The Isle of Peternia

- Unknown - possibly Jackbro, MisterStarkers, PeregrineF

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- Chapter 1

	Neal Garrett awoke under his thin bed sheet naked and hard, then cursed as he realized he would be spending much of the day that way, simply for being a male living in Peternia.

	The tiny island nation of Peternia had recently broken with the most of human history by becoming an openly female led society. Like all other lands, men had originally held all the positions of power and money, until they embarked on their last and silliest war. Whether all men of Peternia had eagerly participated or simply followed the leadership of a few macho bigmouths, all men came to be blamed.

	As usual, the war was pointless and seemingly endless. When the voting public (now overwhelmingly women, since most men were occupying the trenches) had finally gotten fed up, a new regime swept into power. Women senators, mayors and even President. They snapped off a peace treaty, and the weary men marched home to a changed land.

	A point most soldiers realized the day of their Army check-out physical, when the first woman most had seen in years was an elegant blonde ordering them to strip for examination, and requesting another doctor only got them a brunette, or a redhead, or an Asian, none of which had any problem closing their French-manicured nails around a man's jewels with a smile and asking him to cough.

	Or when they interviewed for their first civilian job, sweating and trying desperately to ignore the short skirts, tan legs, and dangling high heels of everyone in the office, and wondering how they could ever concentrate well enough rise out of the mail room when they got pinched in the butt five times a day and even the CEO of the company could make them tent their khakis!

	Or when they visited their first bar in years, had one too many, and were arrested by a surprisingly effective female cop, tried by a knockout DA, and sentenced to fully-nude public spankings by a stern grandmotherly judge who wouldn't tolerate any "public male rowdiness".

	Because, after years of men leaving the workforce to be all they could be, there weren't anything besides tough, capable, confident women in all levels of power. And few were eager to return to the ways of the past.

	This new understanding wasn't codified into law, but just became a widespread understanding among women that subtle steps to keep their men humble and controlled would be tolerated, even supported, as long as the man taming didn't become disruptive to others.

	What that meant to men was different in each family. In the conservative, wintry North, most women allowed their men to retain rights to their own clothes, sexual habits and privacy. And decency standards kept a check on the boldness of the women in public, work or school.

	But in the tropical and always scandalous South, there were rumors that some communities required all men nude all the time, and women stalked the streets in tiny bikinis, allowed to stroke or spank any males at a whim, delighted to see men spending their days with dripping purple erections and bursting blue balls. But these were just rumors, since so little news came from the South nowadays.

	And in the temperate middle of Peternia where Neal's family lived, the morals of the North and South mixed in equal measure, so that community standards were in flux, as people struggled to modernize their sense of "decency". Public life was usually like the North, but in private homes, each family's matriarch decided the status of her men. Unfortunately for Neal, this meant...

	"Wakey, wakey, big brother! Time for your morning checky!" his sister squealed, bouncing into his doorway. Neal groaned, because he knew what was coming, and because the way Nikki was dressed took his erection from merely hard to twitching.

	Before the war, he would have known checking out his sister was wrong. But she had been 12 and he 16 when his mother decided that it was time to train Nikki to "manage" Neal.

	Which meant he had to be naked whenever she commanded it. And could only orgasm if she gave him permission, which Nikki loved denying after their mother explained what 'blue balls' were. Neal still remembered the scene, the three of them eating dinner, him naked, Nikki in a summer dress and pigtails, kicking her legs back and forth excitedly under the table as their mother described how a man's suffering increased day after day if he wasn't allowed to release.

	And even though it was going to be his orgasms cut down from one a day to one whenever a precocious teen felt like it, Neal still remembered getting hard, painfully, uncontrollably hard, seeing the excited glint in Nikki's eyes as she looked at him during their mother's talk, her pre-teen smile getting wider and wider.

	The same smile that was keeping him hard right now, along with the way Nikki's tiny cotton panties and a half-tee showcased her coltish runner's legs and budding breasts, of which the 14-year-old was especially proud. She skipped over to his bedside, her long black hair flowing and her firm C-cups bouncing under her shirt.

	"No stains on the sheet, good good," she said, before ripping the bed sheet away to expose him. She met his eyes, then slowly looked over his lean body and hard penis before making eye contact again with a superior smile. "Awww, did my big bro wake up with morning wood again, mmmm?"

	Neal blushed and looked away. Two years ago, he was helping her build a tree fort, and now he had to endure this, from his little sister!

	"It must be tough to keep your hands off your pee-pee when you wake up all hard and horny," Nikki said, sitting on the bed and grabbing the base of his cock with a cool hand. She gave quick, firm pulses all the way up its length, each squeeze making the boy moan. Although their mother didn't technically condone it, Nikki had become expert in handling her brother's erection, keeping careful memory of techniques turned him on the most.

	"Although I'm only guessing," she said, continuing to pulse his cock as she spoke. "Because you know what I do when I wake up horny, big brother? I reach over to the nightstand, to that big bottle of baby oil I keep, and I rub some on my nipples, on my belly, on my legs, and on my... you know." Nikki giggled and Neal squirmed. He had suspected she had been discovering her body for a while, but this was the first time she had admitted it! To imagine her, wearing nothing but her perfect tan and baby oil, writhing on her bed, her little fingers exploring - Neal felt his balls contract and cried out in agony.

	"Nikki, please don't!"

	"Well, I thought you'd LIKE to hear it," she said. "Isn't that what boys like, to hear dirty stories about women?"

	"Not about my sister!"

	"Sure you don't," she replied, giving his now dripping penis one last, hard squeeze and smiling at him. "But I just wanted you to know, that I understand how hard it is for you to be good, and I'm so proud of you!" She lay by his side, her silky legs rubbing against his and her boobs mashed against his arm, so she could whisper in his ear. "I mean, I can't keep my hands off myself for one day, and you've had to do it for... how long?"

	"I don't know."

	She cupped his balls in a not-so-subtle threat and smiled. "Sure you do. Tell me."

	"A month!" he cried.

	Nikki tossed back her head and laughed. She used three fingers to give his balls steady light taps.

	"A month full of backed up spermies in here," she giggled, now tapping harder and more at random. "Is that the longest you've gone?"

	Neal's stomach clenched with each tap, fear of his mother's wrath battling with his caveman instinct to protect his exposed balls. He managed to stay basically still, as his mother's morning inspection rules required.

	"Yes! Nikki, please let me shoot!"

	She stopped tapping and returned to squeezing his penis. "Oh, I bet that'd feel real good, if I let you right now, shoot all over your chest and your arms and your face!" Nikki giggled at the visual of Neal, with his own white juices dripping from his face. She made a promise to herself to see it for real one day - and take a picture! "But my friend Sam is coming over tonight - don't you want to do it in front of her? That would be so much more fun!"

	"No!" Neal cried, as he always did when Nikki tried to make him ejaculate in front of her friends. For some reason, she wanted him to ask for it instead of just forcing him to, so Neal had been spared that ultimate humiliation thus far. But this time, it had been a month! And her hand felt so good! Maybe...

	"Too bad," Nikki said, releasing his penis and leaving him breathless on the verge of orgasm. "Because I would have totally let you if you had asked when Sam came over tonight. Oh well, maybe next week." She looked at her pre-cum coated hand. "Ick. Boy slime." Nikki reached for her own shirt, then had a better idea and wiped it all over Neal's face.

	"Nikki, sick!" he cried, but luckily caught himself before moving out of her hand's reach. That would have merited a spanking for sure.

	"You made it, I'm just giving it back!" she laughed, then admired her work. She reloaded from the tip of Neal's penis and dangled her fingers over Neal's lips, loving how her brother struggled to move yet not move as the clear drops slowly headed for his face. Plop, plop! Right on his lips! She wiped the rest of the pre-cum over his eyes and nose. Not as good as the real thing, she decided, but it would do for now.

	"Kids!" their mother cried from the kitchen. "Hurry! Bus in 20 minutes!"

	"Oh!" Nikki gasped. "That means we'll have to double up!"

	"No, not today, I can't take it...

	"You definitely need a shower, Stickyface, and I'm not missing mine - come on!"

	She grabbed his wrist, and thus the 18-year old Neal was dragged from his own room by his 14-year old sister half his size, his hard penis leading the way and his full, bouncing balls forcing him to walk bow-legged.

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	Most teen boys would have loved to share a steamy shower with the energetic nymph, but Neal would be frustrated by another of his mother's one-sided rules.

	Nikki turned on the shower, held her shirt hem with both hands ready to pull it off, then spun to face Neal. "Close your eyes!"

	Neal sighed and did, convinced he could hear each of her hard nipples popping free of the shirt, and her panties sliding down her legs. Nikki had undressed before the shut-eyed Neal so many times, he knew what every kind of cloth sliding over every part of her body sounded like. But not what that cloth covered.

	Because although his mother, sister, aunts, and any other female guest to his house had seen Neal naked in every possible situation, he had yet to see one woman that way. The female-led media of Peternia didn't allow it on TV or in magazines, and Neal's mother was very strict about female privacy.

	Although he could figure out basic shapes from the skimpy bikinis Nikki and her friends wore in the Summer, exact details of nipples and what was behind the panties he stared at were unknown to him. Which Nikki delighted in.

	"Come on in, big bro! Ooops, you almost ran into my no-touch zone!" she squealed, having directed the blind Neal there herself. "Naughty boy! I won't tell Mom this time!" She gave the red-faced boy three firm spanks on his butt.

	"Now, arms up while I wash you! I don't want any more accidents!"

	So Neal had to stand under the stream, arms straight up, while his sister soaped up his neck and chest, pinching his nipples, tickling his ribs or stroking his cock as she wished. Neal was whimpering with need after a few minutes, and the shower was only half over.

	"Turn!" Nikki commanded in her tiny, high pitched voice, and Neal did, facing away from her.

	"Bend!"

	Neal bent over at the waist, bracing himself against the far shower wall.

	"Short skirt, high heels, no bra, just right," he could hear Nikki sing, as she placed shampoo bottles and soap dishes on his flat back. He hated this latest pop song she had discovered, because of the refrain...

	"All the things I do to MAKE THE BOYS CRY," she squealed, lightly slapping his dangling nuts in time with each of the last four words.

	"Owww, damn it! Stop!" he begged, but didn't move his back an inch. He felt her pick her frilly shower loofa off his back and douse it with girly-smelling liquid soap. She made sure to 'accidentally' drip the thick liquid between his butt cheeks and over his asshole, and giggled as his sphincter clenched, as it always did.

	Nikki bent forward as she loofa-ed her back, and sang in his ears, "Bend over to tie my shoes, big boys are gonna lose! Because of all the things I do to..." Neal grit his teeth.

	"MAKE THE BOYS CRY!" Slap-slap-slap-slap!

	"Fuck!" After a month without release, Neal's balls were so full even the slaps from his tiny sister brought tears to his eyes. "Nikki, please, no more...

	He heard his sister giggle, then start humming the middle verses while dancing and soaping herself behind him. Every now and then she would reach underneath her human table and tickle his privates with the loofa, just to keep him squirming. As if the image of her inches behind him, wet and naked, soap dripping off her perky breasts as she bounced to a pop tune wasn't enough...

	Still humming, she rinsed off, then slid a slick thumb and forefinger around Neal's nutsack, pulling it backward between his legs into perfect slapping position.

	"Lift those weights, play sports allll rough," she sang, hamming up the last verse.

	"Nikki, no...

	"You're never going to be tough enough! Because I know EXACTLY HOW TO..." Neal was about to scream.

	"MAKE THE NEAL CRY!" she yelled, slapping with all her strength. But her four slaps landed on his wet buns, not balls. Despite the growing sting in his rear, Neal exhaled in relief.

	"Gotcha!" she giggled, dropping his balls. Nikki removed the shower bottles from his back, and turned off the water. "Now, towel!"

	He pulled a soft towel from the rack and handed it behind him. After drying herself, she threw it over Neal's head and jumped out of the shower.

	"Don't be late for the bus!" she laughed, running out of the bathroom. Neal ripped the covering from his head, but only caught a millisecond of her bare ass turning the corner before she was gone.

	He looked at the clock, cursed, tried to dry himself off with the damp towel and ran downstairs.

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	Still naked, Neal wolfed down the breakfast his mother had laid out, then presented himself next to the coat closet in the foyer.

	His mother, hair up and still wearing the sweatpants and shirt she had slept in, padded over with her keys, found the right one for the closet, and opened it.

	"Mom, you don't have to lock these up anymore," Neal complained, reaching in to get the only set of male clothes in the house, a polo shirt, pair of khaki shorts, socks and tennis shoes. "I'm not 10."

	"No, but you still are one shy little boy," she replied, tussling his hair while Neal tried to dress.

	"No I'm not!"

	"Oh?" she asked, then swung open the front door, so that anyone on the street could have seen him bare-assed, pants around his ankles.

	"Mom!" he yelped, jerking his pants up.

	She laughed. "I think I'll be needing this lock for a while. Now, be good at school. You've almost graduated, don't get in any trouble now."

	"I won't."

	"Damn, look at the time," Neal's mom said. "Nikki! Bus!"

	"Meeeeghhhan's driving meeee!" came the response from upstairs.

	"Whatever," the older woman sighed. "There's the cheesemobile, out you go."

	Neal marched out to get on the bus with all the freshmen and sophomores, one of the few seniors still riding.

	Halfway to school, still squirming on his seat because of the shower spanking, Neal was staring out the bus window as a red convertible Corvette screamed past them with the top down. Neal barely had time to see Nikki's friend Meghan driving and Nikki leaning into the front seat from the back, the wind whipping her short skirt up around her waist. Neal caught a brief glimpse of a pink thong stretched tight between perfect teenage asscheeks as the Corvette pulled out of sight.

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	School was school. Neal had actually come to enjoy it the last two years, an oasis from being stripped and teased by Nikki and his Mom. As a result, he excelled in all his classes, played sports all three seasons, and even joined Model UN and Debate Team. And besides the safety of the public setting, the scenery wasn't bad, either. But now that his sister ALSO went here...

	Neal was doing his usual morning routine, yakking with a few friends at his locker, sneaking glances at girls as they walked by. He whistled silently as Mandy Michels, the most perfect senior butt in school, strutted by in the most perfect hip-hugging jeans.

	Mandy stopped at her locker and Neal played his eyes up and down her jeans, always returning to her cute feet in open sandals. He had never told anyone, but although there were plenty of 9's walking the halls, Neal wouldn't rate a girl a 10 unless she had great feet. In fact, having cute feet, or even bare feet, boosted any women a few levels in Neal's book. He coughed nervously, glad that no one knew the REAL reason he loved the gymnastics module of gym class...

	But hello! Right past Mandy's great, curvy legs, Neal caught sight of two pairs of beautiful, bare, smooth legs, of two girls talking to each other. He didn't even look up to see where their skirts actually began, because beside their bare, toned, runners' legs, one girl wore the thinnest of open sandals and the other was completely barefoot!

	Neal gulped and felt himself popping wood right there in the hallway. Many girls wore less as summer approached, but the way these two were flaunting their lower charms was unparalleled. The one wearing sandals was standing on tiptoe, then rocking on her heels, everything she could do to make her feet explore the boundaries of her footwear. The barefoot girl had slipped out of her flip-flops and was rubbing one foot on top of the other in the most erotic way, like one foot giving the other a slow, deep massage!

	He drank in all the details of the scene. Their legs were thin, just becoming womanly - probably freshman. Good. And the way their tight calves bounced, runners. Better. Though too shy to be a ladies man, Neal hoped that maybe, just maybe, a senior athlete like him might have enough status to strike something up with these two impressionable young athletes. The barefoot girl wriggled her toes.

	It actually hurt looking at feet so sexy, Neal thought. What he wouldn't give to get on his knees and lick those toes, those arches, calves... Holy shit! The one in sandals was bending over! Still keeping one eye on the bare feet, Neal watched the other's skirt ride up, up, up to show him a... pink thong?

	Neal's breath caught in his throat and he coughed out loud, finally looking up at their faces. Shit - Nikki and her friend Sam! And now Nikki had heard the cough and was standing up, looking at him!

	With Sam still yipping in her ear, Neal saw Nikki give him and his tented pants a puzzled look, before looking herself and Sam over, noticing Sam's bare feet, and the direction he must have been staring. She raised her glance back up to Neal with a wicked smile.

	Frozen in place, Neal watched her put an arm around Sam's shoulder, angled her to face him, before cupping her hand over Sam's ear and whispering. Staring right at him, Neal saw Sam's eyes get wide as Nikki whispered, pointed at his boner and then her feet, before both girls started to laugh out loud!

	That broke Neal from his trance, and he tried twice to close his locker before finally slamming it and escaping down the hall, face burning. What if Nikki told her more? About how they lived, about all the showers, about how she spanked him naked over her lap his last birthday, about all the times he begged her to come!

	Sure that his life was over, Neal collapsed into his first period desk.

- Chapter 2

	The rest of the day went slow, and Neal didn't run across Nikki again, although Sam did smile at him when they passed once in the hall.

	After lunch, Neal found a scribbled note taped to his locker.

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	"Big bro-

	Ditch seventh period. Meghan's going to give Sam, me and you a ride home early so you can show us up close what you were trying to in the hall before!

	Nikki!"

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	"Hell to that," he muttered, crumpling up the note. And besides, seventh period for Neal was gym, with tens of bouncing, stretching, gym-shorted, female legs to admire up close and maybe, just maybe, if the other guys left the shower early, a chance to end a month of torment!

	Dressed in the gym shorts and shirt he was required to keep in the locker room, Neal jogged out to the soccer field and saw the usual: a group of girls standing and talking to each other about whatever girls always talked about, and a group of boys horsing around with the soccer balls, trying to kick them at each other's heads. But today, there was someone new.

	A blonde sitting on the grass field, apart from both groups, in a classic stretching V with her legs straight out. Neal watched as she grabbed her right foot with both hands, then pulled her head down until she was almost kissing her right knee! And then up, and to the other side!

	Watching this blonde put her athletic body into the deepest stretches with no effort at all, Neal could only think of one word: Grace. And when she stood up and flipped her short, straight hair away to reveal her face: Angel. And when she walked directly toward to him: Terror.

	"Hi there. I was wondering if you would tell me how this game goes," she said, giving Neal the most perfect, innocent smile he had ever seen.

	"Well, um, ahh, each team has 11 players, and ummm, you try to kick the ball in the goal, but you can't use your hands, see...

	"Yes, I know that part," she interrupted, frowning. "I meant, how seriously do you guys take it down here in the South? Should I be wearing shin guards?"

	"Oh, no," Neal laughed. "It's just gym class, we're just playing relaxed. I hope you didn't move all the way from the North just for better soccer competition."

	And then, wonder of all wonders, the Angel laughed at Neal's joke!

	"Sure I did," she said. "Don't you know what they say, that the farther South in Peternia a woman travels, the harder she's allowed to kick balls?"

	Neal stared at his perfect innocent angel, mouth agape.

	"I'm just kidding," she said, now blushing herself. "I'm sorry! It was just a joke! I mean, up North, they tell us all these stories about the South... look, my name's Jessica, I just moved here for my last two months of senior year because my mom got a new job. Could you please not tell anyone about what I just said? I don't want everyone thinking I'm some sort of sex freak or anything."

	Neal's mouth was still open, for a different reason. A beautiful girl was apologizing to him, and modest as well? He had to move up North!

	"Students!" the muscular female gym teacher yelled, blowing her whistle. "Line up in opposing teams on either side of center and we'll begin!"

	Neal looked down to see that the field's centerline passed directly between he and Jessica.

	"Well, I think I can keep quiet - just as long as you take it easy on me," he said, smiling and crouching where he stood, so that he would be a forward wing on one team.

	"I can try, but I'm not making any promises," she replied, crouching opposite him, so that she would become the forward wing on the other team.

	"I'm Neal, by the way."

	"Nice to meet you." They met eyes for a moment, then both blushed and looked away. The teacher blew her whistle and ball was in motion.

	The first few minutes were uneventful soccer-wise, as the ball stayed on the other side of the field and Neal and Jessica simply jogged up and down with the action. But they were action packed Neal-ogling-Jessica-wise, as he got completely lost in how effortless her running style and how liquid her direction changes were. It was like she had been practicing for years.

	And noticing her tight calves and jiggle-free thighs, he realized she probably HAD been on the soccer team at her old school!

	And it was while admiring her firm butt stretching her thin nylon shorts that Neal realized that 1) Jessica now had the ball and was taking it toward his own goal at a light three-quarters run, and that 2) he should probably do something and not stand there like a total spaz.

	Neal sprinted toward Jessica from the side and tried to slow and stop in front of her, to hopefully flirt a little more as he put up a token defense. Which would have worked if the grass wasn't slicker than he realized or if Neal had been wearing cleats.

	But in tennis shoes, what actually did happen was that Neal tried to stop, had his balance go out from under him, and slid feet first into the ball, knocking it away and tripping the smiling Jessica hard to the ground in the process.

	"Legal slide tackle, play on!" the gym teacher yelled to the teaMs "Good job Neal! Better stay awake, new girl!"

	Still lying on the ground in front of him, Jessica shot him a look.

	"I'm sorry!" Neal said, jumping up quickly. She refused his hand up and sprinted toward the action.

	"Fuck fuck fuck," he muttered, jogging after her.

	The next time Jessica got the ball, Neal saw a hard edge to her eyes. And even as he stood there, frozen, while she bore down on him, he noticed how she looked powerful yet delicately beautiful at the same time. He took a tentative step forward to challenge her, but when Jessica got within 5 feet, she executed a perfect spin move around him, staying between him and the ball, and fired it into the goal before he even could react.

	She didn't look back at him and just jogged back to her side. Neal was happy THAT was over, that now they were even. Until she did it again, the very next time she got the ball.

	"Ohhhhhhhh! Neal just got burned by new Blondie!" one of his team mates cried out. "Twice! Damn!"

	So when the next ball bounced into their area, Neal sprinted for it right away. Jessica beat him there by a hair, but a subtle bump of his hip against hers pushed the much lighter girl off line just enough for Neal to gain control.

	He charged flat out toward the other goal, angling his approach so that Jessica never had an opening to steal the ball, even though she stayed on his heels the whole time.

	A defending fullback came up to challenge him, and Neal fired a sharp crossing pass on the fly to his center, who headed the ball in for a goal. He heard Jessica curse under her breath and realized something had to be done.

	Trotting backwards towards his own side, Neal kept looking at Jessica to see if she would look up at him. When she finally did, Neal stuck his tongue out at her. He saw her almost break into a laugh before catching herself and reforming the "I'm Mia Hamm and I'm going to destroy you" face.

	Then came a corner kick at Neal's end of the field, and right before the ball was launched, he noticed a blonde shadow sliding up behind him. The ball went up, and as clear as day, Neal felt two hands firmly grab his butt and push him forward!

	The ball sailed right through the space where he had just stood, into Jessica's chest, from where she bumped it to the ground and fired another goal.

	Still feeling those fingers pinching his butt, Neal looked in shock at Jessica, as she trotted backwards to her side, now sticking her tongue out at him!

	Neal couldn't run down for the next corner kick fast enough, where he hovered 10 feet behind Jessica, praying the ball would fly their way. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do until the ball was heading right toward them. Then he raced up behind her and pinched both of her firm ass cheeks, right through her cool nylon shorts! Jessica squealed and jumped up, which was enough of an opening for Neal to score.

	Face to face for the next kickoff, she hissed, "Hey! YOU aren't supposed to touch ME!"

	"You started it," he said, smiling, and she finally grinned as well.

	They battled the rest of the game, bumping against the other at every chance, hands wandering a little more than technically necessary for efficient soccer. Until it was tied late in the period, when one of Jessica's teammates kicked a high, loping advance that caught Neal's team off guard.

	Jessica shot forward and got control of it, and Neal was the only one far enough back to have any chance of stopping her. He sprinted into position in front of her, she did her signature spin move again, but this time Neal advanced into her, tipping her off balance by basically pushing his penis right in the crack of her ass and his hands right on her shorts. She bucked back into his chest, he pushed forward into against what should have been a shoulder blade but only found air.

	As Neal fell forward, Jessica slipped like a ghost to the side, passed the ball right between his legs, took one step and fired a cannon into the upper corner as the gym teacher's whistle blew, ending the game.

	The other kids started shuffling towards the locker-rooms while Neal and Jessica both stood panting, hands on knees. She recovered first and, as Neal watched her approach, all he could think of was how good that ass had felt through those nylon shorts and how sexy she looked out of breath with a red flush over her pale cheeks and neck.

	"Good game," she said. "I usually only play that hard in a league game."

	"Yeah," Neal agreed, much more out of breath than her, but trying not to show it. "I've never played that hard before. I really enjoyed it."

	"It certainly looks that way," Jessica said, smiling, then jogging off towards the girls' locker-room.

	Huh, that's an odd thing to say to some - OH HOLY SHIT, Neal thought as he realized he had a full blown hard-on tenting out his shorts! He looked around in a panic, but it was a long, open walk to the lockers with no place to hide.

	"Neal! What are you still doing out here?" the gym teacher asked, picking the soccer ball out of the net. Even though she had bigger biceps than half the starting Varsity football team, unlike the rest of the gym teachers in the world, there was no doubting which team this one played for.

	Mrs Blather eyed the outline of his obvious, raging erection and licked her lips. "Why don't you go hit the showers?" she chuckled. "It looks like you need it!"

	Burning with embarrassment, Neal ran to the lockers, his hard dick swinging in his shorts the whole way.

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	Most of the boys were already in the showers when Neal slipped in, towel bunched around his now semi-hard member. He stared at the ground to avoid looking at the long line of naked dudes showering in the open and took a spot at the last showerhead in the corner.

	He put the water on lukewarm and sighed, glad he could finally get soft and lower his heart rate.

	"Oh my god, did you see that new blonde piece-of-fucking-ass out there today!" Bruce shouted, the highly muscled athlete's booming voice echoing like a cannon in the tiled shower room. Even though he was three showerheads down, Neal felt the floor shake as Bruce stamped the ground and cried, "Damn! Would I like to pound her Tight Northern Pussy!"

	"No, man," said Rodrigo, a tall, lean athlete showering next to Bruce. "Women from the North are expert cocksuckers! The best! Don't waste it on her pussy - go for her specialty!"

	The image of Jessica on her knees before him right now, sucking his cock, started to put steel back into Neal's boner. He turned the shower a little colder and tried to get the image out of his head, at least while all the other guys were around. Damn, why wouldn't they just leave him alone in here for 5 minutes!

	"You're crazy," Bruce replied. "Did you see her thin lips? No good for cock-sucking at all! But her ass - there's something a man could slide his dick in ALL NIGHT!"

	That did it - Neal was full hard again! Keeping his crotch toward the wall, he looked over his shoulder to see if Bruce and Rodrigo were in the same way, because then he wouldn't have to be embarrassed to turn around.

	But the two muscular seniors were completely soft as they joked about the most blatant acts with the sexy girl, as if it was a completely normal thing to them! Neal did notice, however, that the other boys in the shower whom he knew for sure were "managed" at home by their mothers and sisters like him, were also hugging flat against the wall or scuttling out of the shower with bunched towels held in front of them.

	It wasn't fair! he thought. Bruce and Rod get all the pussy they want, get to jack off all they want, and think women are just pieces of ass! And I actually respect Jessica, and all I get is, is... fucking teased out of my mind by Nikki!

	"No way, she had great cocksucking lips!" Rod countered.

	Bruce noticed Neal looking at them for the first time. "He'll know - hey, Baldie! Hey... Baldie!"

	All the other guys, "managed" or not, chuckled. Even though half of them had Mother's Rules blue-balls just like him, only he was required to keep his crotch completely shaved, for Nikki's amusement. And apparently, also for the other seniors in his gym class, even if only Bruce dared use that nickname.

	"Baldie! You were playing pussyfoot with her all game, tell us - does the new bitch have cock-sucking lips or not?"

	"Damn it, I don't know!" Neal spat, turning to face the wall again because picturing Jessica with exaggerated, full lips licking and nibbling on his cockhead had him twitching hard.

	"Hold on, are you... ?" Rod asked, using his long neck to peer around Neal's hips. "Oh damn, look! Baldie's got a little woodie for his girlfriend!"

	Rod and Bruce, and then the rest, exploded in laughter.

	"I don't know, Rod," Bruce said, "He was looking over here- maybe it's for YOUR ass!"

	"Maybe," Rod laughed. "He only gets to shoot his load when his little sister tells him to, and she's a real bitch! So maybe after a few months I DO start to look good!"

	"Wait wait wait," Bruce laughed. "You mean that this loser doesn't get any pussy AND he can't stroke his meat unless who tells him to?"

	"His baby sister. Kat told me about her today. You know, freshman, black hair, always wearing fuck me skirts- had on a pink thong today?"

	"That ice bitch? You have to ask that little girl if you can cum?" Bruce boomed. "Aww, poor, backed-up Baldie!"

	"No I don't!" Neal shouted. "I don't have to do anything she says!"

	"NEAL ANDREW GARRETT!" Nikki shouted from the shower room entrance, her high pitched yell silencing all the boys at once. "You are in a lot of trouble!"

	Neal felt his brain exploding. She couldn't be standing there!

	Most of the managed boys immediately tried to cover themselves, the sight of the perfectly groomed teen queen in their shower starting a wave of embarrassing erections. Even Rod and Bruce looked over the freshman in her barely-butt covering skirt and belly shirt and started to get semis.

	"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here," Rod said.

	"So call Blather then," she shot back, then turned to her brother. "Neal! I told you to come home before 7th period and you disobeyed me! I have been waiting in Meghan's car for a hour! You are going to get the biggest spanking of your life!"

	Despite the situation, every boy burst out laughing.

	"Oh no! Mama's home!"

	"Baldie's gonna get spanked!"

	"Can I get spanked too?"

	Neal turned toward her and yelled, "Nikki, get out of here!" Her eyes got wide.

	"And you're hard, too! Oh my god, were you going to jack off in the boys' shower?"

	Most boys were hyperventilating with laughter by now. Except for Bruce.

	"Hey bitch," he said, staring her right in the face, unashamed that she had a full frontal view of him, "unless you're gonna blow me, you need to get out here. You can yell at Baldie later."

	"Well well big boy," Nikki said, strolling into the midst of a laughing group of increasing erect boys. She eyed Bruce's barrel chest, huge biceps and penis which was as thick as her arm. "Maybe you DO deserve a special treat."

	Neal, of course, had seen THIS Nikki before, but knew Nikki had never seen a man like Bruce before. And that was dangerous.

	"But you know," she continued, "I've never ever blown a guy before. You might have to teach me what to do. Would you want me to hold it, like this?"

	She stepped in front of him and slowly put her soft hands around his heavy member, squeezing it like she did Neal's every morning. Nikki's eyes lit up as it came alive like a fire hose filling with water. Now this, she though, is what a penis should feel like!

	"Ohh, yeah, that's it," Bruce moaned. "Now suck it."

	"I don't know..." Nikki said, now stroking him. "I still think I don't know how. Why don't you show me?"

	Neal saw Rod and another jock start circling around behind Nikki, looking up and down her body with lusting eyes. And he even saw some of the managed boys start forming a circle around her, as if feeding of the jocks' boldness.

	"Show you? Fucking how?" Bruce demanded.

	"Well, I'll just hold one little finger near your mouth," Nikki said, "and you can suck it like-"

	Neal ran forward and grabbed Nikki by the arms, swinging her away from Bruce.

	"What are you doing?" she cried, struggling to regrab the beautiful cock she had just held.

	"Fine, I'll go with you! Let's just leave, now!" Neal said, holding her back.

	"Hey, she's got a job to finish first!" Bruce said, the 220 lb naked linebacker raising a hand toward the 100 lb girl's neck.

	"Step back!" Neal yelled, putting Nikki behind him. "All of you!"

	"Oh, like you're going to stop us?" Bruce laughed.

	"BOYS!" Mrs Blather shouted from the shower's entrance. She slowly looked over the entire room of naked, wet boys, some with erections bouncing in front of them, before looking at Bruce's hard spear and finally up to his face. "Bruce, I guarantee I COULD stop you, and I will, if you take another step forward."

	The linebacker looked over the teacher's flexed arms of granite and reluctantly took a step back. Some of the boys, vainly trying to cover their boners with their hands, attempted to sneak out the door.

	"Oh no you don't!" the gym teacher said with a smile. "Get back under your showers! No one's leaving until I get some explanations! And if I see one more hand anywhere near a penis, I'll report that boy to the principal for public lewdness!" She watched the red-faced boys comply with her command and realized she would probably break her vibrator tonight remembering this scene!

	"Now, I heard that a girl had snuck into the boys' locker room- Nikki, you know you really aren't allowed in here."

	"Well, Mrs Blather, I had to come in to get Neal. He was supposed to meet me an hour ago but never showed up! And you know, it's my responsibility to keep him from... you know, being a dirty boy."

	"Yes, I can see why that's necessary," the teacher said with a big grin at his fully exposed hardness. "Still haven't calmed down, huh, Neal? My, you are an excitable boy. I'll have to keep my eye on you."

	She gave him a look that made Neal picture himself, alone in this shower after school, desperately jerking off as she walked in to catch him. Then her knocking his hands away from his dick, seconds before he would have cum. And stripping off her clothes to reveal ripped weightlifter's muscles over her whole body, the spraying water giving them a sexy sheen. And then laughing because she knew no one could hear him yell, no one would disturb them, and that her overwhelming strength would let her do anything to him she wanted. Anything. For as long as she wanted.

	The muscle at the base of his cock spasmed painfully.

	"Okay," she said. "Nikki and Neal, get out of here. Report to the principal's office."

	"What!" Nikki cried. "Why?"

	"We can't just have girls walking in here, but you obviously had a good reason. Principal Yoon can decide if you deserve to get punished or not. Now get along!"

	She stepped aside to let Nikki out and gave Neal a hard smack on the ass as he passed.

	"Be good, Garrett!" she said, then turned to the others. "And for the rest of you, I don't want to hear any more reports of rowdiness in here after class," she said, eyeing every boy's dangling cock and balls, "or I'm going to set up a chair in this corner and be your personal shower chaperone for the REST OF THE YEAR!"

	Mrs Blather walked out chucking, leaving every boy with a growing sense of dread that she would find a way to carry out her threat. And none of them knew why it secretly turned them on so much.

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	Principal Yoon was a somewhat stocky brunette who had a reputation for overly warm praise and incredibly harsh punishments. But it wasn't her stern expression that had Neal worried at the moment- it was her pantyhose.

	She sat before Neal and Nikki behind a glass desk, wearing a blue business jacket and skirt ending just above her knee, professional yet modern. And apparently she was troubled, because she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, which weren't in the same class as the nymphs walking around her school halls, but still quite shapely for a middle-aged woman.

	And each time she crossed those legs, her sheer black pantyhose went Swish-swish as her thighs rubbed. Swish-swish. Swish-swish. Each was a little jolt to Neal's cock, as he imagined having a hand high up one of those thighs as the other swished on top of it, trapping his fingers in a silky vise.

	Swish-swish. Swish-swish. Or having his penis trapped there! Swish-swish. Or his face!

	Stop it! Neal begged himself. She's your principal, and you're in trouble! And she plays tennis with your mother each week! Don't get hard now! Anytime but now!

	But when she wasn't swishing, Principal Yoon was dangling her black, high-heeled shoe off of her raised toe, something all Peternian women seemed to now do subconsciously. With each swing of that heel, Neal felt himself slipping down a greased slope.

	"Ohhh, I just don't know, Nikki," Yoon said, still reading the depths of the school board's by-laws. "We've just never had a case like yours! I don't think it's mandatory that I suspend you, but I can't let you off with no punishment at all!"

	Neal smiled- this was more like it! Nikki had to lose sometime!

	"But Ms Yoon, I didn't doooo anything!" Nikki whined.

	"Nikki, you're a young lady. And you walked right into the boys' locker-room while they were showering!" Swish-swish. Dangle. Swish-swish. Neal gulped; he was now semi-hard in his khaki shorts.

	"Because I had to check up on where Neal was! And it's not like I haven't seen boys naked before- Neal's not allowed to wear clothes at home at all!"

	"Really?" The principal looked over her thin-rimmed glasses at him, and Neal blushed, knowing exactly what she was picturing. "But nonetheless-"

	"And," Nikki interrupted, "my Mom put me in charge of making sure Neal doesn't touch himself down there, to you know, be nasty. And since I haven't let him in a month, and he was taking extra long in the shower, I thought I had to check."

	The principal was snickering behind her hand as she looked from the beet-red boy to the sincere girl. "In a month! At eighteen!" she laughed, then composed and said, "Never mind, never mind. But I think now I appreciate your motive, Nikki."

	"But Mrs Yoon, that's not fair!" Neal argued. "She can't just barge in there whenever she wants, it's private!"

	"Mr Garrett, if you must walk around your house as nude as the day you were born, and must ask your sister before performing the most private of bodily functions, I do not believe YOU have any grounds for complaint at all. In fact, Mrs Blather tells me you were quite obviously aroused BEFORE entering the showers, is that true?"

	Neal hung his head, not believing he had to admit this to his principal!

	"Mister Garrett? I'm waiting."

	"Yes, that's true."

	"And why was this?"

	She couldn't be serious! But Neal looked up and she was staring right back at him, waiting for an answer!

	"I don't know," he replied, looking at the floor. "I just get these thoughts, and sometimes I can't help it!"

	"Then perhaps Nikki had a good reason to enter after all, hmm, Mr Garrett?"

	"But what about all the other guys in there? Don't they have privacy either?"

	"Ooops, that's my cell," Nikki said, reaching into her purse. "The girls are still waiting to give us a ride home. Can we go yet, Principal Yoon?"

	"You may go, Nikki. But Neal is right in one regard - we can't have young ladies barging to boys' dressing room's unescorted by school officials. The next time you feel the need to check on Neal, would you please tell Mrs Blather first so she may accompany you?"

	"Yes ma'am!"

	"Okay, now go on. I want to talk a little more with Neal, to make sure we understand each other. Don't worry, I'll give him a ride home."

	"Okay. See-yuh, Neal." Getting up, she bent to his ear and whispered loudly enough for the entire room to hear, "And hurry home- you've got lots of punishment spanks waiting!"

	Her sandals clicked away on the floor behind him and then the door closed.

	"Now, Mr Garrett," Yoon said, swishing one more time and beginning a slow, tortuous dangle that riveted Neal's eyes to her shiny, stockinged instep, "I get the acute sense that you feel this whole situation has turned out somehow unfairly."

	"Yes, of course!" he replied, looking at the walls to avoid that dangling heel. "I mean, I didn't do anything wrong, and Nikki went where she wasn't supposed to, I had to save her from god knows what, and she gets a free pass to do it again, and all I get is humiliated in front of the guys, and, and...

	"A spanking when you get home? A sound one, probably naked, over your mother's knee?"

	"Yes!" he said, tearing up as he imagined it already. "It's just not fair!"

	"Yes, it may certainly seem that way for you." She closed her by-law book with finality. "But, tell me, do you suppose that a gazelle complains that 'it's not fair' when a lioness eats one of his pack? No, because he understands the natural order of things. Lions eat gazelles because that's what they were made to do. Women rule over men because that is what WE were designed to do."

	"But I thought we were supposed to be equal. No discrimination and all that stuff!"

	"In most respects, yes. We teach boys and girls the same English and math, out of the same books. If I hired a painter to coat my walls, I would expect an equally good job whether the painter was male or female." This swish-swish was the slowest and tightest yet, and Neal swore some part of her legs stayed in contact the entire time making the sound of sliding pantyhose last agonizingly long in his ears.

	"Unless," she said, "I was giving the painter instructions as I rushed from my shower to my bedroom, clothed only in a dripping wet towel. And then I would expect the female painter to take careful notes and follow my wishes perfectly, and the male painter to miss half of what I said because his biological urges were clouding his mind, just like yours are now."

	"No, Mrs Yoon, I'm not-"

	"Picturing me with my breasts and buns almost spilling out of a tight towel? Stand up and prove it."

	Neal blushed, not knowing his erection had been that obvious!

	"Mr Garrett, you're 20 years my junior, a student at my school, and the son of a good acquaintance. There is no, absolutely zero, possibility of sexual acts occurring between you and I, and yet you sit four feet from me with a glowing, obvious sign of your sexual intent poking out from your lap! Why?"

	"I'm sorry, I just can't help it!"

	"Exactly. Because your brain is not controlling your thoughts right now, but your balls. At 18 years old, in the most sexually rambunctious period of your life, with an amazing thirty days of tension stored up in there, your balls, Mr Garrett, are doing most of your thinking for you. What would you do in your bed at night, or in the shower, if your mother's and Nikki's rules were not placed upon you? I shudder to think at the cost in sheet cleaning and hot water you would incur!"

	Neal felt his neck flush, hearing his principal joke about his masturbation, or lack of it!

	"Because men cannot control their sexual drive, any more than a gazelle can stop being a gazelle by sheer force of will. Men were designed to try to empty their balls as often as they could, anywhere they could, like, for example, on the calf of my stockings that you've been peeking at for the last half-hour?"

	Seeing her extend one leg in his direction, in fact presenting her warm, shiny calf to him while raising an eyebrow almost did make Neal empty his balls - in his shorts!

	"But that would have dire consequences for both of us," Yoon said, retracting her leg with a practiced grace, "and as a woman, I must be aware of them, even if no man is. And men being oblivious to consequences is the root of most problems societies have faced."

	She swished again, going into a quick dangle that did Neal's urge to soften no good at all.

	"And so you realize that men must be controlled, by someone. And only women are left as an option. And just as nature intended, it fits perfectly, since women are made to control men. Every bit of our bodies can be used, in some way, to chain your eyes and minds to us. Why, I see it everyday in these halls, with little girls who have no idea what they're doing! Imagine what experienced women can do, especially if they like sexually controlling men. You do realize this, don't you, Mr Garrett?

	"That most women, even while staying aware of the rational objectives of control, enjoy having you squirm under their sexual power? To see the primal need growing in your eyes and know they are both the cause and only relief from it?"

	Neal thought of Nikki's glint and nodded, gulping.

	"Good. And there we have it- a perfectly designed system. Men need to be controlled, and women love to do the controlling. Yin and Yang, force and reaction. It has been going on since the beginning of time, so it should not surprise you that Peternians have taken to it so solidly, once it was brought out more or less in the open. Then the only thing that should surprise you from here on out, young man, is how much you like it, having your balls safely in the palm of a woman's hand."

	"No, I'll never like that!" he cried. "I want to be free, to dress and cum as I please!"

	"Really?" she asked, eyeing his erection once again. "Well, let's see. Why don't you take out a piece of paper and a pen, and I'll give you your punishment so that you may leave."

	Neal reached into his backpack and did, sweating, erect, but ready to write.

	"I want you to write out a sentence 200 times. I'll be doing some involved paperwork while you do, so don't expect me to look up and check on you. I expect you to work steadily, regardless of your mental state.

	"And if you happen to notice any... distracting thoughts... emanating from your free, independent loins, just remember that is a sign of why the situation in Peternia will stay exactly like it is, as long as men are men!

	"The sentence is: 'In Peternia, women have men by the balls, and both of them are learning to love it!' Now, begin."

	Neal heard her chuckle as he started to write the humiliating sentence over and over again, because it went exactly as she predicted.

	Principal Yoon didn't look up once from her paperwork, allowing Neal to gaze at freely at her pantyhosed ankles, calves and mid thighs. When he looked at them, he couldn't write.

	And when cleared his mind enough to manage that silly sentence, all he could picture was Nikki smiling and holding his balls, or his mother, or Mrs Blather, or Principal Yoon, or even Jessica! Oh, to stand if front of Jessica naked, as she happily rolled his nutsack!

	"Time's up," Principal Yoon announced, click-clacking around her desk to stand over his shoulder. "Forty sentences in 20 minutes." She shook her head. "Fifth graders could do better- if they were girls. Finish the rest before class tomorrow." She started walking towards the door, and turned off the lights. "Now come on, I've got to get you home quick- you've got punishment waiting!"

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	The ride was indeed quick. Neal was thrown against every surface of the Principal's sports car as it made one high-speed turn after another on the winding country road. He finally made the ride more survivable by not looking at the road, but at the Principal's lap. Every time he saw her right thigh pulse inside her black stockings, that meant he should grab the sides of his seat, because there was a burst of acceleration coming.

	But having to stare right at a those curvy, black-stockinged legs as they forcefully worked the pedals, while constantly gripping the sides of his seat meant that Neal spent the last half of the ride with an embarrassing boner sticking out from his lap, with no way to cover it up.

	Hair whipping around her face, Principal Yoon would occasionally glance over at the scared, erect boy, smile, then shift into a higher gear and throw him backwards in his seat.

	They stopped in front of Neal's house with a screech and a lunge against their seatbelts.

	"I'll walk you in," she said before Neal could object.

	The door opened before they were halfway there, and before Neal was halfway soft.

	"Neal Garrett!" his mother commanded. "Get inside, now! Sharon, I'm so sorry about the trouble. Nikki told me everything."

	"Oh, no Tina, don't worry about it. Neal and I had a good talk and I'm sure he understands his boundaries now. Isn't that right, Neal?"

	"Yes, yes I do, ma'am," he said, taking off his shoes in the foyer, then stopping. Usually, he would have to remove the rest of his clothes right here and throw them down the laundry chute, but his mother still held the door open, talking to his Principal about their next tennis game! If he just waited another 30 seconds, Yoon would probably leave and he would be spared having a school official see him bare-assed naked!

	He milled around the foyer, shuffling from one foot to the other. They were saying good-bye! Just a few more seconds...

	Suddenly his mother stopped talking, and slowly turned to look at him.

	"Neal," she said in a low, even tone, "you're in the house, now."

	He looked at Yoon and then back to her. "But Mom!"

	"Breaking rules at school AND at home?" she said, in that same low voice, smoldering with anger. Neal gulped, and turned away from his principal as he took off his socks and shirt, putting them down the laundry chute. Swallowing hard, he unbuckled his fly, then took a deep breath and slid his shorts down his legs. He definitely heard an appreciative female "Hmmm" from behind him, and turned to run to his room, before his mother caught his wrist.

	"Don't go just yet, Neal," she said, holding him by her side. "I think you should look Mrs Yoon in the eyes and thank her for being so lenient on you, and for giving you a ride home."

	"Thank you, Mrs Yoon," he said, knowing this would be the last time he would ever be able to look her in the eye.

	"You're welcome, Neal. And I trust you will try to keep your erections at least somewhat in check, while you are on school grounds?"

	"Yes, ma'am."

	"Excellent."

	"Sharon, would you like some coffee?" Neal's mother asked. "Something to eat?"

	Yoon looked the naked, embarrassed boy up and down and said, "I would love to Tina... but, I feel the sudden need to go home and see my husband right now. But I don't think he's going to like what I have planned!"

	"I completely understand," Tina Garrett replied. "Some other time, then?"

	"Definitely."

	The two air-kissed goodbye and Tina closed the door. She looked at her son and sighed. "I would punish you, but it will have to wait until after dinner. We've kept our guest waiting to eat long enough."

	Guest? Neal wondered, then turned to see Nikki and her friend Sam standing at the top of the steps with huge grins on their faces.

	"Welcome home, Baldie!" they sang in unison.

- Chapter 2.5

	Dinner was an odd torture. Sam's eyes were as big as saucers staring at his body across the table, and she blushed whenever Neal handed her a dish or obeyed his mother's command to refill her Coke.

	Neal realized she had a crush on him, or had never seen a naked man, or both. And that's what made it torture, because Neal knew that if he had lived up North or even in a normal country, he would have been a clothed, commanding hunk to all of his sister's friends, and could probably have snuck the wide-eyed girls into his bedroom for a quick blow job each time they came over. And they would have been happy to do it! But here, in this horrible country, he was... what? Held by the balls, rang Yoon's voice in his head.

	"Clean the dishes from the table, please Neal," his mother said, rising. "And then bring a wooden spoon out to the living room. It's time for your punishment."

	"Hooray!" Nikki squealed. "Come on, Sam, you'll want a good seat for this!"

	Icy dread filling his stomach exactly like he filled the dishwasher, Neal did as told, then entered the living room.

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	His mother sat on the couch, stern and upright. The girls shared a loveseat facing the couch's end, practically on each others' laps and bristling with excitement.

	"Over my knee, as usual, Neal," Tina said, patting her thighs. Neal started to lay down but she stopped him with a firm hand to his chest. "Face the other way. I want Sam to see your face to understand the full effect."

	"Mom, please, not in front of her!" Neal protested, even while laying down across her lap. "Sam doesn't need to see this!"

	Mrs Garrett widened her thighs to let Neal's soft cock and balls flop through, then closed them, trapping his bits and him in perfect spanking position.

	"No, but she gets to, as a benefit of being our guest tonight."

	"But I shouldn't even be punished, I didn't do anything wrong!"

	"Did you disobey one of Nikki's commands at school?" his mother demanded, slowly stroking one of his butt cheeks.

	"Yes, but, but she wanted me to skip!"

	"And I will talk to her later about that. And did you also get a ridiculous erection in the boys' shower? And almost get in a fight?"

	"Yes, but that's because Nikki-"

	SMACK! The sound of Tina's palm hitting his butt echoed off the walls and made everyone's heart beat faster.

	"It is your body to control, young man, not Nikki's! And thus your little butt is the one going to get corrected! You knew Sam was coming over tonight, and yet you still got yourself sent to the principal's office! So now you will be punished in front of her!"

	She turned to the eager young brunette.

	"Now Sam, you've never seen a man spanked before, is that right?"

	"No, Mrs Garrett. I don't have any brothers at all."

	"Well then know first of all, that every boy needs to be regularly spanked. From the littlest toddler to even those as old as your father."

	The girl's eyes went wide. "But my Dad's too old to get spanked!"

	"Really? Why don't you ask your Mom about that sometime?" Mrs Garrett said, shooting the girl a wink. "And remember that the more 'too old to get spanked' a boy is, the more embarrassing the spanking is. And thus the more effective.

	"Now, as to the details. One, always start with the boy naked. No shirts, no socks, no watches. Naked as the day he was born." She patted Neal's bare rump twice to emphasize the point.

	"Second, the older the boy gets, the harder he can struggle, so you have to have good technique. Do you see how my feet are wide, but my knees close?"

	Sam nodded.

	"That's so I can use my thighs to trap his boy parts as they hang between my legs," Tina continued. "Just a little squeeze with your thighs-"

	"Aargh!" Neal yelped.

	"-and the boy gets reminded why it's a good idea NOT to move! And to hold him further, what should we do, Nikki?"

	"Twist his arm!"

	"Yep, take his arm, and bend it behind his back, like this. Gently, but be ready to push up if needed. And now... try to move, Neal."

	He squirmed a little, not willing to put on a clinic for Nikki's friend.

	"Get off my lap right now, mister, or I'm doubling your spanking to 100!"

	Neal bucked and tried to rise, only to have his balls crushed by her thighs and his arm wrenched. "Ow!" He tried again, with the same effect.

	"Sam, do you see how making that triangle with your shins let's you use your calves to push in your legs?" his mother asked. "That way, you can rest your thighs. We could do this all night and only Neal would get tired, not me."

	"Wow!" Sam squeaked, and Neal noted how her eyes were shining like Nikki's that day at the dinner table two years ago.

	"And now that you've got the boy where you want him," Tina said, "what to do? First, you've got to enjoy the view." She ran her hand gently from Neal's lower back, over his toned, muscular cheeks, and down the back of his thighs. "So many cute areas to squeeze!" She grabbed a handful of asscheek.

	"Mom! Cut it out!"

	"Oh, Neal," she chided, still pinching and tickling his buns, "the sooner you accept that you have the cutest ass that women just want to play with, the easier your life will be. I mean, Sam, just look at these buns. Don't you just want to pinch them?"

	The teenager blushed. "Mrs Garrett!"

	"No, it's okay Sam. I won't be mad if you tell the truth."

	"Um... then, yeah, I do think they're pretty cute."

	"See Neal? Now, where was I? Oh yes, your punishment." And the stroking that had Neal squirming in her lap stopped at once. "Now, here's the secret, Sam. All boys think they can take much more pain than a woman can dish out. The point of a spanking is to show that's not true, and only after you've passed their tolerance, do boys start to respect you and listen to you.

	"When being spanked, all boys follow a pattern. First, they'll struggle. Then they'll cry. Then they'll make promises- all sorts of silly promises. And finally, their ego will break, and only then will they pay heed to what you're trying to teach them. Any spanking which stops before that point is just aerobic exercise. The boy really hasn't learned anything." She raised her hand up and back beyond her head. "Now, let's begin-"

	"Mom, please!" Neal yelped. "I've learned my lesson, I really have! I'll respect Nikki at school, and not get into any more trouble! I'll be on best behavior from now on! I've really, really learned my lesson!"

	"That's sweet, Neal," she said, stroking his cheek. "And I bet you think you have. But you'll have really learned your lesson in about 15 minutes, when Nikki and Sam are wiping tears from your face and applying lotion to soothe your warm butt."

	Oh, god, Neal despaired, this could not get any more embarrassing!

	Then he saw Nikki whispering into Sam's ear and her nod. Both girls picked their feet off the floor and set them on the coffee table, right at Neal's eye level!

	He tried to look away, but Nikki tilted her outside leg just enough for Neal to see a sliver of pink thong cupping her pussy. And because Sam was sitting on her lap straddling Nikki's leg, it wasn't hard for Nikki to pull aside the corner of Sam's skirt so that Neal could see her white panties as well. Sam didn't even notice, being too focused on Neal.

	With four perfect little teenage feet in front of him, two sets of long, smooth legs, and two upskirt shots, one intentional and one not, Neal felt the lumber go to his woody immediately.

	Oh, god, no! He knew his mother could feel it between her thighs- she would probably think he was the biggest pervert in the world!

	Nikki recognized the look of horror on Neal's face, caught his eye, and blew him a kiss.

	Then his mother's hand started falling.

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	It went just as Mrs Garrett had predicted. Struggling, while the pain grew in his behind. Then, there came only a few sniffles as Neal tried to keep some dignity, but his mother's relentless hand soon broke the dam, and his face flooded with tears.

	And then promises and babbling from him, giggling and toe wiggling from the girls, and finally, his mother's words burned into his brain. Respect Nikki. Respect all women. Accept being nude in front of others. Only cum when you're told. Be a good boy.

	The next thing Neal remembered was standing in front of the couch, face wet and sniffling, as Nikki stood on tiptoes to wipe his eyes with a silk handkerchief.

	"There, there," she said, stroking his cheek, "it's all over now. You're okay now."

	Neal registered another pair of shy hands applying cool lotion to his butt. He realized they were Sam's, but was too physically drained to protest. The hands first tentatively finger-painted his cheeks with lotion, then got bolder, rubbing and finally kneading it in.

	"Is my big bro feeling better?" Nikki asked. She reached down and squeezed his semi-hard penis. "This tells me he is! Mom said to watch you for the next hour. Come on, Sam, let's take him to my room!"

- Chapter 3

	Neal was just regaining his senses as the girls led him up the stairs, each holding a hand like a toddler. He still sniffled now and again, only looking down at the ground.

	The spanking had been bad, but the fact that he still had an erection wagging in front of him made it impossible to hold his head up. Though far from cumming, it was stiff enough to bring a giggle from the girls each time they looked back.

	He barely put up resistance as they took him into Nikki's room and pushed him to a kneeling position on the soft carpet. Only when they started pushing him onto his back did Neal object.

	"Hey, what... ?"

	"Mom said to watch you. But I promised Sam I'd teach her more about boys," Nikki said. "So lay down."

	His buns still stinging from his mother's hand, Neal let Nikki push his shoulders to the floor.

	Nikki grinned. "Now, grab your ankles."

	"What? No way!"

	Nikki took a deep breath and yelled "Mooo-"

	"Fine, fine!" Neal hissed. "I'll do it! Just don't call her!"

	He heard Sam snicker behind him as he reached between his legs to grab his ankles, now in the most embarrassing position he could ever have imagined. His own arms spread his legs apart, exposing his balls and asshole for the world to see.

	Nikki kneeled between his legs with her hands behind her back, making her breasts push out even more than usual. She smiled sweetly at him and said, "Now, close your eyes." Neal gulped, then did.

	The duct tape was around his wrists before he could even react.

	"What the fuck? What is this!" he yelled, thrashing. He couldn't straighten his legs nor bend his arms no matter how hard he pulled, and ended up just rocking on his back like a flipped turtle as the girls laughed and laughed.

	"Let me go! Right now!" Neal said, which only made them laugh harder.

	With just a light hold of his ankles, Nikki brought his rocking to a stop.

	"Now that our subject is prepared," she said to Sam, "I can start really teaching you about boys! And I'll start with the number one, most important thing."

	"What's that?" Sam asked, scooting to sit up near Neal's head.

	"Nikki, please! This isn't funny!"

	"No, it's not," she replied, staring him in the eyes and encircling his exposed balls with one hand. She tightened just enough to make him start sweating. "So be good and don't interrupt! Now look at Sam, and keep looking at her, no matter what."

	Neal raised his eyes to see a smiling Sam upside down over his head.

	"And Sam, start talking to Neal."

	"About what?"

	"Anything. Just keep him talking."

	"Okay. Ummm, Neal, so what kind of music do you like?"

	Trying to forget his balls were still in Nikki's hand, he tried to think. "Ummm, a lot of rock, metal, ahhhh-" Nikki had just began to stroke his cock with long, steady pulls.

	"Keep looking at her," she warned when his eyes started to drift. "Sam, you can watch what I'm doing. But make sure to keep him talking."

	Neal saw Sam bite her lip watching Nikki's hand in action, then look back down at him with a smile.

	"So, rock. What kind?"

	Nikki's hands were working magic on his penis. "Ummm, like 80's stuff. Oh! Fun stuff, with good guitars. Uh, uh, like Bon Jovi or AC/DC."

	"Oh, I've heard of them!" Sam said, smiling at his heavier breathing. "Weren't they like from New Zealand or something?"

	"Australia!" he yelped. "I think. Or Scotland!" Nikki was now giving him the best kind of strokes, one right after the other. His cock felt like a water balloon hooked to a fire hose, skin stretched impossibly tight, ready to burst!

	He knew Nikki was going to make him cum while he was looking Sam right in the face, just to increase his embarrassment. But Neal didn't care anymore! Let her see the silly face he made, let the whole world see it, just so he could shoot! It would be such relief!

	Neal felt the muscle under his nuts tighten- and Nikki wasn't stopping! This was it! This was finally it!

	"So what's your favorite AC/DC song?" Sam asked. "No no, don't close your eyes, answer me!"

	"Um, ah ah, I don't know!" he cried, his vision narrowing to Sam's lips. Neal wanted to shut his eyes and think of Jessica's legs as he came, but Sam's lips would do. They were cute lips. Just a little more...

	"You don't know your favorite song? Come on, what is it?"

	"I... AAAAHHHH... don't don't KNOOOOOWW! Oh, oh, ahh- NOOOOOO!"

	"Awwww, big brother, where you close?" Nikki laughed, waving both her hands above Neal's face, as if he didn't know she had let go milliseconds before a month of cum was about to splatter all over his chest.

	"No! No! Uh, just a little more!"

	Nikki didn't restart stroking, but did start tickling his tight, blue nuts with her nails. "See Sam, the number one rule of boys is, the closer they get to squirting, the dumber they get! Did you see how he couldn't even talk at the end? Like all his brains went right HERE!"

	"Ah, oh, ah! Please!" Neal cried, as Nikki gave him a few strokes, then dropped his leaking cock on his stomach, again.

	"Totally!" Sam said. "It's almost like he became a caveman or something! Grrr, ug ug ug!"

	The girls laughed and made grunting noises as they sat over him, while Neal frantically pulled at the duct tape just to try and get one hand on his leaking, twitching cock. But the tape held like iron, and Nikki's shoulders kept his knees from closing.

	"Uh-oh, looks like our naked caveboy is trying to touch himself!" Nikki finally said. "Bad caveboy! Bad!" She pulled his balls away from his body and gave them two quick slaps.

	Neal bucked so much Sam had to push his shoulders back to the floor. "Wow!" she said, eyes wide. "Those little taps made him jump that much?"

	"Oh yeah. And that's rule number two with boys. They try to act all tough, but just a little flick to the right place-"

	"Ahhh! Fuck!"

	"-and they're on their knees. Works great for making their caveman boners go away, too! Watch!"

	Neal tried to yell, of course, but Nikki slapped harder each time he did, until he just lay quietly and took it. Halfway through, she did away with the slapping and went right to squeezing, until tears were streaming from his eyes and his penis was tiny and limp. Sam looked on in amazement the entire time.

	"Wow," she said, looking down at his pained face. "Can I try that?"

	Nikki met Neal's shocked expression. Sam was certainly getting bolder fast!

	"Sure you can!"

	The girls switched places, Sam now sitting between Neal's legs.

	"But, it's not big or anything," she said, flicking his soft member. "Is he going to get hard even though he knows I'm going to crush it?"

	"Of course!" Nikki answered. "That's the final rule! Number three: if you never, ever, ever, let the boy squirt, he can't control when he gets hard, or what does it, like at school this morning! In fact, put your feet on his chest!"

	Sam sat on her butt and raised her feet over Neal's groin and onto his pecs. Nikki added her own feet from over Neal's head, and started sliding them over Sam's.

	"Oh, look at that big brother! Four cute little feet, right in your face! Sam's skin is so soft, and look at her little pink toenails! Get nice and hard so she can squeeze your balls! Come on, get hard for us!"

	"Holy crap, it's working!" Sam squealed, and an instant later Neal felt his balls in a vise.

	"No, ah no!" he cried. The girls pulled their feet off to watch his reaction, smiling the whole time the boy bucked and twisted, trying to escape Sam's grip. Both she and Neal were breathing hard when she was done.

	"That was so cool!" she said. "Do you think that will work again?"

	"No, please..." Neal whimpered.

	"Probably, but I want to see something first..." Nikki said, getting up to dash around the room.

	"What are you doing?"

	Nikki sat back down next to Sam, holding a clipboard and a stopwatch. "Science!" she chirped. "I thought about it in Chemistry today. They were talking about some boring experiments you could do, with salt and water and stuff. But I know what I wanted to experiment on: what makes Neal hard the fastest! Let's put our feet on him again!"

	This time, Nikki measured how long it took for Neal to get fully hard, and wrote it on the clipboard before Sam got to squeeze again.

	"I know what to try next!" Nikki said, standing up. She placed a foot on either side of Neal's head, so he had no choice but to look right up her skirt. "Go on, big bro, take a look. You know you want peek at my little tiny panties."

	"That was even faster!" Sam laughed when Neal's cock slapped against his stomach a half minute later. Nikki wrote on the clipboard, placing a foot over Neal's mouth to cut off screams as Sam's fingers squeezed his jewels again.

	"I want to try something next!" Sam said, jumping up after his cock was soft. She kneeled next to his head.

	"What?" Nikki asked. "Your panties?"

	"Nuh-uh. Something better."

	"Well, what?"

	Neal was wondering, too, because Sam just sat there, leaning over his face from the side, her curly brown hair dangling around her smile. I mean, I can't even see anything but her face, Neal thought. What could she show me that's-

	And then Sam was kissing him. Passionately. Her tongue forced into every corner of his mouth, as her palms held his head trapped.

	Neal felt like his breath was being sucked out of him as Sam's lips continued pressing on his. It would have been erotic normally, but became heart-stopping because it was Neal's first kiss. Ever.

	Eighteen years old, naked and tied up in his sister's room with month-ripe blueballs, Neal got his first kiss from a fourteen-year old girl whose last name he didn't know.

	It sent tingles through his ears and neck, nipples and balls, and when Sam finally broke the lip lock, she looked back in pride at his stiff erection pointing happily towards the ceiling.

	"You know what that means!" she giggled, then hurried back between his legs.

	Neal was still dizzy from the kiss as he felt the little girl fingers close around his balls.

	The girls went on to measure his reaction to many other things. An empty pair of Nikki's panties dangling over his face did pretty well, but designer jeans bombed, even when the girls were wearing them. High heels did excellently, and strappy ones were best of all.

	Neal actually laughed when the girls were surprised that earrings, necklaces and make-up created no erection at all, as if they assumed he would react most to the things they obsessed over the most. But he stopped laughing when Sam squeezed his nuts after those tests anyway.

	After each test, Sam was happy to "reset the clock" no matter how much Neal begged her not to. And especially after he reacted much slower to her A cups in a lace bra compared to Nikki's C's.

	Nikki even began to stroke Neal after he got erect each time, right up to the point of orgasm, so that Sam would have longer to squeeze before he became completely soft.

	Once, after testing perfume sprayed on a pair of Nikki's panties, a top ten finisher, Nikki had been especially cruel with her strokes, bringing Neal to the edge four or five times and holding him there for a minute each time, before switching places with Sam.

	Neal was sobbing like a baby. His balls hurt worse than he could ever remember, sitting in his sack like lead weights. His dick was throbbing, he was so close! But he was only going to get pain, before the cycle would repeat! It wasn't fair! There had to be a way out! Please, God!

	"What on Earth are you two doing?" Mrs Garrett demanded, appearing in Nikki's doorway. "I've been hearing Neal moan for 30 minutes now!"

	"Please Mom!" Neal cried, tilting his head back at the upside down image of his mother. "They're being so mean! They're making me hard just so they can crush my balls over and over! It hurts my nuts so bad!"

	Mrs Garrett crossed her arms, and looked over the crying, sweating Neal, wrists tied to his ankles, his rock hard penis laying in a lake of pre-cum on his stomach, then to the kneeling Sam, and Nikki with her clipboard. She shook a stern finger at Nikki and Sam.

	"No kicking," she said, then turned and left the room.

	"Nooooooo!" Neal cried as Sam squeezed once more.

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	Nikki had over twenty entries on her list when she was done, and sat on the edge of her bed, ranking them with Sam.

	"Anything with panties came in high," she said, making tick marks. "Even if no one was wearing them."

	"Weird, huh?" Sam replied. "But feet came in third, even ahead of boobies almost showing. Can that be right? I thought guys liked boobs."

	"I guess some do, but our little Neal likes feet more! Isn't that right big brother?" She looked down at Neal, whose stomach both girls were using as a foot rest. His cock, still able to erect after all Sam had done, answered for him.

	"Sam!" came Mrs Garrett's yell from downstairs. "Your mother just called!"

	"I'll be right down!" She slid off the bed onto her knees, between the still bound legs of Neal.

	"It's such a shame," she said, tenderly cradling his nuts with her fingers. "This will be the last time I'll be able to squeeze them, probably for a long while."

	"Well, Summer IS coming up," Nikki consoled. "We should have a lot of time then. Neal tries to go out and play basketball to hide from me, but I bet we can convince him to stay home a little more."

	"You're right. Okay Neal, I'll make you a deal," Sam said, rolling his balls back and forth. "If you promise to stay home a lot during the Summer so I can squeeze these cute little boysacks of yours, I'll BARELY squeeze them now. But, if this is going to be my last chance for a long time, I have to make it a good one, you know?" She started stroking his cock like Nikki had shown her. "So, what do you say?"

	"Sam, please, be nice!" he begged.

	"I will, if you promise... twice a week, for the entire Summer. Your balls in my hands."

	"No, not that! I can't!"

	"I want to be nice, Neal," Sam said, still stroking and destroying his will. "But you're not letting me! You've been through so much tonight. Just promise and I'll barely squeeze them now. Swear!"

	"No, Sam, I can't, please!"

	She shrugged. "That's what a girl gets for trying to be nice," she said, then started the hardest squeeze of all.

	When Neal was completely soft and almost on the edge of blacking out, he felt the tape being cut from his wrists. He immediately rolled to the fetal position, cupping his balls.

	Three sharp spanks landed on his butt.

	"Neal! I've got to clean up my room before I go to sleep!" Nikki said. "Walk Sam to the door!"

	Somehow, Neal pulled himself to his feet and followed the bouncing girl down the stairs. He looked over her body as she walked, her slim arms, tiny waist and lean legs.

	I could bench press two or three of her, he thought. She's barely 90 lbs! And fourteen! How can she cause me so much - his stomach flipped, remembering - pain? And those legs, she's still making me hard! Maybe, girls ARE really more powerful than boys!

	He gave Sam a very respectful berth as they approached the foyer.

	"Thank you Neal. I've learned SOOOO much about boys tonight!" she giggled, and turned to put on her flip flops. But Sam spun back to face him before she did. "Hey, would you like to kiss my feet before I leave?"

	"What?"

	"Come on, you know you want to," she said, holding one foot in front of her and tilting it back and forth. "I know panties were number one on your list, but I think you like my feet just as much! You've only looked so far - just a little kiss, to see what they feel like? I won't tell anyone you did it!"

	Neal swallowed, looking down at that dainty foot with its perfect arch and cute pink toenails. He licked his lips. Even after all she had done, this was the bubbly, giggly, cute Sam that had first walked in tonight.

	"Sam, I don't know...

	"Little Neal knows! He knows you want to," Sam said, pointing at his growing penis. "Come on... .it might be your only chance... to ever kiss these little feet...

	"Okay, but quickly! Let's go to my-"

	"Nope! Right here, or never!"

	Neal nervously looked around to see that the coast was clear, then the 18-year old sunk to his knees in front of the grinning teen and cradled her foot in his hands. He leaned forward to kiss it, only to have her pull it away at the last minute.

	"No, no, no," Sam said. "Get on all fours." He did. "And stick you butt waaaaay out. Knees wider apart!" Neal complied, now with his cock and balls dangling in free air and his butthole completely open behind him.

	"Now we can start." She snaked her foot under his mouth, and Neal gave her a peck on the top.

	"What was that?" Sam asked. "REALLY kiss it! Like you love my feet! Because if you don't love them, we can always stop..." Neal started planting kisses all over the top of her foot. "Now the arch, oh yeah, kiss the arch! Go all over! I don't mind!"

	Given free reign, Neal really got into it now, assaulting her whole foot with open mouth kisses and licks. His penis was throbbing hard and dripping on the floor.

	"The toes! Don't forget to suck on each little toe!"

	Neal closed his eyes and got totally lost in the sensation of this perfect foot in his mouth. His dick hummed with tension and his balls were tight against his body.

	CLICK CLICK CLICK!

	Neal's eyes flew open at Sam's laughter, and then from behind him, Nikki's!

	"Thank you, Nikki, your idea worked great!" Sam said, as Nikki handed her a little disposable camera. She looked at the shocked kneeling boy and wiggled the camera at him.

	"I bet what I've got on here will make you HAPPY to give me more chances to squeeze those little boysacks this summer, huh Neal? As long as Nikki says its okay."

	"Anytime, Sam! Anytime you want! Byes!"

	"Byes!" Sam replied, then skipped out the door.

- Chapter 4

	Nikki Garrett loved her life. She had just awoken from a great night's sleep in her king-size luxury bed, then slid her panties off and rubbed warm baby oil in just the right places until she had exploded in orgasm, twice, thinking about Bruce.

	First, imagining the huge hunk in the boys' shower, hands tied to the wall behind him and begging for release as his hard cock swung side to side, while she tickled and licked and danced inches in front of him.

	And then, on the downslope from her first, as her fingers slowed their rubbing of her tingling, bald, pussy lips, Nikki's mind had begun to wander. She imagined one little link in Bruce's chains stretching, bending, and then breaking free. And the linebacker tackling her, using his impossible strength to pin her to the tile floor and plunge his desperate tool into her over and over. Just imagining her thin legs spreading impossibly apart, as her tiny pussy tried to stretch around a cock as thick as her arm going in and out of her, powering her hips off the floor... OH MY GOD!

	Nikki opened her eyes to find three of her own fingers back inside her and her spine arching off the bed as she came! She rode the wave down and lay exhausted, covered in sweat and baby oil. Her nipples, clit and toes were little, buzzing antennas of sexual energy, and each shallow breath sent aftershocks of her second orgasm between them.

	Wow- she had never cum THAT hard before! And so soon after a first! Nikki just lay there, trying to think as her breathing slowed to normal. But she also had never imagined a scene like that before- what did that mean? How could she get turned on by a man she didn't control?

	Nikki put the worries from her mind by noticing what time it was, then jumping out of bed. She skipped down the hall to the bathroom, knowing there was zero chance Neal would be up to see her, and enjoying the feeling of air on her nude skin. I guess it's only fun if you get to choose when, she giggled. Good thing poor Nealy doesn't get to!

	The teen swished her long black hair behind her and idly rubbed a nipple as she walked bare-ass through the hall, reaching the bathroom. She ran a cool, damp towel all over and followed with a warm dry one, becoming clean and fresh and girly feeling again. A brush of the hair, mouthwash and lip gloss, and a loosely tied bathrobe, and she was in the hall again, trying to remember if any of her classes would accidentally take her past Bruce's locker so she could accidentally flash him the complete lack of panties she planned to wear under her skirt today. And the matching bra. But she released those thoughts and started tiptoeing as she approached Neal's room, because she knew her favorite toy would be putting on her favorite show right about now!

	She crested the open doorway to see Neal tossing and moaning in his bed, turning from one side to the other. He was sweating and muttering, the outline of his hard penis straining against the sheet.

	Nikki giggled. Just in time! She tiptoed closer, grabbing the edge of his thin cover and inching it off him, until he lay nude in front of her, erect penis laying on his six-pack. And each time he tossed, his penis swung out and slapped against stomach, his full balls bouncing in their sack.

	He looked so vulnerable, so tormented, so desperate with need as he writhed back and forth in bed, his penis seeking anything warm and soft. Free from conscious control, his body was free to express how it really felt about the month of cum swelling his balls. Nikki didn't grasp all of that, she just knew that she loved watching Neal asleep with blueballs because his frustration seemed so much more... pure.

	Still watching, Nikki ghosted Neal's desk chair to the foot of his small bed and sat down. With one foot on the ground, she waited for a lull in his thrashing and snaked her other between Neal's legs so that she placed her soft arch on his tender eggs and the balls of her foot on his shaft.

	Having something warm on his dick did quiet Neal's whimpering somewhat, but of course Nikki raised it off and on, rubbing with her arch and tickling with her toes until Neal was literally crying in his sleep.

	And that is how Neal woke up, tears in his eyes his penis between his sister's toes, slick with pre-cum.

	"What's the matter, big brother?" she asked, kneading his balls with her sole. "Having a nightmare about Sam, and what she's going to do to these little guys next time?"

	"No!" Neal said, blushing and trying to gather the situation. Nikki's robe was hanging open- almost too open. Her cleavage was showing almost to her nipples, as was her stomach, belly button, and something beneath it! Because the robe fell away from her leg on the bed, Neal could see past the foot on his crotch, past her tiny knee, her tan thigh and up to her hip, where he could see- what? There, right between her thighs, he strained to catch a glimpse of... fingers?

	"Are you looking at my hand panties?" Nikki mocked, and Neal noticed for the first time that her right arm wasn't in its sleeve, but against her chest. Nikki was shielding her secret triangle from him with just three thin fingers, giving him a more revealing view than any panties in existence, while still denying him the essential details.

	"Bad boy," she tsked. "I'll have to tell Sam you're cheating on her. I wonder how she's going to punish you?" Nikki used toes to prod his balls for emphasis.

	"I'm not- ooohh- going out with Sam!"

	"Not yet," Nikki laughed. "But I see how she looks at you, big bro. I can tell when she's got a crush." His balls still sore from last night, Neal winced at that last word. "And I'm going to keep inviting her over, so she can learn how much fun you are to play with, and I bet, before the Summer ends, she's going to ask Mom for the Key To Your Heart!"

	Neal moaned! Some Peternian families had begun the custom, that when a girl asked a boy's mother for his hand in marriage, and the boy was leaving for a long journey, (such as Neal going to college at the end of summer), the mother would lock the boy in a steel chastity belt and give the key to his fianc.

	Men so controlled would always become very loving and attentive to the keyholder, and always followed through with the marriage plans. Which is why Peternian women called the custom by such a romantic name.

	"But, uh-oh," Nikki said. "Sam won't be legal for four years! You can't do anything with your big old boner to her until she's 18, and since cages don't cover your balls... I wonder, will she have any reason to take it off before the wedding? Hmmm, doesn't look like college is going to be ANY fun for you, Big Brother!"

	Neal panicked, imagining such a life as Nikki broke up laughing. Sam crushing his balls at her whim, while ignoring his trapped penis or his need to cum, for four years! And then, having to live with such a person, for his entire life!

	"That's not going to happen!" he said.

	"You're leaving at the end of Summer. And I can't go with you. Do you think Mom will really let you go to college without locking you up? And Sam's the front runner right now!"

	"No she's not! I'll get a girlfriend before then!"

	Nikki broke down laughing, almost losing her hand bikini. "You've never even been on a date! That was your first kiss last night!"

	"No it wasn't!"

	Nikki was laughing so hard by now she had to stand up, and hold her stomach to keep from doubling over.

	"A girlfriend! You! Get a girlfriend! That's the funniest thing I ever heard!"

	Neal leapt out of bed and ran to the shower, his penis hard, balls aching and his face burning red.

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	He still could hear Nikki's laughter as he stood in front of his locker, watching the girls walk by.

	He tried to be optimistic, but had a sinking feeling. Mandy Michaels and her perfect ass strutted by, this time in a miniskirt, and she gave him a smirk as she passed.

	She must know, he thought. About the boys' locker room yesterday, or about him being managed by Nikki, or maybe she just smirked at him because he's been staring at her ass all through high school.

	It was the same with all the other senior girls he had classes with. They all knew what he was by now, if not from Bruce telling them, then from how he had acted around them for the last 4 years. He had no chance.

	There were some cute, naive freshmen who didn't know him at all, but how could he talk to them without it getting back to Nikki or Sam? Neal was sure those two would poison any freshman he hit on with lies. Or, with the truth of what he let them do last night. Or with those pictures!

	So he was trapped. Just like his cock would be, at the end of Summer...

	Ow, no! Not now! he thought as the muscle at the base of his cock pulsed. With some deep breathing, Neal managed to stave off a full erection, only getting half hard in his shorts. Damn it! He got hard at the weirdest times!

	And then he saw her, the new blond senior soccer player walking down the hall, looking confused. What was her name... Jesse, Jennifer? He thought back to Chapter 2. Oh yeah, Jessica!

	Neal realized what he had to do. And even though his penile freedom hung on it, it took all of his courage to walk up behind her and say: "Hi! You look like you're a little lost."

	"Yeah, I am. Do you know where room 105B is?"

	And when she turned her innocent eyes and warm smile to him, Neal almost forgot to answer. She was so different from Nikki, or Sam. She looked at him like he was a real human being!

	"Um sure. In fact, I'll walk you there."

	"Thanks! Are all Southern boys always so nice?"

	He just smiled and shrugged. Then he looked into her eyes.

	"Are all Northern girls?"

	They talked all the way to the room, then stood out in the hallway, still talking as other students started emptying the halls. It was going great- better than it ever had for Neal! Finally there came THAT point, where they both stopped making small talk and stood, just smiling at each other. The point where Neal had to act or retreat, even though his stomach was a solid ball of ice.

	"Um, Jessica, I know you're not here for long, but um, I was thinking... tonight, are you... do you want to see a movie? Together? With me?"

	Her eyes lit up. "Oh, Neal, I-"

	"Mister Garrett!" called Principal Yoon's voice from behind him, along with the click-click of her heels toward him. She approached and stood in between the two. "Cutting it close to the bell, are we not, Mr Garrett?" She looked at him, grinning exactly as she had last night, while he apologized to her buck naked.

	"I'm sorry, Principal," he said, blushing at the memory. "We were almost leaving."

	"Good. And, oh, by the way... did you finish your assignment for me?"

	"Yes," Neal answered, now looking at the ground and REALLY blushing. As he opened his backpack to find it, Yoon turned to Jessica.

	"You're the new student here, from the North? Jessica, was it? Are you enjoying your time here?"

	"Yes Ma'am."

	"Excellent! Ah, thank you, Neal," she said as he handed her the sheets he had hastily scribbled on the morning bus ride. Hopefully, Neal thought, Yoon would just leave so Jessica would never know-

	"You see, Jessica, Neal got into a little trouble yesterday," she said, flipping through the sheets right in front of her. Neal felt like he was riding a railroad over a cliff. "It appears that, after gym class, he had developed a certain... male condition which would not go away," Yoon told Jessica. "And this obvious condition almost caused a fight in the boys' shower, as one would suspect it wood... oops, sorry, Neal. I meant 'would'."

	Neal felt like he wanted to die. Right here. Right now.

	"Really?" Jessica asked.

	"And thus Miss Blather had to go into the Boys' Shower and extract him from the situation. Because of this, he was sent to my office, where I gave him this sentence to write as penance." In slow motion, Neal saw Yoon tilt the sheet toward Jessica, her eyes scan it, and look up at him. No! he thought, not her!

	"I see," his angel said, smirking at him.

	"And I believe he was also expecting a certain type of punishment when he returned home, were you not, Mister Garrett? A nude, over-the-knee spanking from your mother? Did you get it?"

	"Yes," he mumbled. Why, in front of Jessica of all people? Why was the universe so cruel?

	"You see, Jessica," Yoon told her, "Mr Garrett is basically a respectful, courteous young man, but even he needs a little correction now and again. With the memory of writing these sentences and the feel of his mother's hand falling on his bare bottom, hopefully he won't be tempted to think any... ungentlemanly thoughts in school from now on. Isn't that correct, Mr Garrett?"

	"Yes, Principal Yoon."

	"Very well. Carry on, then. Nice to meet you, Jessica." Yoon turned on her heel and happily clicked down the hall, her hips swinging with satisfaction.

	Neal, red-faced and staring at the floor, mumbled something like, "Igottago,bye," and started to shuffle away quickly.

	"Hey, wait a minute!" Jessica said. "Don't you want to go to a movie tonight?"

	"But, I thought... you still want to? With me?"

	She stepped close, to whisper. "So because I got you hard on the soccer field, you had to see the principal, and get spanked by your mother? Naked?"

	Face burning, he nodded, and Jessica got a big grin.

	"Well, after going through all that just for me, I guess I owe you a date, huh? Meet me at the movies at 7." Neal nodded again.

	Jessica spun around and disappeared into the classroom, leaving him stunned.

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	The date was going well. Great, in fact. Neal had started very nervous and clumsily, barely able to open doors for Jessica or pay for the tickets without stammering. But the more chivalrous he acted, the more she responded, smiling at him, and even patting his forearm once while they sat, watching the movie! Her warm touch sent goosebumps up his arm, and Neal decided to go for it.

	Instead of sitting quietly in the dark theater, as he assumed movie dates would go, Neal leaned in close to Jessica, and started telling her jokes. At first, she tried to stifle her laughs, and gave him a mock angry look, and hissed: "Shush!"

	Old Neal would have quit, too shy to continue. But tonight, he felt something. She was laughing at all his jokes. She wouldn't stop smiling at him. Neal felt... like a man. And then she leaned in to him, and told a joke of her own.

	Soon the pair were getting shushed from the people around them, they were giggling so much. Even when the movie ended, they walked to an ice cream shop, got sundaes, and still kept each other laughing.

	Jessica told him about the time her kindergarten friend had convinced her she could pee out her nose, and she spent all day trying it. He told her about the first time he had tried to ride a bike, and ended upside down in a rose bush, from where it took a hour for his mother to extract him.

	And far too soon, the sundaes were little puddles at the bottoms of their dishes, and the store owner was turning off the outside lights.

	Jessica fixed him with a stare. "Do you want to go back to your house, or mine?"

	He gulped. Not that he hadn't been thinking about that. Her soccer legs looked awesome in the tight jeans she was wearing, and Neal had been peeking at the little show of ankle between those jeans and her strappy sandals all night. But to hear the possibility, out loud!

	He grabbed her hand and started leading her toward his house, then froze. His house. His mother. Her rules. The foyer hamper. Nikki!

	With as much courage as he could muster, Neal said, "Let's try your house, this time."

	"Okay," she agreed. "Come on."

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	Jessica had led him, eyes shining, up her driveway and in the front door. They both paused to take off their shoes in the foyer, and then Neal got to sit on a living room couch wearing clothes, something he hadn't felt in years! His shorts did feel strange, constricting, against his butt, but at least he was covered!

	Jessica plopped down a few feet from him, eyes still bright. Neal knew he had to kiss her to get things started, but how? Should he just lunge at her, lips extended? He coughed. He knew he had to do something, NOW, before the moment got too long, but couldn't. Someone had to do something!

	"So," she said, "tell me about your house."

	"What?"

	"Are you like the families way down South? The ones that make men stay naked all the time?"

	He blushed. This wasn't the something he had hoped someone would do!

	"Jessica, I don't want to talk about...

	"I already know you still get spanked," she said. "So your mom must believe in a little bit of control. I'm just curious, is all. I've lived in the North my whole life." She put her soft hand on his forearm again, but this time, left it there. "So, you are kept naked at home?"

	"Jessica!" Neal said, face burning. He looked up at her and saw she was biting her lip, waiting for an answer. Her hand on his arm felt so comforting. "Yes."

	"Just for punishments, or all the time?"

	"Basically, all the time."

	"I'm sorry, Neal," she said when he frowned at her laughter. She covered her mouth and composed herself. "It's just so much fun to think about! You, walking around completely naked... Do you ever... get hard?"

	"What? I don't know. Sometimes."

	"Ohhh! That's so cute!" she said. Then Jessica smiled larger than she had all night. "Would you be more comfortable naked, right now?"

	He pushed away from her. "Jessica! No! I mean, are you going to take your clothes off, too?"

	She laughed, and this time didn't try to hide it. "No, silly! It's just our first date! The most you're getting is a kiss! I just thought you might want to strip, because of...

	She pointed at his lap, and Neal noticed that he had sprung a massive tent in his shorts in front of her, again!

	He slid to the far end of the couch.

	"No, this isn't what you think!" he said. "It isn't because of... I mean, I really like you and I don't want to rush anything-"

	Jessica broke up laughing. "I'm sorry! It's just so hard to take you seriously when you've got that huge boner in front of you! Come on, don't you want to slip into something a little more... naked?"

	Neal looked at the smiling blond next to him. She was supposed to be his innocent Northern angel! Now he was reminded more of Nikki than ever. "Jessica, I really don't feel comfortable-"

	"It'll be just like you're at home," she said. "We'll watch some TV, maybe I'll let you kiss me, and if you happen to get hard, that's okay! Please Neal, I just want to see what it's like, to have a hot, naked guy walking around my house!" She started reaching for his belt and Neal jumped from the couch.

	"I've got to go," he mumbled, picking up his shoes at the door. "This isn't what I wanted!"

	"Neal, wait!" she cried from the couch. "I'm sorry! I just thought we'd both like it!"

	But there was only an open doorway, and the street beyond.

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	The sweat ran down Neal face on the basketball court, as he grabbed his own rebound and jumped, shooting it through the hoop. Since he was the only one on the court this early, he sprinted to the bouncing ball, ran back to the three point line, and jump shot again. Another swish.

	He had gotten home too late from his disastrous date for Nikki to tease him much, and left early enough to avoid her all together. Luckily, today was Saturday, and his mother had left out his weekend shorts so he could escape to the blacktop.

	He sprinted all around the court, getting his rebounds, dribbling to a spot and jump shooting, not resting for a moment. When he rested, he thought of last night. And so he didn't rest.

	Eventually, his breath gave out and Neal bent over, hands on knees and sucking air. Sweat dripped off his bare chest onto the blacktop.

	She was supposed to be different! he screamed in his mind. Someone he could like! Was every woman in this blasted world a cocktease at heart? If so, then what should he do?

	"Neal! There you are!" Nikki yelled, stamping onto the court. She looked painfully sexy as always, in a thin white sundress that fluttered around her panty line in the breeze, showing off all of her tan legs. "I told you to stay at home this morning, so Sam could come over and play with your balls!"

	That gave Neal his second wind, and he stood up, and started slowly dribbling the ball around the court.

	"Yeah, well, I decided to leave." He threw up a lazy hook shot which clanged off the rim.

	"But I told you to stay! You can't leave!"

	"Guess I can." Another hook shot. Brick.

	"And where were you last night!"

	"None of your business." Swish.

	"That's it, Neal! I'm telling mom how rude you're being! Come home right now and so you can get punished!"

	"Oooh, that's good incentive." Swish. "Sorry Nikki, I'm on a roll. I think I'm staying here for a while."

	"What! For how long!"

	"As long as I want," he said.

	"You have to come home sometime. What are you going to do, live out here?"

	"Maybe." Swish.

	"Come home right now! That's an order!"

	"We're not at home. I don't have to follow your orders."

	"Yes you do! I'm your sister, and I could strip you right here and drag you home by the balls, if I wanted to!"

	Neal considered how flimsy the nylon shorts hiding his nakedness from the world were, how hot the anger burned in her eyes, and shuddered. She probably couldn't, but there was always a chance... especially in Peternia. But, with all the courage he could muster, Neal looked at her, spun the ball in his hands, then jump-shot. Swish.

	"That's it!" she said, then inhaled deeply. "HELP! POLICE! HELP!"

	"Are you crazy?"

	"HELP! MURDER! RAPE! FIRE! HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME!

	Nikki only had to scream for 15 more seconds before a policewoman came sprinting around a corner, skidding to a stop on the court.

	"What's going on here!"

	Nikki smiled at her brother triumphantly, then said, "My brother won't listen to my commands. I need you to help me strip him."

	Neal gulped as the cop turned towards him. She was lean, but the defined, long muscles shown off by her uniform tee shirt attested to many, many hours in the gym. And she had a hard look in her eye, like she was squinting into the sun. Neal started to feel very panicked. He didn't want to be dragged home by the balls!

	The office smiled like a wolf over dinner, looking his body up and down.

	"Little miss, I would love to," she said, stepping toward him. "And it wouldn't take long, either."

	"Ma'am, please...

	"Boy, you better not run. That'll make it worse." Neal stopped backing up and the officer was standing in his face. "What's a matter?" she asked, slipping a finger in between his waistband and his skin, and sliding it around. "Don't want me to rip these little panties off you? So you can walk home like a good little boy, with your dick flopping in the wind?"

	Oh no, Neal thought. Not now!

	"Ooh, maybe you do," the cop said in her alto voice, eyes trailing to the erection in his pants. "Alright, enough foolishness," she said, and Neal prepared for the worst.

	She slipped her finger out of his shorts and slapped him hard on the ass. "Now get home, both of you!"

	"What!" Nikki cried. "Aren't you going to strip him?"

	"Here?" the officer asked. "In a public playground? You must be nuts, little lady."

	"But I want him naked!"

	"Miss, this isn't the deep South. We've got SOME standards. Now get on home, because it wouldn't take me long to send YOU running home bare ass naked, either!"

	Nikki gasped and stepped back, covering herself with her hands over the dress.

	"Sorry for the trouble, officer," Neal said, slowly walking off the court.

	"Di nada. And try to think about baseball on the way home, huh?" she chuckled, looking one last time at his blatant erection, then walking away.

	Nikki huffed behind him all the way home, muttering.

	Of course she tried to tell their mother what had happened, while Neal stood naked in the kitchen beside her.

	Mrs Garrett listened to both stories, then put down her cutting knife and carrots, and sighed.

	"I have tried to raise you kids up right, to understand your places in the world, but I guess I haven't completely succeeded." She sighed again. "Neal, don't you know that you should listen to your sister's commands, inside the house or not?"

	"But she wanted me to strip! Outside!"

	"I know. And despite all my efforts to remove your shyness, your fear of public nudity simply will not do. You are male, after all. It looks like I have to take stronger measures."

	"All right!" Nikki said. "Are you going to make him cut the lawn naked? Or, Sam and I were thinking, he could go to his graduation with nothing on under his gown!"

	Tina Garrett sighed again. "And you're the other half of the problem, Nikki."

	"What?"

	"You have to learn what are appropriate commands or not, AND how to make sure boys follow them. You being a weak leader is half the reason Neal gets into the jams that he does."

	She looked up at the ceiling, then back at her two kids.

	"So I'll have to take you both on a field trip, so that Neal can get over his fear of being naked, and so Nikki can see what it takes to get men to obey her. Okay, kids. After Neal's graduation, we're going to take a vacation to the deep South."

- Chapter 5

	Neal fidgeted in the passenger seat. The scenery didn't look much different as they drove- same types of trees, same kinds of houses along the highway. But each minute, each mile south brought him closer to- what?

	What really worried him was the luggage tied to the car's roof- one suitcase for his mother, one for Nikki, and one for Sam, still bristling with glee at Nikki's invite. And that was all.

	His mother had stonewalled his questions, simply ordering him to get in the car. But just the one set of his usual tee-shirt, shorts, sock and shoes he wore wouldn't get him through two weeks of vacation, would it? And they were going to a beach resort- what would he swim in?

	I don't care if it is a nude beach, Neal fumed. If my mother thinks I'm going to swim naked in front of everyone, she's wrong! I don't care if I have to stay in my room the whole trip! The only people who are going to see me nude this trip are my mother, and the giggle twins!

	Neal knew he shouldn't look back at the laughing girls in the backseat, but found his neck creeping around anyway. Both were wearing short white tennis skirts, and both had kept their hips pointed at him and their knees slightly apart, daring him to peek at their panties for the last two hours.

	But because he was still sore at Nikki, Sam, Jessica (whom he had avoided completely all the way through graduation), and women in general, he hadn't looked between those knees at all. Basically. For the most part. Only enough to know Sam's were white with little flowers on them, and Nikki's pink silk.

	Even that quick glance, an hour ago, had given Neal an embarrassing problem to cover for five minutes. He was going on what- five weeks now, with no relief? His morning wood was morning steel now, and his balls always full and tight in their sacks. So he knew he shouldn't look. He should just keep staring straight ahead.

	But, what were those damned girls giggling so much about? Neal pretended to tilt sideways to read his magazine, stretched his peripheral vision to the limit, then swallowed, hard.

	Nikki had her long, thin bottle of suntan lotion clenched between her upper thighs, its cap off and tip pointing at the ceiling. Of course, with Peternian women directing product development and Nikki directing placement, the cylinder topped with a semi-circular head sticking up from her lap made it look like Nikki was sporting a hard pink, plastic penis. And Sam was giving it a loving handjob.

	Neal watched in awe as her fingers, covered in white slippery lotion, glided up one side of the shaft, gave the head a twist, and slicked down the other side. He gulped, recognizing the same stroke Nikki used to drive him crazy, then saw she was guiding Sam's actions with whispers in her ear and urgent thrusts of the plastic bottle, mimicking Neal's actions when he was begging for just a little more.

	Causing all the giggling was that each time Sam did the motion right, Nikki would squeeze her thighs together, causing a little blurp of suntan lotion to push out onto Sam's fingers. The effect was of Sam coaxing a slow, unending orgasm from her best friend's pink penis, and it was apparently the funniest thing either of the girls had ever seen.

	As Neal watched, Nikki clenched her legs hard. Sam squealed as lotion shot a foot in the air, almost up to her face. But she kept stroking, and Nikki kept squeezing, until there was white lotion all over Sam's hand and arm and pouring off of all four of their tanned, bare thighs.

	Nikki slumped back in her seat feigning satisfaction, panting with a goofy smile on her face. Then she dipped her hand in the lotion lake on Sam's thigh, coating it in white goop.

	"Hi, big bro," she said, waving at him. "Bring back any memories?"

	"Hi Neal," Sam added, waving with her own white-covered hand at him. "Wish you were here!"

	The girls collapsed into a laughing fit as Neal spun to look forward, face burning at being caught. His pants had suddenly gotten tight, and he looked down to see he was not only steel hard, but leaking a spot of pre-cum on his shorts!

	"Are you girls wasting lotion back there?" Mrs Garrett called, looking in the rearview.

	"No mom, we're going to use it all!" Nikki replied. "Right Sam?"

	"Sure! But it is a lot...

	"Here, let me rub this puddle into your legs."

	"And I could put this onto your arms...

	"Mmmm, these are firm- have you been running more?"

	"No, just pilates after school. Lift up your shirt, so I can get to your belly-"

	"Ooo! That tickles!"

	Of course the chatter didn't help Neal soften his problem, even though he didn't dare look back. In fact, it made his tent harder, and his pre-cum spot spread. And it was at this moment the car started to slow down.

	"What's happening?" he demanded. "Why are we stopping?"

	"A checkpoint of some sort," he mother answered, motioning with her head.

	The car purred to a stop in front of a swing gate, and two female officers stepped out of a guard shack, one coming up to each side of the car. The one on the driver's side approached professionally, while the one on Neal's side leaned far into his open window, giving him a great look down her uniform shirt at her firm cleavage.

	"Hello officers. How can we help you?" Mrs Garrett said.

	"You folks visiting from the North?" the closer one asked, while the one on Neal's side simply looked at the twitching tent in his shorts and smiled.

	"Yes ma'am. Just for a few weeks."

	The officer looked at the mom, the two girls in the back, then to Neal. "We're going to need him to step out of the car." The other officer stepped back and opened Neal's door for him.

	"What? I don't understand," he stammered, his heart beating faster.

	"Oh, officer, are we entering a 24/7 community?" Mrs Garrett asked.

	"Yup. We're going to need the boy to disrobe."

	"What? Here!" Neal said.

	"You have to, Neal," his mother said. "In some areas of the South, it's not even my say if you can wear clothes. Some areas have rules that all men must stay naked ALL the time, no matter what their women want. We must have just entered such an area."

	"But it's on the side of the road! Anyone could see!"

	The officer on Neal's side pulled the baton from her belt and started slapping it against her open palm.

	"Neal," his mother said, sternly. "I'm going to count to three. And then the officers and I are going to make sure your vacation starts off on a VERY bad note. One. Two-"

	Neal scrambled out of the car and stood, shaking in front of the smiling border guard. She raised one eyebrow at him, and he peeled off his shirt and started to put it back in the car.

	"Nuh-uh, little man," she said, holding up a black plastic bag in front of him. "Fold it first," she added, when he tried to stuff the shirt in there.

	With shaking hands, Neal did, followed by adding his shoes and socks. Hands on his fly, Neal turned to look back in the car. It didn't look like his mother was going to save him, and Nikki and Sam were just all smiles, their arms and legs glistening from where they had rubbed the lotion in.

	"Come on, we don't have all day!" the officer barked at him, the shock of the woman's voice made Neal start unbuttoning his shorts almost by instinct. Gulping, he slipped them down his legs as Nikki and Sam whistled. The officer grinned even wider as his hard penis popped out in front of him, bobbing in the air while he folded the last of his dignity and put it into the bag she held. After which, she took two steps over to a wood burning stove standing next to their guard shack, opened the door, and threw the bag in.

	"No!" Neal yelled, as the stove's chimney spat out a puff of grey smoke, then nothing at all.

	"Sorry ma'am," the serious officer told Mrs Garrett. "We've had a lot of smuggling into this area. It's safer just not to let any male clothes in, because they usually end up on the black market."

	"A black market for boys' shorts?" Tina Garrett asked. "Why would anyone want those?"

	"To escape, ma'am. Naked guy runs north across the border, it's not hard for the police to figure out where to send him back. But a runaway male wearing even some clothes can blend into a northern crowd. You don't have anything in the suitcases, do you?"

	"No, just things for the girls and I."

	"Okay, you're free to move along. To cover what you lost to the stove, here's a $50 gift certificate to the downtown Sadie Hawkin's market." She looked at the shivering Neal, outside the car trying to cover his dick and butt with his hands, then finally broke a smile herself. "Anything you might want him to wear during your vacation, you should be able to find there."

	"Thank you officer. We will. Come along, Neal!" Tina called to the shocked boy, who was still looking at the stove. He bent over, trying to stumble into the car with his hands still covering him. As he did, Neal felt a sure set of fingers clasp his balls from behind.

	"Nice tightness on this sac, by the way, ma'am," the smiling officer said, rolling Neal's nuts around as he remained frozen, bent over. "How long has it been for him?"

	"Oh, just two weeks. Yes, our little guy does recharge fast! Thank you, officer."

	"No, thank you," she said, tugging the smooth, shaved ball sack one more time, then releasing it so Neal could sit down.

	As the car started forward, Neal suddenly realized that the closest clothes he could wear for the next two weeks, probably the closest men's clothes for miles, were slowly burning in that stove by the side of the road. He spun around to look at the receding shape in panic, and his stomach felt like he was falling off a cliff.

	What would he do now? For two weeks!

	"Two weeks since he came?" Sam asked. "I thought-"

	"Shhh!" Nikki said, but Mrs Garrett turned to the girls.

	"Isn't that right, Nikki? I told you to let Neal orgasm the night I announced this trip, to let him relax."

	"What!" Neal exclaimed.

	"Oops," Nikki said, smiling at Neal. "I guess I forgot." She and Sam broke up laughing.

	"Nikki! So it's been almost five weeks? What will I do with you? Neal must be going crazy!"

	"Sorry Neal, I guess I owe you one!" his sister said, laughing and flashing her pink panties at him again.

	"Oh Neal, I'm sorry," his mother said, tousling his hair. "These last two weeks must really have been hard on you." She looked from Neal's anguished face, to his throbbing cock, then started giggling herself. "Hard... on..." she snickered. "Nikki, now you've got me doing it!"

	With all three females in the car snickering at his predicament, Neal crossed into South Peternia naked and hard.

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	Neal clamped his eyes shut as soon as he caught a glimpse of the first naked male, a man bending over to garden on the outskirts of the town.

	He really didn't want to look. But as Nikki and Sam laughed louder and louder, his imagination started running wild until he couldn't bear not to see what they were cheering about. And it was worse than he could have imagined.

	They had driven into a small downtown area, and all around the sidewalks were completely naked men. No watches, no shoes, nothing except the hair on their head. Except some few lucky ones which were wearing chastity belts, offering a little protection from prying hands. The unlucky ones were wearing some kind of leash Neal had never seen around their cock and balls, the other end always in the hands of a smiling woman. And the VERY unlucky ones wore neither of those, open prey for any woman on the street.

	With the car stopped at a light, Neal watched as one very unlucky man stood, waiting for the light to change, when a group of three girls came up behind him. Without even speaking, the blond of the group grabbed his penis and started massaging it to hardness. Another began playfully pinching his butt and the third made a big show of licking her index finger, then slipping it behind his butt cheeks to do something Neal couldn't see.

	But the man reacted to that finger, launching up on his tiptoes and staying there until the light changed, when the girls giggled off across the street, leaving him hard and shaking. So flustered he almost stepped in front of the bumper as Mrs Garrett started forward.

	"Be careful!" she yelled at him, slamming the brakes. "Wouldn't want you to have an accident!" she laughed, swerving around the man. Neal looked back to see the man, pre-cum flowing from his red penis, start to move his hands in for that last, relieving stroke, then stopping when a police officerette walked by.

	That was why he didn't fight back, Neal thought, noticing in horror just how many blue clad officers were walking around the streets. And how... eager they looked to use the paddles swinging on their belts. The men on the streets gave them extra berth as they walked by, and Neal didn't blame them. He didn't want to be anywhere near those women, or the random ones on the street, for that matter!

	The car went forward another block then parked at a meter.

	"Here we are," Mrs Garrett announced. "My map says this is just a block from our resort but within walking distance of the Sadie Hawkin's Market. Everyone out. Neal, that means you too."

	"No, please, Mom, can't I just stay in the car?"

	"Oh, so it's going to be this way, is it?" she said. "Fine. Girls, watch Neal, I'll be back in a minute." The door slammed.

	"Ooooooo!" Nikki said. "You disobeyed her again!" She leaned forward between the seats, giving him a great peek down her cleavage, and patted Neal's thigh. "You know what I love about you, big brother? You don't get to wear clothes, you never get to cum, and you STILL make it worse by not listening to commands! Keep it up! I want this to be the funnest vacation ever!"

	"Oh my god Nikki, look at this one!" Sam yelled, pulling her back. Both girls stared in awe at a man walking by, with a 9 inch erection pointing the way for him.

	"Wow, what does that monster feel like?" Nikki asked Sam.

	"Forget that, what do those balls feel like?" Sam replied. "It would take one hand to crush each one!" They laughed, then Nikki saw another specimen on the other side and they slid over like marbles on a rolling ship. Then back again as a woman led three men on leashes behind her- one with plug up his ass!

	Neal sniffed, watching the girls become dizzy at all the erect males parading by. Why didn't they have some self control? He didn't feel the need to comment about every hot chick walking by. Why, there were two incredibly sexy teenagers in the car with him, and he hadn't once mentioned out loud how cute their feet were, or how their breasts bounced as they pointed out the window. Or how, trying to get a better look, Nikki was supporting her weight by putting a hand on high Sam's thigh, and her soft cheek on Sam's shoulder. Or how Sam wasn't protesting, even as that hand rode higher and higher, to the very juncture of her bare hip-

	Neal's car door swung open and his mother had the leash around his cock and balls before he could even turn back around.

	"Thanks for distracting him girls! Now out you come!" she said, pulling firmly. Neal felt his balls explode and jumped out of the car to ease the pain. As soon as he was out, Mrs Garrett started down the sidewalk, giving the leash another long pull.

	Unable to think of anything but the yelling in his balls, Neal scuttled after her.

	"So I guess you've changed your mind about being outside, Neal?" she asked, spinning back towards the car. He wasn't prepared for the 180 and the black leather leash tightened again.

	It didn't just pull, Neal realized. Each yank of the leash simultaneously tightened a loop around the bottom of his shaft, keeping him hard like a cock ring, and a loop around the top of his balls, pulling them down in their sack toward any the direction the leash bearer was.

	"And I'll guess you'll be eager to keep up from now on, hmmm?" Tina asked, switching direction again. This time Neal matched her better, but his nuts still got a little pull.

	She turned suddenly again, and then they were back in front of Nikki and Sam's window.

	"I'm waiting for an answer," Mrs Garrett said, raising her end of the leash until it was almost taut.

	"Yes, yes I will!" he stammered.

	"And when I ask you to do anything for the rest of this vacation, I expect a snappy, 'Yes ma'am!', is that clear?" She pulsed the leather.

	"YES ma'am!" he squeaked, raising on tiptoes to relieve the tension.

	"Wonderful devices," Tina marveled, turning the leash over in her hand. "So simple, yet effective. I don't think you'll be going long these two weeks without one. Now, open the door for the girls."

	"Yes ma'am!" Neal heard himself saying, while letting Nikki out. She stepped out, then examined the loops around his genitals as Sam exited.

	"This is such a cool idea!" Nikki exclaimed. "Look, Sam! He gets his little boysacks pulled AND it keeps his boner up!"

	"Hmmm. Perfect," Sam murmured, one hand tracing the same lines as his sister had while her other cupped his buns. With all the attention, Neal didn't need ANY help keeping it up, now.

	"Come along girls, let me show you the Sadie Hawkin's market before we check in to the hotel. Nikki, if you would do the honors...

	Neal watched in horror as his mother handed the leash's end to his sister.

	"Give him a chance to keep up, at least in the beginning."

	"I will, mom," she replied with a devious twinkle in her eye.

	Neal felt the leash jerk immediately, and the next few minutes were a blur. He had to focus entirely on where Nikki was heading and what her leash hand was doing, because she kept the leash very tight and very short.

	His whole world became the angle of her hips and her bend of her elbow, to try and predict Nikki's next step. And just when he had gotten good enough to not get his nuts crushed at every step, Nikki started feinting, moving her arm one way and her body another. And she took the most ridiculous paths through the sidewalk crowd, going in between and around when she should have gone straight.

	Some small part of his brain registered that he was, for the first time, walking around outside, completely naked, in the middle of a city crowd, but he had to stay too focused on Nikki's hips to let the thought sink in. His only moment's rest came when she said, "You can stop looking at my butt now, big bro. We're here."

	Neal, panting, finally looked up at the world beyond her skirt and the blood left his face.

	The outer ring was an open air farmer's market, with women standing behind tables filled with items, none of them vegetables. But the center was a large square platform half the size of a city block, and on each corner, a crowd had gathered to watch a man standing on it. Neal couldn't tell what was going on up there, but none of the men were alone, and none of them were making happy noises. The all-female crowds, however, were. A lot.

	Huffing, Sam suddenly appeared besides them.

	"Where did you go?" Nikki asked.

	"I couldn't keep up with the turns you were making, Danica Patrick!" she replied. "Besides, Neal's butt clenches each time the leash pulls," she added, grabbing two handfuls of his buns and kneading. "It's fun to watch!"

	"Girls! There you are! Come here, I need Neal for a measurement!"

	They headed towards the sound of her voice, ending in front of a table holding about one thousand male chastity devices.

	"Mom, please! I-ungh!" Neal said, before Nikki snap pulled the leash.

	"Thank you, dear," Mrs Garrett said to her. "Just what I was thinking. Now Neal, front and center. The nice lady needs to take some measurements of you."

	He gulped and stepped toward the thirty-ish woman in jeans and a t-shirt, who began reaching for his genitals immediately. Before he could protest she had a firm grip on his firm shaft, and used her other hand to deftly slip off his cock-leash. She pulled him even farther forward using his God-given leash, then slipped fingers like a ring around his balls. And that's when the feeling hit him.

	He felt a light breeze tingle the little hairs on his neck. The bright sun was warming his back and his bare butt. The sidewalk felt cool under his bare feet. A woman he had never seen before was holding his throbbing cock and shaved, full balls, apparently taking measurements just with her fingers. And around him was a huge crowd of clothed women, in jeans, skirts, dresses and bikinis.

	Neal Garrett had never felt more naked and exposed in his life. And he didn't know anything he could do about it.

	The woman picked up one belt from her table, then put it back. "Is he always going to be so full around the balls?" she asked.

	"The way he's been acting lately," his mother answered, "yes."

	The merchant snickered, then shrugged. "I'll use the normal ring, anyway. A little extra tightness around the balls never hurts. Me, anyway." She picked up a smooth, blue plastic chastity belt.

	"Do you have one in pink?" Nikki asked.

	"Of course, little lady. And you're right, that would look extra cute on such an athletic young man like this. But nothing's going to fit on him in this condition."

	"Oh, we know how to fix that! Right Sam?"

	Neal doubled over as the other girl reached between his legs and squeezed. Long squeeze, brief release, long squeeze, Sam was really getting good at this, even from behind, where she couldn't see his face.

	The merchant slipped the curved tube over Neal's soft cock, and snapped a tight ring around the top of his sack. It took effort to close, and pushed his bursting balls to the very bottom of his sack. He winced.

	The merchant pulled a tiny padlock from her table and clinked it shut on the cage's eyelet, then stepped back. "So what do you say?" she asked. "Shall he be wearing it home?"

	"No, I'd much rather see him erect in public," his mother said. "It teaches him humility. But definitely box it up, along with the padlock." She turned to the teens. "So girls, what do you think? Have we found Neal's beach pajamas?"

	"Every night?" Nikki asked in glee.

	"And when he's out of our sight. I plan on doing a lot of shopping down here with just us girls, and I want to make sure all our good little Neal makes with his free time are sand castles!"

	"Awww, poor Nealy!" his sister laughed. As the belt seller took the tube off him, Neal started to harden up right away. "Wait, do you like that idea?" Nikki taunted. "All belted up and safe while girls in tiny bikinis walk past you, and all you can do is play in the sand like a good little boy?"

	Once again, Neal's cock answered for him.

	"Oh my god, he likes it!" Sam squealed. "Why would any boy like that?"

	"Because they're weird," Nikki said.

	"Missy, you don't know the half of it," the seller said, putting the tube in a box. "Most men swear up and down they would hate having their erections locked away. But I'll tell you what." She leaned in towards the girls and Neal. "Keep that cage on 24/7, only let him out for cleaning once a week, and after a year, that firm, plastic grip around their naughty bits becomes like a comforting security blankie. They actually beg to be put back in. Wouldn't have believed it if my husband didn't do it himself."

	"So what did you do?" Nikki asked.

	The lady laughed. "I let him free for one week to remind him what he was missing, then put him in for six months straight! I mean, what's the fun of control if they don't cry when they see the belt coming out? But his goodies are never going to be out of my control again, and we both love that." She tapped the small gold key hanging on a chain around her neck. "Even if he does cry when he sees me flipping months ahead in the calendar!"

	"But don't you miss the... you know... sex?" Sam whispered.

	"Oh, I'm not missing anything! You see, I taught him to do these incredible things with his tongue-"

	"All right girls," Mrs Garrett broke in, pulling the teens away, "we've got to get going. Thanks for the belt, Miss. Nikki, mind the leash."

	Neal hadn't even noticed the merchant slip the noose around him again until Nikki's sharp tug.

	"Oh, Mom, don't we need some of THOSE for Neal?" Nikki asked, pointing. The group looked over to see a stand with 50 different shapes of vibrators hanging from it.

	"Um, not all the things here are for boys," Mrs Garrett said, blushing. "I'll take you there on one of the girls-only trips."

	"Oh. But can we at least see what those four crowds are doing?"

	"Yes, I guess that would be okay. But just for a bit, I need to relax on the sand after that long drive."

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	Nikki felt the excitement building as she weaved through the crowd. The women were waiting for something big to happen to the man on stage, and it was giving her tingles. She pulled angrily on the leash to make Neal keep up as she pressed further and further forward through the people.

	Now she could see more details of the stage. The man had been strapped down to some sort of horizontal massage-type table, cuffs holding his ankles down, and a strap holding his wrists to his waist.

	A woman sat on a chair beside his hip, her legs casually crossed at the ankles underneath the table, and she was stroking his penis like she had all the time in the world. Nikki could tell he didn't, by the way he was breathing and his toes were curling. But the woman on stage continued calmly petting his cock and balls like they were a Persian cat, and the river of pre-cum flowing off his hard abs told Nikki she knew exactly how to walk that fine line, for a long time.

	Nikki pressed closer, until she and Neal were in the front row. She could now hear the woman quietly saying something to the man that sounded like, "Are you ready? I think you're ready."

	Nikki pulled the leash in all the way, so that her brother had no choice but to press his hard penis right into the cleft of her ass. She flipped her skirt over his cockhead, so that she could grind her silk pantied-cheeks against him. Nikki didn't know why she did, but some moments just seemed to call for a hard cock against you.

	The woman on stage pressed a lever with her foot, causing the table to lower the man's head and raise his feet, and Nikki almost came right then.

	She clenched her thighs together, sending tingles up her spine. Sam clawed her way up next to them and asked, "What's going o-"

	"Shhh!" Nikki hissed, because she thought she had heard the woman whisper to the man. And it sounded like, "Open your mouth."

	The man shook his head urgently, clamping his mouth shut.

	"Oh, my, god," Nikki whispered, grinding harder against the cock on her ass. She slid her legs against one another, causing her pussy lips to rub.

	The crowd hummed with excitement. Quietly, but steadily building, they were chanting, "Good girls... Good girls...

	Nikki definitely heard it this time. Or thought she did. The woman said, "Open. Your. Mouth." She was still stroking the man to within an inch of his life, his penis now pointing down at an angle directly towards his face. The pre-cum flowed down his chest and around his neck. "You know you want to. You know you like it. And I won't let you cum until you do."

	Finally, slowly, the man opened his mouth. The crowd cheered, and Nikki felt her juices running down her thighs and dripping off her knees.

	"Good girls... Good girls..." the crowd mouthed. The woman wagged one finger at them, a sign to wait, then started stroking for real. The man thrashed in his restraints, but was trapped. Nikki saw his muscles tensing, the same ones she used to read Neal's point of no return.

	"Lick your lips!" the woman commanded, and he did. "Open wider! Wider!" He did, his jaw wide and tongue reaching out. "Open your eyes! AND KEEP THEM OPEN!"

	Nikki felt on the verge of fainting. The woman now stroked with one hand, and held up the other to the crowd, five fingers spread wide. Then four. Three. Two. One.

	"GOOD GIRLS ALWAYS SWALLOW!" the crowd yelled as one, as the man exploded a massive load of cum all over his own face. Rope after rope after rope shot onto his eyes, nose, and chin. At least half went directly into his mouth, and Nikki clenched her thighs together and orgasmed right there on the street.

	After the woman on stage had drained absolutely every drop of her man's cum onto his face, she scooped up some from his eyes on one finger, held it aloft to the crowd, then presented it in front of his lips.

	"Good Girls Always Swallow!" the crowd chanted again, and the man, having no choice, licked her finger clean. And again, and again, until there was nothing left to scoop off his face.

	The crowd broke in to loud applause, the woman took a few deep bows, then unbuckled the man and threw him a wet cloth. He simply lay on the table, spent.

	Nikki stood, weak in the knees from the orgasm, as the crowd dispersed. The hard cock against her ass twitched, and Nikki turned her head back, so that her mouth could whisper in her brother's ear.

	"Neal, I swear on these soaked panties that I'm wearing that I'm going to have you up on that stage one day."

	She could tell by his eyes that her brother was terrified almost to the point of tears, which only redoubled her hunger to do it.

	"Nikki! Neal! Sam!" Mrs Garrett called out. "Let's go! The beach is calling!"

	Nikki stepped forward until she was inches from Neal's face, then reached down and slowly ran her long fingernails over his balls with a feather light pressure.

	"One day," she promised. "Very soon."

- Chapter 6

	Remembering Nikki's promise, it was a very contrite Neal who carried their girls' bags to the resort and waited as they teased the concierge with peeks up their short skirts, then ran away laughing when he got flustered and hard. They ordered Neal to carry their bags to the house, then ran upstairs to try on every bikini they had brought. Neal just sat in the living room, hoping the girls would forget he or the Sadie Hawkins market even existed.

	And when they finally flounced down the stairs, Nikki in white dental floss suit that looked spectacular against her even tan and dark hair, and Sam in a more conservative, yet still eye-catching, blue bikini, Neal tried his best not to look, because waiting alone had finally made his penis go comfortably soft for the first time in hours.

	But just having the girls around, skipping barefoot into the kitchen to get glasses of milk, applying suntan lotion to each others' backs, their breasts bouncing as they giggled-

	"Someone's thinking dirty thoughts!" Nikki sang, and Neal knew he was in trouble, even before she pointed at the erection which had completely snuck up on him.

	"Well, remember from before?" Sam asked. "I guess suntan lotion turns nudie Neal on!"

	"Okay, if that's the case..." Nikki said, heading toward him.

	"No, I wasn't- it just happened!" he pleaded, as she dragged him by the balls out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where Nikki handed him the bottle of lotion.

	"Your turn, big bro! Let's see if you like being watched putting on lotion!" When Sam locked the front door, Neal knew he had no choice.

	As he started on his shoulders, Nikki yelled, "Make sure you get EVERYTHING, big brother! We wouldn't want those cute balls to get burned!" And that's when the crowd started gathering.

	Older women who smirked behind their dark sunglasses, teenagers who simply stood there with huge smiles, mothers explaining anatomy to their young daughters and tapping their feet waiting for him to get to the good parts- the crowd was truly a mix of every possible embarrassment Neal could have imagined.

	Which made it even worse when Neal did get to the good parts, because he realized the moment he put his slick hand on his dripping hard penis, he was going to cum if he moved an inch. Right here, in front of the world!

	He had been teased too long, his hand felt too good, for him to have a chance at holding back. Hand frozen, he looked at Nikki desperately.

	"Oh no!" she yelled. "I'm not giving you permission to make a cummie! One drop and I'll spank you right here!"

	Which immediately set half the crowd cheering for him to cum, and the other half for him to hold back. The younger girls in the crowd wanted to see a boy spurt all over himself, then get punished, because they had never seen either. The older women and mothers who had seen their fill of male orgasms and spankings, all cheered for him to resist, because they found the sight of a muscular, young boy mashing his teeth to hold back an obviously huge load of sperm delicious.

	Neal couldn't even spare enough thought to explain that he had been asking Nikki for permission to stop! He hated the thought of losing control in front of so many laughing strangers, but he couldn't move his hand, or he would! Slowly, slowly, Neal peeled off one finger after another, never being safe from the ultimate embarrassment until the last digit came off, leaving his penis red, dripping and rock hard for the world to see.

	The younger part of the crowd awwwed, and the mothers applauded, until Nikki yelled, "You're not finished until you've covered it all!" Then the cheers were reversed, with good reason.

	Millimeters away from a gushing five-week orgasm, Neal gingerly applied suntan lotion to all of his cock, balls and butt, while dancing from foot to foot and moaning with the effort of holding his orgasm back. His addled mind didn't realize he was giving the crowd a much better and longer show than if he had just cum quickly.

	The women and girls giggled and hooted at his expressions and how often he had to stop, until Neal finally finished and removed his hands, a sweating, panting mess. Nikki came up and batted his prick once, the resulting bobbing almost sending him over. "And that's your lesson for thinking dirty thoughts while I put on my suntan lotion!"

	The crowd clapped, then started to disperse, and Neal noticed his own mother standing near the front door with a smirk on her face. Neal realized she hadn't stopped the show when she exited the house- she had watched and enjoyed it!

	Mrs Garrett walked past the girls, swinging her slim hips under her light sundress, only saying, "Neal, carry the gear, will you?"

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	And it worked. Waddling after the women down to the sand, arms loaded with their gear, gave Neal no chance to touch his penis just one more time and mess up. By the time they found their spot of sand, his need to cum wasn't mind-numbing, though he was still hard.

	But only after a few minutes of laying on their towels like languid supermodels, the girls started to get antsy. Neal heard them begin to rate all the other naked men on the beach, but making disappointed comments as none came close enough for a better look. They whispered to each other, then Nikki spun around to face their mother on all fours.

	Neal, knowing for the millionth time that he shouldn't look, still let his eyes drift over to the teen ass right in his face. He marveled at the tiny white string wedged between his sister's cheeks, and how the bikini bottom widened to cover her triangle in the front was riding a little to the side, so the barest of pussy lips showed, glistening with sweat.

	"Mom, can Sam and I go running? We haven't done our miles today."

	"Sure honey," the adult answered lazily from her beach chair. "But take Neal."

	"But Mom!" Nikki yelled, then whispered, "Sam and I wanted to do some boy watching!"

	Mrs Garrett grinned. "So do I, so take your brother with you. You can use the leash to make sure he keeps up."

	"Okay, I guess."

	Neal gulped when he realized the stretches the girls began doing weren't for his erotic benefit. While they still smiled and joked as Sam pushed Nikki's straight leg toward her shoulder, making her thong ride even tighter and showing the sides of her cute asshole to the world, these girls were getting ready to run. Far.

	Neal remembered he was a three-sport athlete, and older. But they were long-distance runners, in peak season. And they would have him by the balls.

	"Oh, and Nikki?" his mother said, as Nikki was approaching his privates with the leash.

	"Yes?"

	"Leave the top loop off- then the leash will pull on his testicles more."

	"Thanks mom!" she chirped, slipping only the bottom loop of the cock leash on him, so any tension would fall solely on his balls. And with a yank, they were off.

	Luckily, they started slow. And even though Nikki would occasionally sprint a few steps just to hear Neal yelp, the pace was a light jog which Neal could easily keep.

	And finally, he got to enjoy a sight: two firm girl butts in bikinis, bouncing in front of him, legs flexing and extending, cute feet kicking up sand, step after step. Bounce, flex, kick-kick. Neal actually enjoyed it, for the first mile.

	A quarter way through the second mile, Neal was poured in sweat. He had assumed the girls would stop and ogle men on the way, but just passing by seemed to be enough. He was panting, calves burning from pushing into the soft sand for each step, and the pull on his balls was only becoming tighter.

	One pull after he started to fall behind was enough- without the top loop, his balls felt like they were exploding! Neal started to loose peripheral vision from the lack of breath. His entire vision focused on that white string disappearing into those bouncing tan globes, and keeping up with it.

	Both girls surprised him by suddenly rambling to a stop. Nikki bent over, hands on knees, and now Neal had the time to see, their stomachs were heaving even more than his.

	Still breathing hard, Neal smiled. Neal wondered if maybe he didn't have to be so afraid of his kid sister and her friend. Not demi-goddesses nor all-powerful beings, even though the local laws might try to make them so. His penis soft from the exertion, adrenaline buoying his spirits, Neal realized they were just girls, after all.

	Unlike the woman running toward them. Tall, brown hair in a no-nonsense ponytail, long legs eating distance with each stride, she looked to be in college, or even beyond. All Neal knew as she approached, growing larger by the second, was that she was hot. Not cute- hot.

	Then she turned right for them, and Neal's heart started to thump. Luckily the hard running had softened him again, so he was able to at least look her in the eye.

	"You girls all right?" the stranger asked, not even out of breath.

	"Yeah..." Nikki panted, "it just feels like we ran SO far...

	"Soft sand works the calves much more than grass," the hottie offered. "Multiply your sand distance by three, and that's how far you would have run."

	"Oh, okay," Nikki panted.

	"Keep training on the sand, and when you return to grass, you'll be bionic."

	"Thanks," Sam replied, still huffing.

	"You look like you held up pretty well," the hot brunette said, turning to the standing Neal. "My name's Angie. How do you train?"

	"Well, I, uh, um," he stammered. She was talking to him! He coughed, then composed. This was his chance! "You know, I do some basketball in the winter and in the Spring I uh-"

	This time, Neal felt it start to happen, slowly and horribly. Her incredibly flat, hard, stomach. Her legs, sculpted out of marble like a Greek goddess. Nipples on perfect handful-sized breasts, poking against her tight sports bra with each deep breath. And her smiling attention-

	Neal, in plain sight of the hottest girl he had ever seen, was getting hard. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

	"And you know, I uh, um... lift weights... and," he stammered as his penis passed horizontal. Focus, focus! Not now! Breathe!

	"Yes, you sure do," Angie said, smirking and dropping her gaze right to his crouch.

	"No, I wasn't thinking about that! I just, ahhh-" He was fully hard now, pointing at the sky, and his penis waggled as he talked.

	"Well, I better get going," Angie laughed, stepping back. "That little guy looks ready to go off, and I'm miles from a shower. See you around, girls." She started to jog away.

	Imagining this tall beauty naked, with soap caressing her most intimates, the muscle at the base of Neal's cock pulsed again, thrusting his cock farther forward right as Angie looked back at him. She smiled, then was gone. Neal stood, painfully hard and blushing red.

	An amazed Nikki turned to an equally amazed Sam.

	"We are SO doing that again!"

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	And they did. The girls would spot a beautiful woman in the distance, Nikki would slip the leash off of him, and Sam would give Neal a slap on the ass to get him moving. The threat was always the same: make a real attempt to get that girl's phone number, or he would be going up on the Sadie Hawkins's table within the hour. And, if Neal was actually good enough to pick someone up, the girls promised they would let him cum back at the house.

	But Nikki and Sam didn't pick average-looking women Neal would have felt comfortable approaching. No, they picked stone cold foxes with huge fake breasts, sun-bathing supermodels wearing next to nothing, and even groups of giggling teen-age girls. And once she noticed getting hard in front of groups made Neal the most embarrassed, Nikki made him approach only those.

	Groups of twos and threes lying on blankets, groups of fours or sixes playing volleyball, and once, an entire 11-member cheerleading team with perfect hair and make-up, and sting thongs so tiny that every inch of their perfect butts showed to the world.

	And every time, as Neal would get uncontrollably hard looking at the buffet of cleavage, thongs and bare feet in front of him, the girls would start laughing, Neal would lose any chance of being smooth or getting a number, and that's when his two "babysitters" would show up.

	They would always apologize profusely, saying, I hope our 14-year old cousin wasn't bothering you, he likes to show off his hard pee-pee to girls, and yes, he does seem big for his age, but just look, he doesn't even have any hair down there yet, so how old could he be?

	Then Nikki would lean toward one of the girls and half-whisper, but he's big enough, because we caught him masturbating last week, which is why Mom is having us watch him! And all the girls would laugh, looking over the red-faced, hard and full-balled Neal, and having no trouble imagining him an over-excited teenager who couldn't keep from playing with himself if a woman wasn't watching him.

	Sam would say "Bad Nealie!", slip the leash on him, and give him three spanks on the butt, then make him apologize for not being able to control his erections in public before dragging Neal away by the balls. And as soon as they got out of sight, Nikki and Sam would roll on the sand in laughter, before finding another group to make him do it again.

	And even though Neal never got any girls' numbers, some offered them to Nikki and Sam, so they could hang out and help 'watch' Neal later! Nikki took every one, smiling at Neal as she did so.

	By the time they returned to the vacation house around sunset, Neal was emotionally exhausted and almost crying in embarrassment. He couldn't imagine ever approaching a girl again without picturing all those laughing groups in bikinis, and how he got hard in front of all of them.

	The girls were about to lead him inside for a shower to wash away his sweat, but then Nikki saw the outdoor shower on the side of the house, meant for those coming back from the beach to wash off sand before they entered. And as before, Neal was required to do a private task in full view of the sidewalk, showering and soaping himself as many fully clothed women walked by and made cat-calls.

	There were four vacation houses in a square, and across the courtyard between them, Sam spotted another outdoor shower running.

	"Nikki, look! There are two boys showering alone outside that house! Ohh, aren't they cute! And they're getting themselves hard!"

	"Hey!" Nikki yelled to the two teenagers across the courtyard. "Don't play with yourselves! My friend and I will be over to play with you in just a second!"

	The boys took their hands off their hard penises right away, shocked at being caught since no one in their family had been watching.

	"Sam, run inside and get Neal's cage, then lock him up. I'm going to have a talk with those boys' mother."

	As Sam squeezed his nuts and locked the chastity belt before running after Nikki, Neal just stood under the lukewarm stream and watched the two boys quiver and try to hide their erections as the sexy, confident girls strutted toward them.

	It just isn't fair, Neal thought. It just isn't fair!

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	"That was SO much fun!" Sam squealed, jumping into the bathroom's shower. She didn't really need one, having just spent a half hour under an outdoor showerhead, soaping and teasing the Ricardo twins with Nikki.

	"Yeah!" Nikki agreed, stepping into the large shower as well. They still wore their bikinis, but the hot, powerful indoor stream felt much better than the weak outdoor one had, even through clothes. She pushed her long hair in front of her face to wash it. "Especially when we started rubbing the tips of their dicks against each other! Did you see how embarrassed they got! But they still stayed-oh.." Nikki had brushed the hair out of her eyes to find Sam completely naked.

	"So hard!" Sam finished. "I know!" she said, soaping up her naked body, completely unaware of Nikki's stares. Sure, they had showered together in gym class, but this was so much closer, so much more intimate a setting. Nikki, embarrassed, turned and began to slowly remove her bikini as Sam continued.

	"And when we made them face each other, and started stroking them, and you said 'only the boy that cums first gets to cum at all', I thought they were both going to cry!"

	"Yeah," Nikki said, the memory making her laugh even as she slipped her bottoms off. The girls had started stroking the twins at the same time, but she had gone for agonizingly slow strokes while Sam had pounded away rabbit fast. Nikki's twin, thinking he was would lose the race and his chance to cum, had begged her to go faster. She could still hear his delicious pleads. But she only went slower as he mewed in agony.

	But a few chioce whispers into his ear and a soapy finger up his butt had Nikki's twin suddenly spurting all over the chest of his brother, to everyone's shock.

	Nikki turned to face her friend, naked and wet. "And then," she said, "what we made the other do to earn his cum!"

	"What, you think cumming in the crack of your brother's ass is worse than all over his chest?"

	"I think they both won't be able to look at each other for a long time!"

	"Or if they do, they'll both get boners!" Sam replied, and both girls broke up laughing. Nikki finally relaxed a little. It's just like gym class. It's okay for two girls to shower together, as friends. But then why are my nipples tingling everytime I laugh?

	Nikki blushed at the thought. To cover it, she asked, "Hey, can you pass the soap?"

	"Sure," Sam replied, and swung her arm out. It smacked right into the side of Nikki's breast.

	"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sam squealed. "I'm not used to how these huge things stick out. You really have nice tits, you know."

	"Thanks," Nikki said, blushing again.

	"They're so firm, like they're on a shelf," Sam said, then placed both her hands right on Nikki's breasts.

	"I mean, they just jut right out of you," Sam continued, completely oblivious to how her kneading was making Nikki squirm and rub her thighs together. She just kept rubbing her soapy hands all over Nikki's breasts and nipples, feeling their firmness. "Maybe someday I'll have a pair like those," Sam added, then let go and turned away, leaving Nikki panting in need.

	She looked hungrily over her friend's tight ass as Sam hummed and soaped it up. Nikki even imagined touching it before she mentally slapped herself. What are you thinking! You like boys! Strong, tough, naked, hard boys! Only, there weren't any strong boys like Bruce in Southern Peternia. All Nikki had found were pushovers like the Rodrigo twins.

	Fun to play with, but it still left her yearning for something... a challenge. Neal had used to be a challenge, and was still so cute when he was hard and begging, but now he was whipped like every other boy down here, she thought. No, I want someone who can stand up to me, someone fun, someone sexy like... Sam? Who had just turned around.

	"Were you just looking at my ass?"

	"No, I was just-"

	"It's huge, I know. I need to exercise more. Feel how flabby it is!"

	"No, I don't need to-"

	"Feel, feel!"

	"Okay," Nikki agreed, and grabbed two handfuls of her friend's smooth ass. "No, Sam, this is fine. It's very, uh, tight."

	"Really? So you think Neal will like it?"

	Nikki gulped as she stood naked, and watched water drip down Sam's back and thin waist as she held her smooth, firm buttcheeks. "Yes, absolutely."

	"Thank you Nikki! You're the best!" Sam twirled and gave her a big hug, rubbing nipples to nipples and stomach to stomach. "I've got to get out of here and see him before I turn pruny!" Sam bounced out of the shower and into their room, drying along the way.

	Nikki, left hanging in the shower with her nipples and clit tingling, thought, Huh, so that's what a cocktease is like. She got out of the shower, locked the door, then got back under the hot stream and slipped two fingers inside of her.

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	Neal had been lying on his bed, trying to see if he could slip the cage off without crushing his balls when Sam bounced into the room wearing only a tight t-shirt and panties.

	"Hi nude Nealie! Whoops, you shouldn't be touching there!"

	"No, I wasn't playing- it's just, you know, uncomfortable."

	"Aww. Poor baby," she said, jumping on the bed beside him. "But your new pajamas won't come off without a key. A very special little key." As she talked, Sam lay on her back like Neal, and stretched her legs completely out, crossing them at the ankle. And Neal noticed that, hanging near her tiny foot, on a thin silver anklet chain, was the key to his chastity belt.

	"I thought you'd notice my new anklet," she giggled, rotating her ankle for him to see. "Even if you don't kiss my feet anymore. Do you remember that night? When you licked all my little toes?"

	Neal winced as the cage bit around a growing erection, cutting it off. "Yes."

	"Would you like to do that again? Kiss and lick my feet tonight?" She wiggled her toes and the key. Neal gulped. Her toenails were painted pink, as before. "No," he finally replied. "What? But don't you like me?" "No, of course not!" "Why?" "Because you squeeze my balls every chance you get!" "That really hurts?" "Yes!" Neal yelled. "And it's not kind of a good hurt?" "No, Sam, it really, really hurts! It's the worst hurt a guy can feel!"

	"Oh," she said, leaning back. "I didn't know. It is a lot of fun making you yelp, but I'll try not to do it as much, okay?" "Whatever." "You still don't like me?" Sam asked, sliding her warm bare leg over Neal's. Just feeling her was making his cage tight. But the gentle contact was nice, after a long day of harshness.

	"No, Sam," Neal said, sneaking a look at her pink panties and the mound they held. "You're Nikki's friend, not mine." "But I'm also your first kiss. And I'm also the one who's got the key to your cock around my ankle."

	Sam saying 'cock' made Neal look at her face for the first time. And for the first time, he saw a girl with needs and a mind of her own. A girl with great legs and a flat stomach, lying in his bed in only her panties and a nipple hugging shirt. Whose needs were wanting him.

	Neal pounced on Sam, pinning her to the bed and kissing her with fire. She responded back, somewhat clumsily, and Neal used his hands and body to direct her. His cock was straining to break out of his cage, causing him pain, but he didn't care. He did care that the outside of the cage was rubbing against Sam's panties, causing a wet spot there. The wetter she gets, the more chance this thing comes off!

	They kissed feverishly for minutes, Neal respectfully keeping his hands on her shoulders and face, even though he wanted to reach under her shirt badly. Sam's hands, however, traveled all over his balls, butt, legs and back, feeling every inch of him.

	"Take this off," he begged, bumping her with the cage. Sam nodded, biting her lip, and started reaching for her ankle. Neal rolled onto his back, and Sam slipped the key into the lock.

	"Ahhhhhh!" Neal groaned, as the top of the cage pulled away and his penis popped out to full hardness. "That feels incredible!"

	"Everything going okay in here?" Neal's mother asked from the doorway.

	"Yes, yes, Mrs Garrett!" Sam squealed, straddling Neal's hips with both hands on his fully erect cock. "I was just, just, letting Neal out one last time before locking him away for the night!"

	"Ahh, I see," the mom replied with a knowing grin. "Yes, sometimes new cages can pinch a boy who is not used to them. Good thinking, Sam." By this time, the girl had stepped off the bed, and stood with her hands demurely behind her back.

	"You know what will help pinching? A little baby oil. I'll get some." Mrs Garrett returned a second later with a clear bottle. "Here, I'll show you how to apply this, and then we can let Neal get some sleep, all safe and locked up."

	"Yes, ma'am," Sam said, looking at Neal with eyes that said "I'm sorry!"

	So after a girl in pink panties and soft, soft hands applied warm baby oil to his aching cock and balls under his mother's thorough direction, Neal was stuffed back into his cock cage and left alone in the dark room. He pounded the sheets in frustration for 15 minutes, then cried himself to sleep.

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	The next morning, when Neal was woken up by a beaming Nikki and Sam, both wearing sports bras, running shorts, and track shoes, he groaned. They made him shower outside and shave his crotch extra smooth so they could keep up the "little baby cousin" farce, and then they were off.

	It was just like the previous day, with Nikki and Sam searching out the biggest groups of hot girls they could find, then making Neal approach them. In his state, every move made by a bikini-clad woman made something interesting shake or squeeze, and standing naked in front of so many of them would quickly make him pop a boner, always leading to his humiliation.

	Nikki and Sam, when they finally showed up, were picking up even more numbers and making even more friends, who liked how the two handled Neal and wanted to see much, much more.

	Halfway through the day, Nikki added another twist to the game.

	"Okay, stop here," she said, yanking the leash. "There's a group of five girls right over that dune." She slipped the leash off Neal, then started rubbing his penis. "When I say 'go!' you're gonna run towards them, boner boy!"

	"No, Nikki, please!" Neal panted as she worked him harder and harder, right up to the edge of orgasm and stopped. Once, twice, three times, until his penis was steel hard and dripping in pre-cum. She took him to the edge again, and hung him there for a minute, one stroke away from cumming.

	"Go!" she yelled, smacking him on the ass. "Run!" Neal stumbled over the dune and toward the group, now approaching them already hard! What could he do in this situation? Was there even anything to say?

	Luckily they were facing away from him, standing and talking. The closest was a young blonde with short-cropped hair, who had a killer set of legs and calves, like a star athlete.

	Neal got as close as he dared, then stammered, "Um, excuse me ladies, I was just, um wondering if I could have one-"

	The blonde turned, then said, "So! You won't get naked in my house, but this is how you approach me on the beach?"

	"Jessica! I'm sorry, Oh god!" Neal gasped, looking the blond from chapter 2 over. "I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry!"

	"Well, if this is your way of making it up to me," she said, looking at his hard, dripping penis, "I accept!"

	"Jess, do you know this guy, or should we call the police?" one of her friends asked.

	"No, he's okay. Everyone, this is Neal, the boy I told you about from my two weeks in Middle High. The one," she added, throwing him a look, "who kept getting hard around me but wouldn't take his shirt off because he was embarrassed. Neal, these are my friends from my old high school up north."

	He managed to wave, even though his heart was pounding out of his chest. Jessica, seeing me like this!

	"So, the way you avoided me the last two weeks of class, I thought you didn't like me anymore," she said. "Have you had a change of..." she looked at his throbbing penis, "heart?" Her friends giggled.

	"No, it's my sister and her friend," Neal spat. "They're making me try to get girls' numbers on the beach, like this." His face was burning red. "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

	"No, wait," Jessica said. "If you get a number, you get to stop?" Neal nodded. "Hey Janice, hand me your lipstick." One of her friends did, and Jessica grabbed Neal's hand and scribbled in his palm with the thick red point. "There you go. One bona-fide number of the place I'm staying down here. Maybe you'll actually call me." She let go of his hand. "Sometime."

	Neal stared at the huge, smudged red numbers, then back up at her smiling, angelic face.

	"Nealie! Nealie! Where did you get to!" Nikki theater yelled, coming over the ridge. "There you are! I'm sorry ladies, was my little 14-year old cous..." She trailed off as she saw Neal smiling, extending his palm defiantly out towards her so she could see the phone number written on it.

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	"What kind of ho gives out her phone number to a stranger on the beach anyway?" Nikki said, throwing open the door to their house. She flopped on the couch. "Some girls have no class."

	"Yeah, especially since he came at them with a huge wagging erection," Sam added, smiling at him. "No class."

	Nikki looked at her brother, who hadn't stopped grinning the entire way back, then barked, "Sam, get his cage!"

	"What!" Neal yelled. "We had a deal! I get to cum today!"

	"Oh, you will," Nikki said in a low voice. "You will. Right on your own chest, in front of every girl I can invite over to this house, after every one of them has had a chance to tease the living shit out of you!"

	"Nooo!" Neal cried, as Sam crammed his meat into the cage, and Nikki picked up the phone and started dialing.

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	Neal paced around his room that afternoon. Nikki had invited 8 girls, at least, and they were coming over in an hour. She had even called the mother of those male twins from next door, and the boys were being sent over as well, for extra entertainment. Her and Sam were buzzing around stores right now, gathering food and toys for the night's fun.

	Ten girls, two other boys, and him cumming at the end of the night- it was a nightmare! He had to find a way out!

	Neal ran to his mother's room, where she sat on a day bed, reading.

	"Mom! Mom, Nikki's having a slumber party here tonight-"

	"Yes dear, I know," she replied, turning a page.

	"And I really don't want to be here for it. Can I go out tonight? I'll stay locked up if you want me to. Please?"

	"Now Neal, I don't know. Even with that little cage on, the streets aren't safe at night for an unescorted young male. You'll be at the mercy of any woman you meet. And since the girls and I are all staying in tonight, I guess you're stuck too, unless you know of some young ladies willing to escort you out."

	Neal looked at his hand, and the red smudge Nikki had made him wash off. but not before he had memorized it.

	"I know one."

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	Neal paced outside of his mother's room, and after 20 minutes the door opened. His mother came out first, followed by Jessica. He looked at his mother expectantly.

	"Jessica is a very mature young woman, Neal. She and I have just had a good long talk, and I believe we understand each other, very well." She nodded at Jessica, who nodded back. "So yes, you may go on a date with her tonight." Neal sighed in relief. "But be back by 10."

	"Yes mother!" Neal said, already heading toward the door, then thought of something. "Jessica, I'll be right down, could you wait for me at the door?"

	"Sure, Neal."

	When she was out of hearing, Neal looked at his mother pleadingly. "The cage, Neal? I'm sorry, that has to stay on. It's only your first date, after all." "Okay," he sighed. "Oh, and we're going out to eat... can I have some money, you know, to pay?" "Of course, Neal," she said, reaching into her purse. "I'm glad to see you plan on being a gentleman tonight." She held up two bills, looked over his naked body, then started laughing. "But where are you going to put them?"

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	They ended up going in Jessica's purse, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Just as she appreciated Neal's winces of pain, every time she crossed her legs and let her strappy high heels dangle. She was still wearing the same red bikini which had looked great on her this morning, but had wrapped her lower half in a sarong which ended at her knees. The sarong let Neal peek at her bikini bottoms as if they were panties the entire night, and Neal found himself straining against his cock cage many, many times. Each time, Jessica would smile, wait a few minutes, then cross her legs again, to repeat the cycle.

	Besides that, the date went surprisingly well. They fell back into the pattern of their first time, each making the other laugh and being comfortable being silly. Neal almost forgot he was sitting naked in a restaurant, until Jessica did something to make him fill the cage again.

	They ended up talking a long while, then walking hand in hand along the beach. Neal carried Jessica's heels and purse for her.

	After they had reached a darker, isolated part of the beach, Jessica breathed deeply, smelling the fresh air, then said, "This will do," and plopped down on the sand. Neal was confused but followed, and they sat watching the waves, talking, and touching fingers to palms.

	After 10 minutes, Neal saw a look in her eyes that he had in Sam's: the Kiss Me You Fool!

	"Jessica?" "Yes?" "You know I want to kiss you so badly... but it will hurt." "Me, or you?" she asked. "Me! This cage, it's so tight. So, just until I can get it off, let's not-" "Oh, I can take it off." "What!" "Your mother gave me the key in her room. She said I could use it if I felt the time was right." "So you've been tormenting me this entire time?!?" Jessica grinned with shark teeth. "I didn't feel the time was right yet." She started digging in her purse, then pulled an object out, which gleamed in the moonlight. "Lean back, and stay still," she commanded.

	Because she had never done this, and because the moonlight wasn't all that bright, Jessica ended up fumbling around Neal's crotch for the better part of ten minutes, the touch of her soft fingers making him bite against the cage the entire time. Finally, he heard a click and his penis catapulted out into the open air, fully hard in seconds.

	"Oh, thank god," he gasped, savoring the feeling. Jessica took the cage entirely off, and flung it onto the sand.

	"Now, where were we?" she asked rhetorically, then pounced on him. They kissed for an hour, him naked, her clothed and grasping his balls and thighs.

	"Jessica," he panted, "Please!" Five weeks of cum, five weeks of teasing, Neal didn't have any more words than that. She nodded, understanding.

	Kneeling between his legs, she began slow strokes, then stopped. "No!" he yelled.

	"Hush," she commanded, reaching into her purse. "I'm only getting some lotion, you baby. You're going to cum."

	She squirted the slick lotion over her hands, and Neal was in heaven. He was bucking and moaning as Jessica worked him with sure strokes. He was getting close.

	"Neal?" she asked in a kitten voice. "Yes!" "I want to try something..." "What?" A slick finger started creeping down toward his butthole, and tracing insistent circles around the opening. Neal tensed.

	"No, Jessica! Not that!" "You've never had a girl do that before?" "No!" She mused, still stroking his penis and circling his hole, although slower than before. "I saw it in the market today. The man looked like he really enjoyed it. And I want your first time with me to be special."

	"But Jessica..." Neal blushed. "It's so embarrassing." "You're so cute! Yes, Neal, duh. That's what makes it fun for me. That's what you never understood from the very beginning. It's fun for girls when the big, manly man has to do something a little embarrassing for them. That's what all of dating is about. So. You're cumming with a finger up your butt tonight, or not at all."

	Neal moaned. What a choice to have! He had to get something more. "Fine," he panted, "but, but, you've got to take your top off!"

	"It's a deal," she smiled, then reached behind her back. Neal watched in slow motion as her top came off and he got to see his first live pair of breasts ever. They were perfect. His hands reached for them.

	"Nope, not tonight," Jessica said, slapping them away. "Grab some sand and don't move. I'm in charge now."

	Just hearing her say that made Neal stiffen, and he lay back and grabbed the beach around him. Jessica kneeled between his legs, reapplied gobs of lotion to both hands, and started stroking his cock again, slowly and surely. One of her hands trailed down toward his asshole and Neal tensed again. Jessica stopped stroking and, with a groan, Neal opened his legs wider.

	"Thank you," she giggled, then slipped her pointer finger inside of him before he knew what happened.

	"Oh god!" Neal exclaimed, the feelings more intense than he had ever felt before. "See, and you thought you wouldn't like it."

	Then talking ended as Jessica, her breasts swaying in the moonlight, began taking Neal on the ride of his life. For ten minutes, he was unable to form words as she grinned and stroked and fingered him with expert timing.

	"Oh, I don't want this to end!" she exclaimed. "But I guess you've been in torment for long enough. It's been like, what, one week?"

	"Five!" he yelled, his penis trembling in a just pre-orgasmic state.

	"Five days?"

	"Weeks! Five weeks!"

	Jessica gasped. "Oh God! That turns me on SO much! Five weeks of cum in these balls! How can you stand it!" She was still stroking and twirling her finger inside of him, so Neal couldn't answer right away.

	"I had no choice!"

	"Neal." When he didn't answer, Jessica stopped stroking entirely. "Neal!"

	"Yes? Huh? What?" He was drooling pre-cum on his stomach, and dazed.

	"I've never heard of a man who could go this long! My friends tell me that most throw a fit after a week or two. Or they become submissive zombies. But you, you managed to take it, and still be a nice, intelligent guy tonight."

	"So? What does that mean?" Neal yelped. Was she not going to let him cum now?!?! Jessica bit her lip, and lightly stroked her fingernails over his bursting balls.

	"Come to college with me. We'll date, be boyfriend and girlfriend, and it can be like this all the time."

	"All the time?!?" he yelled. Jessica laughed. "Well, not five weeks, all the time! I'll let you cum more often than that, usually. But now that I know you can make it this long...

	"No, Jessica, please! I, I don't know! I want to cum whenever I want!"

	"You're a boy. In Peternia. That's not going to happen. And besides me, what's you're alternative? Your mother told me what's going on in your house tonight. Should I take you back there, and let Nikki and that slumber party have their way with you? Can you even imagine what they would make you do?" She slipped her slick fingers around his cockhead, twirling it.

	"No! Don't take me back there! But, Jessica, isn't there another way? They're so mean to me, and you're so nice, but you like embarrassing me just as much!"

	"Like I said, Neal, that's the way girls work. It's no fun if you're not blushing a little! But with me, even when I tease you, or show your naked bod off to my girlfriends, or spank you in front of the whole dorm, at least you'll know I'm just playing, and that I really care about you. Nikki and Sam just do it because they hate boys."

	"Yes, that's right-uh!" Neal groaned because Jessica had taken his lead-pipe cock, pulled it away from his stomach, and let it spring back with a smack. "Wait, you said in front of the whole dorm? Where are you going to college?"

	Jessica grinned, then started stroking him in earnest. "Oh, Neal, I'm not going to school back north! I'm going to Southern Peternia University. No clothes allowed for boys, ever. Outdoor male showers, and hidden cameras to catch naughty boys playing with themselves in their rooms! You'd be lucky though. If you were my boyfriend, you'd stay with me and my roommate in the freshman girls' dorm. So you'd have to cum only in front of one or two people. Unless I invite a sorority over."

	"No! Jessica, I could never live like that! I would hate that- it'd be horrible!"

	"Really? You wouldn't like that? Then don't cum. Don't cum as I tell you about how the sororities have blue-ball blow-job contests each year! Or that the female RA's post videos of boys they find masturbating in their rooms! Don't cum as I tell you that I'd make you sign up to be a male model for an art class, and deny you for two weeks beforehand, just so you're nice and bouncy for your first day! Don't cum, or you're admitting that you'd like all of that!"

	Her hand was finding his sweet spot as she spoke, and his balls were tight against his body.

	"No, no, no!"

	"And you better not cum as I tell you that you'd be licking me every night, while my roommate giggled in her bunk, and that I'd let her play with you while I'm not there, and that you'd have to give foot massages and back rubs to anyone in the room. Or that, if we date for four years of college, we'd probably end up marrying! And I planning on living in the south for ever, so you'll probably never wear clothes, or cum more than once a month again! Would you like that, Neal? Would you like to live like that forever?"

	"YEEEEEESSS!" Neal screamed, and came.

- The end