role in life. 

I was blessed with beauty and ingenuity and, not to put 
a finer point on it, Tim wasn't. I felt it was time 
that he learned that his purpose in life, at least as 
far as I'm concerned, is to serve. I see no future for 
him otherwise. 

I was with my friend Denise when I entered study hall. 
And I saw him. He sat in his usual spot in the corner 
reading.

"Denise, play along with me. See Tim over there?"

"You mean the one that likes you?"

"Yeah, lets walk over to the table next to him and just 
follow my lead."

"OK."

We sat down at the adjacent table well within ear shot. 
I noticed him glance up from his book. He looked 
nervous and shifted in his chair. It was time to start.

"So Denise, how's your boyfriend?" I began loudly 
enough for Tim to hear.

"He's great, I was over his house last night."

"Did you guys watch 'Friends' last night?"

"Well the TV was on, but we didn't watch if you get my 
drift."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tim's ears perk 
up. He was already falling into my trap.

"I need to get myself a boyfriend." I continued.

"So why don't you?" Denise replied.

"I don't know. No one has asked me," I said, "Maybe I'm 
not pretty enough." I almost laughed while I said this. 
The truth is that almost every guy wanted to go out 
with me. I am among the prettiest girls in my school 
and actually have a job modeling for advertisement 
magazines.

"Of course you're pretty enough!" Denise said not 
knowing exactly what I had in mind.

"Do you like my hair?" I had black straight hair that 
fell half way down my back. I liked it because it 
always looks so clean and never static.

"I wish I had hair like yours!" Denise said in shock.

I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Tim 
pretending to read, but I knew he was listening to 
every word I was saying.

"Well, if you like how I look, why hasn't anyone asked 
me out yet?" Denise knew I was always being asked out 
but continued to play along.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Maybe I need a guys opinion." Denise started to 
understand what I was getting at and she knew what to 
do.

"Why don't you ask him?"

I turned around and looked at Tim. "Who? Tim?"

"Why not?"

He lowered his book and looked at me. "Ahh ahh... did 
you need something?" He asked trying not to give away 
that he was eavesdropping.

"Yeah, I need your opinion. It's Timmy right? My name's 
Jennifer."

"No." He stuttered.

"No my name is not Jennifer?" I asked confused.

"I mean it's Tim? just Tim, and I ahh, know who you 
are? I mean everyone knows who you are."

"Everyone knows who I am?"

"Well yeah, I mean you're pretty popular."

"Why do you think that Tim?" I edged him on.

"I da don't know. I?"

"Do you have a stuttering problem Tim?" I interrupted.

"Na! Na! Ahh NO!" he finally said boldly.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to be talking to me."

"Why's that?" I asked

"Well, you never have before."

"Well I didn't know you before. Now I do. You're Timmy? 
I mean Tim."

"And you're Jennifer." He said half smiling, hoping he 
had somehow made a joke. I faked a laugh. How pathetic 
I thought to myself.

"This is my friend Denise. Denise this is Timmy? I mean 
Tim? Can I just call you Timmy? You look like a Timmy."

"Well, I prefer Tim, I used to be called Timmy when I 
was a kid."

"Timmy? you are a kid." I replied.

"Well I mean my Mom called me that when I was younger."

"Well you look like a Timmy to me! When I think of a 
Tim, I think of a man. You're just a little boy" I 
paused to see his reaction. Denise simply said "Yeah, 
you look like a Timmy."

Timmy's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He 
didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence that seemed to last an 
eternity, I edged on. "We were just talking and I need 
a male opinion. Do you mind if I ask you some questions 
Timmy?"

"I guess not." He said surprised we would ask him 
anything.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I said bluntly.

"What?" He said in shock.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah." He said weakly and in wonderment.

"I want to know if you think I'm really pretty?"

"I don't understand." He said dumbfounded.

"It's not a trick question. Don't worry, I'm not going 
to kill you (just humiliate you I thought to myself) I 
just want your opinion on a couple of things. Just 
answer honestly. I want to know what you think. OK?"

"All right."

"Do you think I'm really pretty, honestly?"

"I think you're gorgeous," he blurted out. His face 
turned redder than ever.

"Why thank you Timmy. See, that wasn't so bad."

He felt a little more comfortable after me saying that. 
"Do you think I'm sexy?" was my next question. I 
watched his eyes closely. They fell to my chest. I had 
on a loose silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough to 
see the top of my cleavage. They moved up and down 
slowly as I breathed. When he focused on them he darted 
his eyes back up to meet mine. 

"Yes." He said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I think you are."

"Yes you think I'm what?" I said back edging him on.

"I think you're sexy!" He almost shouted. A few girls 
sitting a couple of tables over heard him and started 
giggling.

I looked at Denise. She was ready to join in.

"I like her tits." she said. I almost lost it. I 
thought I was about to burst out laughing. But I kept 
up the act.

"You wa what?" He said puzzled.

"I wish I had tits like hers. Mine are small, but hers, 
hers are perfect. I mean, look at them. What size do 
you think she is?"

Timmy was now a shade of purple. He looked at me as if 
he needed my approval to reply.

"Do you think you can guess my size Timmy?" I said.

He looked at my eyes and I watch his as they slowly 
moved down and focused on my mounds. "Here, let me help 
you. This blouse is a little loose." With that, I 
pulled the sides of my blouse back, tightening the 
front so the fabric stretched across my bosom. I 
stretched back so my tits would extend out as far as 
they could. And I sat there in front of him. His eyes 
almost popping out, I think he came right there in his 
pants. "So what bra size do you think I wear," I said, 
"when I wear a bra." I added.

"I don't really know much about bra sizes."

"You don't," I asked, "haven't you ever tried on one of 
your sisters or mothers before?" I asked with a smirk.

"No." He said, but somehow I didn't believe him. He 
wanted to move on and so he answered. "I guess you're 
probably a 34C."

"Wow, I'm impressed. That's pretty close. Actually, I'm 
a 36C."

I had to seem a little positive, or I might lose him. 

But he was pretty mesmerized by me already. I had him 
trapped. His little boy brain wouldn't allow him to 
stop answering our questions. This was probably the 
longest time a beautiful woman ever spent talking to 
him. I decided to go further.

I cupped the bottoms of my tits and pushed them up so 
that most of my cleavage showed through the top of my 
shirt and I bent over slightly. "Do you like my tits?" 
I asked. Timmy's jaw dropped, and I could swear I saw 
some drool drip down the side of his lip. "Yes, they're 
very nice." "Do you think their firm enough?"

"Why are you asking me this?" He looked questionably. 
"I told you. I want a male opinion. If you want I could 
ask someone else."

"NO!" He almost shouted. "I'm sorry. I just thought it 
was a little personal? I mean?" I interrupted him. 
"Look Timmy, I'm female and I have boobs. There's no 
hiding that. You know that every guy looks at girls 
boobs and I just wanted to know if they liked what they 
saw. If you don't think you can be man enough to answer 
my questions I'll just ask someone else. God, your 
acting like such a wimp. I just thought you might be 
able to help me."

"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being asked questions 
like these. I'll help you."

How funny, I thought to myself. This little boy in 
front of me would probably do anything for me if it 
meant that I thought he was more of a man and less of a 
wimp. I had already manipulated his mind. Denise looked 
at me in disbelief. She couldn't believe how naive he 
was. He believed our sincerity. And the one thing he 
feared was for me to think he wasn't man enough to 
help.

"So your willing to help me?" I asked in reassurance. 
"Yes. I'll help you. If you really want me to" "Yes, I 
do" Turning to Denise, I continued, "Where was I 
again?"

"I believe you asked him if he thought you had firm 
tits." Denise replied.

"Oh yea, that's right. So Timmy, what do ya think?"

"They look firm." He managed to answer.

"How can you tell, you never touched them before." "I 
don't know, I can just tell. I guess, I don't know, 
it's embarrassing to say..."

"Just say it!" I interrupted him once more.

"Well I can tell because they're so round and they 
don't seem to sag." His face was now deep purple. I 
thought he was going to explode.

"Thank you Timmy. I glad you think I have nice boobs. I 
hope all the guys think the same way." He looked 
relieved to know he did something right. "I think you 
have a cute face." I lied.

"You do? Thanks."

"It's cute in a little boyish sort of way." He didn't 
know if I was making fun of him or complimenting him. 
Denise just laughed.

"What do you like best about me Timmy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, do you like my hair, face, boobs, legs. What's 
your favorite thing about me."

"I guess your butt. I like your butt best. I turned to 
Denise and she smiled back. "Did you hear that Denise?"

"Yeah, he likes your ass."

I looked at Timmy. He couldn't understand if he did 
anything wrong.

"How do you know if you like my ass if I've been 
sitting down the whole time? Unless, of course, you've 
checked me out in the past. Have you checked out my ass 
before?" "I... I guess so. I hope you're not mad."

He was so sad. I just wanted to crush him. Soon? "No, 
why should I be mad. I'm flattered." His eyes lit up 
and he felt confident once more. "So you like my ass. 
What do like about it. Do I wiggle it somehow while I 
walk or something?" "No, I just... I just like butts. 
And yours, well, it just looks nice."

"Maybe he's a fag." Denise blurted out.

Timmy quickly turned to her and wined, "No I'm not!"

"You only think of girls then." I said.

"Yes." He said defensively

"So you've been with only girls before?" I couldn't 
wait to hear his response to this one. I knew he must 
be a virgin. "I dated a girl named Kim for a few 
months."

"Yeah, but did you guys fuck?" Denise retorted.

Timmy sat in silence. I thought he might start to cry. 

"It's OK, Timmy. I don't think you're a fag." This 
seemed to bring his spirits back a little. "Did you 
sleep with Kim though?"

"Well, we fooled around some but no, I never slept with 
her."

"Who have you slept with?"

"That's none of your business." he replied. I must 
admit, I was shocked at his response. But I knew I 
could lie on the guilt trip. And I did.

"None of my business! I just told you my bra size! I 
let you look down my shirt! You can't even tell me who 
you've been with before! I thought we were having a 
good conversation. I was just beginning to like you. If 
you can't talk like a big boy, maybe you shouldn't be 
in high school. Let's go Denise."

"Wait!" He shouted. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to 
this. I didn't know people talked like this."

"What do you think people talk about in study hall... 
Homework?"

"It's just... It's just... I've never, you know, done 
it with anyone before.?

"You mean you're a virgin?" Denise replied.

"Wow, I'm sorry." I said. He looked so pathetic sitting 
there telling us everything, not even knowing how I 
truly felt. Not even knowing how far I planned on 
going. He was mine. He would be my toy. My play thing. 
My amusement. So gullible. So vulnerable. I couldn't 
wait to crush him. He was putty in my hands. I wondered 
how far I could go here in study hall. I decided I'd 
find out.

"I didn't realize there were still virgins left in this 
school." Denise replied.

"Well, that's because you've fucked everyone Denise." I 
snapped back jokingly. "You see Timmy, we make fun of 
each other all the time. It's no big deal." Denise gave 
me a glare. I'd apologize later for it. Timmy laughed. 
"So what do you do to get off," getting back to the 
subject, "do you masturbate?" Timmy's face was red 
again. "It's OK, you can tell me. It's no big deal." 
And I thought to myself, right it's probably not that 
big. "We're having a great conversation," I stressed 
again.

"Doesn't everybody masturbate?" He said rhetorically. 
"I don't," said Denise, "I don't need to, I have a 
boyfriend."

Timmy blushed even more. "So do you masturbate?" I 
continued.

"Yeah." He finally said reluctantly. "Do you?" I was 
almost surprised he asked me. "No, I think it's silly." 
I lied. Timmy swallowed hard. "How often do you whack 
off?" I said teasingly.

"I don't know. Maybe once a month" I could tell he was 
lying through his teeth.

"When you jack off, do you think of Jennifer's ass?" 

Denise sprang out laughing.

"Shut up." Tim said rather weakly. I began to think 
that he probably did think of me while he masturbated. 
I laughed at the thought. In his dreams.

"I'm curious Timmy, what size of shoe do you wear?"

"What size of shoe do I wear? Why?"

"Geeze... you know what my bra size is, I just wanted 
to know your shoe size."

"I wear a size 5 and half."

I almost died. "Damn, you have small feet."

"My boyfriend wears a size 12." Denise added. "You know 
what they say... "'Small feet, small dick.'"

I could tell Timmy was getting angry at Denise. "What's 
your problem?" He turned to her.

She looked at me and I stared back. "I have to go. I'll 
call you later Jennifer." And Denise got up and left. 
"Don't mind her," I said to Timmy, "It's her time of 
the month."

"So what are you doing this weekend?" I asked. 
Interested in what I was getting at, he replied, "I 
don't know yet. My parents are going away for the 
weekend." "Who's baby-sitting you?" I half-joked.

"You're joking, right?"

"Yes Timmy. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No."

"You mean your parents are leaving you all alone for 
the weekend? Aren't they afraid you'll throw a party or 
something?"

"They trust me."

"Man, if my parents left me alone for the weekend, I'd 
probably invite some guy over to stay with me. We'd 
have some fun all right." I waited to see if he had any 
balls what so ever.

"Well, ah... if you want to... you could come over 
sometime this weekend."

"Really. Wow, maybe I will. What did you have in mind?" 
"I don't know. we could order a pizza and watch some 
movies."

"Would you rent a porno-movie?"

"A porno-movie? Really? I guess so. I've never..."

"You never rented a porno-movie either!" I interrupted. 
"Rent one after school today. If I have a chance to 
come over I will and we'll watch it together."

"OK!" He said enthusiastically. "I can't believe you're 
coming over to my house."

"I may come over. If I have the time. You act like you 
never even had company before." He probably never had a 
girl over. "Well, I have to go now."

"All right. Thanks for the conversation."

I couldn't believe he was actually grateful. He didn't 
even realize how I just utterly humiliated him. But it 
was nowhere as bad as what I planned to do to him 
later. What a dork.

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Little Timmy" His smile 
disappeared when I said 'Little Timmy.' And I got up 
and walked away, all the while intentionally wiggling 
my ass as I left. I glanced over my shoulder briefly. 
Sure enough his eyes were fixed to my bottom. I 
couldn't wait 'till later. He had no idea what was 
about to happen to him.


PART II


I gathered what I need from home, told my parents I was 
staying at Denise's house, and headed for Timmy's. I 
thought about him on the way. I imagined him at the 
video store trying to rent a porno-video. I wondered if 
he even had his own account. I'd have to remember to 
ask him what happened.

I stopped by Denise's first. I apologized for my 
comment earlier but she didn't care. I told her what I 
planned on doing and she became excited.

"I can't believe you Jennifer!" She said.

"The kid's pathetic isn't he?"

"That's what makes it so great." She replied.

I looked in her mirror to examine myself. I had on a 
tight black T-shirt that showed off every curve and a 
loose flowing skirt that fell right above my knees. I 
twirled around and watch the skirt rise in the air, 
showing off my black panties. I felt myself already 
getting wet with anticipation. It was perfect.

"I'll call you later Denise."

"OK. Have fun."

"Oh, I will, don't worry about that... but I know a 
certain someone who won't." I giggled and Denise 
laughed. And I left.

I found Timmy's house OK and made sure there wasn't any 
cars in the driveway. "Good, his parents are gone." I 
said to myself. I walked up to the door and rang the 
doorbell. The door opened slowly.

"You're here!" Timmy shout out in surprise.

"Yeah, I decided to come over. Is that OK?"

"Yes, yes... come in."

Timmy had on a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. His 
hair was perfectly combed and parted on the side. He 
looked like a nerd. "Thanks Timmy." I entered. We 
walked into the family room and I sat on the couch by 
the TV.

"Can I take your bag?" he asked.

"No. I'll just leave it here." I didn't want him to see 
what was in it. Not just yet. I placed the bag next to 
the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

He was trying to be nice. How sweet. I felt like 
puking. "Sure, I'll have a beer."

"A beer?" He said hesitantly.

"Yeah, you got any beer?"

"Well, my dad has some Budweiser..."

"Great, I'll have one. In a glass too." I interrupted 
him and he reluctantly went to the kitchen to fetch it. 
I thought to myself: his father probably counted them 
before he left. Oh well.

"Should we order some pizza?" I yelled to him in the 
kitchen.

"OK. I'll call for some now."

I found the porno tape on top of the VCR. I was almost 
surprised that they let such a little boy rent it. I 
put the tape in and pushed 'PLAY'. Timmy returned after 
calling for pizza and handed me my glass of beer.

"I rented a porno like you told me to."

"Did you have any problems renting it?"

"No, why would I?"

"I thought maybe the people at the video store might 
expect you to rent a Disney movie or something." I 
laughed. 

The sound of the movie interrupted us. "It's about to 
start." I said. Timmy sat on the other side of the 
couch. I was hoping he wouldn't sit too close to me. I 
kicked off my shoes and socks, lifted my legs, and put 
my feet on his lap. I made sure the heels of my feet 
were on his crotch. My skirt hiked up a little and he 
could see my inner thigh. "Could you rub my feet?" I 
asked.

"Sure." He started to rub them and I quietly moaned. 

"Mmm... that feels good." I could feel his crotch stir 
and shifted slightly. I moved my feet back into 
position. 

"Keep rubbing."

The movie started. It was a typical porno-flick and we 
were now watching some ugly looking guy fucking some 
bimbo with over sized boobs. Definitely implants. I 
could tell Timmy hadn't seen much of this kind of movie 
before. I looked at the man of screen. He had an 
average size cock, it wasn't small, rather on the 
larger scale. "He has a nice cock, doesn't he Timmy?" I 
couldn't wait to hear what he'd say. "Ah? I guess so."

I continued to watch as Timmy rubbed my feet. The man 
of screen started to go down on the bimbo. 

"Oooh? I like it when a man uses his mouth to please 
me. Have you ever used your mouth to please a girl 
Timmy?" I could feel his small bulge in his pants. "The 
truth Timmy." I added before he had a chance to answer.

"Not like that? no."

"I think it's the best, probably better than 
intercourse. I just love it when a man uses his mouth 
to please me. Would you ever use your mouth to please a 
girl?"

"If she wanted me too, definitely."

"Oooh good." His eyes widened as he tried to 
contemplate what I had meant by these words. "Now, 
you're not one of those guys who only like to receive 
pleasure and not give it, are you?"

"Oh no. I'd feel better knowing that the girl received 
pleasure. My main concern is giving pleasure to the 
girl, not myself."

It was a typical response by a guy who wanted to get it 
on with you but it was what I needed to hear. The video 
was still playing, and the man on the screen was 
fucking the bimbo again. "His cock is kind of nice, 
isn't it Timmy?" "It's big." He replied.

It was on the larger size but? "It's not big!" I 
shouted back.

"What?" Timmy said.

"It's nice, but it's kind of small. Wouldn't you say he 
was small?" Timmy didn't know what to say. I knew he 
wasn't very endowed, especially with only a shoe size 
of 5 and a half. His face blushed again and he stopped 
rubbing. "Keep rubbing, that feels good."

"I'm sorry, my hands are getting tired."

"Well, if you're not going to rub them, would you suck 
my toes?" I asked not knowing how he'd react.

"Excuse me?" He said in disbelief.

"What, you never sucked on girls toes before? I love it 
when a guy sucks on my toes!" I had said just the right 
thing.

"If you really want me to, I guess I will. You really 
like it?"

"Yeah? I love it." With that Timmy lifted one a my feet 
and gently placed his mouth over my big toe and started 
to suck. At first I noticed him frown from the initial 
stale taste, and this made it even better for me. 
"Thanks Timmy, that feels gooood."

I made him suck every toe at least twice. At one time I 
even had him lick the bottoms of my feet. He was so 
pathetic. I had him right where I wanted him. All the 
while we watched the Porno-movie and then we were 
interrupted by the doorbell. "That must be the pizza," 
Timmy mumbled, one of my toes half in his mouth. I 
lifted my leg and kicked it out, pushing with my toe in 
his mouth, causing him to fall backwards.

"Oww!" He yelled.

"Better go get it," I simply said. I looked through the 
window beside the front door and noticed it was a 
delivery girl, probably a student from school. As Timmy 
went to answer the door, I turned up the TV so it was 
blaring. And then I crouched down behind the couch. 
When the door opened, Timmy recognized Liz, a junior at 
our school. The porno-movie continued to play and the 
moans of the actors blared across the room. Timmy 
turned around and Liz looked past him. A perfect view 
of the television.

"Oh my god. What the hell are you watching. That's 
disgusting, I'm getting out of here."

"Wait!" Timmy pleaded. "There's been a mistake, you 
see?" "Here's your pizza. I don't even want your money? 
pervert."

"But I'm with somebody." Timmy cried in desperation to 
hang on to some ounce of dignity.

"Yeah right. You were probably hoping I'd come in. In 
your dreams buddy." Liz turned and hurried to her car. 
"You got it all wrong?" But Liz was already to her car. 
I turned down the TV as Timmy returned with our "free" 
pizza. "Why did you turn it up so loud? and where did 
you go?"

"I was looking for the bathroom," I lied, "and the 
remote control must have fallen on the ground and made 
it louder some how. What happened? You look mad."

"Never mind. I'm fine. Just a little confused maybe." 

He looked irritated. It made me happy.

"I hope your not mad at anything I did. I was just 
starting to enjoy myself. In fact, I hope we can have a 
lot more fun tonight? we have the whole weekend in 
front of us!" Timmy looked up in shock. "Are you going 
to stay here all night?"

"I was going to spend the night with you, if that's 
OK." "Wow, I mean, yea! That would be great." I had 
restored his confidence again. It was going to be a 
long night? at least for him. It was time to take the 
next step. "What should we do after we eat Timmy?"

"I don't know. It's up to you. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

"Sure."

"Then would you do something for me. There's this thing 
I like when guys do it for me."

"What is it?" Timmy asked it anticipation."

"Would you masturbate in front of me?"


PART III


"You want me to what?" he exclaimed.

"You heard me."

"I don't know Jennifer. I don't know if I can do that."

"I'd like to watch you masturbate before I fuck you."

"Before you fuck me?"

"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Ah, yeah. I'd love it. I just can't believe it. I 
can't believe this is happening."

"Go ahead Timmy. I want to see you. Take off your 
clothes. This porno's getting boring. It's time for the 
real thing."

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Timmy said as he 
started unbuttoning his shirt. "Aren't you going to get 
undressed as well?" Tim questioned.

"You want me naked?" I asked back.

"You're so beautiful, of course I do."

"That's sweet of you to say that. First I want you to 
masturbate while I watch, and then I'll take my clothes 
off, and I'll masturbate for you. Finally, would you do 
one more thing for me before we fuck?"

Timmy swallowed hard listening to me saying this. He'd 
unbuttoned all of his buttons and was about to take off 
his shirt. "Anything. What did you have in mind?"

"Would you please me with your mouth before I fuck you. 
I want you to pleasure me using your mouth. Would you 
do that for me?" I gave him the puppy dog eyes for an 
over-exaggerated boost.

"There's nothing in world more that I want than to know 
that I am pleasuring you."

I smiled. Just the answer I was looking for. Of course, 
he didn't know what he was getting himself into. He 
removed his shirt and exposed his boyish chest. "OK 
Timmy, now for the part I've been waiting for." And I 
looked at his pants.

"Can you call me Tim from now on. When you call me 
Timmy, it makes me feel..."

"Timmy, just take your pants off, you're going to spoil 
my mood!" With that Timmy started to unbutton his 
jeans. I sat on the couch and waited. "Go on." I said 
reasserting him.

Timmy fumbled with his zipper and finally pulled it 
down. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. I sat back 
on the couch comfortably and watched. Timmy slowly 
pulled down his pants to reveal a pair of white boxers 
with blue stripes. Poking the fabric out, was his 
boyhood. One by one he stepped out of his pants and 
tossed them aside. Timmy was now red in the face and 
shaking all over. He was nervous. And this excited me 
even more. 

I pointed to his boxers and drew my hand down. "Time to 
show me that little thing you got hiding under there." 
Timmy didn't know what to think. How could I say such 
cruel things, but at the same time, give him the best 
gift he could receive? the loss of his virginity. Of 
course, I was thinking something different. "Go ahead 
Timmy."

Slowly, very slowly, Timmy edged his elastic down. 
Finally he pulled his boxers up and over his boyhood 
and down to his ankles. And I stared in disbelief. I 
couldn't believe just how small it was. I 
uncontrollably coughed up a laugh. Thankfully he didn't 
notice. His dick sprang up hard, exposing itself to a 
woman for the first time.

He started to move toward the couch. "Stop. I want you 
to do it on the floor in front of me." I commanded. "On 
the floor?"

"Yeah, eventually that's where I'm going to fuck you." 
Envisioning his near future prompted him to obey, and 
he lay down on the floor in front of me.

"OK Timmy, show me how you whack off every night." 
Timmy frowned at the 'every night' bit but before he 
could say a word I spread my legs slightly and exposed 
a bit of my panties and he looked up my skirt. I arched 
by back up, pushing by breasts out against the fabric 
of my already tight T-shirt.

"God, you're gorgeous. I can't wait until you're 
naked," he replied. 

"I will be soon," I said, "I promise." And with that 
promise he started to masturbate.

I watched him in delight and I thought to myself how 
naïve he was. What a fool. How gullible. I amused 
myself more by looking at his boyhood. I guessed there 
were 10 year olds with bigger cocks than his. He had a 
small patch of curly pubic hair, some under his 
armpits, but that was all. The rest of him was 
hairless. Except, of course, his perfectly parted hair 
on his head. He hardly had any muscle. 

I could break him in two, if I wanted. It didn't take 
long for him to approach orgasm. I knew it wouldn't. It 
was time to act. It was time to take the next step. A 
leap indeed?


PART IV


I quickly pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from my bag 
without him noticing. "I want you to cum on your chest. 
All over your chest." Timmy was moaning with pleasure. 
And then he erupted. Small streams of cum shot out and 
dumped all over his lower stomach. At the height of his 
orgasm I sprang up and landed with my knees on either 
side of his head and sat on his upper chest. 

I grabbed one arm and slapped the handcuffs on 
attaching the other end to a section of the 
entertainment center. Before he could recover from his 
orgasm, before he could react to my pinning, and before 
he knew what was going on, I had fastened the second 
pair of handcuffs to the other arm, attaching that to 
another section of the entertainment center. He was 
trapped, and he was mine to do with as I please.

"What are you doing!" he screamed.

I walked back to my bag and got out a pair of ankle 
cuffs. When I reached for his legs, he started kicking. 
I attached the cuffs to his ankles and put the other 
ends on the couch legs. He was now spread eagle.

"What are you doing! Is this a joke!" He continued to 
scream.

"Shut up you idiot!" I yelled back.

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can." I simply replied.

He was about to start screaming when I reached into my 
bag and pulled out some hedge clippers. "You see 
these!" I screamed, "If you even make one little scream 
I will take these and cut off that little pathetic 
thing you call your dick!" And for effect, I placed the 
blade of the clippers against his cock.

"OK. I won't scream. Just tell me why you're doing this 
to me."

"I'm doing this because I want to and because I can. 
Did you really think that I would like a little boy 
like you? You are the most gullible person I know. I 
mean look at you. I only date men. You wish you could 
be as manly enough to date me. Look at that little 
thing between your legs. Denise was right, 'Small feet, 
small dick.' You don't realize just how much I had to 
stop myself from laughing my ass off. I nearly choked 
when you pulled down your underwear. I knew it would be 
small, but I didn't think it would be that tiny.

"Fuck you!" Timmy cried out. Tears started flowing out. 
I stood over him. One leg on either side. "Poor, poor 
baby. It will be OK." I stood over his face and he 
looked straight up. I moved so when he looked up, he 
couldn't help looking up my skirt. I crouched down and 
my skirt surrounded his head. My panties were just 
inches away from his face. I imagined all he could see 
were my soaked panties, so close to him, yet so far. 
While crouched I stroked his hair. "It's OK Timmy. 
Don't cry. It's OK." I continued while he whimpered. I 
could feel his breath on my crotch and I became wetter. 
I could smell my juices coming from under my skirt and 
I imagined that's all he could breathe in.

I finally got up and looked down at my victim as he 
finally sucked down some fresher air.

"I'm sorry for doing whatever I did to you. Please, 
just let me go."

His penis was still soft and the cum on his stomach 
began to run down his side. "You liked sucking my toes, 
didn't you Tim?" He didn't answer. "I liked it too." I 
caught some of his goo with my toes and moved my foot 
over his lips. "That's disgusting. Get that away from 
me! Yuck." "But you like sucking on my toes." And I 
smeared my foot all over his lips and forced my foot 
in. 

He almost gagged and tried to bite me to no avail. 
"Timmy, I have complete control over you. If you don't 
do what I want, I'll simply take your manhood away. And 
don't think that I won't. Just one simple clip? and 
it's gone. You'll spend your whole life wondering what 
it would have been like to have sex, you'll miss 
whacking it off every night? And, you'd be peeing out 
of a tube. Timmy started to really cry. Tears were 
running down his face and onto the floor.

I walk away to find his parents room. When I came back, 
I had a pair of his mothers' panties and I used them to 
clean the rest of the cum off his stomach. I decided to 
put his mothers' panties back in her drawer, without 
him knowing, for her to find later. When I came back, 
Timmy was still crying.

"I can't believe I trusted you. You're such a bitch. 
You're a liar. You're?"

"I didn't lie!" I yelled out. Everything I said, I'm 
going to do." I reached into my bag and pulled out a 
blind fold.

"What is that?" Timmy said, wondering what was going to 
happen next.

This is something you're going to have to wear for me. 
I went over to him and sat right down on his chest, my 
knees in the air, my skirt raised up exposing my 
panties again. I took his head in my hands and slipped 
the blind fold over his eyes. "You could see my 
panties, couldn't you... well, not anymore."

"I can't see. Stop. I don't like this. Please don't do 
this to me. Let me go. Please!"

I laughed. "I don't think so Timmy." I stood up over 
his body again. "Remember when I told you I was going 
to take my clothes off after you masturbated." No 
response. "I told you I didn't lie. I'm taking them off 
now. I pulled my skirt down and they fell down to 
Timmy's stomach. I stepped out of it and kicked it 
away. "There goes my skirt? now for my shirt. I lifted 
my shirt off and dropped it on Timmy's penis. "I'm 
unsnapping my bra now." 

I unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms. My breasts 
sprung free into the air. I took a moment to admire 
them. "You're right Timmy. You should see them now? 
they are big and firm." With that I threw my bra down 
upon his face. "There's my 36C for you. Only my panties 
left." I gently pulled down my soaked panties and let 
them drop to his chest. I stepped out of them and stood 
before him.

"I told you I would be naked. Bet you wish you could 
see me now. Bet you never thought you'd be this close 
to me naked yet so far. Do you want me to take the 
blind fold off so you can see me." Timmy started crying 
again. "I take it that's a no. Oh well, I wouldn't have 
anyway." I laughed. 

I grabbed my panties and crouched down over his body 
again. I knelt on the ground, one knee on either side 
of him and bent over so my tits were just above his 
face. I whispered into his ear. "My tits, the ones 
you're always staring at, they're right above your face 
now. Don't you wish that blind fold wasn't on. Don't 
you wish you weren't tied down." I gently brushed my 
mounds over his face and he shivered. I looked down at 
his cock and noticed it start to quiver. I picked up my 
shirt and threw it aside. "It looks like that tiny 
thing of yours is waking up again. Looks like Timmy is 
getting turned on by me being naked."

"Please stop. Please. I'm begging you." Timmy continued 
to cry.

"But I said I was going to masturbate for you. And I 
hope you didn't forget that I was going to fuck you. 
Tell me you didn't forget."

"Look, I'll fuck you if you want me too. That would be 
great, just let me go, please."

"You just don't get it, do you Timmy."

I then lowered my hips and straddled his chest and 
began to rub my sex all over his torso. I knew he could 
feel how wet I was already. I rubbed all around, up and 
down. I started to moan. I increased my speed and moved 
farther up his body. I moved up and down the length of 
his torso, sometimes moving close to his cock, just 
enough to tease him. I crawled up his body, dragging my 
sex and reached his neck and chin. I continued to 
thrust back and forth. I started to scream in ecstasy, 
drowning out any sobs emanating from him. And I came. 
Juices dripped from my crotch and onto his body. 
Timmy's cock was hard and a little ejaculate seeped 
out. But he continued to cry. "That felt wonderful 
Timmy." I reached for my duffel bag.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough. So far I kept my 
promises. Here I am without any clothes and I just 
masturbated for you. Remember what you promised to do 
for me after I masturbated."

"You mean?"

"Yep. You promised to please me with your mouth and I 
intend to hold you to that promise." I reached into my 
bag and pulled out the evil contraption. "Are you 
ready?" I asked. "Open wide."

The contraption was quite crude indeed. It was a sort 
of a double sided dildo. One end was shorter than the 
other. In the middle there was a buckle attached. When 
I applied downward pressure to the longer end, the 
shorter would push out from the middle, buckle area, 
increasing the length of that end. It was quite unique, 
and I guessed it must have a spring mechanism inside 
it. I couldn't wait to use it. "Come on Timmy, open 
wide for me. I want you to please me with your mouth."

Timmy hesitantly opened his mouth slowly. He was blind 
still, and this caused him to tense up. He gently 
lifted his tongue in anticipation for what he thought 
was about to come. I could only imagine him thinking he 
was about to eat me out. He probably thought he would 
do the best job he could to try to win back whatever 
dignity he still had. He was wrong.

I smiled to myself as I looked at my helpless victim. 
"A little wider." I moved the contraption over his 
mouth and waited for him to open wider. He looked like 
he was waiting for the dentist; he practically said 
"Ahh."

It was time. I quickly pushed the shorter end on the 
contraption into his mouth. Timmy instinctively closed 
it in defense but it was too late. All he could do is 
suck on the latex that covered the device. I took the 
buckles and wrapped them around his head, fastening the 
ends on the other side very tightly.

I stood up and looked down at Timmy. I started 
laughing. He looked so funny the dildo device 
protruding from his mouth, strapped tightly to his 
face. I admired my work. All I could hear were Timmy's 
muffled screams through the contraption. "Calm down 
Timmy, calm down." I said, "Or you won't be able to 
breathe." It was then I noticed that the middle part of 
the device, which parted his lips had two holes in them 
to his mouth. Breathing holes I imagined, right on the 
sides of his mouth. I waited for Timmy to settle down.

Finally, after Timmy became used to the foreign object 
shoved in his mouth, I continued. "You should see 
yourself Little Timmy. Did you think that I might 
actually let you touch my cunt with your mouth? Silly 
little boy. You wouldn't have done much good anyway. 
But I told you that I'd let you please me with your 
mouth? and you will, you see, you have this long, 
smooth cock protruding from your mouth. And you know 
what I'm going to do. I'm going to mount your face and 
fuck it! See, I told you that you would be able to 
please me with your mouth. And I told you that I would 
FUCK YOU also!" I laughed. 

"And you will feel it. You'll definitely feel it. You 
see, each time I thrust harder on that little, innocent 
face of yours, the deeper the other end, that's in your 
mouth, will go. It will be like sucking a cock. And 
I'll know that the more pleasure I receive, the more 
agony you'll get. And I'm going to fuck your face hard. 
I'm going to cum so strong, and you'll know. Oh? and if 
you feel mad because you thought you might be able to 
taste my juices, maybe you'll be lucky and some will 
drip down into the holes on the side, into your mouth. 
I'm sure it will taste really good." With that I stood 
over his head and crouched down. 

"MMMM? HHMmmm?" Timmy muffled as he thrashed his head 
back and forth.

"Shhh Timmy. You should be happy, even grateful. Let's 
see, wasn't it you who told me? what were the exact 
words??:

'There's nothing in the world more that I want than to 
know that I am pleasuring you.'

Yeah, that's it. So you should be happy because that's 
what you're going to do. Your going to pleasure me. Of 
course, you're not going to get much out of it. Oh 
well." I snickered.

I grabbed his stupid hair, a handful in each hand, and 
steadied his head. "Be still, I'm about to fuck you." I 
opened my legs and lowered myself until I felt the tip 
of the cock on my crotch. "I bet you would love to see 
me now." I squeezed the clumps of hair even harder and 
Timmy tensed up and became still. I lowered myself 
more, feeling the device fill me. A chill ran through 
my body as I felt the pleasure and I could not help let 
out a moan. I lowered myself more until I took the full 
cock in me. 

I sat on his face, impaled by the object in his mouth, 
my extremely wet pussy resting on his lips. I sat there 
for a minute looking at Timmy struggle under me. It 
must have been hard for him to breathe but I didn't 
care. Juices dripped down into his mouth and this 
excited me even more. "You wish you could be licking me 
don't you?" I asked knowing he couldn't answer. "Oh, I 
forgot, you can't really talk right now can you?"

I started to move up and down slowly. Little by little 
I became faster until a was thrusting and thrashing 
about. I could hear Timmy gag every time I thrust down 
onto his face. I could only imagine the dildo inside 
his mouth sliding in and out. And I fucked him more. I 
bucked wildly upon him like I had never done before. I 
came and came but continued to fuck his mouth. I let go 
of his hair and freed my hands of his head. 

I stretched my arms into the air and danced upon his 
face. I felt another orgasm coming and I danced and 
danced. I moaned and screamed as I came and finally 
collapsed on Timmy's face. I sat, impaled on the 
contraption, and rested. I looked down at Timmy and 
noticed a tear drip down from under his blindfold. He 
was motionless. I slid off the dildo and I removed the 
contraption from his face. He still didn't move or 
speak but he was still breathing. I guessed he lost 
consciousness.

I got dressed again and decided to remove Timmy's 
blindfold. I reached into my bag once more and pulled 
out some pins and ink. I examined Timmy's body again. 
His penis had gone limp and was once again puny. I went 
to work above his crotch and left my mark. 

When he regained consciousness again he'd feel a little 
pain where I tattooed him but it wouldn't be until I 
unbound him that he would know and see the words 
emblazoned just above, and to the right, of his cock. I 
had engraved 'Tiny Tim' with a small arrow pointing to 
his not so endowed member. I decided to leave him on 
the floor and left in search for a bed. I found Timmy's 
bedroom and crashed in his bed. I slept soundly.


PART V


I awoke in the morning and returned to Timmy who was 
finally awake. I looked at the damp spot on the floor 
around his ass. "Oh? did little Timmy need to use the 
potty this morning?"

"You bitch. How could you do this to me? This is so 
humiliating. I hate you!"

"You know Timmy, I don't feel like listening to you 
ramble on this morning." With that I reached down under 
my skirt and pulled down my panties. They're still wet 
from last night." I bent down over Timmy and looked at 
him in the eyes. "This should shut you up." His eyes 
looked back at me pleadingly but I felt little 
sympathy.

"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

I laughed while I stuffed the panties into his mouth. I 
took some tape out of my bag and wrapped it around his 
mouth. 

I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Hhhheeelmmmp!!!" Timmy tried to yell.

"Looks like we have company. You can stop trying to 
yell for help. I'm expecting them. Anyway, if you did 
yell, remember, I'll give you something to really yell 
about when I go to snip off that useless thing you got 
down there." Timmy looked at me in shook. Who could be 
at the door he probably thought.

I left him to answer the door. "Hello Denise, hi ya 
Greg. Come on in. You're just in time." Denise and her 
boyfriend Greg stepped into the house and immediately 
noticed Timmy. Denise ran over to him.

"Wow, you really did a number on him. Did you do 
everything you told me you'd do to him?"

"Oh yeah." I replied. "It was wonderful."

Greg walked over to her. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, 
"That guy really has a small dick."

"I told you he would." Denise gestured toward me and 
laughed. 

They both found the tattoo and laughed even more, Timmy 
oblivious to the cause. I decided to introduce Timmy to 
Greg. "Greg this is Tiny Tim, Timmy this is Greg, 
Denise's boyfriend. I believe you already know Denise." 
We all talked for a while and continued to tease Timmy.

"So where is there an empty room so Greg and I can have 
some privacy." Denise asked me.

I pointed to the Master bedroom which was right next to 
the family room.

"All right, let's go Greg." Denise turned to Timmy, 
"Thanks for the use of your parents room. It's better 
than having to pay for a hotel room." She laughed as 
she and Greg started to walk away.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said and grabbed my bag 
and headed for Timmy's bathroom.

Timmy lay bound on the floor and heard the noise of the 
shower turn on. Even though he despised her, he 
couldn't help but imagine Jennifer naked and in his 
shower. And Greg and Denise, what were they going to do 
in his parent bedroom? He started to cry a little. And 
then he heard the sound of soft moaning. It became 
louder and he could hear his parents bed creaking. He 
could hear it moving back and forth loudly against the 
wall. And even louder, he could hear Denise moaning 
with pleasure. 

They were fucking in his parents bed and he could hear 
every sound. Tim started crying more. He'd wished that 
it was he in that bedroom. He wanted so much to lose 
his virginity this weekend. He thought he would. But he 
lay bound to his own floor, completely humiliated and 
degraded. It sounded like Denise was getting the 
fucking of a life time. And he couldn't help but envy 
Greg. He felt his cock harden as he listened to their 
sounds. He couldn't help himself.

The moaning finally stopped and he heard footsteps 
returning. He look over toward the steps as much as he 
could. He saw Denise, wrapped in his parents sheet like 
it was a robe. Next to her was Greg. He was carrying 
his clothes in his hands. He was completely naked. His 
arm was around Denise and they walked toward the front 
door. They acted as though Tim wasn't even there.

"I wish I could stay longer baby, but I have practice." 

He spoke to Denise.

"I know. It's OK. We'll get together later."

Greg started to put his clothes back on when Tim 
noticed Greg's cock. It was huge, at least five times 
bigger than his own. Greg finished dressing and planted 
a big kiss on Denise's mouth and left. Denise turned 
toward Tim and walked over.

Tim was still gagged with Jennifer's panties and his 
cock had remained hard.

"I take it seeing my boyfriend naked turned you on?" 
She looked down at him. "I bet you wish you had a mans 
cock like his. It feels so good in me. I doubt I yours 
would do any good." Denise stepped over Tim's body so 
one foot was on each side. Tim looked up at the girl 
wrapped in the sheet.

"We just fucked like you could never believe or ever 
do. I had three orgasms before Greg came in me. But now 
I have all his come in me. I want you to clean me Tiny 
Tim!"

Timmy looked in shock once more and started to cry 
again.

"Shut up. You need to learn that this is all your good 
for. At least to me you're only good for cleaning my 
boyfriends gooey cum out of me. Oh? and if you do 
anything I don't like. I'll kill you. As simple as 
that. And don't think I'm bluffing. You wouldn't be the 
first person I killed!" Denise looked down at Timmy 
with a scowl. She reached down and ripped the tape off 
his face with one swipe and removed her friends 
underwear. "Stick your tongue out NOW!"

Timmy reluctantly opened his mouth and stuck out his 
tongue fearing what could happen. Denise crouched down, 
the sheet she wore draped over Timmy's body. His head 
found his way under the sheet into the darkness 
beneath. And Denise lowered her body down upon his 
face. Timmy's tongue found her hole and slipped in. 
Denise sat on Timmy's face with all of her weight 
nearly crushing him. She turned on the TV in front of 
her and started watching.

"Now slurp it all up asshole. I want to feel your 
tongue working inside me. It better be clean after I'm 
done with you or else." Denise continued to watch TV as 
Timmy used his tongue on a girl for his first time. 
Little did he know that his first time would be to eat 
the cum of another guy out of this domineering woman on 
top of him. He could not see a thing under the sheet 
and might as well have had the blind fold on. 

All he could do is smell Denise's recently fucked cunt, 
taste the stale salting cum of her boyfriend, and feel 
the weight of Denise on top of his face. He couldn't 
even cry anymore. He was too defeated. He continued to 
work his tongue inside Denise as she watched 
Television. "I want to hear you slurping! That's the 
only way you'll get every ounce of my boyfriends cum 
out of me. And when he comes he comes a lot. But you 
probably noticed that by now.


PART VI


I felt clean again and returned to the family room 
where I found Denise sitting on Timmy's face watching 
TV. I decided to watch with her. After watching our 
program, which lasted a half an hour, Denise finally 
got up. Tim gasped for fresh air.

"You have some goo around your mouth. Better lick it 
off." Denise commanded.

She was more forceful than me.

"He's good at cleaning up my boyfriends cum Jennifer."

"At least he's good at something." I replied.

I looked down at Timmy again and spoke to him. "I feel 
I should give you some kind of reward." I looked at 
Denise. "Don't you think so? What was it you really 
liked about me again Timmy?"

Timmy hardly could speak. "I don't like anything about 
you."

"No, I remember," Denise said, "he liked your ass."

"That's right Denise. He liked my ass." Turning to 
Timmy again, I continued. "I'm going to reward you 
Timmy. Since you said you liked my ass so much? I'm 
going to give it to you." I had put on jeans after my 
shower but decided to forgo the underwear. 

I turned my back to Timmy and started to undo the 
button on my jeans. "OK Timmy. I want you to do 
everything you just did to Denise, but to me. The only 
difference is, since you have been such a good little 
boy, You're going to do it to my ass. Aren't you happy, 
you get to see and touch my ass." With that I lowered 
my pants and stepped out of them. Timmy's eyes bulged 
out at the site on my perfectly round butt. I started 
to back up as to not let him have the pleasure of 
seeing the front of me.

As much as it excited Timmy to see my ass, he couldn't 
bear to think of the disgusting act he was about to be 
forced to do. "Please don't. Just this one thing 
please. I can't do it. It's disgusting. I can't 
imagine." He begged.

"You won't have to imagine much longer." Denise said as 
she looked on.

I stepped over his body backward and got into position 
over his head. "Open wide Timmy." I lowered by body on 
top of his face and crouched down above his mouth. I 
sat down on his mouth, my asshole spread across his 
lips. I reached for his cock and squeezed tightly. 
Timmy yelped in pain. He knew he had to do it or face 
the consequences. And he shamefully inserted his tongue 
into my asshole. I wiggled around for a while. "Keep 
licking it Little Timmy? keep licking."

As he moved his tongue around my orifice I warned him 
of what would happen if he told any one about what had 
transpired. "Trust me Timmy. I will not only kill you, 
I will torture you until you beg me to kill you. You've 
seen what I'm capable of. Don't make me show you more." 
With that, I sat down on his mouth with all of my 
weight. His mouth and nose were buried in my ass and he 
could not breathe. He started to convulse as he tried 
to find a breath, and the bucking only pleasured me 
more. As he kicked uncontrollably, I came over and over 
again until he stopped. He was unconscious again, still 
alive.

Denise and I removed his bonds and collected our 
things. We decided to leave one last memento. We 
crouched over his naked, abused body and squatted down. 
We peed all over his body and face as he lay 
unconscious.

"How will he explain to his parents how the floor got 
soiled?" Denise asked.

"Maybe he'll blame it on the dog." I replied.

"I don't think he has a dog."

"Oh well. He'll think of something."

We left Timmy's house and I thought. I thought about 
him waking up to the smell of urine, his body soar all 
over. I thought about him going to his bathroom to take 
a shower and looking in the mirror. And he would see 
it. The one thing that will always remind him of me. 
The one thing that will always remind him that he could 
never me a real man. He would see the tattoo that 
simply read: TINY TIM.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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