Datom's plight

[Lola]

A couple of weeks ago I suggested Datom a story about the "Bikini squad". It's a group of girls who seems to own the beach and have a rivalry with the boys of the "Trunks team"who wants to reclaim the beach for their activities.
I wanted to hear the story of how the girls captured and humiliate the boys one by one while the female lifeguard does her best to let it happen and enjoy watching the boys humiliated.

The point is that Datom promised me to write the story but he didn't...

I feel kinda angry towards him. I think he needs a lesson. Why don't we humiliate him?

I have the perfect idea! Hear me out! We need to use our imagination...

The great Datom! One of the best writers on this sub. His stories seems to be loved by everyone. The slow evolving plots he writes, the characters that feel so real, and the way he can weave a story together is nothing short of amazing.

Today i have the great Datom right in front of me. On his knees, hands tied behind his back and a bounce of my friends surrounding him like guards.

"What this is all about? Are you crazy Lola? This is kidnapping! Let me go at once!" He struggles against the rope that holds his wrists together and tries to get up but two of the girls behind push him back on his knees.

"Oh my dear. This won't be just kidnapping. We have something funny in mind for you... I guest you won't like it but we will!"

I slowly aproch him and tie a leash around his neck. I give the leash a firm tug suggesting Datom to follow me.

"No! What are you doing? Lola! Ouch you're chocking me"

I give another tug and Datom gets up and start to follow me. He has no clues of what is going one.

The girls cheer and laugh when he starts to walk. They giggles and and follow us, skipping and hopping behind Datom. It's like a procession. The girls know what is about to happen and it makes them excited almost euphoric. They even starts to dance and sing.

I walk slowly and tug the leash from time to time. Datom is quite. He follows me wondering what we have in mind.

We eventually reach our destination. An open space in the middle of the wood that seems to be waiting for us, like a stage set for the grand performance we've planned.

The girls know exactly what to do. They untie Datom's wrists and between his protests they strip him off his shirt. They hold his arms firmly as i put a cloth inside his mouth to muffled his desperates yells.

I pinch his nipples a couples of time until he jumps up and down like a fish out of water. The girls laugh at his reaction, their eyes sparkling with mischief. They find his discomfort absolutely hilarious.

We are surrounding him. He can't see much aroud and i'm sure he still has no clue of what is about to happen.

I gesture the girls to move on. They forced Datom on the ground. They make him lay on a long wooden planck. Now he really struggles as is life depends on it.

I looked at him amazed by the sight. It's some how arousing to see a boy fighting so much with no hope of escaping his fate.

The girls stretch his arms and tie his wrists on a perpendicular wooden plank. Datom glares at me and i give him a knowing smile. Now he knows what we are doing.

I blow him a kiss and bend down to remove his pants while the girls hold down his legs. We ties his ankles to the plank.

I step back to let the girl finish the job and to admire the moment i was waiting for.

Datom is tied on a cross. The girls are now lifting the cross. I can't help but touch myself and moan in pleasure as Datom is lifted up and the cross placed firmly into the ground. He's completely at our mercy. On display with nothing but his underwear on.

He struggles and the cross woobles slightly. The girls are now dancing around him. They tickles his bare skin and pinch him. The cross is not that high. The girls can easily reach his nipples to tease them.

The poor Datom is screaming and moaning at the same time. I give the girls a couple of minutes to have fun as i watch the scene with an hand in my pants.

Then i gesture the girls to stop. They suddenly step back in silence. Datom is still moaning when i walk towards him.

He notices everyone is now silence and looks at me.
His heart is running fast. He has difficult to breath.

I slowly reach his underwear and pinch the waistband a couple of time staring at Datom in the eyes. He gulps and starts to struggle and scream again when he realizes what i am about to do.

I smile to him and slowly lower his underwear revealing his unexpected big penis. The girls gasp and giggle as it hangs flaccid in the cool breeze of the wood. Datom's face turns red with embarassment as his most private part is exposed to all of us.

I step back leaving his underwear around his knees.

The girls are only waiting for my commands. I nod with my head and the girls come closer. They all have a bunch of little branches in their hands. They start to stroke his body with the soft leaves. At first, Datom is surprised, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. But as the branches move to more sensitive areas, his fear turns into something else. His body reacts to the touch, his penis starts to swell and the girls giggle even more.

I just watch and enjoy Datom's plight.

As the girls continue to stroke his body with the branches, one of them decides to be a bit more adventurous. She takes a step closer and gently runs the branch along his growing penis. Datom's eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a muffled groan. The sensation of the leaves tickling his most sensitive skin is driving him wild, and he tries to arch his hips but the restraints hold firm. The girls laugh at his involuntary reaction, finding it utterly entertaining.

Encouraged by the effect she's having on him, the girl with the branch smirks and decides to take it up a notch. She flicks the tip of his penis lightly with her finger, watching it bounce back and forth. Datom's body jolts in response, his eyes widening in shock and embarrassment. He tries to pull away, but the cross holds him firmly in place, leaving him at their mercy.

Then we stops. Someone is approching. Peoples are coming to see what is going one. That's funny. Lets see what will happen.

Will it be someone with some suggestion for torturing and humiliate Datom? Or someone who will try to help him? We may have a couple of crosses left...

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If someone wants to partecipate leave a comment!. I onwed Datom a favour... This story is a little crazy. I'm not sure if you liked it... But i had fun writing

[Datom]

Omigosh! I'm being crucified in the woods! I'm stark naked, at the mercy of Lola! I'm hanging here in full view of her friends, who are oglingy nude body, and playing with my naked penis!

Help!!!!!!!

[NudeBaG]

Good job Lola

[Lola]

What a marvelous sight. Datom crucified. He is squirming and moaning in pain as the girls keep on torment him with no mercy. Is penis is swinging freely between his legs. The wooden cross on which he is tied on groans and wobbles slightly with each of his spasms.

The girls laugh sadistically at his plight.
Their faces are a mix of excitement and concentration. They look like a group of savage huntresses as they poke and prod him with the branches, drawing intricate patterns on his naked flesh with the pointed ends, leaving behind a trail of crimson beads.

The sight of his humiliation is exhilarating.
My own hand slides down my body as I reach the warm, wet folds of my vagina. I let out a soft moan, the sensation of my own pleasure mirroring the sounds coming from Datom. His pain is my aphrodisiac, and I revel in it. My fingertips dance over my clit, teasing it into a tight bud of pleasure as I watch the girls continue their vicious dance around the cross.

Eventually Datom's eyes meet mine. He knows I'm masturbating over his torture. He watches me moaning in pleasure as my other hand cups my breast, gently squeezing and rolling my nipple through the cloth of my shirt.

Suddenly the girls step back and point at his penis.Datom is growing an erection.

They laugh and I laugh too, blaming Datom with my gaze as if his arousal is his own doing, as if he's enjoying this.

The sight of his hard boner seems to aweke some kind of sexual delirium among the girls.

One the girl takes her shirt off and remove her bra. She flaunts her breast to Datom shaking them with a sadistic smirk on her face.

Another girl lowers her pants just to mock Datom with the sight of her sexy ass.

A couple of girls are now kissing passionately in front of Datom, their tongues dancing around each other's, taunting him with the sweetness of what he can never have while he's pinned to the cross. His erection grows even more.

Now the torture has turned into a sexual one. Some of the girls pokes Datom's penis with the branches while the other do their best to keep him hard.

The topless girl uses her bra as a whip to flick at Datom's erect member. He lets out a guttural growl, a mix of pain and a strange, twisted pleasure that only adds to the depraved symphony of sensations overwhelming him. His body betrays his torment, responding to the relentless teasing despite the agony.

Everyone laugh at the scene. It's pretty funny watching Datom crucified and flogged with a bra.

"Come on girls! Let's whip Datom until his hard pee pee goes bye-bye" I shout out loud.

Datom glares at me with an amusing scared expression. He struggle furiously on the cross making it wobble while all the girls take off their shirt and bra.

Datom should be happy to see so many naked boobs if only he wasn't in so much trouble. The girls, now fully topless, start to circle him with their makeshift bra-whips.

Their bare breasts bounce with excitement as they each take turns lashing his naked body. The sound of the fabric cutting through the air is punctuated by Datom's agonized screams. His skin is now a mottled red from the abuse.

Slap after slap, the makeshift bra-whips crack against Datom's flesh. He writhes and twists on the cross. The girls' giggles and laughter fill the wood along with Datom's muffled screams.

"Look! Is boner is going down!"

"Lola orderded to whip him ultil he lose his erection..."

"Quick! Keep him hard!"

Suddenly one of the girls takes Datom's penis in her mouth. She gives him a quick blowjob without making him cum. His penis is now hard again and the girls have another opportunity to whip the poor boy.

Datom's muscles tenst up for the pain. There are tears in his eyes. It seems he has no strength left, not even for scream. He is now moaning softly.

The reckless topless girls had no mercy on him. They torture his body and keep him hard teasing his penis in an endless cycle of pain and pleasure.

A chant takes form among the girls "Datom's pee pee must go bye bye! Datom's pee pee must go bye bye!" They all cheer and laugh as they continue their twisted game.

I walk near Datom.

"Do you want the girls to stop?" I ask with a smirk. Datom nods weakly, his eyes glazed over with pain and desperation.

"Then you should lose your erection...do you want me to take care of that?" I ask pushing up his penis with the tip of my finger and making it bouncing.

The girls stop with the whipping and laugh at his bonder bobbling up and down like a yo-yo.

I grab Datom penis with my hand and start to stroke it.

Datom beg me to stop but only muffled groans come from his mouth.

I know he doesn't want to cum in front of the girls who has Crucified and torture him.

I know really well he doesn't want to cum on the cross.

I bit my lips and stroke Datom's penis more vigorously. His body jolts in response, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and resentment. The girls watch with hungry eyes, their own hands playing with their breasts and thighs, their arousal evident as they anticipate the grand finale of this twisted play.

Datom's moans grow louder, and I can feel his manhood pulsing in my hand, the precursor of his inevitable release. "You can do it, Datom. Just let go." I whisper. His eyes search mine, pleading for an end to this humiliation.

Eventually, Datom's body could take no more. With a final, desperate plea in his eyes, he releases his orgasm, spurts of hot cum painting the girls' faces and chests.

The girls brust out laughing and point at Datom's crotch. His penis is now going down.

I step back to admire him. Crucified naked with his now flaccid penis red for the torture and wet of his own cum.

Am I done with Datom?

[tim409]

Good job Lola but remember when you are playing with his cock, that his balls need some attention too and it is OK to get a little rough with his balls too.

[Datom]

Good job Lola but remember when you are playing with his cock, that his balls need some attention too and it is OK to get a little rough with his balls too.

Easy for YOU to say,Tim409! It's not YOUR testicles that are getting all the rough attention!

[Datom]

Lola! MyGod! You have me gasping! You made me squirt for you! In front of all those girls! Talk about total humiliation!

What are you going to do to me next?

[tim409]

Good job Lola but remember when you are playing with his cock, that his balls need some attention too and it is OK to get a little rough with his balls too.

Easy for YOU to say,Tim409! It's not YOUR testicles that are getting all the rough attention!

OH I have had my wife and several of her lady friends get rough with them many times. It turns them on which than turns me on as long as they do not get too rough with them. The woman stay dressed and I cannot touch them in intimate areas although I am naked and of course they are touching my genitals. My wife makes up for it when we are alone so it is worth it to have a pain in the balls once in a while.