The Felicity Chronicles: My Exploits as a Humiliator

[Blondie]

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

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

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

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

[Blondie]

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Chapter 22: Blondie and Johnny Boy, Part 1 of 4

It was a Sunday night, and I was lying on my bed daydreaming. As I've mentioned before, at some point when I do this, Blondie inevitably comes to mind. That boy had a way of sneaking into my fantasies without even trying. I pictured him at his locker on that day when I made him get naked for me for the first time at Roosevelt. It was such a lovely sight, and such a wonderful experience. Reliving that memory made me ache for another encounter with my favorite plaything.

It was the previous Thursday that I had the fabulous humiliation session from afar when I had the group text with Blondie and his sister Becky. That little exchange had ended on a high note—me decreeing that Blondie would wear panties to school from now on, starting the very next day. Becky said she would be more than happy to lay out the panties on his bed for him the night before. I told Blondie I would be checking.

I didn't get the opportunity to seek him out on that Friday, and I was not going to let another day go by without seeing him in his new apparel. I picked up my phone and sent him a text.

Me: Hi Blondie

I had told him some time ago that I expected him to answer me right away whenever I texted him, so I wasn't surprised to get a quick response. I'm sure he was happy to hear from me. (giggle)

Blondie: Hi

Me: I'm sorry I missed you on Friday.

Blondie (after somewhat of a pause): It's okay

Me: Did you wear panties to school?

Blondie: Yes

Me: What color were they?

I already knew the answer. Becky and I had texted each other on Friday night, and she told me what color they were. She laid the panties out on his bed on Thursday night as planned. She took a picture of Blondie wearing them on Friday morning and offered to send it to me. It took a lot of self-restraint, but I declined. I wanted to first see him like that in the flesh. She did mention that he looked marvelous, and that he was blushing profusely. I'm looking forward to that!

She also texted me on Saturday, telling me that she did some online shopping for Blondie and purchased seven new pairs of panties—one for each day of the week. That was Thursday night, and she received them on Saturday, so Blondie was good to go. Oh, and she made him pay her back. (giggle)

Blondie: Blue

Me: Ooh, nice! I wish I could have seen them.

Not surprisingly, there was no response. Naturally, I pressed on.

Me: How did they feel against your skin?

Becky told me they were made of nylon satin, so I knew they had to feel differently than the cotton he was used to.

Blondie: Fine

Me: I'd appreciate a little more detail. How did they feel compared to your tighty-whities?

Blondie: They were smoother.

Me: Did you get a little hard-on while you were walking around and feeling them rubbing against your little boy bits?

Blondie: No

Me: Oh, I'll bet you did. In fact, I think you're going to get to like wearing your panties every day.

Blondie: No I don't think so.

Me: I'd like to do a panty check tomorrow at school.

Blondie (after a long pause): May I just send you a picture of them instead?

Me: A picture of what?

I wanted him to use the word, which he hadn't done yet.

Blondie: The panties

Me: You mean YOUR panties?

Blondie: Yes

Me: Say it.

Blondie: My panties

Me: Good boy. But no, I want to see them in person. On you. Though I do love the idea of a photo. I’ll just take one myself during our little panty check.

No response. I imagined his blush reaching critical levels.

Me: So I'd like you to come see me tomorrow during lunch. I'll meet you at the south end of the track at 12:05.

Blondie: Ok

Me: Great! See you then!

I set my phone down and smiled with delight. A humiliation date with Blondie was on the horizon, and I couldn't think of anything I'd rather look forward to.

I was about to turn on the TV when inspiration struck. With a wicked little grin, I picked my phone back up.

Me: Good evening, Johnny.

After about 30 seconds without a response, I tried again.

Me: You'd better answer me, Johnny Boy.

Johnny: Hi

I could practically see him wincing as he typed.

Me: What do you think about joining me for lunch tomorrow for a little fun?

Johnny: Thank you anyway, but unfortunately I won't be able to.

That made me laugh out loud.

Me: Oh, Johnny Boy. That wasn’t really a question. I was just being polite.

Johnny (after a few seconds): Okay

Me: Excellent! There is someone I'd like you to meet. I think the two of you have a lot in common and will really hit it off.

Johnny: Okay

Me: I'll see you at the south end of the track at 12:05. Don't be late.

Johnny: Okay

Me: Great, I'm really looking forward to it, Johnny Boy. Sweet Dreams.

I highly doubt either of my little guests had anything close to sweet dreams that night. As opposed to me, who fell asleep with a smile on my face as I looked forward to the next day with delicious anticipation.

* * * * * *

Early Monday morning, I fired off a group text to Kayla, Andrea, and Natalie. I told them I had a surprise for them, and to meet me at the south end of the track between 12:00 and 12:05. They all responded right away, and each response ended with an exclamation point.

Speaking of surprises, I purposely never told them that I now require Blondie to wear panties under his shorts every day. I was giddy thinking about their reactions once the unveiling began.

* * * * * *

The bell rang at noon, releasing me from the clutches of fourth period algebra—and ushering in something far more exciting. I pranced outside with an extra bounce to my step. I felt that wonderful, tingly sensation that commonly occurred when I was on the brink of a humiliation session. There was an extra edge that morning. I would be doing Blondie, who was my favorite, and Johnny Boy, who was the first humiliation victim that I acquired on my own. And I would be doing them together.

The track came into view, and I actually found myself trotting. I was the first to arrive, but soon spotted my girls fast approaching. In short order we were together, awaiting the arrival of my boys.

"Well?" Kayla demanded as they gathered around. “Are you going to tell us what’s going on? We’re dying to know what this big surprise is."

"You'll see in due time," I answered, smiling coyly.

Natalie suddenly pointed. “Hey—is that Blondie?”

Sure enough, my beloved Blondie was approaching from the basketball courts, head down and pace cautious. He checked his phone—12:04—and picked it up a bit.

"It looks like he's coming this way," said Andrea.

"And there’s Johnny Boy!" Kayla added, spotting him trailing about twenty steps behind, moving with the same reluctance.

Neither boy had ever formally met each other, but at one point during one of my humiliation sessions with Johnny I mentioned to him that I would like the two to meet someday. I don't think Blondie knew anything about Johnny Boy, unless he happened to witness one of his humiliations outside. Johnny Boy almost certainly had to notice Blondie at some point on the school grounds. I mean, he is hard to miss, with his long, smooth-shaven legs. And they are on full display at school every day, since he's been required to wear shorts with an inseam of a couple of inches or so. Plus, he must have at least heard about Blondie's recent public humiliation in the cafeteria. I heard kids talking about that in the hallways for days after the event.

In any case, they were about to get very familiar.

I waved my hand high in the air, catching the attention of the dispirited twosome.

“Wait—are they both coming over here?" Natalie asked.

I simply smiled.

"Oh, Felicity, you've outdone yourself!" said Andrea as Blondie approached us.

"Hi, Blondie!" we all chirped, almost in unison. He stood stiffly, wary and silent. Seconds later, Johnny Boy joined, matching Blondie’s look of sheer unease. Their anxious glances contrasted sharply with the gleeful smirks on the faces of the four girls surrounding them.

"Johnny Boy," I said, breaking the ice. "I'd like you to meet Blondie. Blondie, Johnny Boy."

The two glanced at each other and turned their eyes away.

"That is your cue to shake hands," I said.

They did a perfunctory, somewhat limp handshake without making eye contact.

"You may not know it just yet, but you two have a lot in common," I said. I waited a moment for the expected silence before continuing. "For instance, I've seen both of you naked," I said, eliciting blushes from the two of them—along with delicious body language indicative of someone who has been shamed.

They took furtive, embarrassed glances at each other and made brief eye contact, which I found most delightful.

"And you both have such smooth skin. I really like touching you," I added while trailing my fingertips down Blondie’s thigh. “Don’t you think Blondie has pretty legs, Johnny Boy?”

"I....I guess so," muttered Johnny after glancing at Blondie's legs.

"Feel them."

After hesitating, he reluctantly reached down and brushed the back of his hand against Blondie’s calf.

“What did you think?” I asked sweetly.

“They’re….smooth.”

"Aren't they, though? Like I said, that's another thing you two have in common. Yours might not be quite as smooth as Blondie's, because you have a little bit of peach fuzz, while Blondie has nothing. But yours are still nice and smooth."

There was a moment of silence, so I decided to take the next step.

"Hey, why don’t you two take a little stroll around the track and get to know each other? We'll tag along and keep you company."

They blinked.

I looked down at their feet. "And let’s make it barefoot," I added casually. "It’s a beautiful day. The track will feel nice under your feet."

They froze. I clapped my hands sharply.

“Chop-chop! Shoes off, let’s go!”

The command jolted them into action. I think they knew by then that the last thing they wanted to do was to get me upset—and they were barefoot within a matter of seconds.

I have to say that even though all they did was expose their feet, I was already starting to get a little turned on. I think there are two reasons behind this. First, it was the onset of a likely humiliating stripping. Second, just the sheer power I had over them was absolutely intoxicating. I mean, think about it: They both showed up at my command—quite reluctantly, I'm sure. Once there, either or both could have simply run off and escaped their ordeal before it escalated (well, that's assuming they thought they could take Kayla and/or Natalie by surprise and get a big enough head start to avoid capture). And at that moment there was probably nothing else they would rather do. But they knew that if they did, the repercussions would be dreadful. So they chose to stay, and endure whatever humiliations that they had to know were impending.

"Lovely," I said. "Let’s take a walk. Slow and easy. We’ve got plenty of time to enjoy ourselves. You can collect your shoes after we circle around.”

I set the pace by ambling along lazily, making it evident that it would be a leisurely stroll. The boys trudged along obediently, heads down, bare feet padding the track.

“Isn’t this nice?” I asked with a sugary lilt.

We moseyed along for a couple of minutes until I suddenly stopped and broke the silence.

"Johnny Boy," I said, turning with a grin, "would you like to see Blondie without his shirt on?"

Blondie flinched visibly, and Johnny jerked his head up, wide-eyed.

"N-no, that’s okay," he stammered.

"Wrong answer, Johnny Boy," I said sternly, wagging a finger. "Let's try again. Would you like to see Blondie without his shirt on?"

"Um....yes."

"Yes what?"

"Y-yes, I would like to see Blondie without his shirt on."

"Excellent!" I clapped. "I think that would be charming. Blondie has such a nice, slender physique, and that deliciously smooth skin—practically girlish, wouldn't you say? I think you'll find the sight of him in just his skimpy shorts to be rather titillating. I know I will."

I shot Blondie a sly look, then turned back to Johnny. “Perhaps you'd like to help him out of his shirt? Blondie, be a dear and raise your arms up nice and high so Johnny Boy can undress you.”

Blondie obeyed silently, arms lifted in quiet humiliation. Johnny stepped in and took hold of Blondie's shirt hem. He looked Blondie in the eyes and shrugged his shoulders, as if to apologize for what he was about to do. I thought it was cute.

Then, with a swift tug, he pulled the shirt over Blondie's head. Blondie shivered a little despite the warm sun, and quickly folded his arms across his bare chest. Andrea stepped forward to relieve Johnny of the shirt.

"Very nice," I purred. "See what I mean, Johnny Boy?" I eyed Blondie up and down lasciviously. Indeed, my state of stimulation was gradually increasing as I ogled the embarrassed, scantily clad Blondie.

I'm sure it is quite apparent to the reader by now that my humiliation sessions are a sexual turn-on for me. On several occasions, the circumstances have been such that I was able to achieve instant gratification during the session. This has not always been the case, though. For instance, my latest session with Johnny Boy was extremely stimulating, but it took place in the hallway, with many witnesses. I couldn't exactly shove my hand down my panties and get myself off right there on the spot. Well, I could have, but even I have scruples.

So I bought a special vibrator just for that situation. It hides inside my panties and covers my whole vagina, and is complete with a clitoral stimulator. Oh, and it came with a small remote control that I keep in my pocket. The remote has three settings, the third being the most stimulative.

I had a good feeling that the Blondie/Johnny Boy session was going to be arousing for me, and I didn't think twice about packing it that morning as I was getting dressed.

As I looked at Blondie self-consciously crossing his arms across his bare chest, I reached into my pocket and pushed the setting for my vibrator to setting number one. It was going to be a slow walk around the track with a gradual buildup in humiliation, and I wanted my state of arousal to play out in similar fashion.

"Blondie," I said as the vibrator gave me a little tingle, "Becky told me how Brenda’s maid taught you the submission position. Why don’t you demonstrate it for Johnny Boy?"

(Author’s note: This refers to a scene detailed in "Roosevelt Humiliations: The Missing Chapters," which sheds some light on this charming bit of history.)

Blondie immediately stood upright with his feet together, hands clasped behind his head, elbows out. Obedient and on display.

"Excellent. Now Johnny Boy, tell me—when you look at Blondie, do you notice anything remarkable? Keep in mind, he's seventeen-years-old."

Johnny hesitated. "Um...um...he has no hair under his arms?"

"Yes! Very good!" I clapped again. "He has no hair under his arms! Just like you, Johnny, right?"

Johnny blushed a deep pink, much to my delight. "Right," he mumbled, while looking down at his bare feet.

"Blondie," I said sweetly, "Would you like to see Johnny Boy’s hairless underarms?"

Blondie hesitated, so I urged him on.

"You'd best give me the right answer, Blondie."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'd like to see Johnny's...Johnny Boy's hairless underarms."

"Well, in that case, maybe you can pull Johnny Boy's shirt off for him. So you can see."

Blondie faced Johnny and reached for the sides of his tucked-in shirt. Johnny obediently raised his arms, and Blondie struggled for a moment to untuck the shirt from Johnny’s jeans before finally pulling it off.

“It’s adorable how you two like to undress each other,” I said, grinning. “I’m so glad you’ve become fast friends.”

Andrea collected Johnny’s shirt as Blondie handed it off, and the boys stood awkwardly, facing away from each other and staring at the track.

“Did you get a good look at Johnny Boy’s underarms when you took his shirt off?” I asked Blondie.

“No. I wasn’t looking,” he muttered. I think he was lying.

“Oh, but you must see, Blondie,” I said. “It's very cute. Johnny Boy, turn around and face Blondie. And assume the submission position.”

Johnny did as instructed, and within seconds they were both facing each other in the submissive pose. It was exquisite.

Are you getting a good look at Johnny Boy's underarms now, Blondie?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And?"

"No hair."

"Just like you, right?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Just like me."

"BlondDIE?" I warned.

He knew what I wanted from him. "Johnny...Johnny Boy has no hair under his arms, just like me."

“I know! You two have so much in common.”

We resumed our walk. “Andrea, you can just drop their shirts here next to the track. They can pick them up when we’re done.” We continued on, leaving the two shirts in their wake.

As we walked, now with two bare-chested boys in our group, a few curious heads turned from the bleachers and the football field. I knew more eyes would follow as lunch let out and students spilled outdoors.

As for lunch, the six of us had much more meaningful things to do than eat. And I needed to satiate my appetite for humiliation.

The boys had definitely picked up on the attention. They were already anxious, and I was about to crank that anxiety to the next level.

“Let’s stop here for a bit,” I said.

We had probably put somewhere between fifty and a hundred yards between us and their shirts. Not even halfway. On a 440-yard track, we still had plenty of time to play.

The boys stood awkwardly, facing opposite directions. I stepped behind Blondie, took him gently by the shoulders, and turned him so he and Johnny were face to face, about three feet apart.

“Submission position, please. Both of you.”

Within seconds they were again facing each other in the wonderful submission position. That really is an appropriate name that Brenda's maid came up with. Surrender. Compliance. Submission—ah, such a lovely word, and it was on full display before me.

Now, if you remember our little cafeteria humiliation session, I’d brought bunny ears for Blondie. I have to say, putting the bunny ears on Blondie's head was a delightful experience, and he looked adorable. Plus, the look of shame on his face when I put them on him was priceless, and the blush on his face told me all I needed to know about how he felt about them.

So, naturally, I stopped by the costume shop again. This time I picked up a few extra pairs, knowing they would come in handy someday. That day on the track would be one of those days, so I brought two of them to school with me.

Natalie handed me the bag, and I pulled out the prizes: one baby blue, one pink.

"I think you'll look pretty in pink," I said to Blondie as I held up the girlier pair of bunny ears for him to admire. As I was placing it on his head, I said, "Oh, Blondie, you're looking more adorable by the second." I reached up to the top of one of the ears and bent it forward just a bit for effect, and took pleasure in the wretched expression on Blondie's face.

Next, I placed the blue pair on Johnny’s head, adjusting one ear to flop just right.

The girls giggled. I stepped back, beaming. Two boys in full submission position, naked from the waist up, adorned with pastel bunny ears. It was a sight for sore eyes.

Both boys had turned their heads away from each other. I needed to remedy that.

"I'd like you two to look at each other," I said. "This is a good chance for the two of you to get better acquainted."

The boys slowly turned their heads toward each other, but they averted eye contact.

“Look each other in the eyes,” I admonished. "Maybe you can tell each other how cute you look in the bunny ears."

They looked. They blinked. They said nothing.

I knew a surefire way to fix that.

“If you won’t entertain us, we’ll find other ways to amuse ourselves,” I said as I reached around Blondie’s waist and began unbuttoning his shorts.

"Kayla, would you mind getting Johnny Boy's jeans down?"

“NO!” both boys cried in unison.

“Okay!” Blondie yelped. “We’ll talk!”

I backed off, arms crossed. “Go on then.”

"Uh...uh..." Blondie started. "I like how you look in the bunny ears."

“M-me too,” Johnny echoed.

More silence.

“You better keep talking about those bunny ears,” I warned. “Unless you'd rather parade the rest of the track in just your undies.”

Blondie, probably picturing himself walking around the track in a pair of panties, spoke up right away. "I don't like wearing them. How about you?" he asked Johnny.

I smiled. This is what I was looking for.

"No, I don't either," answered Johnny.

There was a moment of silence, and I could almost feel Blondie's pain as he tried to continue the conversation. I mean, how much could be said about bunny ears?

“I like your blue ones better than these pink ones,” Blondie offered weakly.

The four of us giggled heartily. We looked at Johnny, expectantly awaiting his response.

"Thank you," he said. After a silent pause he added, "I like yours, too."

The four of us absolutely lost it, while the two boys blushed beautifully.

“That was awesome,” I said, wiping away a tear. “All right, boys. Let’s continue our stroll. I think we’ve exhausted the bunny ears dialogue.”

By the way, Andrea happens to be a talented artist, and a couple of days after this session she sent me a wonderful rendering that she created for me that beautifully depicts Blondie in the bunny ears. Here it is:



That was right after his stimulating bunny conversation with Johnny, just before we started walking again. I must say I like it at least as much as the actual photo, and I am truly grateful to Andrea for sending it to me.

We ambled along for a couple of minutes, then I came to a stop. “Hey, I know! Let’s play a game!” I proposed excitedly.

Both boys glanced at me nervously, knowing this could not possibly bode well for them.

[Blondie]

Chapter 23: Blondie and Johnny Boy, Part 2 of 4

"Let's see," I continued. I paused, acting like I was deep in thought. Then I lit up. “Oh! I’ve got it!” I turned to the group with a gleam in my eye. “How about a tickle contest? Let’s see who’s more ticklish—Blondie or Johnny Boy.”

There was no response, so I plowed right on. "Here's how it will work: I will do one boy at a time. Blondie, maybe you can go first. You'll stand in the submission position, and I will start out tickling you slowly. The goal will be to not move your feet or drop your arms. The longer you hold out, the better chance you will win. I will increase the intensity of the tickling as I go along. Natalie, maybe you can time them with the stopwatch on your phone."

“On it!” said Natalie, already pulling up the app.

“Now we need a good prize for the winner—something to motivate our contestants. Blondie, can you give me an idea for what you would like the winner to get?"

“Uh...” Blondie looked far less enthusiastic than I did. But he did come up with something. "Maybe the winner can go get his shirt and shoes—and take off these bunny ears?" he offered hopefully.

"Hmm," I responded. "That's not quite what I had in mind. You were close, though, because I was thinking of having clothing be part of the reward. But I was thinking more like the winner will have the privilege of being able to keep his pants on—or, in your case your cute little shorts—for a while longer."

While the girls giggled, I delighted in the wretched expressions on the faces of the two contestants.

"Alrighty then," I said brightly. Let's get started." I stood in front of Blondie. "Submission position, please."

While Blondie obediently assumed the position, I had another thought.

"That's good, Blondie. But for this game let's take it a step further. Keep your arms behind your head like that, but hold onto your elbows with both hands."

Blondie did so, much to my delight. The sight of him all stretched out like that made him look so defenseless, so vulnerable. And his look of trepidation really added to the moment for me.

"Excellent, Blondie," I said. "You're nice and taut now. Such a perfect position for a tickling game. Now don't let go of those elbows or move your feet, or your time is up. Natalie, get the stopwatch ready. One, two, three, start!"

I started gently, brushing Blondie’s ear with my fingertips. I looked him in the eyes and smiled as I slowly trailed my hand down his side, my touch feather-light. I added my other hand, mirroring the motion. He shivered delectably while rotating his hips and slightly bending his knees.

For my own amusement I kept it slow at first, as I took pleasure in watching the shirtless Blondie squirm. But it was time to escalate.

I moved up to his armpits and wiggled my fingers lightly. He twisted, hips writhing now, but still somehow managed to stay in position. He was resolutely holding on—I'm sure the prospect of losing his shorts was all the incentive he needed.

"He's getting close!" said Andrea excitedly as she and the girls hooted and hollered.

“You’d better hold on, Blondie,” Kayla teased. “Or we’ll be holding on to your shorts!”

I grinned wickedly and went in for the kill—straight to the ribs with full intensity. Blondie broke immediately, yanking his arms down and stumbling away with a squeal.

“Fifty-seven seconds!” Natalie called.

All eyes turned to Johnny Boy, who I'm sure was hoping that his counterpart would have succumbed in a much shorter amount of time.

“You need to hold up for 58 seconds, Johnny Boy,” I said cheerfully. “Think you can do it? Or should we just go ahead and collect those jeans now?”

The petrified Johnny didn't respond, but much to my satisfaction, he did assume the position without being told.

He eyed me anxiously as I approached him. "Don't be afraid," I cooed softly while stroking his cheek with my fingers. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

I lowered my hand to his side and gently started stroking both of his sides up and down with both hands, as I did with Blondie. I could see early on that Johnny was going to be easy prey, as he was already squirming around.

Truth be told, I was planning on making sure Blondie would win the contest. I wanted to save the best for last.

"Oh, Johnny," I purred as I lovingly caressed his tummy. "You're pretty ticklish, aren't you, sweetie? I don't think you're going to make it. Are you ready to walk around the track in your tighty-whities, Johnny Boy?"

“No!” he gasped, eyes wide with panic.

“Thirty seconds,” Natalie announced.

"Only twenty-eight seconds to go, Johnny Boy," I said as I raised my fingers up his sides. "Goochie-goochie-goo!" I teased as I tormented him by tickling his armpits lightly. He writhed and twisted spiritedly as the four of us laughed heartily. I continued to tantalize him by tickling him tenderly on his armpits.

"Forty-five seconds," declared Natalie.

"Only thirteen more seconds, Johnny Boy," I said. "Maybe you'll be able to keep your pants on after all." I moved both hands down to his ribcage and rested them there. "Do you think you can hold up if I tickle you really hard right here?" I asked.

“No! Please!” Johnny pleaded, trembling.

“Fifty seconds!”

I went in for the kill. I knew he had no chance. I dug my fingers into his sides, and he immediately dropped his arms and pushed my hands away.

“Fifty-two seconds!” Natalie shouted.

"Oh, too bad, Johnny Boy," I said. "You put up a good fight. If only you could have held out just a bit longer. Then you wouldn't have to take your pants off."

Everyone looked at Johnny—who, for the record, was showing zero inclination to voluntarily disrobe—then back at me, eyes wide with anticipation. I turned slowly to Blondie, savoring the moment.

"Congratulations, Blondie," I said. "You won the tickle contest, and you won't have to walk our next segment in your underpants."

I let the suspense hang a beat before swiveling to Johnny Boy, who looked like he wanted to cry.

"Johnny Boy, on the other hand, no longer has that privilege. He was the loser. So now he must surrender his pants."

Johnny’s panic kicked into high gear. "No! Please!" he pleaded, shaking his head with wild eyes.

I looked at him, feigning compassion. "You really don't want to take your pants off, do you, Johnny?"

He clutched his waistband. "No! Please—not out here!"

"I understand, Johnny," I said, nodding solemnly. It would be awfully embarrassing to have to take your pants off out here in front of all these people."

Johnny's eyes conveyed a ray of hope. I decided to play the charade just a bit longer.

"Okay," I said at last, with a theatrical sigh. "I won’t make you take your pants off."

His whole body sagged in relief. "Oh, thank you!" he breathed, eyes glistening with relief.

I gave him a warm smile. "Instead...I’m going to let Blondie take them off for you."

The girls howled. The look of horror on Johnny's face was priceless.

I addressed Blondie, who didn't seem all too keen on the idea either. “Well?” I prompted sweetly. “Johnny’s waiting.”

Blondie sighed and shuffled over to Johnny, who stood frozen in place. The tension was delicious.

The four of us giggled while Blondie, resigned to his ignominious task, reached for Johnny's belt. It really was entertaining—and more than a little stimulating, I might add—to watch the two unfortunates reluctantly play their part in Johnny's depantsing. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed—well, check that, Johnny was the one losing his trousers—but I can tell you that Blondie was blushing up a storm as he undressed his counterpart under our watchful eyes.

Blondie unbuckled the belt and popped the button. I really enjoyed it when he took hold of Johnny's zipper. Blondie's fingers must have been a little too close to Johnny's goodies for his liking, and he jerked his hips back. Then, when Blondie had the zipper all the way down, he wasted no time in getting Johnny's trousers down. I guess he wanted to get it over with, instead of entertaining us with a slow, seductive stripping. It might have been my favorite part of the scene. Blondie took hold of the sides of the jeans and yanked them down to Johnny's ankles in a second flat. Johnny wasn't quite expecting that, and he let out a cute little high-pitched yelp. It was awesome!

Blondie got down on one knee to finish the job. Johnny stood motionless, still taken aback by the latest turn of events. Blondie just wanted to be done with it, and looked up at the stupefied Johnny.

"You need to lift your leg," said Blondie, somewhat irritably. It was the first time there was any voluntary verbal communication between my two boys. I rather enjoyed it when they talked to each other—coerced or otherwise—and would make a point to promote more of the same.

Johnny complied, and Blondie pulled the material free from his foot, then repeated the maneuver on the other leg. Andrea reached down and pulled the garment from Blondie's grip.

Johnny stood there in nothing but his tighty-whities, frozen with embarrassment. I clapped my hands with delight.

"Excellent!" I giggled as I looked the mortified, near-naked Johnny Boy up and down. "Now let's start walking again."

Andrea dropped the jeans next to the track, much to Johnny's dismay. "Can I...can I please...or can someone please bring my pants?" he asked hopefully.

“Don’t be silly, Johnny Boy,” I replied dismissively, already leading the way. The girls followed close behind, giggling and chatting. Johnny trailed miserably, his jeans shrinking in the distance, his hands glued to the front of his underwear. Blondie, still shirtless and pink with shame, walked quietly beside him. The crowd watching us grew with every step—and so did my delight.

I took the lead, striding two or three steps ahead of the boys, while the girls brought up the rear. Most of the time I walked backward, just so I could drink in the glorious sight of our two reluctant stars. Blondie was staring at the ground, probably praying he’d make it through this without losing his shorts. Poor Johnny was cupping the front of his underpants with both hands, sneaking anxious glances at the steadily growing audience gathering on both sides of the track.

I continued on blissfully for a stretch before coming to a halt. I was really looking forward to the next phase of the session, as it involved stepping up Blondie's humiliation significantly.

“Let’s take a break,” I chirped. “We can stop and have a little chat.” The way the boys’ faces tensed told me they knew something was up.

“Johnny Boy,” I began, sweet as pie. “Why do you think I make Blondie wear those cute little shorts to school every day?”

All eyes darted to Blondie’s legs and skimpy shorts, then landed back on Johnny. He shifted awkwardly. “Um...because you want to embarrass him?”

That wasn't the response I expected, but I really liked it. "Yes, very good, Johnny. I do enjoy embarrassing Blondie and making him blush." I smiled at Blondie, and yes, he was blushing deliciously.

“But what else?” I pressed. Johnny squirmed, his brain scrambling to give me a good answer. “Think carefully,” I added. "I'd like a thoughtful response. You do want to keep your underpants on, don't you?"

His eyes flew wide. “Yes! Um.um...you like looking at his legs? At his pretty legs?”

Johnny nailed it, and I loved it. I really do enjoy looking at Blondie's legs, especially now that I make him keep them all smooth and hairless for me. And knowing how embarrassed and self-conscious he is about them really adds to my pleasure.

I stopped at that point and took a picture of Blondie's legs. Here it is:



I must say, they are quite fetching. Since his legs are clean-shaven they look like those of a teenage girl. They probably turn the heads of the Roosevelt High girls and boys, much to his shame. I love it!

Okay, back to the story. Johnny had just commented on Blondie’s pretty legs.

"Yes! Excellent, Johnny. Blondie indeed has very pretty legs now that he keeps them nice and smooth for me. And it's really nice how he shows them off for everybody in his skimpy shorts." I glanced at Blondie, who was looking absolutely miserable. "Do you like Blondie's shorts, Johnny Boy?"

“Yes,” he replied quickly. Fast learner, that one.

"Do you want to try them on?" The girls giggled while both boys reacted with alarm—especially Blondie.

"Uh...I don't know." He paused to collect himself. He looked at the nervous Blondie and at his shorts, then back at me. "Do you want me to?" he asked. Oh, how sweet. He really wanted to please me. (giggle)

“Yes, I think that’s a lovely idea. You said you liked them. I don't think Blondie likes them. Do you, Blondie?"

Blondie was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. No matter what his response, he knew the shorts were coming off. So he gave me a true answer.

“No,” he mumbled, defeated.

“Well then, that settles it. Johnny gets to try them on. Why don't you go get them, Johnny?"

It took Johnny a moment for it to sink in that I was instructing him to strip off Blondie's shorts. But then Johnny stepped forward. Blondie stood frozen, breath held, as Johnny carefully undid the snap and pulled the zipper down. I might have been holding my breath too—though for very different reasons.

Johnny was careful not to tug down Blondie’s underpants along with the shorts, but the moment the fabric slid past his hips and pooled at his ankles, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd—followed by bursts of laughter—as everyone caught sight of the frilly, feminine panties.

Here is a picture that Natalie took that day:



You had to look closely to see the outline of his little penis. Unless you bent down and scrutinized it, you couldn't see it at all. It probably retracted even more than usual with his acute embarrassment. In my experience with this humiliation thing, I have seen that happen, and I just love it when it does. It's a win-win for me. Not only does it add to his humiliation, but it gives me more ammunition with which to tease him. Plus, it looks so cute!

As I looked Blondie up and down, I was mesmerized. Considering his smooth legs, his crimson-colored face, those adorable little panties, and his posture of utter submission—it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I turned up my vibrator to the second level while I drank in the vision before me.

As the laughter swelled around us, Johnny—who had a look of astonishment on his face as he stared at his counterpart's attire—finished the job. Blondie compliantly lifted each leg one at a time while Johnny pulled the shorts free.

“Oh, Felicity!” Kayla howled. “You are the best. Just look at him!”

“I know,” I beamed. "Doesn't he look marvelous?"

"And his panties match his bunny ears," giggled Natalie.

“You can’t even see his little bits,” Andrea added. “There’s no bulge.”

"I know," added Kayla. "He looks like a girl—like a cute young teenybopper. And a very embarrassed one!"

“He’d better watch out,” I teased. "One of the horny guys from the football team might just try to get inside those panties and have his way with him."

"I have a girl friend who's gay," said Andrea. "She likes the soft, feminine type. Maybe I should set her up with Blondie.”

“Or maybe a three-way with the football guy and your gay friend,” Kayla offered with a smirk.

"Ooh, Blondie, doesn't that sound like fun?" I said while taking pleasure in his miserable facial expression.

Everyone laughed while Blondie stood there, wallowing in his wretchedness. He had such a shamefaced look, and his body language exuded the mortification he most assuredly felt. It was absolutely delightful!

After savoring the moment, I turned to Johnny. “Actually, Johnny, you don’t need to try on the shorts. I rather like you in your little tighty-whities. Though I must say—” I glanced down at Blondie’s panties “—Blondie is definitely the prettier one.” More giggles.

“Alright, onward we go. Johnny, you can toss those shorts aside.” And just like that, another article of clothing was left in the dust.

We were a little more than halfway around the track, and I made sure to keep the pace slow. I wanted to prolong the fabulous session as long as I could. I walked backward, immensely enjoying the display the two tormented boys were putting on.

They were a few feet apart and avoiding each other at all costs. It was time to remedy that.

“You two look so precious in your undies and bunny ears,” I said sweetly. “You make the cutest couple. Why don’t you hold hands while we walk along?”

Groans, blushes, and another round of laughter followed, but the boys obeyed. At first they hesitated...then slowly, awkwardly, their hands found each other, fingers twitching with reluctance.

“Awwww,” I sang out. “My little lovebirds!”

Their body language screamed mortification. As we walked along, I beamed with pleasure as I took in the sight of my two sweeties strolling along hand in hand like a pair of embarrassed prom dates. Their flushed cheeks, the bunny ears, and the cling of their underpants—one plain, the other prettily feminine—created a scene so exquisitely provocative, I could hardly tear my eyes away.

"Oh, you two are just adorable!" I gushed as I pulled out my phone and snapped a few photos. “Girls, come up here! You have to see this!”

My three grinning companions joined me, and we all walked backward as we soaked in the fabulous spectacle.

After a short time, I turned around and started walking forward. I slowed my step until the boys caught up to me. Once I was in step, I sidled up to Blondie and slipped my fingertips into the front of his panties. Blondie jerked his hips back and leaned his upper body back rigidly.

"Please don't," he said, almost under his breath.

"Oh, but Blondie," I said as I delved my hand in further. "You're looking so lovable. I feel like I just have to play with your little boy bits." I had my hand around his genitals and began fondling them tenderly. It was delectable.

"Oh, you're so nice and smooth down here," I said as I started manipulating him a little more purposefully.

"Please...please stop," he whispered pleadingly.

I knew why he wanted me to stop—well, except for the obvious reason that he was being molested in a very humiliating manner in a very public place. What I'm sure was just as disconcerting for him was that he was reacting to my affectionate caresses, much to my delight.

"I'm so happy to see that you like me, Blondie," I teased. "I like you, too," I said as I raised to my tiptoes and kissed him on his very warm cheek while simultaneously fondling his penis.

I continued stroking him until I was satisfied that he was fully erect. I pulled my hand out and took hold of his wrist. I put my lips to his ear and softly said, "Keep this by your side. Don't you dare try to hide your little stiffy from us."

I patted his bum and left to go join my sidekicks. By the time I got there they were already laughing heartily, as were most of the onlookers. The cause of the laughter could be found below the midsection of the red-faced, panty-clad boy walking slowly behind us. More specifically, there was a small but unmistakable protuberance poking out from the front of the boy's panties, which seemed to be causing him excruciating embarrassment.

"Blondie must really like his new panties," giggled Kayla.

“Blondie,” I teased, “it’s not polite to point.”

Laughter erupted again, and Blondie looked like he wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

We continued our merry little parade. And then, a devilish idea popped into my head...

[Blondie]

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

We continued our merry little parade. And then, a devilish idea popped into my head.

"Johnny Boy," I called out. "Can you help your boyfriend out? Blondie's starting to lose his little hard-on. Maybe you can help him bring it back up."

Guffaws rang out while Johnny looked at me like I was from outer space, perhaps thinking that I couldn't possibly be serious. I pressed on, and he soon realized that I wasn't joking.

"You can stop holding hands now," I said. "There is something in Blondie's panties that you can hold on to instead."

The miserable expressions on the two boys' faces were all one needed to know about how they felt about my latest directive. Johnny reached over and slowly, gingerly slid his fingers inside Blondie's panties, while a clear grimace crossed the recipient’s face.

But as we continued our stroll I could tell that there was no activity on Johnny's part. It looked like he was just resting his palm on Blondie's lower abdomen, so he wasn't doing what I asked. He needed to be reprimanded.

"It appears you need some guidance here, Johnny Boy," I said as I approached him. "Let's stop here and I'll give you a demonstration."

I snuggled up to his side and promptly inserted my hand inside his underpants. Taken by surprise, Johnny let out a yelp and took hold of my wrist with both hands. I moved in front of him and looked him in the eyes sternly.

"I'm going to let that go, since I startled you," I said. "But if you ever touch me again without my permission, I'll make sure you experience humiliation the likes of which you can't even imagine."

Johnny, quickly grasping the seriousness of my threat, released his grip.

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

"Y-Yes," Johnny responded anxiously.

I tickled Johnny's balls with my fingers. He flinched, and I was pleased to see that Blondie also flinched when Johnny replicated my movements.

"Good boy," I purred as I started fondling his penis. I giggled at how tiny it was. "Such darling baby boy bits you have, Johnny Boy."

I continued to fondle his little organ. I looked over to make sure that Blondie was getting the same treatment, and smiled as I confirmed that he was. I detected that both my and Johnny's caresses were starting to have the desired effect.

"Ooh, you like this, don't you, Johnny Boy?" I cooed softly.

I started stroking his frenulum with my index finger. Almost immediately his penis grew larger. I was giddy with myself for having the power to make his little penis involuntarily respond to my strategic manipulations, and further his humiliation.

"Do this to Blondie," I said. "He'll really love it, and you'll be his new sweetheart."

I looked over, and sure enough, Blondie's penis looked like it was almost sticking straight out. A little boner inside a pair of panties—it was quite amusing, and so delightful!

I continued the same course while I spoke—this time loud enough so everyone could hear me.

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

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

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

I pulled my hand out of Johnny's underpants and was pleased to see the fruits of my labor. We all giggled at his little hard-on trying to poke through his tighty-whities.

"Can you say thank you, Felicity, and tell me what you are thanking me for?" I said to Johnny Boy.

"Um...th-thank you, Felicity, for...for...for giving me a boner."

There was raucous laughter all around, as the hilarity level went up appreciably.

"You're quite welcome, Johnny Boy. It was my pleasure," I said after regaining my composure. "Blondie, would you like to thank Johnny Boy for giving you a boner?"

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

I looked at Johnny boy, waiting for his response. "You're welcome...Blondie," he replied. I motioned to him with upward palms, indicating he wasn't quite finished. "It was my pleasure," he said, once again to our amusement.

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

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

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

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

Oh, and each time they finished getting the other boy hard, they grudgingly took each other's hand, which I found enchanting.

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

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

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

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

I knew she wouldn't, and that's why I picked her to finish things off. I feel like this humiliation thing comes naturally to me, and my perception is that it also does for Kayla. Plus, she is unpredictable, and at times would take things even further than I would, as improbable as that might seem. So, by turning it over to her, I could hang back and watch her in action and enjoy the stimulation I'd derive from whatever humiliations she would put the boys through.

As anticipated, I would not be disappointed.

* * * * *

We had come full circle and reached the spot where the boys had left their shoes, so we came to a stop. Kayla stepped forward, then turned back to me.

"Do you want me to get them naked?" she asked, loud enough for the boys to hear.

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

Kayla just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, then turned and approached the boys. "Okay, boys," she began. "We've reached the end of the line, and pretty soon you can go gather your clothes. But we still have another few minutes before the bell goes off. What should we do?"

I loved the rhetorical question, and watched with pleasure as the boys squirmed, realizing that their ordeal probably wasn't quite over—and could potentially worsen. They both looked warily at Kayla.

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

After their forced carnal experience, they were too ashamed to even look at each other. They turned and faced opposite directions. Kayla took care of that.

“You two are really testing my patience,” she said, her tone suddenly cool and commanding. “And trust me—you do not want to see what happens when I lose patience. Now...take each other’s hands. Both hands. And look each other in the eyes.”

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

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

Oh my, this is going to be fabulous!

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

"I...I liked"

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

Honey bunny, LOL! I love it!

Blondie looked like he wanted to vomit. He looked Johnny Boy in the eyes, and Johnny reciprocated.

"I liked how you...how you...how you felt up my love...my little love stick," he managed to verbalize.

Kayla stood between them like a mischievous referee, just outside their clasped hands, her gaze flicking expectantly from one red face to the other. Her eyes settled on Johnny, who squirmed under the pressure.

“I...I’m glad you liked it,” he muttered, drawing another round of snickers from the girls.

Kayla looked at Blondie. It became apparent that she expected a constant back-and-forth between her two hapless victims. Blondie decided to try his luck and take a different tact.

"Are you a football fan?" he asked.

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

Ohhhhhh.

"Um..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny looked back at Blondie. "Your penis is kind of small," he said bluntly.

Both boys were crimson-faced while everyone laughed lustily. Kayla did her best to choke back her laughter and stay on course.

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

"It was small," Blondie said simply.

"Smaller than yours?" asked Kayla.

"I think so," answered Blondie.

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

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

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

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

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

Ohhh, this is so delicious!

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

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

Johnny proceeded to lean forward and pull the waistband of Blondie's panties open. Just as quickly, he let it snap back.

"Oh, you need a better look than that," admonished Kayla. "Hold it open and describe what you see. And I'd like you to be very descriptive, Johnny Boy."

Again Johnny pulled on the waistband, this time holding it open. Blondie looked like he could become physically ill.

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

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

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

"Yes," replied Johnny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"His are a little smaller," said Blondie.

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

"Yes," answered Blondie.

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

"Yes," answered Blondie obediently.

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

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

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

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

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

"So you have bald baby boy bits?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

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

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

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Blondie checked out Johnny's little goodies again, then looked him in the eyes and carried out Kayla's ignominious command.

"We both have a small penis...I mean, we both...we both have bald little bits."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Blondie]

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

“Hold it!” Kayla barked suddenly, halting their farewell. “That wasn’t much of a good-bye. After being so intimate with each other, you should give each other a better sendoff than that. Here, come closer."

Before either boy could react, she took them each by the forearm and tugged them close together. “Blondie, arm around Johnny’s waist. Johnny Boy, hand on Blondie’s shoulder.”

With extreme reluctance, the two bare-chested boys followed Kayla's command, moving stiffly into position.

"Good," said Kayla. "A little closer now. I want your chests touching each other, skin to skin.”

The two shuffled nearer until their chests touched—warm, bare torsos pressed against each other in reluctant intimacy. I was becoming more aroused by the second while taking in the delicious scene.

"Push your hips into each other now," directed Kayla. "I want you to feel your little bits touching...good, just like that. Do you feel each other’s little bits touching each other?" The tormented boys both nodded miserably. "Good! Now gyrate your hips together, so they can commingle."

They did as instructed, wriggling their hips into each other. A collective burst of laughter and disbelief rippled through the crowd.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Kayla. "You boys look so adorable like that, like two lovers really hot for each other. Now get face-to-face and look each other in the eyes. That’s it—get really close.”

They complied, locking eyes with pure misery written all over their faces. The closeness of their noses made any hope of avoiding eye contact impossible.

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

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

Oh. My. God. She is!

Both boys recoiled instinctively at the command.

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

That did the trick. With extreme resignation, the agonized boys gingerly extended their tongues and made contact—eliciting gasps, shrieks, and a round of laughter from every direction.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt myself breathing faster as my state of sexual arousal was ever increasing, prompting me to turn my vibrator up to the third and final level.

“There we go!” Kayla beamed. “Now swirl those tongues around—yes, keep them connected. Mmm, just like that. Oh, we should have gotten you a room."

While some laughed, others watched in stunned silence, mouths open, transfixed by the surreal, steamy spectacle unfolding before them.

Kayla wasn’t done.

“Okay, lover boys. I know you've been waiting for this moment. Now you can put your lips together and really kiss each other. And let's keep those tongues working, like you mean it. I want to see passion!"

Oh, my goodness! This is unreal!

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

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



“Keep going, boys,” Kayla said smoothly, as if she were directing a school play. “Intertwine those tongues. Explore each other's mouths. Taste your partner's juices and swallow them down. Feel the passion! This is your first lover's kiss, so let's make it one to remember.”

As she gave her running commentary, she casually stepped behind Johnny Boy and swiftly lowered his underpants down to his ankles before expeditiously freeing them from his feet. The high-pitched squeal that emanated from Johnny when he realized what was transpiring was delightful.

Johnny instinctively pulled back, but Kayla was ready for that. “Uh-uh. Tongue back in Blondie's mouth! Don’t be rude—Blondie’s feelings are very delicate.”

Oh, Kayla!

With a flourish, she flung Johnny’s tighty-whities aside, then turned her sights on Blondie’s panties. Within moments he was naked but for his bunny ears, and in short order the pink panties and tighty-whities lay side-by-side on the track.

It was an incredible scene, that of two naked teenage boys in a coerced lip-lock in front of a silent, spellbound audience. They were in the throes of the humiliation of a lifetime, and I watched with wide eyes and a grin, a thrill surging through me that resonated down to my core.

I looked downward, and their lower torsos were now separated just enough so that I could make out their little bits. Their penises had retracted to their small, flaccid states. It was interesting to watch several onlookers move to get a better angle, and when they saw their little hairless bits they inevitably broke into wide grins.

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

Oh gosh!

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

“I think we’ve hit maximum size—such as it is,” Kayla said dryly. “You can break it up now, lover boys. I’d say Felicity’s wish for you two to get better acquainted has been fulfilled.”

She smirked. “We’ve covered all five senses: sight, hearing, touch…and with that juicy little lip-lock, you had the pleasure of smelling and tasting each other, up close and personal. I'm sure you are quite familiar with each other now."

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

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

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

Blondie tried to collect himself before answering. I'm sure discussing the dimensions of his extended penis while everyone was zeroing in on it had to be absolutely excruciating.

“Um...I guess mine’s…a little thinner,” he agreed, his voice barely audible. “But it’s longer,” he added, as though the claim might soften the blow of his humiliation.

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

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

"How long, Blondie?"

"Four and a half inches?" said Blondie.

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

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

"Maybe even less?" pushed Kayla.

"Maybe," said the downcast Blondie.

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

"I guess so...yes."

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

Oh! Oh!

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

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

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

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

"Blondie," Kayla said, "I think Johnny Boy would really enjoy it if you could give his little boner some of your love and affection."

She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small tube—some kind of lubricant. I’d later learn she’d been carrying it around for weeks, quietly hoping for the chance to use it on the boys.

That moment had arrived.

She took Blondie’s right hand, turned it palm-up, and gave the tube a squeeze, dispensing a generous dollop into his open hand.

"Now be a good little boyfriend and rub this aaaaal over Johnny Boy's little dinky."

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

"It's okay, Johnny Boy," cooed Kayla. "Just rest your hands on your head and enjoy yourself. I'll make sure Blondie takes reeeeal good care of you."

Johnny compliantly assumed the position while Blondie ever so reluctantly fondled the penis belonging to the shamefaced boy standing before him.

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

As much as I was loving every second of watching Kayla's masterclass in humiliation, I just couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer—I had to join the fun.

Grinning, I stepped over to her and held out my right palm. Kayla, quick on the uptake as always, gave me a knowing smile and squeezed a perfect dose of lubricant into my hand.

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

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

"That's right," I said softly into his ear. "You have your new boyfriend all worked up. It's time to consummate your relationship."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I was not to be denied, and neither was Blondie's orgasm.

He tensed up like Johnny Boy did and let out a soft, involuntary groan. I drank in every second of it.

Unlike his counterpart, he shot out several spurts of cum, the first two or three of which splatted directly onto his partner's belly, much to Johnny Boy's chagrin and our amusement.

The ovation Blondie received far surpassed the one for Johnny Boy a few seconds before.

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

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

Kayla must have sensed that I was duly satisfied—and that the proceedings had reached its perfect crescendo.

"Thank you, boys," she said, stepping forward. "That was some fabulous entertainment. Now give each other a nice kiss good-bye—on the lips—and a warm hug.”

I could only shake my head in awe as my two naked, thoroughly humiliated boys gave each other a quick, shamefaced peck on the lips and a half-hearted hug.

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

Once again they clasped each other's hands and looked at each other—though more haplessly than lovingly.

“Thank you, Johnny Boy, for a lovely afternoon,” Blondie muttered dispassionately.

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

Kayla wasn’t letting them off the hook just yet.

“Johnny Boy,” she said, “don’t you think Blondie deserves a special thanks for what he did for you?”

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

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

Johnny swallowed hard. “Thank...thank you, Blondie, for...for playing with...with my...my penis...and making me...for making me...you know..."

How adorable—he couldn't even bring himself to use the words.

Kayla, grinning ear to ear, turned to Blondie for his response.

"You're welcome," mumbled Blondie wretchedly.

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

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

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

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

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

As the fully entertained spectators began to disperse, Kayla turned to me with a sparkle in her eye.

“Well?” she asked, flashing a sly grin. “How’d I do?”

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