The Dolly

[Datom]

(This is a re-write of a story I started awhile ago. I decided to try in in the first person.)

The Dolly

Part I

[Contains bondage and sexual situations involving underage characters.]

There wasn’t much for me to do. I looked around the living room and realized how bored I already was. The shows I usually watched on TV were all over, and there was nothing on but the news. I’d already watched all my videos a thousand times, so it seemed.

Two weeks ago I’d been so anxious for school to let out. I’d just wanted to start summer vacation. I’d been so glad to finish the fifth grade and be done with all those classes.

But now it seemed like all my friends had gone on vacation, or were busy with summer activities—baseball and soccer teams, summer camp, swimming lessons—everything that would keep them busy. And here I was sitting at home, bored.

My mom and dad were both at work. The only other person at home was my big sister Erika, twelve, who was in the garage, with two of her friends, practicing some kind of dance moves. I could faintly hear the music coming from the garage.

Bored, I looked around for my Game Boy. I thought I’d left it on the table by the couch, but it wasn’t there. I was sure I had it this morning, so it couldn’t be in my bedroom. Then I remembered—I’d taken it out to the garage before I started watching television.

I went through the kitchen and headed for the door leading into the garage. I could hear through the door. The music had stopped. I heard my sister Erika saying “But it would look really cute on you,” and her friend Melissa replying “Let’s trade and see how we look.”

Of course, I had no idea what they were talking about, and didn’t much care. I just wanted to retrieve my Game Boy. Crossing through the kitchen, I went down the three steps and opened the door leading into the garage.

My jaw dropped.

While Erika’s friend Rachel watched, Erika and Melissa were in the middle of trading tee shirts. They had both taken their shirts off and were about to swap. I saw my sister with her top covered only by her training bra. Melissa had no bra on at all.

I had never seen this part of a twelve-year-old girl before, and I guess I stared. Melissa’s breast buds were just developing enough to protrude just slightly into twin mounds. In the middle of each of her breasts was a little pink nipple; they looked like two little rosebuds, gently peeking out at me.

“Evan!” Erika shrieked.

I was jolted back to reality.

“Evan, you little perv!” Erika was yelling. “What do you mean coming in here and ogling us like this?”

“I’m. . . I’m sorry,” I stuttered. “I didn’t know. . .”

“Me in just my bra! And now you’re ogling Melissa’s boobs! What kind of little freak are you?”

“You were looking at my breasts?” Melissa glared at me.

“Yeah, he was!” Rachel chimed in. “I watched! He was just about drooling over your tits! The little perv!”

Erika reached out and grabbed my arm. “You know what we do with little pervs?” she snarled at me.

Rachel grabbed my other arm. “Little pervs who spy on us while we’re changing?”

By this time Melissa had her tee shirt back on. “We punish them!”

“And we’re gonna punish you!” Erika gloated, as she and Rachel clutched my arms and steered me over to a garage wall.

“Hey!” I protested.

Erika and Rachel lifted my arms up in the air. With their free hands, they pulled up my shirt, up over the top of my head.

“You wanna look at us without shirts? We get to look at you without a shirt!” Rachel crowed.

“Let go of me!” I shouted, to no avail.

“Hey, we should tie him up while we look him over,” Melissa suggested.

Erika produced several straps with fasteners on the ends. “What are we gonna tie him to?”

“How about that dolly?” Melissa pointed to a hand dolly standing by the wall. It was about five feet tall, a standard one-axle dolly. Their dad used it to move stacks of boxes.

“Yeah, that’ll be okay,” Erika nodded.

I was backed to the wall and onto the little platform on the bottom of the dolly. I tried to squirm free, but my arms were held in tight grip by Erika and Rachel. Melissa passed the strap around my chest, and around the backside of the dolly. She pulled the strap tight, then clicked the fastener into place.

“Now get his arms,” Erika instructed.

There were a couple of straps on the dolly itself. Melissa quickly wrapped one of the straps around my right arm, holding my arm tightly to the right frame of the dolly. She then repeated the procedure with my left arm.

I tried to move my arms, but couldn’t. I was secured to the dolly. But I could still move my legs, and I managed to deliver a sharp kick to Erika’s shin.

“Ow!” Erika cried. “You crummy little perv! Don’t you kick me!” She reached with her free hand and pinched my nipple.

“Ow! Cut it out!” I yelped.

“We better tie up his legs,” Rachel observed.

“Okay,” Erika produced two more straps. She stooped over. Melissa and Rachel gripped my calves while Erika wrapped a strap around each foot, binding my ankles to the frame of the dolly.

I squirmed and wiggled as much as I could, but I was helpless. “You better let me go!” he cried. “Wait ‘til I tell Mom and Dad!”

Erika smiled sweetly at me. “Would that be before or after we tell them that you were spying on us while we were changing?”

“He sure makes a lot of noise,” Melissa observed.

“You’re right,” Erika nodded. She went to a shelf on the opposite wall of the garage and came back with a rag and a roll of tape.

“Don’t worry,” she said to Rachel and Melissa. “It’s a clean rag.”

Handing the tape to Melissa, she reached out and pinched my nipple again.

“Aagh!” I started to cry out, but as I did, Erika jammed the rag into my open mouth. Melissa tore off a three-inch piece of tape and handed it to Erika, who fastened it over my mouth.

“Grmmph!” I protested. The girls laughed at me. Melissa handed Erika another piece of tape, which was promptly stuck across the first one. I wished I could spit out the rag, but the tape held my mouth in place.

“There!” Erika gloated, as she and Rachel and Melissa stood back to admire their handiwork.

“You know,” Erika observed, “I’ve seen Evan in his shorts before, and in just his swim trunks when we go to the pool. He looks about like he does right now.”

Melissa and Rachel nodded.

“I think he needs to be embarrassed a little more, don’t you?”

Melissa and Rachel nodded again, and smiled evilly.

“Yes,” Rachel agreed. “Maybe we should take off his shorts, and see what he looks like in just his underpants.” The girls all giggled.

“Nmmmph!” I protested, with the rag in his mouth. He squirmed. The girls laughed.

Rachel smirked, and stepped forward, and knelt in front of me. She reached up to the waist of my shorts. She reached inside the waist. I could feel her fingertip tickling my bellybutton.

“Pop! goes the little button!” she giggled, as she unfastened the snap holding the waist of my shorts.

I squirmed. The girls giggled.

“And . . . Zip! goes the zipper!” Rachel sang as she pulled my zipper down.

“Nmmmmmph!” I protested. Melissa and Erika chortled with glee.

“And . . .DOWN go the shorts!” and Rachel slid my shorts down my legs. I could feel her hands sliding against my thighs as she pushed my shorts down past my knees.

“Oooh!” giggled Melissa. “Is he wearing his little tighty-whities?”

“No he isn’t!” Erika pointed out. “His undies have Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on them.

The girls roared with laughter. I remembered now—those were the only underpants in my drawer this morning. Shoot! Now all these girls were making fun of me.

“See?” Erika pointed out. “Right in the middle! That’s Michelangelo, isn’t it?” She pointed right at my crotch. “Right there in the middle!”

“No,” Rachel corrected her. “The one with the purple mask is Donatello.” She touched my underpants right on my fly. “This one right here.” She wiggled her finger. I shivered.

“Hey!” Melissa reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cellphone. She held it up. “I gotta get a picture of him!” She moved her thumb and I heard a short “click” from the cellphone. Then another “click.”

“Mmmmmmmph!” I squirmed, pulling on my bindings frantically, as I realized that Melissa was taking pictures of me in just my underpants.

“There, you little perv!” Erika gloated. “Now, how do you like it, having us girls looking at you in just your underpants?”

“Actually, he’s kind of cute.” Melissa stepped in front of me, and started running her fingertip around on my bare chest. She touched my nipple with her finger and tickled it. ”I kind of like him like this.” She started making circles around my nipple with her fingertip. It made me shiver.

“See, Evan?” Erika observed. “You got to check out Melissa’s tits. Now Melissa gets to play with your tits.” She snickered.

“Oooh! His little nippy-nip is getting perky!” Melissa observed. Her fingernail now gently flipped over my erect nipple, causing me to flinch. Melissa giggled.

Rachel knelt down beside Melissa. She started running her fingertips around on my bare stomach.

“Ooh! Look at this little belly button!” I felt Rachel’s finger rubbing my bellybutton, around and around. “It’s an outie! Like a little-boy belly button!” She giggled. “It’s so cute!”

Melissa flicked my erect nipple again, causing me to flinch once again.

“Oh, poor Evan!” Melissa cooed, playfully. “Did I hurt you? Did I hurt your little nippy-nip?”

She giggled, and licked her finger. Then she rubbed her moist fingertip around on my nipple.

“Does that make it feel better?” She grinned. “It’s nice and perky.”

Rachel chuckled. “I think he likes this. Look at what else is getting perky!” She touched my underpants. “It looks like Donatello is getting bigger!”

The girls roared with laughter. My face must have been red as a beet.

“I’m gonna take a picture of his little Donatello.” Melissa reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone again. “I wanna make sure I get his face and his undies in the picture,” she explained, backing up. “Then we can see that it’s Evan in those cute little undies.” She giggled, then snapped a picture.

Rachel stood up and off to the side. “He has a cute little tush,” she observed, sliding her hands down my back. Her hand slipped inside my underpants. I shivered as I felt Rachel’s hand on my bare butt cheek.

Melissa giggled. “He likes it,” she said. “His little Donatello just got real big!”

They all laughed. Melissa took another picture. I was feeling more mortified by the minute. I tried to squirm, but the straps holding me in place didn’t allow any movement. I was fastened securely to the dolly, my shorts on the ground, in nothing but my underpants, being gleefully examined by these girls.

Rachel squeezed my butt cheek with her fingers. I lurched. She giggled.

“You know,” Erika said slowly, “I’m pretty sure I saw some of the girls in Evan’s class, just awhile ago, over at the park.” She grinned evilly. “I bet they’d like to come over and see Evan in just his underpants.”

A wave of horror shot through me. Bad enough that these girls were humiliating me—now I was going to be displayed in just my underpants, to a bunch of girls that I’d seen every day at school—girls that would see me every day in the fall, and would make fun of me mercilessly!

Melissa grinned. “I bet they’d love it!”

“But how are we going to get them to come over?” Rachel asked. “It’s three blocks to the park. They won’t stop what they’re doing and walk all the way over here just to see Evan in his undies.”

Erika nodded. Then she grinned. “We’ll just have to take Evan to the park.”

“Sure,” Melissa said, her eyes lighting up. “He’s already on wheels. We can just wheel him over to the park and show him to the girls.”

Erika smiled evilly. “Let’s see,” she mused. “When I passed the park, Jackie was there, and Holly, and Zoe, and I think Darcy was there . . .”

Holy crap! These were all girls in my class!

“And I think I even saw Winnie there.”

Nooo! Please! I thought. Not Winnie!

I sat next to Winnie in class. She and I liked to joke back and forth, and once we both got in trouble for passing notes in class. The truth was, I was kind of developing a crush on Winnie. She really was pretty, in a middle-school girl sort of way, and she had the prettiest red hair and the nicest smile, and a beautiful laugh.

Erika went on, “I bet Winnie would really like to see Evan in just his little underpants, don’t you?”

“She sure would,” Rachel chuckled. “She could look at his bare body.”

“You know, Evan has a crush on Winnie,” Erika grinned maliciously.

“Ooooh!” Melissa hooted. “Evan LOVES Winnie!”

“Maybe she’d like to see Evan’s body!”

“Maybe she’ll give Evan a KISS!” Rachel drawled.

“Yes,” Melissa chuckled. “Maybe she’ll kiss Evan right on his little BELLY BUTTON!” She licked her finger, then rubbed her moist fingertip on me, covering my bellybutton with her wet saliva.

Omigod! I struggled, pulling my arms and legs as much as I could. The straps held me fastened securely to the dolly. “Hrmmmmph! Hrmmmmph!” I begged.

“Like you said, it’s only three blocks. And I’ll bet Evan would feel really excited to be wheeled along the sidewalk for three blocks in just his little underpants.” The girls all laughed. I was helpless. I squirmed so hard I almost upset the dolly.

“Hey, be careful!” Erika advised.

Still watching me, Erika backed over to the garage door and pressed the button on the side. The door slowly opened. Then Rachel went behind me, and grabbed the dolly handles. I felt myself bring tilted backward, as Rachel tipped the handles back, then began to push the dolly out of the garage and out onto the driveway.

As I was being wheeled out of the garage, I looked around. Good, I thought. The street was empty—none of the neighbors were out. I hoped they’d stay indoors for this.

Rachel wheeled me out the garage door and down the driveway. I was feeling more undressed every foot I was wheeled from the garage. Even with no one else out on the street, I felt embarrassed and bare.

I was wheeled down the street, toward the park. The sidewalk seemed bumpy, and it jolted me every time Rachel hit a crack. I was squirming helplessly, and the girls were laughing at me. Every once in awhile Melissa would tickle me on my nipple or my navel, and that would make me squirm. Then they’d all laugh at me.

As we approached the first corner, I could hear other kids’ voices coming up from the side street. Tw girls on bicycles rounded the corner. I recognized them immediately—they were Mindy Hopkins and Maddie Watson, from my class. They were wearing shorts and tee shirts, and pedaling their bikes around the corner.

Omigod! I thought! Please, Rachel! Please turn me around! Please don’t let them see me like this! Pleeeease! I was squirming madly. Rachel giggled and rolled me right up in front of them. I wanted to die right there on the spot.

They stopped their bikes when they saw me.

“Hey, Evan!” Mindy squealed.

“Mmmph!” I tried to respond.

“Why are you in nothing but your little undies, Evan?” Maddie chortled.

“You look so cute in those little undies!” Mindy giggled.

Rachel, and Melisssa and Erica stood by, letting my two female classmates look me over.

“Look at that little belly button!” Maddie reached down and touched my bellybutton with her finger.

“It’s so adorable!” Mindy said. “It’s an outie!”

“I never got to see Evan’s belly button before, did you?” Maddie observed

“No! I like it! It’s darling! And look at his little nipple-dots!” Mindy licked her finger and rubbed my nipple with her fingertip. It felt cold. “I like rubbing them around and around and . . .”

“Look!” Maddie said, touching my other nipple. “It’s getting bigger!”

Erica interposed, “I think there’s something else getting bigger too.” She pointed to my underpants.

Immediately, Maddie and Mindy knelt down and started studying my midsection.

“His little Ninja Turtle is bulging out,” Mindy observed.

“That’s Leonardo, isn’t it?” Maddie asked.

“No,” Mindy answered. “Leonardo has the blue mask. This is Donatello with the purple mask, see?” and she touched my underpants right in the middle—I could feel her fingertip on my penis, right through the cloth. I squirmed. They both giggled.

“Evan likes it when you tickle his little Donatello,” Maddie chuckled.

“Yeah,” Mindy rubbed me a little harder. “I think that’s Evan’s little peenie-weenie in there.”

“I wish we could see it,” Maddie said, coyly.

“Go ahead,” Erika answered, obligingly. “Pull back his underpants and take a look.”

“NMMMMMMPH!” I protested, vainly.

Maddie slid her finger down my belly and under the elastic. She pulled the elastic out, and she and Mindy both peered in.

“OOOOOH!” Mindy squealed. “It’s so CUTE!” They both giggled.

Maddie slipped her finger down so that it was touching the tip of my penis. She wiggled her finger. “It’s getting bigger and bigger!” she observed.

It was. I was getting a weird sensation down there, which I’d never experienced before. I’d never had a girl touch my penis with her fingers before. The sensation continued as Maddie slid her hand farther into my underpants and slid her finger around, stroking the underside of my penis.

“I think he likes it,” Mindy remarked.

“Do you like this, Evan?” Maddie said, stroking my penis and looking up at me. “Do you like when I rub your little bazooka?” This brought a loud snicker from Rachel and Melissa. “Do you like feeling my finger rubbing your little peenie-weenie? Up, and down, and up, and down, . . .”

My face was turning red. I felt hot and embarrassed. Suddenly, Mindy took a cellphone out of her pocket, and aimed it into my underpants. I heard a quiet “beep” and realized that she’d just taken a picture of my penis.

Maddie suddenly pulled her hand out of my underpants. “Hey! Did you get my finger in that picture?”

“Yeah, probably. So?”

Maddie chuckled. “I guess it doesn’t matter.” She patted my underpants with her hand, right on Donatello. “Thank you, Evan, for letting us look at your little thing-ee.” It made my penis tingle.

They both got on their bikes, and rode off, giggling.

“See?” Erika chortled. “Won’t it be fun when we get to the park?”

“We’re going to show you to all your friends then.”

“In nothing but your little underpants.” Giggling.

“With your little Ninja Turtles on them.” More giggling.

I was helpless. I was being wheeled closer and closer to the park. Erika and her two friends were going to wheel me right into the middle of all those girls from my class, and I couldn’t stop them. They’d all see me and laugh at me and touch my body, and tickle me and rub me. And they might even look inside my undies, like Maddie had done. And I had no way to stop them. I felt bare and defenseless.

[Lola]

Always a pleasure to read your stories. It's kinda fascinating that you would like to be teased like that by girls

[NickTwisp]

So embarrassing for Evan. Many of his classmates now seeing him in just his underpants. And some getting a peek at his penis. This will likely be discussed among his 6th grade peers when school starts in September.

[Datom]

So embarrassing for Evan. Many of his classmates now seeing him in just his underpants. And some getting a peek at his penis. This will likely be discussed among his 6th grade peers when school starts in September.

You better believe it, NickTwisp!

[Datom]

Always a pleasure to read your stories. It's kinda fascinating that you would like to be teased like that by girls

Thank you, Lola! I always enjoy hearing from you. (I wonder what it would be like to be teased by you?)

Just your opinon, please: I wrote this story last year and posted it as a story in the third person. I remember you read it, because you remarked on the little "Donatello" synonym. Do you like it better in the first person, like I have it here?

[Lola]

It doesn't make any difference for me first or third person as long as the story is well written.

I would do the exact same things the girls do in the story but live streaming everything. I would write "Datom" on your chest so everyone would know you're the author... Hope this will make you feel embarrassed enough

[NudeBaG]

This is fantastic!
Already so much contact!
I can’t believe he got to keep his undies!

[Datom]

I would do the exact same things the girls do in the story but live streaming everything. I would write "Datom" on your chest so everyone would know you're the author... Hope this will make you feel embarrassed enough

I'd hate/love it! Especially the live-streaming. I'd never know who was looking at me.

While you had your pen out, you could write "Lola was here," right over my . . .

Hey! That's a good idea! I'm gonna get that into this story! Thanks, Lola!

[Datom]

Part II

A minute later I could see us coming to a cross street. It was Vinton Street. And right across Vinton I could see the Park. There were a number of girls around a picnic table near the entrance. I recognized Darcy Wyeski and Zoe Kimmel, from my class. Kailee Fielding was there, from the sixth grade was there, in her tights and sports bra. There were a couple other girls too, only I couldn’t tell who they were, because their backs were turned. There was also an older girl there, with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail, whom I didn’t recognize. She was wearing a long tee shirt that reached down to her legs, covering her shorts. Except for Kailee, the girls were all wearing shorts, and either tee shirts or camisoles. They were mostly huddled together looking at one of the cellphones.

I was struggling on the dolly. I wanted so much to turn and go home. But I was helpless. Erika and her two friends were in control. And as horrified as I was, I was being wheeled closer and closer to the park. I was pushed across the street, and right past the sign that said “Memorial Park—Maplewood Park System,” and right along the path to the picnic table where the girls were gathered.

“Hey, girls!” Rachel called. “Look who we have here!”

The girls all turned and looked at me, strapped almost naked to the dolly, squirming. Then suddenly, as they recognized me, there were hoots, and whistles, followed by laughter.

“It’s Evan!”

“Evan from our class!”

“Hi, Evan!”

The girls all came over and surrounded me.

“I never saw Evan’s body before.”

He’s cute!”

“Tell you what,” Melissa suggested. “I’ll just stand him up by the picnic table, and let you all check out his body.”

The girls all giggled their assent. I was pushed up, next to the table, and was stood upright. Immediately, all the girls crowded around me. The tall girl was standing toward the back of the group, and Kailee, Darcy, and Zoe were in front of me. The other girl turned out to be Lacy Stephenson, another girl from my class.

“Can we touch him?” Lacy asked.

“Nmmmmmph!” I protested.

“Sure, go ahead,” Erika grinned. “He likes it.”

Lacy touched my cheek with her fingers. “Hi, Evan,” she said, in a voice dripping with sugar. “We always wanted to see your body.”

I felt a hand running up and down my back, stroking me from my shoulder down to my hip.

“I hope you’re not embarrassed about us looking at your bare body, Eric,” Lacy’s fingertips were sliding down my cheek, down the side of my neck, and down to my shoulders. “We like your bare body. It’s cute.”

Kailee was kneeling in front of me. She had slipped her hand in between my thighs, and was stroking the inside of my thigh, up and down, up and down. Each time it came a little closer to my crotch.

The hand running down my back slid all the way down to the top of my underpants. I could feel fingers playing with the elastic. Meanwhile, Lacy’s hand was petting my shoulder.

“Are you embarrassed of your little nipples, Evan?” she giggled. Her fingertip touched my bare nipple, and started tracing little circles around it. She giggled.

“Look!” Darcy chortled. “His little tittie is getting bigger!”

“I think he likes it when you tickle his nipple,” Melissa observed.

“Do you, Evan?” Lacy chirped gleefully. “Do you like it when I play with your little nipple?”

It was true. My nipple had gotten hard. Lacy’s finger was now flicking back and forth across it.

The hand on my back had been playing with the elastic of my underpants for a few minutes. Now the fingertips slid underneath and slid down along the skin of my bare butt cheek. They pinched me, and I lurched.

“Oooh! Look at him wiggle!” Zoe chortled.

“He’s so CUTE when he wiggles!” Dargy giggled.

The fingers pinched me again. I lurched again. The girls all laughed at me.

Lacy came around in front of me and leaned over. She ran her fingertips down my front, down to my belly.

“Look at this cute little belly button,” she remarked. She put her finger in her mouth and swooshed it a couple times. Then she took her moist fingertip and rubbed it around on my bellybutton.

Just at that moment a slight breeze came up and blew across my body. Lacy’s saliva on my bellybutton suddenly felt cold, and I shivered.

“I think he’s embarrassed that we’re looking at his belly button,” Zoe grinned.

“Hey, Evan?” Lacy giggled. “Are you ashamed of your belly button?” She rubbed her fingertip on it again. I shivered again, and all the girls laughed at me.

“How do you like his little underpants?” Erika smirked.

Lacy and Zoe looked dawn at my underpants. “Oooh! Cute underpants!”

“Those are those Karate Turtle guys!

“Ninja Turtles.”

“Yeah, them. Whatever”

“See?” Kailee knelt down next to them, and pointed to the center of my underpants. “This one is Rafael.”

“No it isn’t. That’s Leonardo.”

“No, it’s Rafael. See? He has the red mask.”

“That’s a purple mask. See?” Zoe’s finger touched the front of my underpants, right where my penis was. “Isn’t that Leonardo?”

“No,” Melissa interjected. “That’s Donatello.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, she’s right.” Zoe’s finger slid down my underpants, stroking my penis through the cloth. “See? He has the purple wristbands too.” She wiggled her finger. I shuddered, and they all laughed at me again.

“It’s getting bigger!” Darcy chortled. “See? When you rub little Donatello, he gets bigger!”

Zoe slid her finger up and down several times. It was true—my penis was firming up. I was shivering. The girls all laughed at my embarrassment.

Kailee looked at Erika. “Can we look at it?”

“Nmmmmph!” I protested through the gag. “Plmmmmmph dnnnnph!”

Erica grinned maliciously. “Sure. Go ahead.”

Kailee slipped her finger under the elastic, and pulled it down. She and Darcy and Zoe and Lacy peered inside. Lacy slipped her finger in, and started stroking the side of my penis.

“Ooooh!”

Look at it!”

“It’s so CUTE!”

“Look at the little ridge around the tip!” Lacy’s finger was now tracing around the tip of my penis. “That means he’s been circumscribed.” She nodded knowledgeably.

“No, Silly,” Zoe corrected. “You mean circum-CIZED.”

“Whatever.” Lacy slipped her finger out, letting Darcy finger me.

Darcy’s finger touched the tip of my penis. “Look at this little hole at the end,” she giggled.

Kailee nodded and grinned. “That’s where his juice comes out.”

Darcy squeezed the tip of my penis playfully with her thumb and forefinger, and giggled.

Lacy looked up at me. “Hey, Evan,” she cooed at me. “I hope you don’t mind that we’re looking at your penis.”

I squirmed. They all laughed.

“I think he’s embarrassed of showing us his penis,” Darcy grinned, squeezing it again.

“Aw, poor Evan!” Lacy started to stroke my belly with her fingertips. “Are you embarrassed of showing us your penis?” She giggled. “Are you ashamed of your penis?”

The tall girl in the back hadn’t said anything yet. Now she moved forward. Kailee looked up at her. “Hey, Linda? Can you see okay?”

“Not really,” said the tall girl. Linda, I guess. “Can you pull his elastic down a little further?”

Kailee reached out and hooked her finger on my underpants elastic, and pulled down. Linda peered down at my penis, grinning.

“Nice,” she chuckled. “I want a pic of that.” She looked up. “The light here isn’t too good. Let’s put him over on the other side of that tree.”

I felt the dolly, with me on it, being tipped back, then wheeled around to the other side of the tree. Then I was stood upright again. Now the sunlight was almost in my face.

“Perfect!” Linda smiled evilly. She pulled out her cellphone. “Now, I just need him completely bare-assed. Can we get his little gutchies down?”

The girls all giggled.

Just at that moment, I heard a new voice behind me. “Hey, guys! What are you all doing?”

It was Winnie!

I wanted to die, right on the spot! Winnie!—the one girl I had a crush on!

Winnie came up from behind the tree. Her red hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was wearing shorts and a pink camisole. When she saw me she stopped and gaped.

“Evan?” I could see her eyes going up and down, looking at my bare body.

“Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!” I protested, squirming. The other girls all laughed.

“Why do you have Evan all—all tied to that dolly in—in just his underpants?” Winnie was staring at Erika.

“We’re punishing him,” Erika explained. “He was trying to spy on us while we were changing, So we’re giving him a taste of his own medicine.” The other girls laughed.

“Hey, Winnie!” Kailee grinned. “You’re just in time! We’re just about to PULL DOWN Evan’s UNDERPANTS.”

“We’re going to MAKE Evan SHOW US HIS PENIS,” giggled Lacy. They all laughed again.

“That’s too mean!” Winnie protested.

Meanwhile, Darcy was reaching for my hips. She slipped her fingers inside my underpants elastic, and pulled slowly down. As my penis came into view, Winnie stared at it. I wished I could just sink into the ground out of sight.

The other girls were hooting and laughing, pointing at my penis.

“Oooh! Look at it!”

“Awww! It’s ADORABLE!”

Rachel came around to the front. She had picked up a stick, about a foot long. Now she slid it under my penis and lifted it up.

“Omigod!” Darcy giggled. “Look at the little testicle-balls!”

“Awww!” Zoe cooed, grinning. She slipped her finger under my testicles and started stroking the bottom of them gently. “They’re all bumpy!” she observed. Another round of laughter.

Zoe’s fingers tickled as she stroked the bottom of my testicles. I shivered. Zoe giggled. “I think he likes when I do this.”

“Okay,” Linda commanded. “Everyone back for a minute. I gotta get a picture.” She held up her cellphone and leaned over. I could hear a little electronic “beep” as she took a picture of my penis. Then she stepped back.

“I want one with his face in it. So we’ll know whose penis we’re looking at,” she grinned. She held up the cellphone again, and once again I heard the little “beep.”

“Perfect!” Linda said, peering at the screen on her phone.

She came right up to me, and touched her finger on my nipple. “There, Little Boy. Now I have a PICTURE of your PENIS. Just what I want. I like taking pictures of little boy penises.” She grinned in my face. “Now I can add your PENIS to my COLLECTION.”

I heard snickers from the other girls.

Linda continued. “Now I have your little PENIS in my CELLPHONE. I can PULL UP your PENIS and LOOK at it, any time I want.” She grinned evilly. “I can even SHARE your PENIS with my FRIENDS.” She tapped my nipple with her finger. “Won’t that be nice?”

I felt like shriveling up inside. This felt like the supreme moment of my embarrassment—my private parts were on display to all these girls. And it was all being watched by the one girl I really liked. I closed my eyes, and tried to wish myself about a thousand miles away.

“Hey, Linda!” Zoe was saying. “Will you send that pic to me?”

“Me too?” Darcy added.

“Me three,” Kailee chuckled.

“Sure.” Linda looked at her phone and typed on it for a second. I knew that I was being shared.

Linda was now looking critically at her cellphone. “I wish I could get one of him having an erection.” She reached down and stuck her finger under my penis and flipped it up, and snickered.

“We can rub it,” volunteered Kailee, “and make him get it real big for us.”

Kailee knelt back down next to me, and slipped her finger under my penis. Flipping my penis up against my belly, she started stroking the underside up and down, up and down. I could feel myself stiffening a little. Slipping her thumb behind my penis, Kailee held it in place while she stroked me. The other girls were watching my crotch and grinning—all except Winnie. She looked distressed.

“I think you guys are being mean to Evan,” she said indignantly.

Linda glanced up at Erika. “I think I know how we can make him get real big,” she said. She went over and whispered in Erika’s ear. Erika grinned and said something to Melissa and Rachel.

Meanwhile, Kailee was stroking my penis, up and down, with her fingers. “Come on, Evan,” she was cooing. “I want to see a nice big penis.”

I didn’t notice Rachel and Melissa coming around in front. They slipped behind Winnie. Suddenly they grabbed Winnie by the arms.

“Hey!” Winnie cried. “What are you doing?”

Right in front of me, Rachel and Melissa put their free hands onto Winnie’s waist, and slid them up, pushing up Winnie’s camisole, and exposing her belly. “Peek-a-boo!” Rachel chortled.

I’d never seen Winnie’s bellybutton before. It was actually kind of cute, round and not too deep, with a little ridge over the top.

As Winnie struggled, Rachel and Melissa pushed Winnie’s camisole up even further. Now most of Winnie’s newly-developing breasts were exposed. I found myself staring at Winnie’s nipples, like little pink rosebuds in the middle of her little areolas. Winnie was struggling.

“Wow!” Lacy pointed at my crotch. “Look at his penis now!”

I looked down. My penis was pointing straight out, rock-hard, and bigger than I’d ever seen it before. It ached. The girls all stared at it, then laughed at me.

“I guess looking at Winnie’s little tits must turn him on,” Erika chortled.

“Maybe,” Melissa grinned. “He liked looking at my tits. Now he can have a look at little Winnie’s bare tits.” A round of laughter.

“Aren’t they cute?” Melissa reached over and squeezed Winnie’s nipple with her fingers. Winnie winced.

Linda had leaned over and was taking more pictures of my penis. “Wow! This thing is nice and big!” She squeezed my penis a couple times and giggled. “I bet it’s full!” She looked right at me. “Do you like that, Little Boy? Do you like when I squeeze your penis?” She grinned and squeezed me a couple more times.

I was holding on tight. I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further by letting go.

Meanwhile, Kailee and Zoe had taken out their cellphones. They were aiming them at my crotch. Judging from the little “beeps” and “clicks,” they were taking plenty of their own pictures of my penis.

“Hey!” Linda grinned. “I have an idea! Let’s lay him down on the ground.”

“Okay,” Erika smiled uncertainly. “Why?”

Melissa and Rachel had moved back behind the dolly. I was tipped back and taken over to a shady spot by the picnic table. Then I was tipped all the way back, so that the handle of the dolly was on the ground and I was lying face-up. I looked up and saw the girls all standing around me.

Zoe slipped her foot out of her sandal. She reached her bare foot out and touched her big toe to my penis. She wiggled her toe, and I had to hang onto my load.

Darcy had stooped down beside me. As she leaned over my stomach, her long hair dangled down onto my bellybutton. It tickled. Meanwhile, Kailee was running her bare foot up and down my thigh. I stole a glance at Winnie. She looked agonized.

Linda leaned over my crotch. She had pulled a pen out of her pocket, and had taken the cap off. “I’m gonna write on him,” she announced.

Erika looked a little tenuous. “That’ll wash off, won’t it?”

Linda handed her the pen. Erika read the side aloud. “Inedible black ink.”

Melissa corrected her. “Not in-ED-ible, Stupid! In-DEL-ible!”

“Okay,” Erika exhaled. “Indelible means that it’ll wash off, right?”

“Right!” Linda took the pen back. Her free hand stretched my skin on my lower abdomen, right above my penis. With her right hand she started writing.

Zoe was looking over her shoulder, and reading aloud: "Linda—was—here.” She giggled. The other girls laughed at me.

The cellphones came out, and I was once again photographed, with the new inscription over my private parts.

Linda looked at Erika. “He’s your little brother, right?”

“Yeah,” Erika responded slowly. “Why?”

“I want to rent him from you,” Linda said matter-of-factly. “For an hour. I’ll give you ten bucks if you’ll let me have him for an hour.”

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Linda renting him should be good. Lol. He needs to get totally bare naked though.