Exposed on the Fence

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Exposed on The Fence

(NOTE: This is another story that I've posted before, in the third person. I decided to try telling it in the first person, to see if it read better.)

I tiptoed up the hall, as quietly as I could. I carried my camera in my right hand, ready to use it as soon as I got to my sister’s room. I could see that the door was open, and I could hear female voices giggling inside.

As big sisters go, Amanda was about average. She’d bug me about stuff sometimes, acting like the big know-it-all. Mostly she hung out with two of her friends from eighth grade, Melissa and Linda. In fact, they were in Amanda’s room right now. Amanda had organized a slumber party, and her two friends were staying overnight.

As I crept closer, I could hear the giggling voices:

“Yeah, you think he’s cute!” my sister’s voice chortled.

“Well, he is!’ That deeper voice was Linda’s. “I think he’s the cutest boy in the whole eighth grade!”

“I don’t know,” chimed in Melissa. “What about that Blake What’s-his-Name?”

“Him? Seriously?” Linda blurted out.

Good, thought I. They were so busy talking about boys that they wouldn’t notice me sneaking up on them with my camera. I crept up to the edge of the doorway.

I held up my camera and quickly peered around the doorway. In an instant I hit the shutter button and took the picture. It was perfect! My sister was leaning over, her behind end facing the camera, her butt cheeks peering out from the edge of her shorts. Linda was stretching her tall lanky arms up, with her top riding up, exposing her bare belly. Melissa was sprawled on the bed, legs spread apart.

“What The hell???” Melissa exploded, when she saw me.

“You brat!” yelled Amanda. “Did you just take a picture of us???”

I turned and ran back down the hallway, smirking. Behind me I could hear the three girls chasing after me. I ran to my bedroom, and slammed the door, and locked it. Then I flopped down on my bed, gasping triumphantly. Outside I could hear the three girls:

“It’s my pesky little brother Ricky!”

“Get back here, you little brat!”

“Did he really take our picture?”

“Sure did! And me with my butt sticking up in the air! That’ll look lovely!”

“Yeah, Melissa! And you doing the spreads!”

I saw the doorknob rattle, as someone tried to turn it. Then I heard knocking.

“Open the door, you little brat!”

I just grinned. I knew my sister couldn’t do anything. She and her friends could yell all they want—I’d just lay there on the bed, basking in the satisfaction of having frustrated and embarrassed my big sister.

Eventually The yelling stopped. There was a brief scuffling outside the door, Then quiet. I got up slowly, and looked at the locked door of my bedroom. On the floor was a note that had been slipped under the door. In a handwriting that was not Amanda’s I read:

We r gona get you yet Ricky!!!!!

I didn’t worry. My mom and dad would be back soon from work. It was only 5 o’clock.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next day was Saturday. I had gotten up early, gone down to the kitchen, and gotten myself a bowl of cereal. Now I was up in my room again, dressed in my shorts and a tee shirt. I was laying on my stomach on the bed, looking at the screen on my cell phone. I was playing “Night Monsters,” and I was winning—in fact, I was almost done with Level 2. The music squawked from my phone, as I concentrated on maneuvering my character with my finger.

Suddenly I felt cold fingers gripping my arms. At The same moment, another set of fingers was holding my legs down firmly on the bed.

“We gotcha!” proclaimed a female voice. Two other voices giggled.

I struggled. “Let me go!” I protested. But the hands held my arms and legs down firmly on the bed.

“No way, you little brat!” my sister’s voice came from above him. “We’re gonna punish you!”

“Yeah,” chimed in Linda’s voice. “We’re gonna show you what we do to little brats who take our picture!”

“MOM!” I yelled.

“Forget it!” Amanda’s voice crowed. “Mom and Dad are out shopping. They won’t be back for hours.” She giggled. “We’ve got you, Ricky!”

I struggled again, but the combined strength of my sister and her friends was too much for me.

“Roll him over!” Linda directed.

The hands grabbing my right arm and right leg picked me up and flipped me on my back. I lay facing the ceiling, and could see Amanda and Linda and Melissa leering down at me.

“Take off his shirt!” Linda commanded.

I felt Amanda’s and Melissa’s fingers taking hold of the edge of my shirt, and pulling it up, exposing my belly. Giggling, the girls pulled the shirt up over my head, and down my arms. Melissa tossed it in the corner.

“Hey! Gimme my shirt back!” I yelled.

“Sorry, Ricky,” chortled Amanda. “It’s part of the punishment.

“Lemme go!”

“If he’s going to yell like that, maybe we better do what we said.” Melissa looked at the other girls.

Linda giggled. “Good idea.”

Melissa took a small piece of fabric from her pocket. “My panties, from last night,” she explained, grinning. “They should taste nice and raunchy, after a night in my hamper.” She wadded it up into a ball.

Suddenly Linda pinched me on the side. As I opened my mouth to yell, Melissa jammed the wadded panties into my mouth. Meanwhile, Amanda had produced a four-inch piece of duct tape from somewhere. She taped it firmly over my mouth.

“Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmm Mmmmm Grmmmmmmmph!” I tried to shout, but my mouth was muted by duct tape.

“Roll him back over on his belly,” Linda directed. The hands gripping my arms and legs flipped me over, so I was once again lying on my stomach.

I felt my arms being drawn around my back. I heard a ripping sound, as masking tape was being unrolled from a roll. Then I felt my hands being held together behind my back, and tape being wrapped around my wrists, binding them together. I tried to protest, but could only manage a feeble “Mmmmmmph!”

“Now take off his shorts!” Linda’s voice directed.

I felt girls’ fingers sticking inside the waistband of my shorts. They pulled my shorts off my trunk, and down my legs. I squirmed, trying to clamp my legs together, to prevent my shorts from being pulled all the way down my legs. But the girls were bigger than I was, and they outnumbered me. I felt my shorts tugged down past my ankles, and off my feet. I saw them being flung in the corner, landing on top of my shirt. I was left in nothing but my white briefs.

“Aww! Look at little Ricky, in just his little underpants,” giggled Amanda.

“Tighty-whities,” Linda chortled.

“He’s got a cute little ass,” observed Melissa. I felt her hand gently slapping and rubbing my buttock.

I heard another ripping sound, and felt duct tape being applied around my ankles, binding them together. Then the hands turned me over, and I saw Linda and Melissa and Amanda leering down at me.

Amanda peered at me. “Now we’ve got you, Ricky. Now you’re going to find out what happens to bratty little brothers who sneak up and take pictures of us.” She grinned ominously.

Linda hooked her hands under my left arm, while Amanda took my right arm. Melissa grasped my ankles, and the three girls picked me up off the bed.

“Hey! He’s not all that heavy!” Melissa sounded surprised.

“Well, duh! That’s ‘cause he’s just a little boy,” Linda responded.

I squirmed helplessly in the duct tape bonds, as the three girls carried me out of my bedroom and down the hall.

“Are we going to really do this?” Melissa asked, as they moved to the front door.

“We sure are,” Linda chuckled. “We’re going to take him outside and tie him up to the fence out by the sidewalk.”

I shivered.

“Then everyone that comes by can see little Ricky, all tied up, with nothing on but his little white underpants!” The girls all giggled.

Melissa opened the front door with her free hand. As the girls carried me outside, I could feel the cool morning air breeze over my bare body. I squirmed as I suddenly realized that I was outside, in just my underpants, being carried nearer and nearer to the front sidewalk.

“Pmmmmmph mmmmph mmmmmmmh!” I tried to protest through the tape on my mouth.

The girls giggled. “He thinks we’re gonna put him down!” chortled Linda. “Isn’t that cute?”

“He’s not gonna get off that easy!” Amanda chuckled. “The little brat!”

Melissa opened the front gate. I found myself being carried out onto the sidewalk. Around the yard, adjacent to the sidewalk, was a white picket fence, about waist high. The girls set me up on my feet, against the fence, and turned me facing the street.

“Got that clothesline?” asked Linda.

“Right here.”

I felt the duct tape being ripped off my wrists. I winced. Then I felt my arms being spread back out by my sides. I heard Linda and Amanda giggle as my wrists were tied to the fence pickets. I tried to pull my arms forward, but I couldn’t—they were firmly bound to the fence.

From behind him I heard Linda’s voice, “Now we’ll just tie his legs to the fence, so he can’t get away.”

I felt Linda’s fingers sliding in between my bare thighs. In front of me, Amanda was pulling the duct tape off my ankles.

Linda was sliding another piece of clothesline between my legs. She passed it around the front of my thigh, then pulled it back and tied it around one of the fence slats. Then another piece was passed between my legs and back around to tie my other thigh tightly to the fence.

Linda came around to the sidewalk to join Melissa and Amanda. They surveyed their handiwork.

“Awwww! He looks so cute!” Melissa cooed.

“I bet he feels pretty embarrassed right now!” Amanda chuckled. “That’ll teach him to take pictures of us!”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Melissa stuck Her hand in her jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “I gotta do this.” She held up her phone and aimed it at me. She poked it with her finger. I heard it make a soft “beep.”

“There!” Amanda looked self-satisfied. “You little brat! Now you know what it feels like to have your picture taken when you don’t want to!

I pulled with my arms, but my hands were too tightly bound to the fence. I couldn’t escape.

“Look at him wiggle,” observed Melissa. “He’s so cute when he wiggles.”

Linda reached forward and touched me on my bare belly with her finger. “Poor little Ricky!” She cooed. “He’s gonna have to stand here on display with nothing on but those tiny little underpants!” I felt her finger tickling my navel. She giggled. “Just imagine! All those girls looking at him all bare!”

“Yeah!” chuckled Melissa. “They can do whatever they want to him! And he’ll be helpless!”

Amanda turned to me. “Well, Ricky, we’re going inside. We’re going to leave you out here tied up to the fence, in your little underpants.”

“Don’t go away, now, Ricky!” Linda chortled, with one last flick of her finger over my bare navel.

The three girls turned and walked into the house, giggling.

As their voices disappeared into the house, I suddenly felt panicky. I was out here alone, tied up, helpless, in nothing but my underpants. If someone I knew came along. . .

Almost as if in answer to my thoughts, the sound of girls’ voices could be heard coming up the street. I looked down the sidewalk, then shivered in horror. Kylee Wells and Mindy Harkness were sauntering along the sidewalk in my direction. Kylee and Mindy were in my class at school. In fact, in homeroom They sat two rows away from me. Now they were approaching along the sidewalk, in my direction.

“Ooooh! Look!” squealed Mindy. “That’s Ricky Hunter, from our class!”

“He’s all tied to the fence!” chortled Kylee.

Mindy giggled. “With nothing on but those teeny-weeny little underpants!”

I squirmed. The two girls both giggled. They were right in front of me now, looking up and down at my bare body.

“I never saw him with his clothes off before,” Mindy glanced up and down at my chest and belly. “He is cute, with no clothes on.” She chuckled. “I’m gonna tickle him!”

Mindy licked her finger with a loud slurping sound, then touched her wet fingertip to my nipple. I shivered, as the sensation of her cold finger touched me, making my nerve endings tingle.

Mindy’s finger flicked back and forth across my bare nipple. I shivered again. Mindy giggled. “Look at him wiggle!” She tickled my nipple again. “I think he likes it when I tickle him like this.”

Kylee peered at my chest. “Look! His little nipple is getting all pointy! It’s starting to stick out!”

“That means he likes us touching him,” observed Mindy, grinning. She poked my nipple and wiggled it. I could feel that it had gotten hard, like a little pebble.

Kylee peered right into my face. “Yoo-hoo! Ricky! Do you like it when we tickle you?” I felt her finger touching my navel and starting to tickle me There.

“Nnnnnnnnph!” I protested. “Nnnnnnt nnnnnnnngh mmmmmmght!”

“I guess that means he likes it,” giggled Mindy. She backed off and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a cell phone and held it up. “Hey Ricky!” She cooed. “I hope you won’t be too embarrassed if I take a picture of you in your little underpants!” She giggled again and tapped the phone with her thumb. I could hear a “click” sound.

Kylee chortled, “We’re going to send these pictures to all our friends!”

Mindy snapped another picture. “Then they’ll all get to see you in your little underpants!” She lowered the phone and grinned at me. “Won’t that be nice? All The girls in our class will get to see you almost naked!” She held up the phone again and snapped. “They’ll get to see you with nothing on but your little tiny underpants! You’re gonna be pretty embarrassed!”

“Well, bye-bye, Ricky!” The two girls suddenly turned to leave. Kylee called over her shoulder, “Hope you don’t feel too embarrassed!”

They both giggled again.

A new voice came from the other side of me. “O, my! Ricky! Is that you?”

I turned my head. The newcomer was a short blonde girl with big vacuous eyes. Danni Wescott, from the third grade. Oh, no! Danni had latched onto he at school, and frequently followed me around, like some dumb-struck little girl. My friends all laughed at me and called her my girlfriend, much to my humiliation. Now here she was, in my moment of degradation, staring at my bare body, as though she’d never seen a boy’s body before.

“Ooooooh! Ricky!” Danni cooed. “Look at you!”

I felt the palm of her little hand on my bare chest. She gently caressed my chest, her fingers reaching up to my erect nipple, flicking over it lightly, then down over my bare belly. The top of her little finger slipped down onto my navel, tickling me. Then her hand started up again.

“You’re all bare for me,” She breathed. “Some mean person tied you up out here with nothing on but your little white underpants!” She glanced down at my belly, then at my underpants, then looked back up. “You must be so ashamed! Poor Ricky!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Kylee and Mindy had stopped and were watching Danni, as she rubbed my chest and my belly.

She knelt down next to me, and slipped her hand in between my bare thighs. She slid her hand slowly up and down my thigh, each time getting closer to my crotch.

“I hope you aren’t too embarrassed of me looking at your bare legs, Ricky,” She purred. “I like your legs. They’re so nice and smooth.”
Her hand reached up and her fingers lightly touched I on my belly. “I always wanted to touch your body, Ricky. I hope you aren’t too ashamed of letting me feel you with my hand.”

Kylee and Mindy were giggling.

Danni leaned over to the ground and picked up something. It was a yellow dandelion, plucked from a weed. Danni was clutching the one-and-a-half inches of stem. She looked up at me and smiled brightly.

“Look at this pretty flower, Ricky. I picked it just for you! Isn’t it pretty?”

I stared at the dandelion.

Danni was crumpling the stem into a ball in her little fingers. “I’m going to stick this pretty flower right in your belly button.” She smiled. “Won’t you look cute!”

I squirmed as I felt her little fingers stretching the skin around my navel. I felt the squashed-up stem being pushed into my navel. It itched. From the side I heard Kylee and Mindy snickering madly, watching me as I was being adorned.

“There!” Danni said, self-satisfied. “Don’t you look nice, with your little flower!” She stood up and stepped back, surveying her work.

I looked down at the dandelion dangling stupidly from my navel. I wished that it would fall out, that the girls would all go away, that I could be a million miles away.

I heard a new voice, “Hey! What’s this?”

Two girls, this time several years older than I, were approaching from the right. They spotted me tied to the fence and came up to me. Kylee and Mindy came closer, to watch the fun.

“It’s a little boy! Tied up to the fence in his little gutchies!”

“He’s cute!” The other one chortled.

The taller girl poked at my belly. “Someone stuck a dandelion in his navel! That’s funny!”

“His name is Ricky,” Mindy said helpfully.

The two older girls snickered. “I don’t care what his name is,” sneered the taller one. “I just want to look him over.”

“Look at these little tits,” said the shorter one. She licked her finger, then touched my erect nipple. She rubbed it in a circular motion. “It’s all nice and perky.”

I felt my whole body tingling as the girl’s wet fingertip manipulated my nipple. I tried to talk, “Mmmmmmmph! Nmmmmmmmmph!” I squirmed.

“This is kinda fun,” The shorter girl laughed. “I like touching little boys’ bare nipples and making them get them nice and pointy for me.” She flicked her fingernail across my erect nipple. It stung.

“Hey Ricky! Do you like that?” Mindy giggled. She took out her cell phone and snapped a picture of me being tickled.

I squirmed again. As I moved the dandelion fell out of my navel and dropped to the ground.

“Hey, look!” snickered the shorter girl. “I de-flowered him!”

All the girls burst out laughing. I felt myself burning up with humiliation.

The taller girl came up to I and started rubbing her finger over my belly. “Look at this little boy!” She purred. “He must feel so degraded! All tied up here, helpless, with nothing on but these skimpy little underpants!”

The girls all laughed again.

The tall girl slipped her fingertip down under the edge of the elastic. “These little underpants are so tiny! They just barely cover his little-boy parts!”

“Yeah,” chimed in the short girl. “And they’re so tight! Look at this!” She rubbed her finger over the bulge in my underpants. “You can see the outline of his little penis!” She stroked it up and down several times. The girls burst out laughing again. I shivered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Danni had come back. She’d brought her little friend Cassie Jacobsen with her. I heard Them talking.

“What are they doing to Ricky?”

“They’re tickling him. It’s making him feel ashamed and embarrassed.”

“Look! They’re tickling him on his penis!”

“He must really feel embarrassed now!”

“Watch this!” the taller girl grinned. “I’m gonna LOOK INSIDE HIS UNDERPANTS!”

The girls all hooted “Woo-hoo!” The tall girl stuck her finger down into the elastic and pulled it out. She peered appreciatively inside, at my penis.

“Ooooh! It’s CUTE!” She gloated.

I was shivering up and down now. I’d never let anyone see my penis—not even my mom, since I was about two years old. Now the strange girl was looking at it. In front of all these girls that I knew, she had pulled back my underpants, revealing my penis for her own amusement.

I felt Her finger touching the side of my penis, tickling it as her fingertip moved. I had never felt anyone’s fingers touching my penis before—certainly not some girl that was older than me that I’d never met. I squirmed.

“They!” protested Mindy. “What about us?”

“Yeah,” Kylee chimed in. “We wanna see it too!”

They came closer.

“Okay, then,” The shorter girl grinned. “Then we’ll just PULL DOWN HIS LITTLE UNDERPANTS.”

“Nnnnnnnnph! Pnnnnnh Dmmmmmmmmh!” I protested frantically.

“Look! He’s really squirming now!” Mindy giggled.

“Yeah!” Kylee answered. “I like seeing his little nude body squirming like that!”

I felt the shorter girl’s fingers hook the elastic of my underpants from both sides. Then she slowly pulled down, unveiling my private parts. As my underpants were slipped down onto my thighs, I was horribly conscious of my nudity, and of the gaze of Kylee and Mindy and Danni and Cassie, and the two strange girls, all staring gleefully at my bare penis. A light breeze blowing over my body only accentuated my nakedness.

“Ooooooh!”

“Cute!”

“Look at that!”

The girls’ exclamations made me all the more conscious of how bare and helpless I was. I shivered. I tried to protest, “Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph!” but it was no use.

Kylee pointed at my penis and giggled. “Look at how cute it is!”

From the corner of my eye I saw Amanda and Linda and Melissa coming out through the gate. They looked at me and burst out laughing.

“Ooooh! Look at little Ricky! With his underpants pulled down!”

“Look at his little thing-ee hanging out!” Melissa chortled.

Kylee and Mindy came up close and knelt down, for a close look at my crotch. Cassie and Danni came up close too.

“It’s so cute!” Mindy cooed.

Cassie blew a couple of puffs of air at my crotch. I shuddered as I felt her breath on my penis.

“Let’s tickle it!” Linda giggled.

She knelt down next to me. I could feel her hand reaching behind me and grabbing my thigh, to steady me. At the same time, the tall girl moved right next to me. One arm went behind my back and around my waist. Her other hand landed on my chest, with her finger right below my nipple. I could feel her finger gently stroking my bare nipple, around and around.

“Now, Little Boy,” she cooed into my ear, “I’m just going to hold you while Linda rubs your penis with her fingers.”

“You’re gonna get MILKED, Little Boy,” chuckled the shorter girl.

“I’m going to MAKE YOU SQUIRT for me,” Linda announced, “Right in front of all these girls!”

I felt her finger slip under my penis and lift it, pointing up. Then I felt her taking my penis between her thumb and her forefinger. Slowly she began to rub. I shivered. Never in my life had anyone touched my penis like this—certainly not a girl! I shivered again as Linda’s fingers manipulated my penis.

“Ooooh! Look at his little balls wiggling,” chirped Cassie
.
“I like the little veins in his penis,” Kylee observed, “and the little ridge around the tip.”

“Look at the little hole at the end, where his juice comes out,” Mindy chimed in.

Mindy had her cellphone out. I could see her aiming it at my private parts. She was holding it, and moving it slightly.

“What are you doing?” inquired Cassie.

“I’m taking a video of Ricky getting his penis rubbed,” Mindy explained. “I’m going to send it to Emily and Aimee.” She chuckled. “They’re gonna think it is sooooo funny!”

I saw Mindy move closer with her cellphone. She was inches away from my crotch. I saw her reach out and felt her fingers touching the bottom of my testicles. Her finger began making a circling motion on my testicular skin, tickling me. Linda stopped rubbing my penis, and held it up, letting Mindy play with my testicles.

The tall girl tightened her grip on my waist. Her finger continued playing with my nipple, as she cooed into my ear, “I bet you like your little girl friend playing with your balls.” She giggled. “Just wait ‘til she sends that video around to your friends!”

Mindy had stepped back, and Linda had started massaging my penis again. I felt her fingertip and her thumb slipping back and forth, back and forth. I realized that I was starting to feel a stress in my penis, as though I had to go to the bathroom, but somehow different. I held on—I didn’t want to squirt anything out in front of all these girls.

“Come on, Ricky! Let’s see you squirt!” Linda was stroking my penis a little harder now.

The tall girl crooned into my ear, “Be a good Little Boy for us, now! Squirt your juice out for us!” She tickled my nipple a little harder.

“Come on, Ricky!” exclaimed Mindy. “Show us a nice big squirt!”

“I want every last drop!” Linda’s fingers were massaging my penis even faster now. I felt myself breathing very rapidly. My crotch was aching, and my entire body was tingling.

Suddenly, Linda shifted her fingers slightly. I could feel her little finger reach under my testicles, and tickle them. My body lurched. At that moment, I felt my penis lurch in Linda’s fingers, and felt myself squirt out a huge gob of whatever was inside me. It shot upward and landed on my bare chest.

The girls all cheered and giggled. “Woo-hoo!” “Look at that squirt!” “Nice one, Ricky!” Mindy was grinning broadly from behind her camera as she recorded her video.

I could feel the glob of semen dripping down my belly, and into my navel.

Danni piped up, “You guys are being so mean to poor Ricky!” She came right up to me. “Making him squirt his little penis like that! Right where all the girls can see him! He must be so embarrassed!” I felt her hand touch me on my bare chest, and gently rub my skin.

“Aw! He likes it!” The Tall Girl leered into my ear.

I could feel the sticky stuff starting to dry on my belly. It itched, and I squirmed.

“We better clean him up,” Mindy observed. She produced a pink Kleenex and handed it to Linda.

Linda spat on The Kleenex, then wiped it across my belly. I felt the moistness breaking up the hot itchy stuff. It felt clean.

“Now, Ricky,” Amanda came up to him holding something, “Since you were such a cute little brother and did that nice big squirt for us, we have a reward for you.” She smirked.

In her hand she was holding a small transparent piece of plastic or paper or something. She handed it to Linda.

Linda chortled. “It’s a temporary tattoo,” she said. She held it up so I could see it. It was in the form of two obscene-looking female lips, in a kissing position. She leered at me. “We’re going to put it on you!”

The girls all giggled.

“How about right over his nipple?” Melissa grinned. She reached out and took my left nipple between her fingers and squeezed it. It hurt.

“Good idea,” Linda chuckled. “It’ll look like someone kissed him right above his little nipple!” She started tearing the backing off the paper. “Won’t that look too cute?”

She licked her finger ostentatiously, then rubbed her saliva on my chest, right above my nipple. Then she pressed the paper onto my chest and rubbed it briskly with her finger. Finally, she peeled the paper away, and surveyed her handiwork, grinning. “Cute!”

Mindy pulled out her cellphone and held it up. “I gotta get a picture of this, “She chortled. She pushed a button.

“Wait a minute!” The Tall Girl ordered. “Ever since we milked him, his little dickie-poo has been little and limp. How are people going to find it in the picture, if it’s so small?”

All the girls laughed.

“I think I better do something to show them.” She reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out a huge red laundry marker. “I’ll just put a little note here to show them.”

She knelt down in front of me and started writing on my belly, just below my navel.

“My . . . Penis,” Cassie read out loud, giggling.

The tall girl put one more stroke on my belly, leading down toward my crotch. She stepped back. “There,” she grinned. “I drew an arrow pointing to his penis.” She giggled. “Now he’s ready to have his picture taken.”

Peals of laughter went through the group of girls.

Mindy stepped back and peered into her camera. She grinned with satisfaction. "I got his face and his crotch. Everybody'll be able to see that this is Ricky, showing his little penis!"

I squirmed again.

"Now hold still for me, Ricky!" Mindy pushed the button and took the picture. Again, all the girls burst out laughing. I wished I was dead.

Suddenly, Linda looked off to her left, then burst out, "Here comes Mrs. Harrison! We gotta hide!"

"If she sees what we're doing to Ricky, she'll tell our folks!"

The girls immediately got off the sidewalk, I could hear Linda and Amanda and Melissa duck behind the fence, where the bushes protected them.

Sure enough, along came Mrs. Harrison from down the street. Mrs. Harrison was old, maybe 65. She walked a little slowly. Now she came toward me, squinting at my body through her glasses. She stopped right in front of me, glancing up and down my exposed body.

"Richard Hunter!" She burst out at me. "Shame on you!"

"Mmmmmmmph!" I struggled as I tried to speak through the tape.

Mrs. Harrison looked down at my naked body. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Standing right out here on the sidewalk, just as naked as a flea!"

I could hear giggling coming from Linda and Amanda and Melissa, from behind the bush.

Mrs. Harrison poked her bony finger into my chest. Her fingernail dug into my exposed nipple. I lurched.

"Just look at you!" Mrs. Harrison went on, "standing here with your private parts hanging out on display for the whole neighborhood to see!" Her finger ran down my chest, toward my stomach. I shivered.

"Standing here exhibiting your filthy little penis to everyone on the street!"

She reached down and flicked my penis with her bony finger. Then she grabbed it and squeezed it several times.

"You're a dirty boy, Richard. A dirty, dirty little boy!" With each "dirty" she tugged on my penis. She finally let it flop back. It was sticking out like a flagpole.

She turned abruptly and strutted away. Behind the fence I could hear the girls tittering.

I tried to yell at them, but heard only “Mmmmmmph!” come out.

Linda’s voice came from the bushes, “We should just stay back here and see who else comes! This is funny!”

“Naw!” Amanda’s voice. “We should get back out there and have more fun with him.”

The girls came out from behind the shrubs and stood around me.

“What a dirty, dirty little boy!” Melissa mimicked Mrs. Harrison. They all giggled.

“I think,” Linda mused, grinning, “that we should take more pictures of this dirty, dirty little naked boy, don’t you?” They giggled again.

Amanda looked around. “Do we have the camera?”

“I got it!” Mindy held up her camera.

Linda giggled. “We’re going to take pictures of you all naked, and send them to all your friends,” She chortled. “Won’t you be embarrassed!” They all giggled again.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mindy held up her hand. She reached down to the ground and picked up the dandelion. “We need to stick my pretty flower back in his little belly button!”

“Yeah!” The girls all grinned at me. Kylee knelt down in front of me and her fingers stretched my navel open. Mindy stuck the wadded-up stem of the dandelion back into my navel. Once again it dangled stupidly from my belly.

“Good!” Kylee squealed. She took her camera and aimed it at my midsection and snapped. Then she backed up and aimed again. “I want a couple of his face and his penis, so everyone knows who he is.” She snapped again. “So everyone in his class will know that that cute little penis belongs to Ricky!”

The girls all laughed.

As Kylee took her pictures, I stood there helpless, wishing I was dead. All I could think was of how degraded I felt, as the girls giggled and watched Kylee snapping picture after picture of my crotch. At one point Mindy reached in and picked up the end of my penis between her fingers, and Kylee laughed and took several pictures of my testicles.

“They’re all bumpy!” She giggled, maneuvering her camera.

I started thinking about how Kylee was going to share these pictures. the other girls in my class would all see me in this humiliating pose, that lettering on my stomach, that arrow pointing to my penis, that stupid dandelion sticking out of my navel, and worst of all, my private parts on display for all to see. They would giggle and make fun of me for weeks. They’d tease me and probably poke at me, and maybe pull my pants down to look at my penis themselves.

“Kylee! We gotta stop!” Amanda suddenly blurted out, staring at her phone.

“Huh?”

“We gotta stop! Mom and Dad are on their way home!”

“Omigod!”

Linda quickly put her hands around my back and began tugging on the rope that held me to the fence. Kylee took one more picture, then stooped down in front of me and started loosening the clothesline around my legs.

“I thought you said they’d be out all morning.”

“That’s what I thought. But Mom just texted me that she’s gonna be Here in about ten minutes!”

"Untie him, quick!"

“We gotta get him back inside!” Amanda was grabbing at my ankles, picking me up. “Take his arms!”

Melissa and Linda each took one of my arms and held them tightly. I could feel myself being picked up and carried up the sidewalk, back toward the front door of the house.

“Bye-bye, Ricky!” I heard Danni calling.

“We like your body, Ricky!” That was Mindy.

“We hope you’ll show us your body again sometime!” Kylee’s voice called out.

I was carried inside the house. Behind me, I could still hear the girls giggling.

Melissa and Linda and Amanda lugged me up the stairs and up to my room. They tossed me on my bed. I lay there looking up at them. I saw Amanda grinning at me evilly.

“Okay, so remember,” she admonished, “no telling Mom or Dad about his, or you’ll be sorry.”

“And no more dirty tricks on us, like you did yesterday, with the camera,” Melissa warned, her finger jabbing at my belly. “If you do, you’ll really pay for it next time!”

The three girls laughed. Then they turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone on my bed.

[NudeBaG]

It definitely read better!
Great job!

[NickTwisp]

Definitely remember this story...classic little brother humiliation at the big sister's slumber party.

[NudeBaG]

As much as I love the long, on going stories with the anticipation of a new chapter drop, it’s nice to get a full story all at once.

[Robert Brooks]

Fantastic story! Loved it

[NudeBaG]

Reading this again from start to finish without any interruptions is quite the experience.
NGL.
This is one I use to masturbate to.
It’s perfect.