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." (
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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.
"You're quite welcome, Johnny Boy. It was my pleasure," I said once I’d caught my breath. Then I turned to Blondie. "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.
All eyes swung back to Johnny. I raised my brows and waited. "You're welcome... Blondie," he muttered. I wiggled my fingers upward, palm open, indicating he wasn't quite finished. "It was... my pleasure," he said, to another round of delighted laughter.
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 exactly why I chose her to finish things off. This whole humiliation thing comes naturally to me, and I suspect it comes just as easily to Kayla. She’s unpredictable too, sometimes pushing 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 devised for the boys.
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," Blondie 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. She glanced 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. (
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“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.
