Window Peeper

[Datom]

Window Peeper

“There’s nothin’ to do!”

That was my friend Denny Goodwin talking. He and his twin brother Danny and I were hanging out. It was a Saturday morning, about 10:00, and we were bored.

“Wanna see if we can get ahold of a twelve-pack?” Dan asked. He knew that wasn’t likely, since we were only 14, although, if we were clever . . .

“Naw,” I said. “We’d probably get busted, like last time.”

“I wish there were some chicks around,” Denny complained. He did have a good point. The girls at the high school tended to avoid Denny and Danny, since they seemed to act like animals. They were constantly making rude comments to the girls, sometimes bordering on sexual harassment. As a result, word got around the female population of Maplewood High school to avoid the twins like the plague.

Danny sat up. “I know! Let’s go over to Southern University and check out the girls’ dorms. Or one of the sorority houses”

“What do you mean, check them out?” I asked. “The college girls won’t have anything to do with us. They’ll think we’re just high-school punks.”

“I think it’s a good idea,” Denny jumped in. “We can at least look them over. Get a look at them.”

“Then, if opportunity knocks . . .” Danny continued.

“Yeah! That’d be fun! Let’s do it!”

I hesitated. “Well, I’m not with you. I don’t like this.”

“Oh, come on, Josh! Don’t be a party-pooper! Come on with us!”

I tagged along with them. I should have known better.
. . . . . . .

The three of us walked down Southern Boulevard. As we got within three blocks of the University campus, we could see the neighborhood change. The houses were older, and were obviously divided up into apartments for students. Finally we came to one marked “Gamma Nu Tau,” which we knew was a girls’ sorority house. The twins stopped and looked at it, nodding.

“Okay,” I said. “So what are we going to do now? Go up and knock on the front door and ask to be let in to see all the girls?”

“No, you dork!” Danny jabbed me with his elbow. “We’re going to start by getting a look at them through the window.”

Danny started to go around the side of the house, hunched down, motioning me and Danny to follow. We snuck around the side and all the way to the back of the building.

The backyard somehow felt safer. There was a solid wooden fence around the yard, so that neighbors couldn’t see us if we stayed crouched down and kept reasonably quiet. On one side of the yard, a one-car garage stood, with a door on the side.

Danny led us behind the house and over to a window, and pulled himself up on the windowsill, and peeked inside. He quickly ducked down.

“It’s the kitchen,” he whispered to us. “Someone just came in.”

He let himself down, then moved farther along the back. He pulled himself up to another window. This time he stopped. We could see that a window shade was pulled down over the window. But Danny was peeking steadily under the window shade, near the sill. He looked for a minute, then came down.

“It’s a bathroom,” he explained. “They didn’t pull the shade down all the way, and you can just see under it.”

“Let me have a look,” Denny said.

He hoisted himself up and peered into the room. In a minute he let himself down.

“Your turn, Josh,” he looked at me. “Go ahead and have a peek.”

As I grabbed the window ledge with my hands, I could hear a female voice inside, saying, “Well, I have to take a shower if I’m gonna meet Emily and those girls downtown.” Then a light went on in the bathroom. I pulled myself up slowly. There was just enough gap between the bottom of the shade and the window ledge that I could see inside without being seen. One of the college girls had come in, and she had just pulled off her tee shirt. Then she reached down and unsnapped her jeans, unzipped them, and slid them off. She stood in the middle of the bathroom in just her bra and panties. I was just about salivating.

“What do you see?” whispered Denny, from down on the ground.

I turned my head and went “Ssssshhhh!!” Then I looked back up.

The girl seemed to be totally unaware that she was being looked at. She turned around, reached behind her, and started to fumble with the strap on her bra. My eyes were glued to the sight. Her bra slipped off, revealing her breasts. Then she reached down with both hands and grasped the sides of her panties, ready to pull them off. I didn’t so much as blink—I was so entranced with what I was about to see that I had forgotten about everything—Denny, Danny, the backyard—everything but this girl, whom I didn’t even know, who didn’t realize that she was putting on a strip-show just for me.

Suddenly, I felt hands gripping my ankles. I heard a female voice yelp “Gotcha!”

I turned around and there were two girls, holding my ankles. The girls were both tall and athletic, dressed in tights and sweatshirts. One had short dark hair, the other had blond hair, in a ponytail.

“Hey! Let go of me!” I yelled.

I looked around for help. Denny and Danny were nowhere in sight. Evidently, they’d escaped and deserted me. Two more girls came out of the house. They were all chattering loudly to each other.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“We caught a peeping-tom!”

“A window peeper?”

“Yeah. He was looking in the bathroom window!”

“Omigosh! And Lindsay was about to take a shower!”

Meanwhile I was kicking with all my might. But the two girls were strong—they had a tight grip on my ankles.

“Okay, Kid! We’re gonna let you down,” one of them said to me. “But we’re not through with you!”

I felt two more hands on my waist. The hands gripping my ankles let me down until my feet touched the ground. Then I felt two more hands gripping me from behind, on my upper arms.

“Let me go!” I yelped.

By now, there were maybe a dozen girls in the backyard looking at me. The girl with the ponytail peered at my face. “What were you doing up there, Kid?”

“Uh, uh, I was . . .,”

“What’s your name, Kid?”

“Uh, J-j-josh,” I stuttered.

“Okay, Ju-ju-josh,” she mimicked. “You were looking in the bathroom window. Hoping for a striptease performance from one of us, eh?”

I nodded weakly. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again,” I said in my humblest voice. “Can I go now?”

The girls all laughed. “He’s sorry!” cackled one of them.

“Right!” chuckled another one. “He says he’ll ‘never do it again!’”

“Never ever!” laughed a third girl.

“Well,” said Ponytail Girl. “We’re not quite done with you yet.”

“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged.

“The cops! We’re not calling the police! Heck, no!” Ponytail Girl laughed. “You should be so lucky!”

“We have our own way of punishing window-peepers, don’t we, Tami?” said the short-haired girl.

“You’re gonna like it,” another girl called out. They all laughed.

They led me over to the garage, and through the side door. As one of them flipped the light switch, I could see that the inside of the garage was relatively bare. It was paved, but there were several beams of wood lying on the floor. There were tools hung up on a pegboard on one of the side walls.

“Come on,” the girl called Tami pushed me inside.

I’m in pretty good physical shape, but I was no match for the half-dozen girls that prodded me into the center of the garage. I found myself standing straddling one of the wooden beams on the floor. The girls pulled me down on my knees.

Two of the girls grabbed my wrists and held them up over my head, together. Another girl leaned over and grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. The other two slid it up my arms and took it off, leaving me shirtless.

A couple of the girls whistled. Then they all laughed at me.

“Lay down!” Tami commanded me.

“Hey! What are you gonna do to me?” I wailed.

“You’ll see,” Tami answered. She turned to another girl. “He’ll love this, won’t he, Mandy?”

Mandy giggled. “He sure will!”

The girls pushed me down on the floor, on my back. They now had me laying right on top of the long beam. They took my arms and spread them from side to side. Then Mandi went to the pegboard and took down two pieces of leather with metal clasps on them. She handed it to Tami and Lindsay, who began strapping them around my wrists. Then they clasped the clasps onto hooks on another piece of wooden beam, leaving me strapped to the beam.

Another girl was holding me down on the long beam, sitting on my stomach. I felt my shoes and socks being removed. Then the girl got up, and I saw that another pair of girls were unsnapping my jeans and pulling them down. They pulled them off my legs and off my feet.

“Let me go! Please?” I begged.

A round of laughter. Then the two girls wound another pair of straps around my ankles, and clasped them to the two sides of the long beam. Then they stepped back.

“I like those little undies!” one of them giggled. I was wearing light blue briefs that day. They were tight, and I realized that the bulge from my penis was going to be visible.

A girl grinned at me. I recognized her as the girl I’d seen in the bathroom. She had put on a long, oversized tee shirt that came down to her thighs.

“He wanted to see me in just my undies," she laughed. "Now we get to see him in his undies.”

“Hey, Lindsay, now you get to look at his body!” Mandi laughed.

“Those little undies look so cute on him!” Lindsay giggled. Several of the girls chuckled.

So, there I was, in nothing but my underpants, fastened to these two beams laying on the floor. The girls stood around me, giggling and pointing at my bare body.

Then Lindsay took a chain that had been dangling from the ceiling, and hooked it to one end of the beam, near my hand. She secured another chain from the ceiling to the other end of the beam, near my other hand.

“Ready?” Mandy called. She was standing near the door, near a switchbox on the wall.

“Any time now,” Lindsay replied.

Mandy pressed a switch on the switchbox. An electric motor in the ceiling rafters began to rumble. The chains started lifting in the ceiling, lifting the beam with them, with my arms attached. The long beam on which I had been laying began slowly to rise slowly, with me on it, getting ready to stand on its end.

Then I realized what this “punishment” was! This was a CROSS! These girls were actually CRUCIFYING me!

As the long beam became vertical, one of the girls gently guided it into place. I looked down. In the floor, in the concrete, there was a small square hole. Now they guided the lower end of the beam into the hole, so that it was sunk into the floor. As the upright thunked into the hole, I felt my body jar up and down. I gasped.

All the girls cheered. Then several of them moved forward to look at me close-up. I was on display, just high enough so that their faces were at the level of my chest—just high enough to be on display, but low enough that they could reach me. They were all looking at me, checking me out.

“He’s got a nice body!”

Lindsay started sliding her hand up my side, along my hips and onto my bare stomach.

“He’s not real muscular.”

“I like his body. It’s nice and sleek.

“Slender.”

I realized that, hanging down from my arms, I was having trouble breathing. So I pushed my feet against the side of the cross, as much as I could, against the leather restraints. I was able to lift myself up, but only long enough to take a few breaths. Then my legs ached and I had to hang down from my arms again. This made it hard to breathe again, so I had to push myself up again. I moved up and down, up and down, trying to find a balance. But there was none.

Also, the hole in the concrete was just very slightly larger than the beam. So whenever I moved, I could feel the cross rocking back and forth slightly in the hole. It wasn’t much—just enough to make me feel even a little more helpless.

“Look at him squirm!” Laughter.

“He looks so cute when he squirms!” More laughter.

“I wonder where he’s from?”

Tami was holding up my jeans, looking through the pockets. She pulled out my wallet and opened it.

“Hey!” I gasped. “Leave my wallet—alone!”

“Hey! Look at this!” She was holding one of the cards from my wallet.

Several of the other girls crowded around her. She read, “Joshua Ingle, Maplewood High School”

The girls all looked surprised. “You mean this kid is from HIGH SCHOOL?”

“That’s right,” Tami grinned. “According to this he’s a tenth-grader at Maplewood High.” She came over to where I was hanging and slipped her hand up the inside of my thigh. “So you came over here to play with the big girls, eh?”

She slid her hand up and down the inside of my thigh. “So—you want to come and see the college girls, eh? Well, here we are!”

Another girl had come up behind the cross and was petting my back. I could feel her hand sliding down over the back of my underpants. “He’s got a nice ass!” A pair of fingers pinched my butt cheek. I jumped. The girls all laughed at me.

“Woo-hoo! Look at him squirm!”

“Hey, Rachel! Come and look at him close up!”

A tall slim girl with red hair and glasses came up to me. She was wearing a long tank-top, oversize, that came down to her thighs. I guess she had shorts on underneath. She put her hand on my chest and started rubbing me. Her fingers slid down to my stomach.

“He has a nice firm belly.” Her fingers were petting my stomach, around and around. “And look at this nice little belly button!” Her fingertip touched my bellybutton and started tickling it. It made me wiggle.

“Hey, Rachel! I think he likes when you play with his belly button.”

“It makes him wiggle.” She tickled my bellybutton again. I squirmed, and the cross rocked. The girls all laughed at me.

Another girl, with short hair and a round face, was holding a can of soda. She transferred the can to her left hand, and reached out with her right forefinger and touched me on my nipple. Her finger was cold from the soda can, and I shivered. The girl chuckled, and tickled my nipple.

“He’s getting perky nipples.” She chuckled. She pinched my nipple, and I lurched. She laughed.

“He has cute little nipples,” Mandy observed. “Pinch him again, Beth.”

The round-faced girl Beth giggled, as her fingers pinched my nipple several times. “I want to get his nipples nice and perky,” she grinned. “I like little boys to have perky nipples for me.

Another girl, in a pink top and a ponytail, came up to me. She slid her finger in between my legs, and ran her fingertip up to my crotch. I could feel her fingertip sliding up the front of my underpants. She chuckled, “I feel something else that’s getting perky.”

“Cut it out!” I gasped. But her finger was gently pressing against the bulge that was rising inside my underpants. As she pressed, I shuddered, and the cross rocked back and forth several times in its hole. I felt the pressure of her fingertip rubbing me up and down. “Don’t do that!”

She laughed. “Oh, I think you like it,” she giggled.

Lindsay came up to the cross and stood right in front of me. “Hmmm,” she pondered. “It’s getting bigger.” She wrapped her hand around my thigh. “I want to see it.”

Mandi went to the wall of the garage. I realized that there was a large piece of pegboard on the wall. Hanging from it were what looked like an odd collection of things—there was a whip, coiled up, a foot-long rod with a push-button at one end, and several spray bottles, among other things.

Mandi reached up and selected a pair of scissors. She came back and handed them to Lindsay.

“He was spying on you, Lindsay. So you get to do the honors.”

Lindsay grinned. She held up the scissors in front of my face and chuckled as she snipped the air with them, looking at me.

I stared at those scissors in disbelief. “No!” I pleaded. “Please don’t!”

Linsday leaned over and slid one of the blades along my leg and up inside my underpants.

“SNIP! go the scissors,” she chuckled. The scissors cut right through the fabric of my underpants. Lindsay giggled and slipped the scissors into the remaining leg hole. “And OFF come the underpants!” She giggled and snipped again.

I felt my underpants falling off of me. Lindsay pulled them out from between my legs and held them up, grinning. “I’m going to keep these as a souvenir.” The girls all laughed. They were staring at my naked crotch.

And there I was, hanging, naked, on that cross, totally degraded and humiliated, with those girls all looking at me and laughing. Studying every detail of my nude body. Grinning hungrily at my crotch. A couple of them reaching for their cellphones.

Beth stepped forward. She reached out her arm and cupped her hand under my bare penis. She gave it a playful squeeze, then started rubbing the underside with her fingers.

“Oh, my!” she purred. “Look at this penis!”

“It’s nice and big. And the end is so perky and pink!” the ponytailed girl said. She was now putting her hand on the lower part of my belly, apparently waiting her turn to fondle my penis.

I felt a hand slide down my back and grab my butt. Two fingers pinched the skin on my bare butt cheek. I lurched. The girls all laughed.

Rachel stepped up. She tickled the upper side of my penis with her finger. “My goodness!” she purred. “What a big penis for such a little boy!” She giggled.

“He’s got a cute little ass,” remarked a girl behind me. She pinched my butt cheek again, and once more I lurched.

I saw Lindsay reach down and pull her cellphone out of her pocket. She held it up in front of me. I realized that she was taking a picture of my naked body.

“No!” I yelled.

Lindsay just laughed. Then I heard a soft “beep” from her phone, and knew I’d been photographed in the nude.

“Just one more,” Lindsay smirked. And I heard the soft “beep” again.

Beth had pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, and was aiming it at me now. “I gotta get some pics of that cute penis,” she chuckled. She reached under and tickled the bottom of my penis with the finger of her free hand. “Cuchi-cuchi-coo!” she giggled. “I wanna see a nice perky penis, Little Boy!”

The camera on Beth’s phone made a “click” sound, as she took a close-up of my penis. Then she lifted my penis with her finger and took a picture of my testicles. She giggled. I squirmed, and as the girls all laughed, I could feel the cross rocking back and forth in its hole.

Lindsay backed up. “I want a picture of his penis and his face in it,” she announced. "We can send it to his friends at his school if he misbehaves anymore.” “Beep” went her camera.

The ponytailed girl asked, “How do we know who the girls in his class are?”

“Easy,” Lindsay chuckled. " I’ll ask my niece. You know, Linda. She’s at Maplewood High, and she knows everyone there. In fact,” Lindsay’s eyes took on an evil glint, “She’d probably want to send them out herself, if we ever had to go public.” She reached out her finger and started tracing it up and down the upper side of my penis.

“Is Linda the one who keeps borrowing all our stuff?” Another girl asked.

“Yes,” Lindsay admitted, “But she always brings it back.”

“Did she bring back the magic wand?” Tami asked.

“I think so.” Lindsay went over to the pegboard on the wall and took down something that looked like a stick. It was pink, and had a button on one end, and a metal tip on the other.

Lindsay pushed the button. There was a “crackling” sound, and a little white spark appeared at the tip of the stick. “It works fine.”

She handed it to Mandy. Mandy walked up by me and touched my bare bellybutton with the end of the stick, and pushed the button. Immediately the white spark appeared, and the crackling sound could be heard. I felt a sharp sting on my bellybutton. I lurched, and the cross wiggled in its hole again. The girls laughed.

“Hey! That hurts!” I cried out.

“I made him squirm,” Mandy crowed. She patted my bare belly with her free hand.

“We like when he squirms,” spoke up a girl at the back of the room. “Do it again!”

Mandy touched my butt cheek with the wand. As she pushed the button, I heard the “snap” and felt the sting of the spark on my butt. I lurched again. Another round of laughter.

I was stung again, several times, on my butt cheeks and on my nipples. I yelled “Noooo!” but each time the girls would laugh and Mandy would sting me anyway. Each time I was stung I jumped, making the cross rock in its hole. That made the girls laugh at me even more.

As I was being stung, I looked over to one side. The tall girl, Rachel, had her cellphone out, and aimed at me. She was slowly moving it up and down. I realized she was making a video of my humiliation.

“This is so FUN!” Beth cackled.

Lindsay laughed. “It’s funny watching his body wiggle.”

Mandy nodded, grinning,” I like watching this little penis bouncing up and down when he squirms.” She touched the wand to my butt cheek, and “snapped” me again, and I lurched. The girls laughed again.

“Cut it out!” I yelled. “Please stop it!”

Then Mandy got right up in front of me and grinned at me.

“Little Boy,” she said, “This is a magic wand. When I touch it to you, you will do as I tell you. It teaches you to obey me and be a good Little Boy.” She touched the wand to my nipple. “Right now, you have to stop talking. Any time you talk, or make a sound, you’ll be zapped by the magic wand.” She laughed.

Another girl came into the garage just then. She was a little shorter than most of the girls, and had dark brown hair that went down her back. She was wearing a pink camisole, and jean shorts.

“Hey, whatcha doin’?” she asked.

“We caught a window-peeper,” grinned Mandy. “We’re punishing him.”

“Come and check him out.” Beth invited.

The brown-haired girl came up to the cross. She put her hand on my chest and started caressing me, right across my nipples. “Hmph! He’s cute!” she admitted. She rubbed her finger across my nipples a couple times. Her face was just about level with my stomach. She inhaled, then blew on my bellybutton a couple times. I wiggled. Then she looked down and blew on my penis. I squirmed, and the cross rocked again. The girls laughed.

The dark-haired girl stepped back. “Hey, it’s getting bigger.”

“It is!” Beth chirped. She took my penis in her fingers. “It’s getting harder too.” She gave my penis a playful squeeze.

It was true. All the touching and petting and fondling and squeezing was starting to stimulate me a lot. I was getting embarrassingly hard down there.

Beth gave my penis an affectionate tug. I squirmed.

“Don’t do that!” I yelled.

Suddenly, the wand was right on my left nipple. I heard the “snap!” and felt the sting of the wand on my nipple.

Mandy laughed. “I told him. I told him no talking.” She shook her head. “He just has to learn.” The girls all laughed at me.

The brown-haired girl came over to me. She put her hand on my side and started sliding it back and forth.

“Where’s he from? One of the dorms?”

“No,” Beth said. “Get this—he’s from Maplewood High School.”

“High School?” The brown-haired girl looked incredulous. She looked me up and down. She looked at my chest, then my belly, and finally my penis. “He doesn’t look like a high school kid.”

“I know. But he has a high school ID in his wallet. It says Maplewood High School on it, and it’s dated this year.”

The brown-haired girl was petting my belly with her hand. “But look at this nice firm belly. And look down here,” she slipped her hand down to right above my penis, “He’s got all this pubic hair! That’s quite a little bush for a high school kid!” She ran the tip of her index finger through my crotch hairs. It tickled, and I shivered.

“And he’s certainly big enough to maybe be a college kid,” the brown-haired girl went on, tracing her fingertip up and down my penis.

“It’s bigger than your boyfriend’s penis,” Beth said.

“How do you know how big Rick’s penis is?” The brown-haired girl turned abruptly toward Beth, her face angry.

“I know,” Beth grinned. “I used to date Rick, remember?” She looked at the brown-haired girl. “Daria, take it easy! I didn’t mean anything by it!”

Daria, the brown-haired girl, backed down. “Well,” she said, almost under her breath, “quit talking about my boyfriend like that.” She turned back to me, still holding my penis in her hand. With her other hand, she rubbed her index finger through my pubic hair. “He certainly has more hair here than Rick.” I could feel her finger playing with my hairs. “This is a pretty big bush for a high school kid.”

“Do you think he’s been punished enough?” Tami asked.

“Let me see . . .” Lindsay pretended to think very hard for a moment, then grinned. “Nawwwww!”

“Let’s see if we can make him even bigger!” Mandy smiled evilly.

“He looks like he’s big already,” Daria observed. “Look. You can already see this little muscle under his penis.” She held up my penis and traced the underside of it with her finger. “See? This little muscle is already starting to stick out.”

Lindsay chuckled. “We can’t do any harm trying to get it bigger,” she said.

“No! Please!” I begged. “Please let me go!”

“Snap!” the wand came down on my belly and stung me. The girls all laughed.

Mandy shook her head. “That’s how we teach him to do as he’s told.”

Lindsay went over to the pegboard on the wall. I was starting to really hate that pegboard. Every time someone got something off that pegboard it was some new kind of torture for me.

Lindsay reached up and took a red rubber thing, about two inches tall. It had a ring on one end of it, with a hole just under an inch in diameter. She also picked up a little plastic black thing, about two inches wide. It appeared to have a couple push-buttons on it.

Lindsay brought the whole business over to where I was hanging naked on the cross. Reaching down to my crotch, she slipped the ring of the red thing around my penis. It fit tightly. She pulled it open with her fingers, and slid it up about two-thirds of the way up my penis.

Then she grinned at Daria.

“It’s a remote-control vibrator,” she explained, with a grin. “You push the button, and it vibrates.” She pushed one of the buttons on the little black box and held it. As she did, I could feel a rapid vibration of the device, right in my crotch. I squirmed, which produced another round of laughter.

“What does this other button do?” Daria asked.

“That’s the speed and intensity control,” Lindsay explained. She clicked the other button a couple times, and pushed the first button again. Now the thing on my penis started vibrating violently, causing my penis to flip up, and my entire body to vibrate intensely.

That brought the house down. Beth and Lindsay were laughing, trying to catch their breath. Tami and Mandy were gasping for breath. Daria’s shoulders were shaking in mirth.

“See what I can do to the Little Boy?” Lindsay gasped, between peals of laughter. “I can push the button, and make him wiggle his penis for me!” She shrieked with laughter again.

I felt completely degraded and mortified. I was hanging on a cross, naked as a rat, in front of all these college girls, who were looking at my body. They were mostly playing with my penis, vibrating me with that accursed vibrator! They were passing the remote control around, taking turns making my penis flip up and vibrate—violently-- by remote control!

They had different styles. For instance, Lindsay would mash the button down and hold it down for five or six seconds at a time, which made my penis point upward and shudder, making me gasp for breath. Beth, on the other hand, pushed the button down and up, down and up, in short bursts, making my penis flip up and down, up and down, and causing my belly to thrust forward each time. When I did this, I would grunt each time, which made the girls laugh at me. Tami had an interesting pattern. She would hold the button down for about four seconds, making my penis wiggle for the whole time, then she would do a few short bursts, which made my penis flop up and down. The girls would crack up laughing.

And I just had to hang up there on that cross, in the nude, in front of all of them, and endure it!

Then, they stopped. Beth stepped up and very deliberately pulled the vibrator off my penis. As she walked it over to the pegboard and hung it up, Mandy and Tami stepped to the two sides of the cross. Meanwhile, Lindsay and Beth pulled out a couple of heavy wooden stands from the side of the garage, and set them up on the floor in front of me.

Then I noticed that Rachel was standing by the door, next to the switchbox. As I looked, she grinned at me. Then she flipped the switch.

Immediately, the motor overhead began pulling up the chains on the cross. I could feel myself being lifted up about a foot and a half, as the cross was hoisted out of the square hole in the floor. I felt myself swinging back and forth slightly for a few minutes.

Then I felt Tami and Mandy guiding the cross forward. Other girls came forward to help them. Rachel clicked another switch, and the machinery began lengthening the chain. The cross began to lower itself. Mandy and Tami guided the bottom of the cross forward as it came down. The other girls helped. The cross was brought to a horizontal position, and was now laying on top of the two sawhorses, about three feet off the ground. I was laying face-up on top of the upright, arms still tied to the crossbeam. The girls were standing around me.

Lindsay was standing next to me, her finger on my nipple. “We’re not done with you, Little Boy,” she cooed at me, grinning. “We’re gonna have more fun with you yet!”

“Who gets him?” Beth asked, grinning. She took my erect penis in her fingers and squeezed it playfully.

“Lindsay,” Mandy said, “you get first shot at him. After all, it was you he was spying on.”

I was squirming like a worm, wiggling back and forth laying on that cross. My swollen penis was throbbing in Beth’s hand. Daria was petting the inside of my bare thigh with her fingers.

“So, he’s mine, eh?” Lindsay was tracing her finger around on my bare chest. Her fingertip was playing across my nipple. I shuddered. She shrugged. “Okay.”

Lindsay had been wearing an oversized tee shirt, that came down to mid-thigh. I assumed that she had shorts on underneath. But now, standing next to me, she reached under her shirt and pulled down a pair of panties. The dangled them in front of me, then swished them back and forth on my face.

She leered at me. “So, the Little Boy wants to come and play with the Big Girls, huh?’

She flipped her panties around her wrist. Then she extended her leg over my face, and climbed up over me. I suddenly found my face in part-darkness, under her tee shirt. I realized that Lindsay's vaginal lips were about an inch away from my mouth.

I heard her say, “I’m gonna give him a little sample of what a college girl tastes like!”

She let herself directly down on my face. She gripped my head in between her bare thighs. I felt her warm vaginal lips right on my mouth. Then she started grinding her crotch around on my face, around and around. “Woo-hoo! This is fun!”

I heard all the other girls laughing and cheering her on. “Go, Lindsay!” “Grind him down!” “Give him a big taste!” I felt Lindsay’s labia getting warmer and very damp. I could smell her crotch—it smelled dank and salty, all at once—as she pushed herself down harder and harder on my mouth and nose.

Then suddenly I felt something warm and sticky ooze out, onto my face. I heard Lindsay, suddenly breathing harder. I heard her say, “Yeah! Oh, yeah!” in an odd tone of voice. The other girls had stopped, and were just waiting.

Then Lindsay stopped. She pulled herself back a way, but was still sitting on my chest. Now I was out from under her shirt, looking straight up at her.

She still had her panties on her wrist. Now she took them in her left hand. She reached her right arm behind herself and poked me sharply.

“Aaaow!” I opened my mouth to yelp. Immediately, Lindsay stuffed her panties into my open mouth. Before I knew it, there was Mandy, putting a piece of tape over my mouth.

“Mmmmmph! Gmmmmphg!” I tried to yell through the gag, but all I got was a taste of Lindsay’s panties, sweaty and salty.

Lindsay rubbed my cheek with her finger. “It’s okay, Little Boy. We’re having lots of fun with you!”

Rachel came up alongside Lindsay. She leaned over and whispered into Lindsay’s ear. Lindsay grinned and giggled.

“Guess what, Little Boy?” she said, stroking my cheek and leering at me. “Rachel is going to fuck you.” She giggled. “Isn’t that nice?”

I looked at Rachel. She was already leaning over, slipping her hands under her tank top. She pulled a pair of panties down her legs. She came over and stood next to me, by my waist. Then she flung one leg over me and straddled me. I couldn’t see her crotch, with Lindsay in front of her, but I could feel her labia touching my penis.

Lindsay was still sitting on my chest. She grinned at me. “I’m going to hold you down,” she said, “while you’re being fucked.”

I felt Rachel’s fingers taking ahold of my throbbing swollen penis. I felt her steer my penis up past her labia and inside her vagina. Then she boosted herself up slightly, and then sat down hard on me, pushing my penis deep inside her. I felt her squeeze me, then raise up, pull partway off me, then come down again, even harder, then up and down again, and again, and again.

I heard the other girls watching and cheering. “Go, Rachel!” “Ride ‘im, Cowgirl!” Fuck ‘im good!” as Rachel bounced up and down on me. Up and down, up and down, until my hips were starting to ache.

I looked to one side. I saw Tami with her cellphone out, moving it back and forth. Sometimes it was aimed at my crotch, sometimes as far up as my face. She was making a video of me being raped, panning my body. She saw me looking at her and grinned.

I couldn’t take it anymore! Suddenly I let loose a huge load of my semen, right into Rachel. I heard her making “Ah! Ah! Ah!” sounds as I did. I found myself grunting. I was breathing as hard as I ever had in my life. Rachel did one more thrust down onto me, wiggled her torso, then pulled herself up.

“Damn! That was fun!” Rachel exclaimed.

I was still panting from all the exertion. Rachel was catching her breath. Lindsay was looking down at me, amused.

“So, that’s how college girls do it,” she chuckled. “Is that what you wanted to find out, Little Boy?”

I nodded my head, somewhat mindlessly.

Mandy grinned. “Hey girls, do you think he’s learned his lesson?”

The other girls all laughed. Rachel climbed off me.

“We’d better let him go,” she chortled. “We don’t want to keep our Little Boy here past his lunchtime, do we?” Laughter.

Tami came up to me. “Just one thing, Ju-ju-josh,” she said. “We have pictures of you being crucified. And even a video of you being fucked. I know you don’t want those being passed around your high school, do you? You don’t want your little friends to see you all naked, do you?”

I shook my head no.

“Okay, then no telling anyone! If you tell people about the things we did to you tonight, we’ll make sure these photos and video are all over the high school. I know you wouldn’t want that.”

I hadn’t planned on telling anyone about this mortifying experience. But now they made sure I never could.

I felt the leather cuffs on my legs and wrists being undone. I gradually got up.

Beth handed me my shirt and pants. “Sorry we can’t give you back your underpants,” she grinned. “We’re going to keep them as a souvenir.”

“Also as a warning for any future window-peepers,” added Rachel.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Where did you guys go?” I was back at Danny’s and Denny’s house, in their backyard. I was furious.

“Go?” Denny said innocently. “We just escaped when we heard those girls coming out the back door.”

“Did you get away alright?” Danny asked.

My face turned livid. “No! I did not get away! They caught me and they tortured me!”

“Tortured you, you say?” Danny looked interested.

“Pray, tell us more, please,” Denny grinned.

I took a deep breath. “No!” I snarled. “It was too humiliating! And it wouldn’t have happened if you two had stayed with me, instead of running out on me!”

The twins looked at each other.

“We thought you were right behind us,” said Danny, innocently.

“If we’d known you were in trouble, we’d never have just left you there,” Denny nodded.

“Yeah, right,” I growled. “Now I know who my friends are.” I turned and walked away.

I wanted nothing to do with those Goodwin twins after that.

. . . . . . . .
Several months later, I heard that Danny and Denny had met their comeuppance. They'd been doing to much horsing around and harassing the girls, and now some of the girls' boyfriends had gotten them back. You can read about it in Comeuppance
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I wasn't there for it. But I hear it was nasty!

[Robert Brooks]

Great story, Datom!

[TeenFan]

Getting screwed by a girl is not the worst possible punishment, but very enjoyable to read.

I once wrote about a boy who got orgasmed in the face by an older teen girl. Happy to see that used again...and want to see Josh be used
and abused again. Bigger than a college boy?...give us a clue to size.