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#9: The time I helped a naked boy getting bullied.
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I was in high school at the time. On an unusually hot day just before school let out for the summer I was walking along, backpack in hand, on my way back home from classes. In a small southern town like mine one could walk relatively comfortably.
Somewhat sparsely-leafed woods lined the road between my home and high school. It was on this particular day that I heard a commotion. With mostly barren branches and thin trunks I could see a group of people gathering around one particular tree but could not make them out. Normally I would avoid trouble where it could spring up but curiosity got the better of me that day. Hiking my backpack over my shoulder I hopped over the dry brook and ventured into the woods.
My pace slowed as I neared. From the road I couldn't hear what they were saying or make out what they looked like. But now I could see they were a gaggle of boys who looked roughly middle school aged. I could make out every other word as I got closer but I only got the gist and could tell they were surrounding and bullying a younger boy against the tree.
I may have been a very self-conscious girl but if anything could provide a loophole to any fear I felt, it was the righteous fury of a child being pushed around by boys older than him.
Acting on impulse, I stomped forward, twigs cracking under my Mary Janes. I let out a "Hey!" at the top of my lungs, not having any plan other than making my presence known.
Evidently the boys were so engrossed in their bullying that they hadn't noticed me approach. They nearly jumped their height and turned to the source. Upon the sight of a high school girl, tall for her age, with a very voluptuous body, overdeveloped breasts in a buttoned blouse, and a mane of fiery red hair, they panicked. All four boys scrambled to run away, too startled to think about their situation and possibly worried someone else was with me. Regardless of their reasons, I let out a sigh of relief that they had chosen to flee rather than stand their ground or fight me. Though given many people knew other people in this town, it's possible they knew me from the large family of Jewish redheads in the town or had heard about how well I wrestled with the boys when I was younger. I don't think I'll ever know the real reason they ran.
But more importantly I turned to the boy they had been bullying. He looked to be in elementary school, causing yet another flare of righteous justice in my mind that middle schoolers would pick on a grade schooler. He had a messy head of short cornflower hair and pale skin suggested he didn't go outside much, a rarity for this town.
He was also completely naked.
And tied to the tree.
I felt a heat rise in me. Having been well into puberty by this point and taken sex ed I knew it to be arousal, but at that point I didn't quite understand why I was feeling horny all of a sudden. I was too focused on the boy to really think about it, either.
His scrawny, nubile body was bare before me. With his arms restrained against the tree, he was vulnerable and exposed, helpless before my admiring eyes. He tried to bend his knees to cover his little penis and balls but he was tied so rigidly against the barren tree that he could not lift his legs much.
I again acted more or less on impulse. Rather than immediately untying him, my first thought was to comfort him. I knelt down before the much shorter boy, an undone button on my blouse giving him a glance down my massive cleavage, the Star of David dangling from my neck helping draw his eyes there. I reached up and, hesitating a moment at how he flinched, gently straightened his bangs in a tender gesture I knew from interacting with my youngest sibling. He relaxed at my nurturing touch. Taking this as a good sign, I continued.
"There there. It's okay. They're gone now. I'm not going to hurt you," I cooed. He further relaxed at my verbal soothing, my voice soft and husky like I was calming a wild animal or a mother lulling her son to sleep before bed.
My other hand touched his shoulder and watching him only very slightly flinch I left it there. Leaning to look at his bindings, I saw he had been tied with an extension cord. Having learned all about knots from my dad during camping trips, it would only take a moment for me to undo them.
"I'm going to untie you, okay?" It was important that he knew what I would do before I did it so he could stay calm. He simply nodded, his face wet with tears and lip quivering.
Rather than getting up or sidling around the tree, I leaned forward to reach for the knots binding his hands around the tree. To say he got a face full of titties would be an understatement. I hadn't thought the action through before initiating it and now I was too embarrassed by my own clumsiness to take it back, so I continued undoing the knot in that position. His nose blew air against the soft skin of my cleavage, causing a shudder to go through me. In my kneeling position I could tell that my pussy was wet, the feeling of power I had over this naked boy at my mercy stoking a fire in me.
When the extension cord fell away I pulled back and the naked boy came with me. He nearly stumbled in his bare feet and I couldn't tell if my breasts had dragged him with me or if he tripped trying to escape the tree once freed. Reflexively, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him securely against my bosom.
Standing and pulling him up with me, I heard him start sobbing. I rubbed his bare back and whispered to him. "It's okay... Let it out. It's fine to cry. Let it all out into my boobies, naked boy..."
Okay, I may or may not have said that. I don't remember much of the exact words I used in these stories but it's certainly what I would have said had that happened to me nowadays so I will assume it's at least accurate to reality.
I'm not sure how much time passed but I think I recall one of my legs falling asleep. When he finally stopped crying he looked up from my cleavage, eye full of adoration in a way that just melted my heart. No doubt I looked like a flaming valkyrie descending upon his hour of need to aid him.
"C'mon, I'll get you somewhere safe. Do you know where your clothes are?"
He responded by looked up and behind himself. I followed his gaze to find his clothes tangled in the upper branches of the tree he was tied to. Even his sneakers had their shoelaces tied together and were hanging from a branch. I could climb this tree easy, but I was wearing a skirt. Perhaps that was just my conscious excuse, though. I suspect deep down, I simply wanted to prolong the naked boy's nudity.
"I think they're goners... How about I take you home? Do you have any relatives home who can help you?"
He shook his head. Oh, latchkey kid. That's rough.
"How about I take you to the police station, then?"
He nodded. Good, that settled it. I looked down at his bare feet and my worried mama instincts kicked in. I pulled away, briefly amused at how he tried to lean into me to not break the boobie hug. Instead I turned around and knelt down, presenting my back to him. He realized what I was indicating and climbed on, wrapping his arms around me and grabbing my boobs. I felt my breath hitch as one of his fingers grazed my nipple. The white blouse was thin and I wasn't wearing a bra because I had outgrown all my others and was waiting for new ones to arrive. I stood up to find he was surprisingly light and turned to leave the woods.
The walk back was tiring. He was surprisingly light but I'm not all that strong, just solidly built due to my curves and precocious puberty. But I pressed on, the drive to rescue this poor naked boy giving me a wellspring of energy I'd not felt before. Along the way, he finally broke his shocked silence, albeit only to whisper in my ear. He told me his name and a few other details about himself that I've sadly forgotten over the years. I think he mentioned those boys had ambushed him on his way home from school, luring him into the woods with promises of a game and appealing to his desire to be seen as cool by the older boys. I felt disgusted at such behavior and hoped he could identify them at the police station.
As we reached town we got a few looks and I felt my naked passenger bury his face in my curly red locks. But I also felt his little penis harden against my thin white blouse-clad lower back. I still wonder just what caused it, as it could have been from rubbing against me, his hands tightly gripping my ample breasts, random childhood boners, or from the adults in town seeing him naked on an older girl's back. Perhaps it was some combination of these.
Regardless we reached the police station without issue. The officers were shocked upon seeing a teenage girl walk in with a naked boy on her back but they recognized my Star of David necklace, overdeveloped body, and crimson hair. My family was well liked by the town police force for the baked goods we donated to the police station. That meant they didn't suspect I had assaulted this boy at all, though I suppose gender stereotypes had a hand in that too. I set him down but he just hugged me and buried his face in my cleavage again. An officer placed a blanket over him but when he tried to urge him away from me the boy screamed in protest. Sighing, I asked if I could help with the incident report alongside him. The officers relented, acknowledging that they knew from my family's reputation that I was good on my word and wouldn't influence the boy's story, plus it would move faster to take down our information at the same time. While only police were present, they still had me carry the naked boy into a private interrogation room to avoid the eyes of any civilians that may walk in at any point.
I pulled the chair out and sat down, positioning the little naked boy in my lap. The way his face was buried in my tits, it was like he was trying to hide from the world and my boobs were his security blanket. I felt an urge to remove the blanket covering him from the neck down but thought better of it given the female officer sitting opposite me at the table.
She took out a notepad and pen and began asking me about what happened to this boy. I recounted the story as best I could, feeling his naked body shift a little against me every few moments and his breath on my sensitive cleavage, causing my face to redden with arousal. I don't recall whether the officer noticed or not. He would occasionally move his head or grunt in response to a question but the entire interview went off quite smoothly. She said they would send an officer around with a ladder to retrieve the boy's belongings before sundown and would see about calling his parent or guardian to come pick him up.
Looking down at the little naked boy in my arms, I softly cooed. "I need to go now, okay? You've been a very brave little naked boy. You're big enough that you can do this on your own, okay? The officers can help you. Okay?"
He nodded and, very reluctantly, he allowed me to extract him from my breasts and arms. Keenly, the female officer handed me a box of tissues to wipe the wetness from my cleavage, causing me to blush and give her a small thank you for her foresight.
I left and headed back home without incident. I would later see the story on the local news and apparently the four boys would be properly charged by the law. I suspect they would possibly get juvie for it. I never really saw that boy again. I suspect the stress of what happened might have caused his parents to move, as a few rumors spread about that. For the next few months, the occasional police officer I passed would wave to me and call me a local hero, causing a blush to grace my cheeks.
I never told anyone about the perverted feelings I felt caring for that naked damsel boy in distress.
Until now, at least.
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I was in high school at the time. On an unusually hot day just before school let out for the summer I was walking along, backpack in hand, on my way back home from classes. In a small southern town like mine one could walk relatively comfortably.
Somewhat sparsely-leafed woods lined the road between my home and high school. It was on this particular day that I heard a commotion. With mostly barren branches and thin trunks I could see a group of people gathering around one particular tree but could not make them out. Normally I would avoid trouble where it could spring up but curiosity got the better of me that day. Hiking my backpack over my shoulder I hopped over the dry brook and ventured into the woods.
My pace slowed as I neared. From the road I couldn't hear what they were saying or make out what they looked like. But now I could see they were a gaggle of boys who looked roughly middle school aged. I could make out every other word as I got closer but I only got the gist and could tell they were surrounding and bullying a younger boy against the tree.
I may have been a very self-conscious girl but if anything could provide a loophole to any fear I felt, it was the righteous fury of a child being pushed around by boys older than him.
Acting on impulse, I stomped forward, twigs cracking under my Mary Janes. I let out a "Hey!" at the top of my lungs, not having any plan other than making my presence known.
Evidently the boys were so engrossed in their bullying that they hadn't noticed me approach. They nearly jumped their height and turned to the source. Upon the sight of a high school girl, tall for her age, with a very voluptuous body, overdeveloped breasts in a buttoned blouse, and a mane of fiery red hair, they panicked. All four boys scrambled to run away, too startled to think about their situation and possibly worried someone else was with me. Regardless of their reasons, I let out a sigh of relief that they had chosen to flee rather than stand their ground or fight me. Though given many people knew other people in this town, it's possible they knew me from the large family of Jewish redheads in the town or had heard about how well I wrestled with the boys when I was younger. I don't think I'll ever know the real reason they ran.
But more importantly I turned to the boy they had been bullying. He looked to be in elementary school, causing yet another flare of righteous justice in my mind that middle schoolers would pick on a grade schooler. He had a messy head of short cornflower hair and pale skin suggested he didn't go outside much, a rarity for this town.
He was also completely naked.
And tied to the tree.
I felt a heat rise in me. Having been well into puberty by this point and taken sex ed I knew it to be arousal, but at that point I didn't quite understand why I was feeling horny all of a sudden. I was too focused on the boy to really think about it, either.
His scrawny, nubile body was bare before me. With his arms restrained against the tree, he was vulnerable and exposed, helpless before my admiring eyes. He tried to bend his knees to cover his little penis and balls but he was tied so rigidly against the barren tree that he could not lift his legs much.
I again acted more or less on impulse. Rather than immediately untying him, my first thought was to comfort him. I knelt down before the much shorter boy, an undone button on my blouse giving him a glance down my massive cleavage, the Star of David dangling from my neck helping draw his eyes there. I reached up and, hesitating a moment at how he flinched, gently straightened his bangs in a tender gesture I knew from interacting with my youngest sibling. He relaxed at my nurturing touch. Taking this as a good sign, I continued.
"There there. It's okay. They're gone now. I'm not going to hurt you," I cooed. He further relaxed at my verbal soothing, my voice soft and husky like I was calming a wild animal or a mother lulling her son to sleep before bed.
My other hand touched his shoulder and watching him only very slightly flinch I left it there. Leaning to look at his bindings, I saw he had been tied with an extension cord. Having learned all about knots from my dad during camping trips, it would only take a moment for me to undo them.
"I'm going to untie you, okay?" It was important that he knew what I would do before I did it so he could stay calm. He simply nodded, his face wet with tears and lip quivering.
Rather than getting up or sidling around the tree, I leaned forward to reach for the knots binding his hands around the tree. To say he got a face full of titties would be an understatement. I hadn't thought the action through before initiating it and now I was too embarrassed by my own clumsiness to take it back, so I continued undoing the knot in that position. His nose blew air against the soft skin of my cleavage, causing a shudder to go through me. In my kneeling position I could tell that my pussy was wet, the feeling of power I had over this naked boy at my mercy stoking a fire in me.
When the extension cord fell away I pulled back and the naked boy came with me. He nearly stumbled in his bare feet and I couldn't tell if my breasts had dragged him with me or if he tripped trying to escape the tree once freed. Reflexively, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him securely against my bosom.
Standing and pulling him up with me, I heard him start sobbing. I rubbed his bare back and whispered to him. "It's okay... Let it out. It's fine to cry. Let it all out into my boobies, naked boy..."
Okay, I may or may not have said that. I don't remember much of the exact words I used in these stories but it's certainly what I would have said had that happened to me nowadays so I will assume it's at least accurate to reality.
I'm not sure how much time passed but I think I recall one of my legs falling asleep. When he finally stopped crying he looked up from my cleavage, eye full of adoration in a way that just melted my heart. No doubt I looked like a flaming valkyrie descending upon his hour of need to aid him.
"C'mon, I'll get you somewhere safe. Do you know where your clothes are?"
He responded by looked up and behind himself. I followed his gaze to find his clothes tangled in the upper branches of the tree he was tied to. Even his sneakers had their shoelaces tied together and were hanging from a branch. I could climb this tree easy, but I was wearing a skirt. Perhaps that was just my conscious excuse, though. I suspect deep down, I simply wanted to prolong the naked boy's nudity.
"I think they're goners... How about I take you home? Do you have any relatives home who can help you?"
He shook his head. Oh, latchkey kid. That's rough.
"How about I take you to the police station, then?"
He nodded. Good, that settled it. I looked down at his bare feet and my worried mama instincts kicked in. I pulled away, briefly amused at how he tried to lean into me to not break the boobie hug. Instead I turned around and knelt down, presenting my back to him. He realized what I was indicating and climbed on, wrapping his arms around me and grabbing my boobs. I felt my breath hitch as one of his fingers grazed my nipple. The white blouse was thin and I wasn't wearing a bra because I had outgrown all my others and was waiting for new ones to arrive. I stood up to find he was surprisingly light and turned to leave the woods.
The walk back was tiring. He was surprisingly light but I'm not all that strong, just solidly built due to my curves and precocious puberty. But I pressed on, the drive to rescue this poor naked boy giving me a wellspring of energy I'd not felt before. Along the way, he finally broke his shocked silence, albeit only to whisper in my ear. He told me his name and a few other details about himself that I've sadly forgotten over the years. I think he mentioned those boys had ambushed him on his way home from school, luring him into the woods with promises of a game and appealing to his desire to be seen as cool by the older boys. I felt disgusted at such behavior and hoped he could identify them at the police station.
As we reached town we got a few looks and I felt my naked passenger bury his face in my curly red locks. But I also felt his little penis harden against my thin white blouse-clad lower back. I still wonder just what caused it, as it could have been from rubbing against me, his hands tightly gripping my ample breasts, random childhood boners, or from the adults in town seeing him naked on an older girl's back. Perhaps it was some combination of these.
Regardless we reached the police station without issue. The officers were shocked upon seeing a teenage girl walk in with a naked boy on her back but they recognized my Star of David necklace, overdeveloped body, and crimson hair. My family was well liked by the town police force for the baked goods we donated to the police station. That meant they didn't suspect I had assaulted this boy at all, though I suppose gender stereotypes had a hand in that too. I set him down but he just hugged me and buried his face in my cleavage again. An officer placed a blanket over him but when he tried to urge him away from me the boy screamed in protest. Sighing, I asked if I could help with the incident report alongside him. The officers relented, acknowledging that they knew from my family's reputation that I was good on my word and wouldn't influence the boy's story, plus it would move faster to take down our information at the same time. While only police were present, they still had me carry the naked boy into a private interrogation room to avoid the eyes of any civilians that may walk in at any point.
I pulled the chair out and sat down, positioning the little naked boy in my lap. The way his face was buried in my tits, it was like he was trying to hide from the world and my boobs were his security blanket. I felt an urge to remove the blanket covering him from the neck down but thought better of it given the female officer sitting opposite me at the table.
She took out a notepad and pen and began asking me about what happened to this boy. I recounted the story as best I could, feeling his naked body shift a little against me every few moments and his breath on my sensitive cleavage, causing my face to redden with arousal. I don't recall whether the officer noticed or not. He would occasionally move his head or grunt in response to a question but the entire interview went off quite smoothly. She said they would send an officer around with a ladder to retrieve the boy's belongings before sundown and would see about calling his parent or guardian to come pick him up.
Looking down at the little naked boy in my arms, I softly cooed. "I need to go now, okay? You've been a very brave little naked boy. You're big enough that you can do this on your own, okay? The officers can help you. Okay?"
He nodded and, very reluctantly, he allowed me to extract him from my breasts and arms. Keenly, the female officer handed me a box of tissues to wipe the wetness from my cleavage, causing me to blush and give her a small thank you for her foresight.
I left and headed back home without incident. I would later see the story on the local news and apparently the four boys would be properly charged by the law. I suspect they would possibly get juvie for it. I never really saw that boy again. I suspect the stress of what happened might have caused his parents to move, as a few rumors spread about that. For the next few months, the occasional police officer I passed would wave to me and call me a local hero, causing a blush to grace my cheeks.
I never told anyone about the perverted feelings I felt caring for that naked damsel boy in distress.
Until now, at least.
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Re: My ENM Stories
Another example that most True Story pantsing or stripping is done boy on boy or girl on girl.
Fictional boys strip boys is such a rarity in the ENM storytelling.
Fictional boys strip boys is such a rarity in the ENM storytelling.
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Well done to you, you have a compassionate and kind Jewish heart. You are an exemplary citizen. I salute you.
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I wrote quite a lot in this genre on the old Webapps board. Did you ever see it? Maybe I'll post some of it in the archives and see if there's any interest.TeenFan wrote: Sat Sep 27, 2025 11:52 am Another example that most True Story pantsing or stripping is done boy on boy or girl on girl.
Fictional boys strip boys is such a rarity in the ENM storytelling.
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It makes sense. I have never had a fantasy about being stripped by a guy, but many about being stripped by one or more girls. And thankfully, I've never been stripped by a guy irl. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)TeenFan wrote: Sat Sep 27, 2025 11:52 am Another example that most True Story pantsing or stripping is done boy on boy or girl on girl.
Fictional boys strip boys is such a rarity in the ENM storytelling.
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Well it's insanely late but I finally got around to posting some of my old Webapps stories in the Archives section. Thanks to Robert & Spathic Swordmaiden for the encouragement. I hope you enjoy them but take your time I won't be posting any more for a while.Britguy wrote: Sun Sep 28, 2025 7:00 pmI wrote quite a lot in this genre on the old Webapps board. Did you ever see it? Maybe I'll post some of it in the archives and see if there's any interest.TeenFan wrote: Sat Sep 27, 2025 11:52 am Another example that most True Story pantsing or stripping is done boy on boy or girl on girl.
Fictional boys strip boys is such a rarity in the ENM storytelling.
I’ve posted the first story I ever wrote (Martin’s story) plus another ten of my personal favourites. I’ve tried to pick a variety, some teen, some adult, some force (not violence), some tricks, some ‘mind control’ (more like manipulation) and one homoerotic teen story some of you won’t like, but I do. These are all stories where males pick on males in front of females, usually as a form of bullying.
If there’s any interest I’ll try to post more as and when but it does take time to edit the files. Any requests, let me know by PM. The swear words are censored in these stories because Webapps required it.
In chronological order of when they were written:
Martin’s Story (teens, force)
A non-standard deviation (teens, trick)
Office Politics (adult, trick)
Tennis Exhibition (teens, mind control)
In the Brown and Smelly (teens, force)
The Examination (adult, trick)
Another Fine Mess (teens, force)
The Charlatan (adult, mind control)
A Week of Self-discovery (teens, force/blackmail WARNING: Homoerotic)
Boys Will be Boys (adult, force)
Confessions of a DJ (adult, force)
P.S. I hope it's okay to post this here, it's in reply to Teenfan's point. Just to be clear, these are not true stories.
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