Rainy Day Games

[flyingmonk]

The following story and characters are all a work of fiction. No resemblance to real life characters or situations is intended. Mature themes and light sexual situations appear.

The rain was relentless. Flood watches were out and some Telecommunication lines were down. That meant no TV and no internet at home. Thankfully, the electric was still on for the time being.

Eric, age 15, was at home with his older sister, Angela, who was 17. Two of Eric’s buddies, Johnny, age 14, and Timmy, age 15, had come over to find something to get into. They were all dying of boredom.

Eric and Angel’s mother had been stranded by high water herself. She had been able to call just before the phone lines went down. She had put Angela in charge and told them she would be there as soon as she could.

The three boys had gone into Eric’s room, while Angela was in the living room lying on the couch reading a magazine.

Her attention was directed to slamming doors in the kitchen. She rose to see Eric rummaging through them.

“What are you looking for?’

“There was a deck of cards around here somewhere. I saw them somewhere.”

“What do you need cards for?”

“We’re going to play a game with them.”

What kind of game. Maybe I will join you.”

“You can’t. You’re a girl,” Eric huffed as he found the cards and strutted off to his room, shutting and locking the door.

Angela grinned and shook her head and went back to reading her magazine.

A short time later, Angela heard some serious laughing coming from Eric’s room and decided to go check on the boys.

She jiggled the door and it was locked. The laughter inside suddenly stopped.

“Eric, open the door,” Angela yelled.

Eric cracked the door a little and peeped out.

“What are you guys doing in there? I was going to put a pizza in the oven. You guys getting hungry?

“Not right now. Maybe later, Eric replied and went to shut the door. Angela put her foot to block it from shutting.

“Open the door Eric,” Angela barked. As the door opened, Angela opened it wider to see Johnny with his hands tied behind him by a belt. His shirt, shoes and socks were off.

“What are you doing to him?” Angela asked.

“He lost the first game, so he is our prisoner. We were tickling his feet,” Eric replied.

Angela beamed. “Well, bring your prisoner into the living room and play while I fix something to eat.

“We can’t go in there. We aren’t finishing interrogating him yet,” Eric replied.

“What’s the difference where you interrogate him at?” She asked again.

“We were going to strip him,” We can’t do that in front of you.”

“Strip him? You mean naked?” Angela quizzed.

“Well, yea, “Eric replied. Prisoners get stripped naked.

Angela looked at Johnny puzzled. “And you were going to let them strip you?”

“I’m the prisoner. They got me tied up. I can’t stop them.”

“No, I mean if they got you naked, it was alright with you?” Angela asked again.

“Yea. We play strip games all the time,” Johnny said.

“Alright. You can play then, but you must do in the living room where I can see. Let’s say I am the queen. You have brought the prisoner to me,” Angela remarked.

The boys all looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “OK,” Eric remarked.

As the boys marched Johnny into the living room, Eric put the cards on the end table while Angela put the frozen pizza in the oven and returned to the living room.

“Alright now. What has this prisoner done?” Angela spoke, playing along with the boys,

“He has stolen our supplies. We are going to strip him, and tickle torture him until he tells us the location.

“Bring the prisoner to me,” Angela ordered as she sat forward on the couch.

The boys marched Johnny to the front of her, his shirt still off and his feet barefoot.

“Is this true? “Angela asked.

“I’m not saying.”

“Not saying. I am the queen. I demand you tell me.”

“I can’t”

“Strip him!” Angela barked.

The boys wasted no time in pulling his pants and underwear off. Johnny stood naked in the living room as they all looked at him.

Angela put her chin in the palm of her hand and studied Johnny’s frame. He was lean, solid, and not a bad size penis for his age. She noticed it was throbbing a little and semi hard. He seemed to like these stripping games she thought to herself.

“Turn him around!” Angela directed.

She looked at his tight boy butt and grinned. “Eric, you are the task master. It is your job to carry out my punishment. Now whip the prisoner,” Angela spoke proudly. “Use your open hand. We don’t want to abuse him.”

Angela watched in amusement as Eric began slapping Johnny’s bare ass. The boy winched and his body rocked back and forth as his ass cheeks flinched tightly against the strikes of Eric’s hand.

When his ass was a bright red, Angela signaled Eric to stop.

“Now, where have you hidden the supplies.”

“I won’t tell, “Johnny mused, being the good prisoner.

“Lay him on the floor. Spread his arms and legs wide!” Angela ordered.

“Eric, you hold down his arms. Timmy, you hold his legs. Angela picked up a small paintbrush from an art kit nearby and bent down to Johnny’s nude frame. She began running the feathery tip under his arms and down his sides. He pulled and strained against the boys that were holding him down as Angela searched for his sensitive spots.

Moving to his feet, she began tickling his toes. He was laughing like he was in the bedroom, trying to free himself from the ticklish onslaught.

She then took it and began running it directly under his balls. Tracing the ball sack with precise torment. Johnny was trying to kick but could not move his legs. She ran it under the base of his penis, and it immediately began to harden to her amusement.

After fifteen to twenty minutes, Johnny was rock-hard and in a state of near hysteria.

“Stop! I gotta pee!” Johnny pleaded.

“Tell me where you hid the supplies,” Angela replied as she continued to torment him. He was both laughing and pleading. Angela noticed the head of his penis forming a drop of pee as the hardness began to soften.

“Ok. Ok. It’s in the hamper in the other bedroom!” Johnny spat.

“Timmy, go check!” Angela demanded.

Timmy returned with the item they had designated that Johnny hide.

“Take him to pee!” Angela said as she rose to her feet. Eric, you hold his hands behind his back and Timmy you hold his penis and aim at the toilet. We can’t let him escape,” Angela remarked as she upped the ante of the game.

Eric and Timmy marched Johnny into the bathroom and held him while he peed. The fact that neither Eric nor Timmy refused the order told Angela that they had done these kinds of things before in their strip games. She was playing them at their own game. When the stream had stopped, Angela yelled into the bathroom.

“Shake his penis a little so he doesn’t drip on the floor,"

As she figured it would, Johnny’s penis stiffened again as Timmy shook it.

The dinging of the stove signaled that the pizza was done. As she pulled the pizza out of the oven and sat it on the table, Angela peeked around the corner of the kitchen into the bathroom. They were making Johnny jerk off just as she expected they would. A mischievous grin formed on her face.

“Everything ok in there?”

“He’s about done,” Eric yelled back.

Angela told them to wash their hands and come and eat. Johnny could put on his clothes, and they would play another game after they ate if they wanted.

Of Course, they did.

Angela was quite enjoying her role as queen. The night was young and the possibilities endless like the rain that was falling outside.

[TeenFan]

I'm not sure why Angela expected the two boys to force Johnny to jerk off.
How would she know this was part of their normal game play?

[flyingmonk]

She just suspected they would.