This one is going to be a short story of only a few chapters...or I think it is at this point. lol...
Aversion Therapy
Part One. Secret Romance
Horace couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd been getting friendly with this super fine girl at school. First it was small talk in the hallway or
out near the flagpole in front of the school. Then it was sitting together at lunch. For the last week they'd been texting each other. So far all
of this had been done mostly in secret. The other kids at school had figured out Horace and Mindy were making moves on each other, but nobody
in either side of their families had a clue yet, and both of them wanted to keep it that way.
The reason for the secrecy was Mindy's mom had some strict rules concerning what teenage behavior ought to be.
1. No slutty clothes or makeup. Mindy has to have on full length jeans or slacks. No bare shoulders or mid-riffs showing, and only a minimum
of makeup is allowed. No lipstick.
2. No dating until sixteen, and until eighteen all dates have to be double or with a chaperone.
3. No fooling around anywhere. Stay out of a boy's car. Stay where other people are and where the lights are on.
And the BIG ONE: Save it for marriage. This meant no sexual intercourse, obviously...but the way Mindy described it, no "hanky-panky", no
"fooling around", no necking either.
"What the hell is necking?" Horace asked Mindy, and she had to tell him that means no kissing or placing hickeys on the neck.
Horace was flabbergasted when he found out how extensive the limits Mindy had for developing a relationship with a guy. "Wow...your mom
wants you to be like a nun. When it comes to fun...you don't get none."
"Did your mom grow up in a convent?" is another question Horace asked.
"Not at all. My mom admits she fooled around a bunch when she was younger. That is why I don't know who my daddy is. Now she is on this
tyrannical crusade to keep me a virgin until I get through college. Not just high school, but freaking college!"
Horace can't believe Mindy's bad luck to have such a strict parental figure. Mindy is too damn good looking for her to be keeping that body
in No Man's Land.
Both Horace and Mindy are sixteen, in their second year of high school. So far, Mindy had been able to ward off the aggressive boys who wanted
to date her, the ones who looked at the above average height and built blond girl as a trophy. The modest clothes she wore can't hide her
slim waist and bountiful boobs. Loads of guys had tried to steer her down the wrong path, but Mindy kept her willpower in place, pulled herself
back onto the narrow course before things got out of hand.
With Horace, Mindy's willpower wilted.
Horace wasn't one of the sports jocks. He didn't have a nice car either. He was just a regular guy. Sort of cute but nice of temperament, his
animal nature that of a caring sheepdog. He was more of a cocker spaniel than a bulldog when it came to bullying through a girl's defenses.
Horace is a sweet kid, and a smart one. He helps Mindy with her homework, and over time the girl began to get some feeling, those little
tingles that go off inside. Horace has naturally curly light brown hair, and he wears glasses. He sort of looked like Corey Haim, sort of looked
like Corey Feldman from the Lost Boys vampire movie, which is really not a bad combination.
After knowing each other as friends for a couple weeks, Mindy finally gave Horace her phone number.
Secret messages flew back and forth between them. Silly little half rhyming phrases, cryptic messages about foolish things, it's as if Mindy
didn't want anyone to know what the messages were about if anyone scanned the texts. Horace and Mindy created their own code.
Meat Bye da Lie bee ree...means "Meat by the Library".
Gopher Move E...means "You want to go for a movie?"
If Horace's dad or Mindy's mom had gotten hold of their phones the chance of the code being broken were slim.
After a few more weeks, Mindy got brave enough to have Horace walk her all the way home. She stopped at the driveway, never allowing her
secret boyfriend to come closer to the house. A couple times they did duck behind a tree to kiss goodbye. Each of these subtle touches,
the brief moments of their bodies in contact with each other left each of them craving more, like vampires crave a walking blood blank
called a warm blooded human.
Finally, Mindy told Horace to meet her in front of her house. "Come over Saturday night. Show up at eight O'clock", she told him. "If the coast
is clear, I'll come out to get you. If you don't see me by 8:30 go on home."
For three full days Horace was on pins and needles. He couldn't wait to find out what his sweet darling had in store for him. She never told him
to come by the house before. Will this be the moment when they can finally do some of that Hanky-Panky? Horace decided to be on his
best physical foot forward, and he kept himself from jerking off for those three days.
Then the day came...Saturday. As the clock got later and later on Saturday, the anticipation caused his heart to flutter and his fly to constantly
get pushed on by his overly eager beaver boner tucked down in there, pushing and prodding as if trying to claw its way out of the dark and
tight confines of his jeans. It was a minor annoyance but Horace didn't mind. He didn't mind being happy with a hardon.
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Aversion Therapy
Part Two. Make Yourself Comfortable
Horace waits on the sidewalk in front of Mindy's house. The time is 8:15 and the sun is fully gone from the sky. When he planted his feet
in front of his girlfriend's house, there was just a little bit of red in the western direction. "Red sky at night...sailor's delight" Horace says out
loud and he grins. He's been anticipating this moment the way a sailor counts the days and hours till the ship reaches a port in some far off land
where the sailor hopes his Lady friend will be waiting at the dock.
As Horace paces back and forth he begins to feel uneasy. Walking past a house is normal. Waiting a minute in front of a house is no big deal.
Waiting for thirty minutes in front of a house is making Horace wonder if anybody will notice him. Stalkers and lunatics hang out in front of
houses in old thriller movies. Will some suspicious woman notice he's been there for the past twenty minutes? Will that woman pick up the
phone to call the cops? Why didn't they think of a better place to wait, a place to hide? This is getting uncomfortable.
Is Mindy even in her house? There are several lights on, but those lights have been the same ever since he arrived. Horace looks at his phone.
8:22. He's supposed to leave at 8:30 if he gets no word. A car drives slowly by. Horace tries to play it cool. He stands there as if the sidewalk
belongs to him, that he has every right to be there at all hours of the day. The car moves on, slowly drives away, red tail-lights fading in the
distance.
Everything is so peaceful, so quiet, that he jumps when the phone in his pocket vibrates slightly and the music of Lady Gaga seeps through
the material of his jeans loud enough to wake up a drunken sailor.
Pulling out the phone again, it's Mindy calling him.
"Hey, hello" is all Horace can say when he hears Mindy say a simple set of directions.
"Walk around to the back yard. The door is open. Bye."
Short and simple, go around to the back. Horace steps from the sidewalk to the driveway. He makes his way to the front of the garage, then
turning right he moves along the side of the house. He doesn't know what to expect. He's never actually been closer to the house than the
driveway near the street. There is no fence. There is no dog. No trouble in getting to the back door, and it is unlocked like Mindy said it
would be. Horace opens the door and lets himself in.
The room is only lightly lit from lamps on the far side of the room. Horace can't see anything yet. He closes the door behind him.
"Lock the door".
The voice comes from the shadows.
"Get away from the windows."
After locking up, Horace follows the direction he heard Mindy's voice. Soon he is in the hallway, and the lights overhead are lit up. Mindy had
already moved down the hallway. She stands at the very end. She is wearing something sleek and sexy, but exactly what it is Horace doesn't
know. See girl must follow...Horace doesn't need any further instructions. He quickens his steps. Just as he reaches the end of the hallway,
Mindy grabs hold of him. Silently she presses her face up to his. It's the longest, most provocative kiss she had given him up to this point.
It drives his juices to flowing, his heart to beat loud enough for him to imagine he can hear it.
After the kiss, Horace takes a look at the girl in his arms. She has on this sheer nightgown, the bottom of which barely covers any of her legs.
Even in the low yellowish tint of the hallway lights, Horace can see Mindy has on makeup of a different sort. Black eyeliner with red
lipstick, and her cheeks are rosy. Mindy is all "Tarted Up" like they say in old British movies. She looks delicious, so stunning and sexy.
Horace never thought about licking another person's body before, but he's thinking it now. Does makeup even have a taste?
"I see you've already gotten yourself comfortable," Horace says to his girlfriend. He's smiling so wide the side of his cheeks can feel it. Nothing
like this has ever happened to him before. He's never said this to Mindy, but he suspects that Mindy suspects this...Horace has never been with
a girl before.
"This is something out of my mom's closet. She hasn't worn it in years." Mindy looks down at herself. The fabric is so sheer that Horace can
see the color of her bra, a bright and naughty shade of red. "You seem to be a little overdressed don't you think?" Mindy smiles and she opens
the door to reveal her bedroom.
Horace is pulled, very willingly, into the bedroom of his secret crush. The room looks like it belongs to someone younger than Mindy's sixteen
years. The stuffed animals, the posters of Disney Channel shows, the Mermaid Movie themed bedspread and pillowcases, it all makes it seem the room belongs to a girl who is twelve.
Mindy laughs for a moment upon seeing Horace eyeballing the decor. "Let's just say my mom doesn't like the idea of letting me grow up," Mindy
says shyly, but her actions are not at all shy.
She comes close again, giving her handsome studmuffin a hug, and her hands slide around the backside to grab firmly onto Horace's firm ass.
They kiss again, hands on both sides now roaming freely. Horace is getting all worked up and can hardly believe it when his own hand slides up Mindy's nightgown to grab hold of one of those red lace covered tits.
Mindy looks up into her secret admirer's eyes. "Yeah, I bet you want to see these. But age before beauty. You are three months older than me. Take your clothes off and get comfortable."
Part Two. Make Yourself Comfortable
Horace waits on the sidewalk in front of Mindy's house. The time is 8:15 and the sun is fully gone from the sky. When he planted his feet
in front of his girlfriend's house, there was just a little bit of red in the western direction. "Red sky at night...sailor's delight" Horace says out
loud and he grins. He's been anticipating this moment the way a sailor counts the days and hours till the ship reaches a port in some far off land
where the sailor hopes his Lady friend will be waiting at the dock.
As Horace paces back and forth he begins to feel uneasy. Walking past a house is normal. Waiting a minute in front of a house is no big deal.
Waiting for thirty minutes in front of a house is making Horace wonder if anybody will notice him. Stalkers and lunatics hang out in front of
houses in old thriller movies. Will some suspicious woman notice he's been there for the past twenty minutes? Will that woman pick up the
phone to call the cops? Why didn't they think of a better place to wait, a place to hide? This is getting uncomfortable.
Is Mindy even in her house? There are several lights on, but those lights have been the same ever since he arrived. Horace looks at his phone.
8:22. He's supposed to leave at 8:30 if he gets no word. A car drives slowly by. Horace tries to play it cool. He stands there as if the sidewalk
belongs to him, that he has every right to be there at all hours of the day. The car moves on, slowly drives away, red tail-lights fading in the
distance.
Everything is so peaceful, so quiet, that he jumps when the phone in his pocket vibrates slightly and the music of Lady Gaga seeps through
the material of his jeans loud enough to wake up a drunken sailor.
Pulling out the phone again, it's Mindy calling him.
"Hey, hello" is all Horace can say when he hears Mindy say a simple set of directions.
"Walk around to the back yard. The door is open. Bye."
Short and simple, go around to the back. Horace steps from the sidewalk to the driveway. He makes his way to the front of the garage, then
turning right he moves along the side of the house. He doesn't know what to expect. He's never actually been closer to the house than the
driveway near the street. There is no fence. There is no dog. No trouble in getting to the back door, and it is unlocked like Mindy said it
would be. Horace opens the door and lets himself in.
The room is only lightly lit from lamps on the far side of the room. Horace can't see anything yet. He closes the door behind him.
"Lock the door".
The voice comes from the shadows.
"Get away from the windows."
After locking up, Horace follows the direction he heard Mindy's voice. Soon he is in the hallway, and the lights overhead are lit up. Mindy had
already moved down the hallway. She stands at the very end. She is wearing something sleek and sexy, but exactly what it is Horace doesn't
know. See girl must follow...Horace doesn't need any further instructions. He quickens his steps. Just as he reaches the end of the hallway,
Mindy grabs hold of him. Silently she presses her face up to his. It's the longest, most provocative kiss she had given him up to this point.
It drives his juices to flowing, his heart to beat loud enough for him to imagine he can hear it.
After the kiss, Horace takes a look at the girl in his arms. She has on this sheer nightgown, the bottom of which barely covers any of her legs.
Even in the low yellowish tint of the hallway lights, Horace can see Mindy has on makeup of a different sort. Black eyeliner with red
lipstick, and her cheeks are rosy. Mindy is all "Tarted Up" like they say in old British movies. She looks delicious, so stunning and sexy.
Horace never thought about licking another person's body before, but he's thinking it now. Does makeup even have a taste?
"I see you've already gotten yourself comfortable," Horace says to his girlfriend. He's smiling so wide the side of his cheeks can feel it. Nothing
like this has ever happened to him before. He's never said this to Mindy, but he suspects that Mindy suspects this...Horace has never been with
a girl before.
"This is something out of my mom's closet. She hasn't worn it in years." Mindy looks down at herself. The fabric is so sheer that Horace can
see the color of her bra, a bright and naughty shade of red. "You seem to be a little overdressed don't you think?" Mindy smiles and she opens
the door to reveal her bedroom.
Horace is pulled, very willingly, into the bedroom of his secret crush. The room looks like it belongs to someone younger than Mindy's sixteen
years. The stuffed animals, the posters of Disney Channel shows, the Mermaid Movie themed bedspread and pillowcases, it all makes it seem the room belongs to a girl who is twelve.
Mindy laughs for a moment upon seeing Horace eyeballing the decor. "Let's just say my mom doesn't like the idea of letting me grow up," Mindy
says shyly, but her actions are not at all shy.
She comes close again, giving her handsome studmuffin a hug, and her hands slide around the backside to grab firmly onto Horace's firm ass.
They kiss again, hands on both sides now roaming freely. Horace is getting all worked up and can hardly believe it when his own hand slides up Mindy's nightgown to grab hold of one of those red lace covered tits.
Mindy looks up into her secret admirer's eyes. "Yeah, I bet you want to see these. But age before beauty. You are three months older than me. Take your clothes off and get comfortable."
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Aversion Therapy
Part Three. Willing Captive
"Take off your clothes and get comfortable."
Just the words themselves sent a shiver through him, making his mind whirl with jumbled thoughts and convoluted emotions. After all those
years of fantasies involving imaginary situations with a dozen or so fictional female characters, Horace is wide awake and not in the security
and safety of his own bed, or the shower, or sitting on the toilet during a jerkoff session. Half the orgasms he experienced came while
sitting on the toilet while looking at naked women pleasuring themselves, jerking furiously with one hand, hoping not to lose his grip on the
phone in the other hand. Once he nearly tanked the phone after losing the grip on it. It clanked on his right thigh, slid off to hit the
porcelain toilet seat and fortunately fell forward onto the floor. That was too close to disaster as that toilet was in dire need of flushing.
Horace had never taken his clothes off before, not in front of someone, not like this. He stripped down to his swimsuit, which was already under
his jeans, one time at summer camp, but that isn't the same as taking off one's clothes while a girl is watching. It had been a couple years since
his mom saw him in briefs. He must have been frozen too long, standing there as his mind tried to process and understand what is going on.
He's in a girl's bedroom, and that girl is wearing a sexy nightgown. That girl sneaked him in when her mom isn't home, and she wants to get
naughty...so nice but scary at the same time.
Mindy makes the first move. She sits down on the bed.
"Strip for me. Not too fast. Take it nice and slow."
Horace moves farther away from the bed. On the bedside table, Mindy turns on a desk lamp. It's one of those flexible types, and she twists it
to point at Horace like a spotlight. Next she takes out her phone.
"No...no pictures!" Horace says, backing up and covering the face with his hands.
"Don't worry. I don't want any evidence of this," Mindy tells him. She does something on the screen and music begins to play.
Horace nervously laughs, both relieved and still petrified with fright. With the light aimed at him, he focuses on the song, which he does
not recognize but knows it's something old from the 70s or 80s. It's something with a disco beat and rhythm. First things first, get these
shoes and socks off. He laughs again, cause it's not really possible to take off socks and shoes in a graceful and sexy manner. Maybe there is
a way to do that, a secret known only to professional strippers. The first part of the disrobing feels awkward having to bend over to untie
sneakers and yank off socks. Now for the real deal of getting down and dirty with the striptease.
Horace wears a button up long-sleeved shirt. Mindy laughs when he catches on to the main beat, using that to undo each button. Undo a
button, spread the shirt wide. Next beat undo next button, spread shirt wider. Mindy licked her lips as soon as Horace's shirt is spread open
enough to show the nipples. She clapped when the shirt slides off to hit the floor.
Next is the jeans. Horace is fully into this now, this striptease act. He rotates the hips, unbuckles belt. Rotates again, unsnaps the button.
Mindy finger motions for him to come closer. His sweet and sexy temptress grabs the front of the jeans. She smiles wickedly as the zipper is
slowly pulled downward. Down go the jeans in a single motion. Mindy is greeted to the sight of boxers already tenting outward. As Horace
rotates his hips, the front of the tent nearly hits Mindy in the mouth.
"Okay, off with them. Hand me your clothes big boy. But leave your boxers on."
Mindy takes the shirt and jeans, shoes and socks as well, and she takes them to her student desk in the corner of the room. Opening the top
drawer, she shoves the clothes inside. This drawer is closed and then locked, but she has another surprise when Mindy turns around. A set of
handcuffs dangles in her hand.
The eyes on Horace's face widen in trepidation, mouth opened wide as well in a 'What the hell is this?' expression.
"Um, what are those for?"
"Oh this? You're not afraid of a little kinky fun are you?" Mindy looked like an angel in disguise. An angelic body with a beautiful face, but
those eyes were devilish, her voice teasing and taunting like he is a little child, and he better do as he's told.
Horace nervously laughs. What is he supposed to do? He didn't anticipate anything like this. He didn't like not having his clothes within
reach. Why were they locked up?
"If you want to play, get on the bed. Place your hands above your head next to the metal frame."
Part of him wants to call it off. Part of him has warning bells going off in the logical, reasonable part of the brain. The backup brain down in
his dick wins the internal debate. The needs of the little head outweigh the needs of the big one. Horace gets on the bed. Willingly and
without complaint, he raises his hands up to grasp hold of one of the metal bars of the bedframe. Mindy steps over, and without a word she
cuffs each of the wrists, leaving Horace a captive on the bed, hands locked together behind metal bars.
Mindy steps back to look down at her captive. "You really are cute and cuddly, sort like a big naked teddy bear. The first thing I want to know
about you is...are you ticklish?"
Part Three. Willing Captive
"Take off your clothes and get comfortable."
Just the words themselves sent a shiver through him, making his mind whirl with jumbled thoughts and convoluted emotions. After all those
years of fantasies involving imaginary situations with a dozen or so fictional female characters, Horace is wide awake and not in the security
and safety of his own bed, or the shower, or sitting on the toilet during a jerkoff session. Half the orgasms he experienced came while
sitting on the toilet while looking at naked women pleasuring themselves, jerking furiously with one hand, hoping not to lose his grip on the
phone in the other hand. Once he nearly tanked the phone after losing the grip on it. It clanked on his right thigh, slid off to hit the
porcelain toilet seat and fortunately fell forward onto the floor. That was too close to disaster as that toilet was in dire need of flushing.
Horace had never taken his clothes off before, not in front of someone, not like this. He stripped down to his swimsuit, which was already under
his jeans, one time at summer camp, but that isn't the same as taking off one's clothes while a girl is watching. It had been a couple years since
his mom saw him in briefs. He must have been frozen too long, standing there as his mind tried to process and understand what is going on.
He's in a girl's bedroom, and that girl is wearing a sexy nightgown. That girl sneaked him in when her mom isn't home, and she wants to get
naughty...so nice but scary at the same time.
Mindy makes the first move. She sits down on the bed.
"Strip for me. Not too fast. Take it nice and slow."
Horace moves farther away from the bed. On the bedside table, Mindy turns on a desk lamp. It's one of those flexible types, and she twists it
to point at Horace like a spotlight. Next she takes out her phone.
"No...no pictures!" Horace says, backing up and covering the face with his hands.
"Don't worry. I don't want any evidence of this," Mindy tells him. She does something on the screen and music begins to play.
Horace nervously laughs, both relieved and still petrified with fright. With the light aimed at him, he focuses on the song, which he does
not recognize but knows it's something old from the 70s or 80s. It's something with a disco beat and rhythm. First things first, get these
shoes and socks off. He laughs again, cause it's not really possible to take off socks and shoes in a graceful and sexy manner. Maybe there is
a way to do that, a secret known only to professional strippers. The first part of the disrobing feels awkward having to bend over to untie
sneakers and yank off socks. Now for the real deal of getting down and dirty with the striptease.
Horace wears a button up long-sleeved shirt. Mindy laughs when he catches on to the main beat, using that to undo each button. Undo a
button, spread the shirt wide. Next beat undo next button, spread shirt wider. Mindy licked her lips as soon as Horace's shirt is spread open
enough to show the nipples. She clapped when the shirt slides off to hit the floor.
Next is the jeans. Horace is fully into this now, this striptease act. He rotates the hips, unbuckles belt. Rotates again, unsnaps the button.
Mindy finger motions for him to come closer. His sweet and sexy temptress grabs the front of the jeans. She smiles wickedly as the zipper is
slowly pulled downward. Down go the jeans in a single motion. Mindy is greeted to the sight of boxers already tenting outward. As Horace
rotates his hips, the front of the tent nearly hits Mindy in the mouth.
"Okay, off with them. Hand me your clothes big boy. But leave your boxers on."
Mindy takes the shirt and jeans, shoes and socks as well, and she takes them to her student desk in the corner of the room. Opening the top
drawer, she shoves the clothes inside. This drawer is closed and then locked, but she has another surprise when Mindy turns around. A set of
handcuffs dangles in her hand.
The eyes on Horace's face widen in trepidation, mouth opened wide as well in a 'What the hell is this?' expression.
"Um, what are those for?"
"Oh this? You're not afraid of a little kinky fun are you?" Mindy looked like an angel in disguise. An angelic body with a beautiful face, but
those eyes were devilish, her voice teasing and taunting like he is a little child, and he better do as he's told.
Horace nervously laughs. What is he supposed to do? He didn't anticipate anything like this. He didn't like not having his clothes within
reach. Why were they locked up?
"If you want to play, get on the bed. Place your hands above your head next to the metal frame."
Part of him wants to call it off. Part of him has warning bells going off in the logical, reasonable part of the brain. The backup brain down in
his dick wins the internal debate. The needs of the little head outweigh the needs of the big one. Horace gets on the bed. Willingly and
without complaint, he raises his hands up to grasp hold of one of the metal bars of the bedframe. Mindy steps over, and without a word she
cuffs each of the wrists, leaving Horace a captive on the bed, hands locked together behind metal bars.
Mindy steps back to look down at her captive. "You really are cute and cuddly, sort like a big naked teddy bear. The first thing I want to know
about you is...are you ticklish?"
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Intrigued as to where this is going, it feels like a setup by Mindy but why?
What will this "Aversion Therapy" entail?
I trust it will be something nobody is expecting as usual from TeenFan
What will this "Aversion Therapy" entail?
I trust it will be something nobody is expecting as usual from TeenFan
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I'm looking forward to wherever Teenfan takes this.
My own wish would be something like: Mindy's mom approves of Mindy having a boyfriend, on condition that the boy is absolutely, unbreakably committed to 'saving it for marriage.'
Mindy's mom, or a friend is a professional hypnotherapist. By means of which Mindy holds the same views and is doing this so-confident setup. Probably Horace's mom is in on it too, and approves of the whole plan. Because 'boys and their terrible habits, of which Horace is frequently guilty.'
The plan is to hypno-condition Horace into the perfect boyfriend and future husband, who will totally 'save it for after marriage.' Of course there will be some logistics to put in place too. Like absolutely no touching his erections, no masturbation of any kind. No spontaneous ejaculations, no wet dreams. Post-hypnotic trigger words for erection and orgasm control, nude display, regression to trance for reinforcements, truth sessions, endurance training, medical examinations and procedures that he won't remember, etc.
With his retention being scripture-based, there'll be zero provision for any releases. Just medical tracking to verify that it's harmless, and indeed beneficial in terms of retained volume, erection persistence, size gain and so on. Expression of his perception of frustration is allowed, but definitely no complaining.
Eventually, a compromise between scripture and physiology, in the form of managed orgasm muscular exercising, but with seminal release absolutely blocked via an internally inserted medical device. The resulting very prolonged orgasms (none of the pressure loss that ends normal orgasm) become regular entertainment for family and friends, managed by Mindy.
But that's just me.
My own wish would be something like: Mindy's mom approves of Mindy having a boyfriend, on condition that the boy is absolutely, unbreakably committed to 'saving it for marriage.'
Mindy's mom, or a friend is a professional hypnotherapist. By means of which Mindy holds the same views and is doing this so-confident setup. Probably Horace's mom is in on it too, and approves of the whole plan. Because 'boys and their terrible habits, of which Horace is frequently guilty.'
The plan is to hypno-condition Horace into the perfect boyfriend and future husband, who will totally 'save it for after marriage.' Of course there will be some logistics to put in place too. Like absolutely no touching his erections, no masturbation of any kind. No spontaneous ejaculations, no wet dreams. Post-hypnotic trigger words for erection and orgasm control, nude display, regression to trance for reinforcements, truth sessions, endurance training, medical examinations and procedures that he won't remember, etc.
With his retention being scripture-based, there'll be zero provision for any releases. Just medical tracking to verify that it's harmless, and indeed beneficial in terms of retained volume, erection persistence, size gain and so on. Expression of his perception of frustration is allowed, but definitely no complaining.
Eventually, a compromise between scripture and physiology, in the form of managed orgasm muscular exercising, but with seminal release absolutely blocked via an internally inserted medical device. The resulting very prolonged orgasms (none of the pressure loss that ends normal orgasm) become regular entertainment for family and friends, managed by Mindy.
But that's just me.
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I can see doing a version of this, based on the need for NO INTERCOURSE. The mom and or others getting involved in allowing the boy toSensoryOverlord wrote: Sat May 10, 2025 4:05 am I'm looking forward to wherever Teenfan takes this.
My own wish would be something like: Mindy's mom approves of Mindy having a boyfriend, on condition that the boy is absolutely, unbreakably committed to 'saving it for marriage.'
get off without actually doing much touching on the girlfriend is possible alternate parallel universe for this story. I've often used temporary
orgasm denial, but I doubt I'd go so far as to have orgasm medically or hypnotically prevented.
This story won't go that direction, but I can see myself writing something involving hypnotic controls.
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Aversion Therapy
Part 4. Trapped
Horace, mostly naked in only boxers, his hands cuffed to the metal bedframe, both loves and loathes what he hears from Mindy.
"...are you ticklish?"
It's one of those things one can enjoy and hate at the same time. Who willingly lies down to let someone else tickle them, especially when
the tickler has no constraints or time limit. Getting tickled is fun, but is also a form of torture. Lying there helplessly, Horace looks at Mindy's
hands, which suddenly look as dangerous as claws. Those clawlike hands come closer as Mindy bends down over her captive, a wicked smile on
her face. Suddenly those hands reach down in a two-pronged strike on Horace's body.
"Oooh, ha ha. Stop that. Ha ha..." Horace squirms as the fingers dig into his armpits. The fingernails are scratchy. Fingertips come together
to lightly tug on the little hairs. Despite the squirming, Horace has enough mental faculty to wonder if he remembered to put on a decent dose
of deodorant. Now would be an awful time for Mindy to hold her fingers under the nose, scrunch up that pretty face while stating "You stink".
The tickling continues, and fortunately Mindy makes no indication that she detects anything malodorous.
"Your muscles are nicer than I expected," Mindy says as her hands slide from the pits to the chest. She massages his pectoral area, then takes
hold of a nipple. "Nice little pointy nipps you have, Horace. I can see them sticking out through your shirts. Oh, hold on a second. That gives
me an idea."
Mindy gets up, then she moves briskly to the door. Turning around at the door she says, "Now don't go anywhere," and she laughs
disappearing into the hallway.
Horace looks around the room. Is there sign of a key to the cuffs anywhere? Are they on the bedstand? Yes, there they are. The small
silver key is next to Mindy's phone. That phone freaks him out. Would Mindy go back on her word about not taking any photos or videos?
Can he really trust her? No choice really is there. Trust or no trust, he's trapped on the bed and there is no way out.
Looking around the room again, Horace can see more decorative items from a poster of a ripped and tattooed skateboarder on the closet, to another poster of a shirtless Elijah Wood in a pool of water with a dolphin. That must have been when that actor was a teen and he did that "Flipper' movie. Looks like Mindy has been fantasizing about teens his age for some time, and one finally took her bait. The thought both
frightens and excites him.
Looking around the room again, something catches his eye. The window has the blinds drawn up, the curtains pulled wide. Maybe it's his
imagination, but there is the distinct shape of a face at the window. There is the hint of eyeshine in an undistinguishable shape above what
could be shoulders.
Horace tries to sit up in the bed, but the way the arms are trapped behind and above him prevents getting up to a normal sitting position.
His breath freezes, body tensing up. The image at the window rocks slowly back and forth from left to right and back again. There
is something moving out there!
Mindy comes back into the room. Sitting down on the bed she holds something in front of Horace's face. It's an ice cube held between two
fingers. "Everybody likes to be cool," she says, and slowly the hand comes down toward the right side of his chest. She giggles as the pointed
cube is placed on the right nipple.
Again Horace squirms as he mutters something unintelligible. Being cool is one thing. Getting a nipple freeze is something else. Mindy continues
to laugh as she rotates the frozen water around and around.
"It's getting so hard. It sticks up like somebody likes it. Do you like it little man?" She switches to the other nipple, pressing firmly with the
ice.
Horace can feel cold water trickling down the side of his chest. It feels like, well...cold as ice. A shiver runs through his body.
"Yes...yes, I like it. But ah...I'd like it better if you closed the curtain on that window."
Mindy looks in the direction Horace's eyes look toward. "Hmm...I don't see anything. What's the matter. You think somebody is watching us?"
"I saw something," he stammers, and he does sound frightened.
Mindy lifts her head up toward the ceiling. Her laughter sounds like a cackle. Turning her head downward, she slowly slides the ice cube
toward the waistband of his boxers. The cold wetness spends a few seconds dipping into and around the bellybutton. Mindy bends down lower,
blowing air from pursed lips onto the skin of the stomach. A second chill caused shiver runs through him, this time even making the toes tingle.
"The only thing I see is something squirming down in these boxers. Something is trapped in there. You think we should let it out?"
"I swear. I saw something at the window." Horace pleads, but his captor, his friendly neighborhood secret girlfriend won't listen to him. She
just rubs the cube between the bellybutton and boxers, and Mindy tugged on the bottom of the boxers, making the waistband slide down a
couple inches. This gives her a fresh area of skin to give the cold treatment.
"You ain't gettin cold are you. I read somewhere the best way to warm a guy up, one that's been in cold water, is to get his clothes off
and give him body to body contact." Mindy looks him up and down, and the wicked gleam in her eyes looks so piercing, her grin of pearly
white teeth so bright with the light coming off of them from the bedside table lamp. "Maybe I should give you treatment for hypothermia...
but you are overdressed for that."
The ice is all melted, forming coolish wet spots on the bed, and Mindy's fingers need something to do. With one curious hand, she rubs
along the front of the boxers. The fingers find and explore along the length of the shaft, find the tip of the head, then slide down to locate
the pair of balls tucked down between the thighs.
"There's something hard down here."
Suddenly Mindy plunges her head down to the boxers. With her teeth she nibbles on the tented cottony checker patterned material .
Horace feels hard teeth pressing onto his penis. Suddenly he gets another one of those awful thoughts. 'When was the last time I changed my
underwear?'
Thoughts of dirty underwear tossed aside, Horace is once again squirming. Mindy pulls the boxers down another couple inches. He is tented
straight upward now. If she lets go it will try to flop backward, but there isn't any room for it to flop. Letting go with the hands, the tent remains
pointing toward the ceiling. Mindy sits back to admire the triangular shape. Another tug and the pubes will be showing. Any jiggling and his
little head might slip through the fly slit. Horace tries not to move a muscle.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Horace asks, signaling that he is the one unsure of himself.
Mindy shakes her head. She gets off the bed, walks over to her student desk. Pulling a side drawer open, she reaches in to grab something.
Mindy turns around, keeping whatever it is behind her back.
Suddenly, some mental images from the movie "Misery" pop into Horace's mind, unwelcome images of scenes of Kathy Bates keeping her captive trapped in a room in a snowbound cabin in the woods. That movie scared him so bad he had trouble sleeping for days. Horace forces himself to smile, reminding himself that he knows Mindy. Mindy is a good girl. Mindy wouldn't do nothing too crazy.
Mindy sits down on the bed. She says, "You talk too much."
The arm comes into view and Horace can see a roll of Duct tape in Mindy's hand. Expertly she pulls out a section of the gray sticky tape, then
tearing off a piece with her fingers, cutting with her pearly white teeth, the strip of Duct tape is placed over Horace's mouth, cutting off
a protest.
"Hmm...Armmph"
Mindy places the roll next to the phone. "Finally...we can get down to business."
Breathing heavily, scared truly for the first time, Horace sees the gleam of triumph in Mindy's eyes. He looks away, and this causes him to
catch a movement at the window again. Mindy never did close that curtain. His breathing freezes up again, as the face in the window returned.
It's moved closer to the glass. There is more light reflecting off the eyes, looking both greenish and red. There is a hint of wavy
and curly bush of hair. The face leans in toward the glass, and whoever...whatever it is, appears to snarl.
Part 4. Trapped
Horace, mostly naked in only boxers, his hands cuffed to the metal bedframe, both loves and loathes what he hears from Mindy.
"...are you ticklish?"
It's one of those things one can enjoy and hate at the same time. Who willingly lies down to let someone else tickle them, especially when
the tickler has no constraints or time limit. Getting tickled is fun, but is also a form of torture. Lying there helplessly, Horace looks at Mindy's
hands, which suddenly look as dangerous as claws. Those clawlike hands come closer as Mindy bends down over her captive, a wicked smile on
her face. Suddenly those hands reach down in a two-pronged strike on Horace's body.
"Oooh, ha ha. Stop that. Ha ha..." Horace squirms as the fingers dig into his armpits. The fingernails are scratchy. Fingertips come together
to lightly tug on the little hairs. Despite the squirming, Horace has enough mental faculty to wonder if he remembered to put on a decent dose
of deodorant. Now would be an awful time for Mindy to hold her fingers under the nose, scrunch up that pretty face while stating "You stink".
The tickling continues, and fortunately Mindy makes no indication that she detects anything malodorous.
"Your muscles are nicer than I expected," Mindy says as her hands slide from the pits to the chest. She massages his pectoral area, then takes
hold of a nipple. "Nice little pointy nipps you have, Horace. I can see them sticking out through your shirts. Oh, hold on a second. That gives
me an idea."
Mindy gets up, then she moves briskly to the door. Turning around at the door she says, "Now don't go anywhere," and she laughs
disappearing into the hallway.
Horace looks around the room. Is there sign of a key to the cuffs anywhere? Are they on the bedstand? Yes, there they are. The small
silver key is next to Mindy's phone. That phone freaks him out. Would Mindy go back on her word about not taking any photos or videos?
Can he really trust her? No choice really is there. Trust or no trust, he's trapped on the bed and there is no way out.
Looking around the room again, Horace can see more decorative items from a poster of a ripped and tattooed skateboarder on the closet, to another poster of a shirtless Elijah Wood in a pool of water with a dolphin. That must have been when that actor was a teen and he did that "Flipper' movie. Looks like Mindy has been fantasizing about teens his age for some time, and one finally took her bait. The thought both
frightens and excites him.
Looking around the room again, something catches his eye. The window has the blinds drawn up, the curtains pulled wide. Maybe it's his
imagination, but there is the distinct shape of a face at the window. There is the hint of eyeshine in an undistinguishable shape above what
could be shoulders.
Horace tries to sit up in the bed, but the way the arms are trapped behind and above him prevents getting up to a normal sitting position.
His breath freezes, body tensing up. The image at the window rocks slowly back and forth from left to right and back again. There
is something moving out there!
Mindy comes back into the room. Sitting down on the bed she holds something in front of Horace's face. It's an ice cube held between two
fingers. "Everybody likes to be cool," she says, and slowly the hand comes down toward the right side of his chest. She giggles as the pointed
cube is placed on the right nipple.
Again Horace squirms as he mutters something unintelligible. Being cool is one thing. Getting a nipple freeze is something else. Mindy continues
to laugh as she rotates the frozen water around and around.
"It's getting so hard. It sticks up like somebody likes it. Do you like it little man?" She switches to the other nipple, pressing firmly with the
ice.
Horace can feel cold water trickling down the side of his chest. It feels like, well...cold as ice. A shiver runs through his body.
"Yes...yes, I like it. But ah...I'd like it better if you closed the curtain on that window."
Mindy looks in the direction Horace's eyes look toward. "Hmm...I don't see anything. What's the matter. You think somebody is watching us?"
"I saw something," he stammers, and he does sound frightened.
Mindy lifts her head up toward the ceiling. Her laughter sounds like a cackle. Turning her head downward, she slowly slides the ice cube
toward the waistband of his boxers. The cold wetness spends a few seconds dipping into and around the bellybutton. Mindy bends down lower,
blowing air from pursed lips onto the skin of the stomach. A second chill caused shiver runs through him, this time even making the toes tingle.
"The only thing I see is something squirming down in these boxers. Something is trapped in there. You think we should let it out?"
"I swear. I saw something at the window." Horace pleads, but his captor, his friendly neighborhood secret girlfriend won't listen to him. She
just rubs the cube between the bellybutton and boxers, and Mindy tugged on the bottom of the boxers, making the waistband slide down a
couple inches. This gives her a fresh area of skin to give the cold treatment.
"You ain't gettin cold are you. I read somewhere the best way to warm a guy up, one that's been in cold water, is to get his clothes off
and give him body to body contact." Mindy looks him up and down, and the wicked gleam in her eyes looks so piercing, her grin of pearly
white teeth so bright with the light coming off of them from the bedside table lamp. "Maybe I should give you treatment for hypothermia...
but you are overdressed for that."
The ice is all melted, forming coolish wet spots on the bed, and Mindy's fingers need something to do. With one curious hand, she rubs
along the front of the boxers. The fingers find and explore along the length of the shaft, find the tip of the head, then slide down to locate
the pair of balls tucked down between the thighs.
"There's something hard down here."
Suddenly Mindy plunges her head down to the boxers. With her teeth she nibbles on the tented cottony checker patterned material .
Horace feels hard teeth pressing onto his penis. Suddenly he gets another one of those awful thoughts. 'When was the last time I changed my
underwear?'
Thoughts of dirty underwear tossed aside, Horace is once again squirming. Mindy pulls the boxers down another couple inches. He is tented
straight upward now. If she lets go it will try to flop backward, but there isn't any room for it to flop. Letting go with the hands, the tent remains
pointing toward the ceiling. Mindy sits back to admire the triangular shape. Another tug and the pubes will be showing. Any jiggling and his
little head might slip through the fly slit. Horace tries not to move a muscle.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Horace asks, signaling that he is the one unsure of himself.
Mindy shakes her head. She gets off the bed, walks over to her student desk. Pulling a side drawer open, she reaches in to grab something.
Mindy turns around, keeping whatever it is behind her back.
Suddenly, some mental images from the movie "Misery" pop into Horace's mind, unwelcome images of scenes of Kathy Bates keeping her captive trapped in a room in a snowbound cabin in the woods. That movie scared him so bad he had trouble sleeping for days. Horace forces himself to smile, reminding himself that he knows Mindy. Mindy is a good girl. Mindy wouldn't do nothing too crazy.
Mindy sits down on the bed. She says, "You talk too much."
The arm comes into view and Horace can see a roll of Duct tape in Mindy's hand. Expertly she pulls out a section of the gray sticky tape, then
tearing off a piece with her fingers, cutting with her pearly white teeth, the strip of Duct tape is placed over Horace's mouth, cutting off
a protest.
"Hmm...Armmph"
Mindy places the roll next to the phone. "Finally...we can get down to business."
Breathing heavily, scared truly for the first time, Horace sees the gleam of triumph in Mindy's eyes. He looks away, and this causes him to
catch a movement at the window again. Mindy never did close that curtain. His breathing freezes up again, as the face in the window returned.
It's moved closer to the glass. There is more light reflecting off the eyes, looking both greenish and red. There is a hint of wavy
and curly bush of hair. The face leans in toward the glass, and whoever...whatever it is, appears to snarl.
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Aversion Therapy
Part 5. Unexpected Encounter
Handcuffed to the bed, and now with duct tape over the mouth, Horace can squirm but he can't complain. He can't warn Mindy about the
strange figure watching from the window, but she didn't believe him, didn't see anything herself after his first warning.
'Maybe this isn't real', Horace thinks to himself. He closes his eyes, wishes this all to be over with. Maybe this is all a dream, and when he opens
his eyes again he'll be safe and sound in his own bed.
Feeling his boxers pulled on, Horace opens his eyes. He's still in Mindy's room, still a captive on her bed, and his boxers are so yanked down
that a dark patch of pubes is visible above the waistband. So much for this being a dream. There is one improvement. There doesn't seem to
be anyone peering in at the window.
"Oh what lovely tufts of hair you have, Horace," Mindy says with a hint of malice. There is a tone of sarcasm in everything she says. "Is this the
first time you've had your wee wittle winky out on display?"
Horace can't reply. It is true this will be the first time he's been seen naked by a girl his age, but does she have to make fun of him. It's his own
opinion, but his winky isn't so wee wittle. He feels both hot and chilled at the same time. His body, even his mind is feverish, but he keeps
getting the shivers and shakes. That trick with the ice cube sure hit the spot. The skin of his chest and stomach feels cold after the ice cube
treatment. There is no issue with shrinkage though, his penis is hard as a rock and it's ready to roll, pushing up the boxers into an obscene display.
"Harumph...mmmph..." is all Horace can reply with, meaningless vocalizations signifying nothing. He's willing and able to get into a sexual
situation (he did show up with the hope, the promise of getting inside his girlfriend's house), but does it have to be so one-sided?
Mindy goes back to tickling again. The boxers are all scrunched up and tented. The waistband is down at the base with his dick having no place
to go but out in the open if yanked one more time. Little flicks of fingernails tease the hairs of his recently developed treasure trail.
All signs point south, and Mindy finally gets bored with the teasing.
"Let's see what you got hiding in here big boy."
Slowly...ever so slowly...Mindy tugs on the sides of the checker pattern boxers. She pulls slowly, and she pulls downward toward the bed at
the same time. This forces the dick forward and downward as the boxers are slid off. The rest of the public patch is revealed, then inch by inch the shaft is exposed. Mindy's eyes sparkle again as she gazes upon the ever lengthening ever increasing percentage of penis uncovered, one inch, two inch, three inch and four. Mindy stops to blow, the force of her breath making the little brown hairs of his pubes bend toward the tummy, like
a patch of forest hit by the gale of a coming storm. The breath also swirls down around to his balls, and Horace can feel the skin tighten, lifting
the balls in their sack. Horace feels more physical responses. Goose bumps erupt all up and down the legs as Mindy's breath blows like a cool breeze onto feverish skin.
One more tug on the boxers and his penis comes free. It swings back toward the tummy, hitting with a loud thwack. The full length now revealed,
a somewhat impressive length of six and a half inches, circumcised head throbbing with need, Horace's dick and balls are free and clear for
more teasing.
Mindy has all the time in the world to look upon her trophy. Horace is tied up, can't do anything but hold still and wait. She has this look about
her, amazed, mesmerized, enchanted, impressed and happy. Mindy looks but that is all she does. Why doesn't she grab it? She has what she wants, so why the delay?
Tentatively, softly and carefully, she touches the right testicle, runs a finger along the shape of it. Maybe seeing grown up sized balls is more
amazing than seeing the dick. Maybe the balls have more mystery to them.
"Wow...Horace...I had no idea they'd look like this. The last boy I saw naked was in 8th grade. This is a lot bigger." Mindy then laughed. She
touches the middle of the shaft, presses down on it. "I get to touch you all I want. But why am I so nervous?"
'You are nervous?' Horace wonders. 'what about me?'
Despite the unexpected situation, despite being tied up and feeling helpless, Horace is getting more turned on by the second. His penis is
pounding away down there, and it's barely been touched yet. It throbs, lifting itself off of his stomach over and over, up and down it jerks.
After abstaining from masturbation for three days it already feels like exploding. It's gonna be a big load, so hopefully Mindy knows what is
coming. That thing spurts a lot when given several days to rest and buildup.
Horace has gotten in trouble many times concerning sheets the last couple years. No matter how careful he is, the amount of semen spewing
forth is too much to be contained on his chest and stomach. Often the sheer amount of the slimy stuff makes some run over the side, and it
gets onto the bedsheet. The stiff and crusty stains on the sheets have been the cause of numerous complaints from his mother after washing
day. With his mouth taped up, Horace can't warn Mindy to watch out, can't suggest getting a roll of paper towels or toilet paper. There is gonna
be a mess all over him and potentially all over the bed.
Still looking strangely hesitant, as if seeing a big boy's throbbing cock for the first time is more than she expected, Mindy slides a hand under
the shaft. She holds it upright, looks it up and down as if gaging the distance from pubic mound to tip of the pinkish head. Mindy is probably
trying to guesstimate the size.
A movement at the other end of the room catches Horace's eye. The bedroom door has been open the whole time, but the light coming in
from the hallway is lessened by a significant amount. A figure stands at the doorway, wide bodied with a big and bushy set of hair. Horace
freezes up again, as what he sees there looks suspiciously, ominously similar to what he had seen at the window. The figure takes
several steps into the room.
It's a woman! And a big woman at that! The size is man-like, but the face is definitely that of a woman. She wears a dress with long sleeves
and it comes down nearly all the way to the floor, as if not wanting a single inch or two of skin to show other than face and hands. Her face
has the look of someone who is angry as hell. A large bushy set of hair, almost wild and unkempt, gives this woman the appearance of evil
malice.
Mindy notices the change in the room, either from change in temperature, or she noticed changes to the lighting. Turning her head, Mindy
looks up in surprise. She immediately stands up.
"Momma...I didn't know you were here!"
Part 5. Unexpected Encounter
Handcuffed to the bed, and now with duct tape over the mouth, Horace can squirm but he can't complain. He can't warn Mindy about the
strange figure watching from the window, but she didn't believe him, didn't see anything herself after his first warning.
'Maybe this isn't real', Horace thinks to himself. He closes his eyes, wishes this all to be over with. Maybe this is all a dream, and when he opens
his eyes again he'll be safe and sound in his own bed.
Feeling his boxers pulled on, Horace opens his eyes. He's still in Mindy's room, still a captive on her bed, and his boxers are so yanked down
that a dark patch of pubes is visible above the waistband. So much for this being a dream. There is one improvement. There doesn't seem to
be anyone peering in at the window.
"Oh what lovely tufts of hair you have, Horace," Mindy says with a hint of malice. There is a tone of sarcasm in everything she says. "Is this the
first time you've had your wee wittle winky out on display?"
Horace can't reply. It is true this will be the first time he's been seen naked by a girl his age, but does she have to make fun of him. It's his own
opinion, but his winky isn't so wee wittle. He feels both hot and chilled at the same time. His body, even his mind is feverish, but he keeps
getting the shivers and shakes. That trick with the ice cube sure hit the spot. The skin of his chest and stomach feels cold after the ice cube
treatment. There is no issue with shrinkage though, his penis is hard as a rock and it's ready to roll, pushing up the boxers into an obscene display.
"Harumph...mmmph..." is all Horace can reply with, meaningless vocalizations signifying nothing. He's willing and able to get into a sexual
situation (he did show up with the hope, the promise of getting inside his girlfriend's house), but does it have to be so one-sided?
Mindy goes back to tickling again. The boxers are all scrunched up and tented. The waistband is down at the base with his dick having no place
to go but out in the open if yanked one more time. Little flicks of fingernails tease the hairs of his recently developed treasure trail.
All signs point south, and Mindy finally gets bored with the teasing.
"Let's see what you got hiding in here big boy."
Slowly...ever so slowly...Mindy tugs on the sides of the checker pattern boxers. She pulls slowly, and she pulls downward toward the bed at
the same time. This forces the dick forward and downward as the boxers are slid off. The rest of the public patch is revealed, then inch by inch the shaft is exposed. Mindy's eyes sparkle again as she gazes upon the ever lengthening ever increasing percentage of penis uncovered, one inch, two inch, three inch and four. Mindy stops to blow, the force of her breath making the little brown hairs of his pubes bend toward the tummy, like
a patch of forest hit by the gale of a coming storm. The breath also swirls down around to his balls, and Horace can feel the skin tighten, lifting
the balls in their sack. Horace feels more physical responses. Goose bumps erupt all up and down the legs as Mindy's breath blows like a cool breeze onto feverish skin.
One more tug on the boxers and his penis comes free. It swings back toward the tummy, hitting with a loud thwack. The full length now revealed,
a somewhat impressive length of six and a half inches, circumcised head throbbing with need, Horace's dick and balls are free and clear for
more teasing.
Mindy has all the time in the world to look upon her trophy. Horace is tied up, can't do anything but hold still and wait. She has this look about
her, amazed, mesmerized, enchanted, impressed and happy. Mindy looks but that is all she does. Why doesn't she grab it? She has what she wants, so why the delay?
Tentatively, softly and carefully, she touches the right testicle, runs a finger along the shape of it. Maybe seeing grown up sized balls is more
amazing than seeing the dick. Maybe the balls have more mystery to them.
"Wow...Horace...I had no idea they'd look like this. The last boy I saw naked was in 8th grade. This is a lot bigger." Mindy then laughed. She
touches the middle of the shaft, presses down on it. "I get to touch you all I want. But why am I so nervous?"
'You are nervous?' Horace wonders. 'what about me?'
Despite the unexpected situation, despite being tied up and feeling helpless, Horace is getting more turned on by the second. His penis is
pounding away down there, and it's barely been touched yet. It throbs, lifting itself off of his stomach over and over, up and down it jerks.
After abstaining from masturbation for three days it already feels like exploding. It's gonna be a big load, so hopefully Mindy knows what is
coming. That thing spurts a lot when given several days to rest and buildup.
Horace has gotten in trouble many times concerning sheets the last couple years. No matter how careful he is, the amount of semen spewing
forth is too much to be contained on his chest and stomach. Often the sheer amount of the slimy stuff makes some run over the side, and it
gets onto the bedsheet. The stiff and crusty stains on the sheets have been the cause of numerous complaints from his mother after washing
day. With his mouth taped up, Horace can't warn Mindy to watch out, can't suggest getting a roll of paper towels or toilet paper. There is gonna
be a mess all over him and potentially all over the bed.
Still looking strangely hesitant, as if seeing a big boy's throbbing cock for the first time is more than she expected, Mindy slides a hand under
the shaft. She holds it upright, looks it up and down as if gaging the distance from pubic mound to tip of the pinkish head. Mindy is probably
trying to guesstimate the size.
A movement at the other end of the room catches Horace's eye. The bedroom door has been open the whole time, but the light coming in
from the hallway is lessened by a significant amount. A figure stands at the doorway, wide bodied with a big and bushy set of hair. Horace
freezes up again, as what he sees there looks suspiciously, ominously similar to what he had seen at the window. The figure takes
several steps into the room.
It's a woman! And a big woman at that! The size is man-like, but the face is definitely that of a woman. She wears a dress with long sleeves
and it comes down nearly all the way to the floor, as if not wanting a single inch or two of skin to show other than face and hands. Her face
has the look of someone who is angry as hell. A large bushy set of hair, almost wild and unkempt, gives this woman the appearance of evil
malice.
Mindy notices the change in the room, either from change in temperature, or she noticed changes to the lighting. Turning her head, Mindy
looks up in surprise. She immediately stands up.
"Momma...I didn't know you were here!"
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Re: Aversion Therapy_New May 13
Cannot wait to see what "Momma" makes of all this.
You'd think she'd be appalled and put a stop to all this but I have a feeling she's maybe in on this with Mindy and Horace may be in for a very embarrassing night...
Great stuff as always
You'd think she'd be appalled and put a stop to all this but I have a feeling she's maybe in on this with Mindy and Horace may be in for a very embarrassing night...
Great stuff as always
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Re: Aversion Therapy_New May 13
My inspiration of "Momma" in this story comes from Piper Laurie. She played momma to Carrie in the famous movie in 1976.
She has this huge hair that is scary.
https://variety.com/wp-content/uploads/ ... _EC015.jpg
Crazy good movie. Rare serious movie that showed naked high school girls in the shower.
She has this huge hair that is scary.
https://variety.com/wp-content/uploads/ ... _EC015.jpg
Crazy good movie. Rare serious movie that showed naked high school girls in the shower.
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