The Felicity Chronicles: My Exploits as a Humiliator

[skillbox]

This is still one of my favourite stories you’ve written. There’s something just great about Felicity as her character- the somewhat immaturity mixed with the deviousness and an absolute lack of naïveté. You can tell the fun that went into this entire stories, lots of unique scenarios, lots of fun punishments and dialogue.

Hope to see more!

[Blondie]

This is still one of my favourite stories you’ve written. There’s something just great about Felicity as her character- the somewhat immaturity mixed with the deviousness and an absolute lack of naïveté. You can tell the fun that went into this entire stories, lots of unique scenarios, lots of fun punishments and dialogue.

Hope to see more!

What an apt description of the Felicity character. You nailed it. Throw in "precocious," and that would round her out.

Felicity is far and away my favorite character in all of the stories I have written. You used the word "fun." I certainly had fun writing about her.

Thanks for taking the time to comment, skillbox; it is much appreciated.

[Tbell]

Hi Blondie,
Will we ever get to know what happened at Andrea's house?
After Blondie and Johnny boy's oral embrace on the track, and Blondie taking care of Bobby in the theatre, I am sure Felicity must have had the three of them demonstrate some great moves for the girls
Here's hoping you will fill us in.
Great writing, as ever.

[Blondie]

Hi Blondie,
Will we ever get to know what happened at Andrea's house?
After Blondie and Johnny boy's oral embrace on the track, and Blondie taking care of Bobby in the theatre, I am sure Felicity must have had the three of them demonstrate some great moves for the girls
Here's hoping you will fill us in.
Great writing, as ever.

Thanks, Tbell. I won't rule out a follow-up story involving Felicity, as she is very enjoyable to write about. And she could get very creative if she got the three boys together for a playdate.

[Vader]

Great stories it would be fun to see Blondie and some Felicity other victims get the upper hand and get payback on her and her crew. I love when the tormentors get the tables turned on them and become the tormented. I believe you wrote a story where a kid was being humiliated at school and got physic powers and got huge revenge on those who humiliated him.

[Blondie]

Great stories it would be fun to see Blondie and some Felicity other victims get the upper hand and get payback on her and her crew. I love when the tormentors get the tables turned on them and become the tormented.

Well, Felicity certainly deserves it. It so happens that Felicity gets her due comeuppance in a different form. Later in life (in her twenties), she is at the mercy of an unscrupulous psychiatrist, who puts her through some very humiliating ordeals. Her humiliations are chronicled in a story called The Satanic Psychiatrist, which can be found here. It hasn't come out yet in that story that the patient is indeed Felicity. That chapter will be written at a future date. But it does come out in another story (Andy's Embarrassing Over the Knee Spanking) in the chapter entitled "The Substitute."

I believe you wrote a story where a kid was being humiliated at school and got physic powers and got huge revenge on those who humiliated him.

Indeed, Tommy got his revenge—in spades—in a story called Tommy's Retribution. If interested, you can find it here.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 22. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 23. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Chapter 24: Blondie and Johnny Boy, Part 3 of 4

We continued our merry little parade. And then, a devilish idea popped into my head. "Johnny Boy," I called out. "Can you help your boyfriend out? Blondie's starting to lose his little hard-on. Maybe you can help him bring it back up."

Guffaws rang out while Johnny looked at me like I was from outer space, perhaps thinking that I couldn't possibly be serious. I pressed on, and he soon realized that I wasn't joking. "You can stop holding hands now," I said. "There is something in Blondie's panties that you can hold on to instead."

The miserable expressions on the two boys' faces were all one needed to know about how they felt about my latest directive. Johnny reached over and slowly, gingerly slid his fingers inside Blondie's panties, while a clear grimace crossed the recipient’s face. But as we continued our stroll I could tell that there was no activity on Johnny's part. It looked like he was just resting his palm on Blondie's lower abdomen, so he wasn't doing what I asked. He needed to be reprimanded.

"It appears you need some guidance here, Johnny Boy," I said as I approached him. "Let's stop here and I'll give you a demonstration." I snuggled up to his side and promptly inserted my hand inside his underpants. Taken by surprise, Johnny let out a yelp and took hold of my wrist with both hands. I moved in front of him and looked him in the eyes sternly. "I'm going to let that go, since I startled you," I said. "But if you ever touch me again without my permission, I'll make sure you experience humiliation the likes of which you can't even imagine." Johnny, quickly grasping the seriousness of my threat, released his grip.

"Now I'd like you to keep your left arm by your side and put your right hand back inside Blondie's panties. Then you're to follow my lead and do to Blondie exactly what I'll be doing to you. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes," Johnny responded anxiously.

I tickled Johnny's balls with my fingers. He flinched, and I was pleased to see that Blondie also flinched when Johnny replicated my movements. "Good boy," I purred as I started fondling his penis. I giggled at how tiny it was. "Such darling baby boy bits you have, Johnny Boy." I continued to fondle his little organ. I looked over to make sure that Blondie was getting the same treatment, and smiled as I confirmed that he was. I detected that both my and Johnny's caresses were starting to have the desired effect.

"Ooh, you like this, don't you, Johnny Boy?" I cooed softly. I started stroking his frenulum with my index finger. Almost immediately his penis grew larger. I was giddy with myself for having the power to make his little penis involuntarily respond to my strategic manipulations, and further his humiliation.

"Do this to Blondie," I said. "He'll really love it, and you'll be his new sweetheart." I looked over, and sure enough, Blondie's penis looked like it was almost sticking straight out. A little boner inside a pair of panties—it was quite amusing, and so delightful!

I continued the same course while I spoke—this time loud enough so everyone could hear me. "Okay, my little lovebirds, here is how it is going to work. We're going to start walking again. You can hold hands, but I'd like you to keep a close eye on your partner's state of arousal. Your little woodies look rather cute when they poke your underpants out, and we like looking at them. So, if you see your boyfriend's little boner starting to go soft, you can take matters into your own hand." (giggle)

Johnny was starting to squirm—I think more from my physical advances than my latest instructions—so I eased up a bit on the fondling. Blondie was looking a little hot and bothered also, and I didn't really want them to orgasm—at least not yet.

"If your playmate's little stiffy starts going soft, and for some reason you are unable to get it back up, then there will be consequences for both of you. You are a couple, together as one, so you would both have to be punished. Underpants and panties will be left behind, and you'll have to walk together completely naked—well, except for the bunny ears. Those are too adorable to take off. And if the undies have to come off, then we'll take another full lap around the track. So, I would suggest you do whatever it takes to keep your partner in his happy zone." (giggle)

I pulled my hand out of Johnny's underpants and was pleased to see the fruits of my labor. We all giggled at his little hard-on trying to poke through his tighty-whities. "Can you say thank you, Felicity, and tell me what you are thanking me for?" I said to Johnny Boy.

"Um... th-thank you, Felicity, for... for... for giving me a boner." There was raucous laughter all around.

"You're quite welcome, Johnny Boy. It was my pleasure," I said once I’d caught my breath. Then I turned to Blondie. "Blondie, would you like to thank Johnny Boy for giving you a boner?"

"Thank you Johnny Boy for giving me a boner," he blurted out quickly.

All eyes swung back to Johnny. I raised my brows and waited. "You're welcome... Blondie," he muttered. I wiggled my fingers upward, palm open, indicating he wasn't quite finished. "It was... my pleasure," he said, to another round of delighted laughter.

I joined my laughing companions and started walking casually. "Let's move along, boys. I'll let you hold hands again, but make sure you keep a close eye on those boners."

It really was entertaining—and quite stimulating—to watch the two crimson-faced lads walking hand in hand with their little projections inside their underpants. It was a party atmosphere, with merriment all around—all at the expense of my two very unfortunate boys. I was beaming with pleasure, as I reveled in what was undoubtedly the best humiliation scene that I had orchestrated to date.

Much to my delight, the boys were very attentive to each other. Johnny was the first one to start losing his erection, and Blondie promptly reached into Johnny's underpants and diligently brought him back up to speed. I enjoyed watching Blondie grimace when he contacted Johnny's genitals for the first time—an expression one might see if he had reached into an unknown area and came in contact with a gooey slug. To be sure, it was not a pleasant experience for him.

Blondie took a little longer before starting to go soft. I suspect the rubbing on his satin panties as he moved along helped to keep him up. All told, Johnny Boy had to "rejuvenate" Blondie twice, while Blondie had to help out Johnny three times. They were successful on each occasion. I could tell they were quite motivated to avoid the consequences of naked exposure, because a couple of times they were working the other's penis rather energetically, much to our amusement. Oh, and each time they finished getting the other boy hard, they grudgingly took each other's hand, which I found enchanting.

As we neared the end of our roundtrip, I wrapped my hand softly around Kayla's bicep. "We still have some more time," I said. "Would you like to take over?"

Kayla grinned, and her eyes lit up. "Sure!" she responded. She thought for a moment, then took a quick glance at my crotch. I had confided with her a few days before about my special vibrator. "I'm guessing you're all hooked up?" she said with a grin.

"Oh, yeah," I said, returning the grin.

"I won't let you down," she said.

I knew she wouldn’t—and that’s exactly why I chose her to finish things off. This whole humiliation thing comes naturally to me, and I suspect it comes just as easily to Kayla. She’s unpredictable too, sometimes pushing things even further than I would—as improbable as that might seem. So, by turning it over to her, I could hang back and watch her in action and enjoy the stimulation I'd derive from whatever humiliations she devised for the boys.

As anticipated, I would not be disappointed.

* * * * *

We had come full circle and reached the spot where the boys had left their shoes, so we came to a stop. Kayla stepped forward, then turned back to me. "Do you want me to get them naked?" she asked, loud enough for the boys to hear.

"Your call," I replied, while eyeing the boys and delighting in their very anxious expressions.

Kayla just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, then turned and approached the boys. "Okay, boys," she began. "We've reached the end of the line, and pretty soon you can go gather your clothes. But we still have another few minutes before the bell goes off. What should we do?" I loved the rhetorical question, and watched with pleasure as the boys squirmed, realizing that their ordeal probably wasn't quite over—and could potentially worsen. They both looked warily at Kayla.

"I know what," said Kayla. "Felicity really wants you two to become better acquainted. You've been so busy diddling each other that you haven't had much of a chance to talk. It would be nice if you could chit-chat for a bit."

After their forced carnal experience, they were too ashamed to even look at each other. They turned and faced opposite directions. Kayla took care of that. “You two are really testing my patience,” she said, her tone suddenly cool and commanding. “And trust me—you do not want to see what happens when I lose patience. Now... take each other’s hands. Both hands. And look each other in the eyes.”

With great deliberation and reluctance, they did so, and I have to say, the sight—that of two nearly naked boys in bunny ears, forced to meet each other’s gaze while holding hands like bashful lovers—was nothing short of exquisite.

"Oh, that's precious," said Kayla. "Now hold that pose while you have a little chat. Blondie, be a sweetheart and tell Johnny Boy just how much you enjoyed him feeling up your little love stick."

Oh my, this is going to be fabulous!

Blondie winced, then fidgeted while trying to build up the courage to carry out Kayla's squirm-worthy directive. He took a quick look at her and clearly understood that he would have to do her bidding.

"I... I liked..."

"Look your honey bunny in the eyes," interrupted Kayla. "That goes for both of you."

Honey bunny, LOL! I love it!

Blondie looked like he wanted to vomit. He looked Johnny Boy in the eyes, and Johnny reciprocated. "I liked how you... how you... how you felt up my love... my little love stick," Blondie managed to verbalize.

Kayla stood between them like a mischievous referee, just outside their clasped hands, her gaze flicking expectantly from one red face to the other. Her eyes settled on Johnny, who squirmed under the pressure. “I... I’m glad you liked it,” he muttered, drawing another round of snickers from the girls.

Kayla looked at Blondie. It became apparent that she expected a constant back-and-forth between her two hapless victims. Blondie decided to try his luck and take a different tact. "Are you a football fan?" he asked.

Kayla would have none of it. "Stick to the subject, please," she interjected. "You were talking about how much you enjoyed having Johnny Boy's hand inside your panties, feeling up your little love muscle. Johnny Boy, maybe you can tell Blondie how much you liked feeling up his little bits, and what they felt like."

Ohhhhhh.

"Um..."

"Look each other in the eyes! I don't want to have to tell you again!" reprimanded Kayla.

They both did so, and it was such a delightful visual. Even as I write this, the vision of them, red-faced in their bunny ears and embarrassing underwear being put through their paces by Kayla—I'm almost as stimulated now as I was then.

"Um," said Johnny eloquently, "I really liked... I really enjoyed putting my hand inside your panties." Kayla looked at Johnny threateningly. "I mean I... I really liked... feeling up your little bits," Johnny complied.

"Tell Blondie what his little bits felt like," coaxed Kayla.

"They felt like..." he tried to continue. "They felt... all smooth." He looked up at Kayla, almost apologetically. "I'm sorry, I don't... I don't know what else to say."

"Tell him about his size," said Kayla. "And be honest."

Johnny looked back at Blondie. "Your penis is kind of small," he said bluntly. Both boys were crimson-faced while everyone laughed lustily. Kayla did her best to choke back her laughter and stay on course.

"Blondie," she said. "Maybe you can tell Johnny about your impressions while you were feeling up his yum-yum."

"It was small," Blondie said simply.

"Smaller than yours?" asked Kayla.

"I think so," answered Blondie.

"What do you think, Johnny Boy? Is your little winky even smaller than Blondie's?"

"I... I don't know," answered Johnny.

"You don't know? Then maybe you need to see it," said Kayla. "I'll bet if you ask your new boyfriend if you could take a peek inside his panties, he will let you."

"Oh, th-that's okay," said Johnny. "Now that I think about it, mine is smaller."

"But you should be sure. You should look inside his panties. Go ahead and ask him."

Ohhh, this is so delicious!

"Would it... be okay if I take a... take a peek in your panties?" he asked Blondie.

"Okay," said the miserable fair-haired boy.

Johnny proceeded to lean forward and pull the waistband of Blondie's panties open. Just as quickly, he let it snap back. "Oh, you need a better look than that," admonished Kayla. "Hold it open and describe what you see. And I'd like you to be very descriptive, Johnny Boy." Again Johnny pulled on the waistband, this time holding it open. Blondie looked like he could become physically ill.

"What do you see, Johnny Boy?" pressed Kayla.

"Um... I see a small penis... and small... balls."

"Would you say Blondie has little boy bits?" asked Kayla, who had picked up on my tasty description of Blondie's genitalia.

"Yes," replied Johnny.

"You should tell him. Use his name and look him in the eyes when you tell him."

"B-Blondie, you have... little boy bits."

"Good, Johnny," said Kayla. "And what else can you tell him about his little boy bits?"

"There's no... you have no hair on your little boy bits," added Johnny.

"Good observation, Johnny," praised the giggling Kayla. "Now keep holding Blondie's panties open while holding open your tighty-whities with your other hand and tell me what the difference is between your bits and Blondie's little boy bits. Blondie, you can look in there too. You can examine each other's bits together and share the moment."

The beleaguered Johnny pulled open his underpants and looked down, while Blondie leaned slightly forward as they both peered inside. It was an extraordinary scene, and I was grinning appreciatively.

"Mine are a little smaller," Johnny managed to say.

"What do you think, Blondie?" asked Kayla.

"His are a little smaller," said Blondie.

"Wow, that's saying something, isn't it?" responded Kayla. "Because you have little boy bits, right?"

"Yes," answered Blondie.

"So then would you say Johnny Boy has baby boy bits?"

"Yes," answered Blondie obediently.

"Can you tell us what you have, Johnny Boy?"

"I have baby boy bits," said the shamefaced Johnny.

"What about the hair? Are you bald down there too, just like Blondie?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I'm bald down there too... just like Blondie."

"So you have bald baby boy bits?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I... I have bald baby boy bits," said the thoroughly humiliated Johnny.

"So, like Felicity said, you two really do have a lot in common. Blondie, look down at Johnny Boy's bits again, then look at Johnny and tell him what you have in common."

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Blondie checked out Johnny's little goodies again, then looked him in the eyes and carried out Kayla's ignominious command. "We both have a small penis... I mean, we both... we both have bald little bits."

“Yes, you do!” said Kayla, nearly drowned out by the wave of laughter. "Johnny Boy, what else do you and Blondie have in common?"

Johnny furrowed his brow, clearly scrambling for a safe answer. “Um…. we’re both…. both standing out here in our underwear?” he offered sheepishly.

“Indeed you are,” Kayla said, grinning. She glanced down to Blondie’s lacy panties. “Though I have to say, Blondie’s are definitely prettier than yours. Don’t you think he looks pretty in his panties?”

There was a pause, then Johnny gave a tiny nod. “Yes…. yes, he does. Very pretty. Very pretty in his panties,” he repeated, earning another roar of laughter from the girls.

Kayla stood quietly for a moment until the laughter gradually died down. I could tell she was deep in thought, probably trying to decide where she wanted to go next. What she ultimately came up with is a prime example of how unpredictable she is, and how she sometimes takes things a step further than I would have. Not that I'm complaining. (giggle)

“Well, it’s almost time to head back,” she said sweetly. “Would you two like to say goodbye to each other?”

“Bye,” they echoed in unison, releasing each other’s hands and stepping apart with visible relief.

But Kayla had a little more in store for the embattled twosome. And she blew my mind in the process.

[Blondie]

Chapter 25: Blondie and Johnny Boy, Par 4 of 4

“Hold it!” Kayla barked suddenly, halting their farewell. “That wasn’t much of a good-bye. After being so intimate with each other, you should give each other a better sendoff than that. Here, come closer." Before either boy could react, she took them each by the forearm and tugged them close together. “Blondie, arm around Johnny’s waist. Johnny Boy, hand on Blondie’s shoulder.” With extreme reluctance, the two bare-chested boys followed Kayla's command, moving stiffly into position.

"Good," said Kayla. "A little closer now. I want your chests touching each other, skin to skin.” The two shuffled nearer until their chests touched—warm, bare torsos pressed against each other in reluctant intimacy. I was becoming more aroused by the second while taking in the delicious scene.

"Push your hips into each other now," directed Kayla. "I want you to feel your little bits touching... good, just like that. Do you feel each other’s little bits touching each other?" The tormented boys both nodded miserably. "Good! Now gyrate your hips together, so they can commingle." They did as instructed, wriggling their hips into each other. A collective burst of laughter and disbelief rippled through the crowd.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Kayla. "You boys look so adorable like that, like two lovers really hot for each other. Now get face-to-face and look each other in the eyes. That’s it—get really close.” They complied, locking eyes with pure misery written all over their faces. The closeness of their noses made any hope of avoiding eye contact impossible.

Wait a minute... is she going to make them...

“Okay, now... stick out your tongues and touch them together."

Oh. My. God. She is!

Both boys recoiled instinctively at the command. Kayla leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Would you prefer another slow walk around the track? This time you'll do it naked," she threatened.

That did the trick. With extreme resignation, the agonized boys gingerly extended their tongues and made contact—eliciting gasps, shrieks, and a round of laughter from every direction. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt myself breathing faster as my state of sexual arousal was ever increasing, prompting me to turn my vibrator up to the third and final level.

“There we go!” Kayla beamed. “Now swirl those tongues around—yes, keep them connected. Mmm, just like that. Oh, we should have gotten you a room." While some laughed, others watched in stunned silence, mouths open, transfixed by the surreal, steamy spectacle unfolding before them.

Kayla wasn’t done. “Okay, lover boys. I know you've been waiting for this moment. Now you can put your lips together and really kiss each other. And let's keep those tongues working, like you mean it. I want to see passion!"

Oh, my goodness! This is unreal!

Indeed, the boys pushed their mouths together into a lip-lock, and it was a sight to behold. I'd venture to say that by being face-to-face and swapping saliva, their humiliation level was even higher than it would have been had Kayla forced them to give each other blowjobs.

Andrea sent me one of her wonderful creations that captured the moment. Here it is—oh, in case you’re wondering, Blondie is the cute one.



“Keep going, boys,” Kayla said, as if she was directing a school play. “Intertwine those tongues. Explore each other's mouths. Dig deep, and don't hold back. Taste your partner's juices and savor every drop. Swallow it down. Feel the passion! This is your first lover's kiss, so let's make it one you'll remember forever.”

As she delivered her running commentary, Kayla casually stepped behind Johnny Boy and swiftly lowered his underpants down to his ankles before expeditiously freeing them from his feet. The high-pitched squeal that burst from him when he realized what was happening was delicious. Johnny instinctively jerked back, but Kayla was ready for that. “Uh-uh. Tongue back in Blondie's mouth! Don’t be rude—Blondie’s feelings are very delicate.”

Oh, Kayla!

With a flourish, she flung Johnny’s tighty-whities aside and turned her attention to Blondie’s panties. Within moments, he stood naked save for his bunny ears, the pink panties and tighty-whities lying side by side on the track. It was an incredible sight—two naked teenage boys in a coerced lip-lock before a silent, spellbound audience, caught in the throes of the humiliation of a lifetime. I watched, wide-eyed and grinning, a thrill surging through me that resonated to my very core.

I looked down, and their lower torsos were now separated just enough for me to see their little bits, retracted to their small, flaccid states. Several onlookers shifted for a better angle, and upon glimpsing their hairless privates, they inevitably broke into wide grins.

Kayla was ready for her next move. "Now I'd like you to make good use of your free hand and stimulate your partner, like you did before. It would be a nice final gesture to get your naked sweetie all excited again and finish off your first date by giving each other little stiffies. I'll let you stop kissing when both of your soldiers are standing at full attention."

Oh gosh!

Obediently, the boys began groping each other, their tongues still tangled in an awkward kiss. With the incentive to end their mind-numbingly humiliating ordeal as soon as humanly possible, the two boys went at each other like dogs in heat. Within minutes, both of their "soldiers" stood at full attention.

"I think we’ve hit maximum size—such as it is," Kayla said dryly. "You can break it up now, lover boys. I’d say Felicity’s wish for you two to get better acquainted has been fulfilled." She smirked. "We’ve covered all five senses: sight, hearing, touch... and with that juicy little lip-lock, you had the pleasure of smelling and tasting each other up close and personal. I’m sure you’re quite familiar with each other now."

Kayla eyed the two erections. "Take a good look at your little boners. Johnny Boy, can you compare them for me?"

"Um... his might be a little bigger," said the wretched Johnny.

"Maybe just a tad longer," countered Kayla. "But Blondie's might be thinner. What do you think, Blondie?"

Blondie tried to collect himself before answering. I'm sure discussing the dimensions of his extended penis while everyone was zeroing in on it had to be absolutely excruciating. “Um... I guess mine’s... a little thinner,” he agreed, his voice barely audible. “But it’s longer,” he added, as though the claim might soften the blow of his humiliation.

"How long is yours, Blondie?" Kayla asked. "I'm sure you've measured. All boys do."

"Please... I... I don't know."

"How long, Blondie?"

"Four and a half inches?" said Blondie.

"Oh, I think you're flattering yourself, don't you?" responded Kayla. "Maybe four inches tops, right?"

"No, it’s bigger than... okay, four inches. Tops," he capitulated.

"Maybe even less?" pushed Kayla.

"Maybe," said the downcast Blondie.

Kayla addressed Johnny. "That makes yours definitely less than four inches—maybe closer to three and a half, right Johnny?"

"I guess so... yes."

"So cute. You're our weensy wittle boys, yes you are!" said Kayla as she took each of their penises in her fingers and jiggled them back and forth, causing them both to recoil.

Oh! Oh!

"Can you touch them together for me?" asked Kayla.

Oh my goodness gracious! You've got to be KIDDING me!

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the two boys obediently maneuver their hips until the glans of their penises made contact. The look of humiliation on each of their faces was a sight to behold.

And Kayla wasn't quite done. I had a feeling she wanted the boys to get each other off, but a few days before, we were chatting about our victims and I told her that someday I wanted Blondie to have a humiliating orgasm, with me carrying out the dirty deed. Kayla, loyal as ever, would heed my wishes. But she was determined to oversee a humiliating orgasm, nonetheless.

"Blondie," Kayla said, "I think Johnny Boy would really enjoy it if you could give his little boner some of your love and affection." She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small tube—some kind of lubricant. I’d later learn she’d been carrying it around for weeks, quietly hoping for the chance to use it on the boys.

That moment had arrived. She took Blondie’s right hand, turned it palm-up, and gave the tube a squeeze, dispensing a generous dollop into his open hand. "Now be a good little boyfriend and rub this aaaaal over Johnny Boy's little dinky."

Blondie, who looked like he could pass out from the humiliation, obeyed Kayla's command and began spreading the slippery substance on Johnny Boy's little hard-on. Johnny, whose humiliation level closely matched that of his counterpart, visibly tensed.

"It's okay, Johnny Boy," cooed Kayla. "Just rest your hands on Blondie's shoulders and enjoy yourself. I'll make sure your new boyfriend takes reeeeal good care of you." Johnny compliantly put his hands on Blondie's shoulders while Blondie ever so reluctantly fondled the penis belonging to the shamefaced boy standing before him.

"Gooood, Blondie," encouraged Kayla. "Massage that little wee-wee, nice and gentle and lovingly. Excellent! And rub some on his balls. Yes, that's it. Caress all of Johnny Boy's baby boy bits."

As much as I was loving every second of watching Kayla's masterclass in humiliation, I just couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer—I had to join the fun. Grinning, I stepped over to her and held out my right palm. Kayla, quick on the uptake as always, gave me a knowing smile and squeezed a perfect dose of lubricant into my hand.

I stepped up to Blondie and snuggled against him from behind, slipping my arm around his bare waist. In short order my other hand began fondling his penis, causing him to jerk back and momentarily suspend his enforced servicing of Johnny Boy—who was showing visible signs that he was nearing a state of sexual gratification—a condition he neither wanted nor could stop.

"Don't stop now, Blondie!" Kayla reprimanded, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. "Can’t you see Johnny Boy is loving your tender touch?"

"That's right," I murmured into his ear. "You’ve got your new boyfriend all worked up. Time to consummate your relationship."

I caressed Blondie's smooth, bare bum with one hand while continuing to manipulate his slippery penis and balls with the other. His erection had subsided, but I had him back to full capacity in a matter of seconds. It was such a delicious sensation—touching, teasing and seducing my favorite plaything, and under as humiliating of circumstances imaginable. His skin was so smooth—and at my behest, which made it that much more pleasurable. Suffice it to say, I was in a heightened state of sexual arousal.

Speaking of which... Johnny Boy looked like he was teetering on the edge—his breath quickening, every muscle taut. He was fighting it off as hard as he could, but it was quite apparent that he was about to succumb to Blondie's molestations.

"Keep it up, Blondie," urged Kayla. "It looks like Johnny’s just about ready—stroke that little wee-wee!"

And stroke it he did. Johnny Boy couldn’t hold back any longer—his body went rigid, toes curling, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed tightly shut. As the waves of his climax overtook him, his whole frame convulsed, and both Blondie and I instinctively braced for his ejaculation—but there was none to be had. I Googled it later and learned that there is no ejaculation during orgasm if the lad is prepubescent.

Ejaculation or not, it was obvious that Johnny Boy had achieved sexual climax, which triggered a lusty ovation from the crowd—an eruption of laughter and cheers that could only have only compounded his already unbearable humiliation.

Blondie wasn’t far behind. I could feel the tension building in him, his breathing uneven, his body coiling. Sensing the moment, I gently cupped my smallish hand around his smallish penis—it was a perfect fit—and began stroking him in earnest with slow, deliberate motions.

"Please... Felicity... please stop!" Blondie pleaded in a throaty whisper.

But I was not to be denied, and neither was Blondie's orgasm. "I don't think so, my dear Blondie," I cooed, as I finished him off with my relentless caresses. He tensed like Johnny Boy had and let out a soft, involuntary groan. Unlike his counterpart, he shot out several spurts of cum, the first two or three of which splatted directly onto his partner's belly, much to Johnny Boy's chagrin and our amusement. The ovation Blondie received far surpassed the one for Johnny Boy a few seconds before.

One of my favorite parts of bringing Blondie to sexual climax—and there were many—was that his groan coincided with an absolutely delicious high-pitched squeal from Johnny as he watched in horror while Blondie's emissions splattered onto his bare tummy. Johnny somehow obediently kept his hands on Blondie's shoulders the whole time, while watching—and feeling—the juices dribble ever so slowly downward, where they eventually collected around his little bits.

As for me, like I say, I had been looking forward to getting Blondie off in humiliating fashion, and that exhibition exceeded anything I could ever have envisioned. My vibrator was going full bore, but at that moment I think I could have orgasmed without any physical stimulation. It was only a few seconds after Blondie spurted onto Johnny's stomach that I let myself go. The intensity of my climax has to rank with the highest I've ever experienced.

Kayla had done me proud, and the humiliation scale was off the charts. She must have sensed that I was duly satisfied—and that the proceedings had reached its perfect crescendo. "Thank you, boys," she said, stepping forward. "That was some fabulous entertainment. Now give each other a nice kiss good-bye—on the lips—and a warm hug.” I could only shake my head in awe as my two naked, thoroughly humiliated boys gave each other a quick, shamefaced peck on the lips and a half-hearted hug.

“Now,” Kayla cooed, “take each other’s hands one last time and thank one another properly for a lovely afternoon. Use your names. Look each other in the eyes. Lovingly.”

Once again they clasped each other's hands and looked at each other—though more haplessly than lovingly. “Thank you, Johnny Boy, for a lovely afternoon,” Blondie muttered dispassionately.

“You too, Blond—I mean, thank you, Blondie... for a lovely afternoon,” Johnny echoed, equally unenthusiastic.

Kayla wasn’t letting them off the hook just yet. “Johnny Boy,” she said, “don’t you think Blondie deserves a special thanks for what he did for you?”

“Th-thank you, Blondie, for... for what you did,” Johnny mumbled, flushing red.

“Try again, Johnny Boy. But this time, tell Blondie exactly what you’re thanking him for.”

Johnny swallowed hard. “Thank... thank you, Blondie, for... for playing with... with my... my penis... and making me... for making me... you know..." How adorable—he couldn't even bring himself to use the words. Kayla, grinning ear to ear, turned to Blondie for his response.

"You're welcome," mumbled Blondie wretchedly.

Kayla wasn’t done. "Can you tell us how it felt, Johnny Boy?"

“Please, I...” he groaned. “It felt... it felt good. It felt really good.”

"I'm sure it did, Johnny Boy," said a giggling Kayla amid raucous laughter from the gathering. "I'm sure it did."

She reached up and plucked the bunny ears from their heads, then retrieved the underpants and panties and casually tossed them to the anxiously awaiting owners. She gave them a wave of dismissal, and the boys speedily slipped into their underwear. They were quite a sight as they ran down the track side by side in pursuit of their coveted clothes.

“What, no thank-you or good-bye for us?” Kayla called after them, triggering one final round of laughter from the crowd.

As the fully entertained spectators began to disperse, Kayla turned to me with a sparkle in her eye. “Well?” she asked, flashing a sly grin. “How’d I do?”

I just shook my head slowly, smiling in awe. No words were necessary.