Short Cut
Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2024 6:49 pm
Short Cut
Part 1
It was a hot July afternoon. Ryan was on his way home from the city pool with Jeremy and Mitch, two of his friends from fourth grade. They’d decided to walk today instead of taking their bikes, and were ambling along, tee shirts sling over their shoulders, sandals padding along the sidewalk, talking about nothing in particular.
“Hey, Ryan, I saw you and Jessica talkin’ over behind the snack bar,” Jeremy said. “Are you and her, like, goin’ together or somethin’?”
Ryan felt defensive. “No, man! I ain’t goin’ with her! Or anyone!” he bristled.
Mitch grinned. “I don’t know! You two looked kind of cozy back there!”
“No!” Ryan snapped. “We were just talking about. . .about some stuff from school, that’s all.”
“Hey! Easy!” Jeremy hastened. “You don’t have to get sore or nothin’. It’s your business who you talk to! I don’t care!”
“And anyway, Jessica is kind of cute,” Mitch observed. “Especially in that new bikini. . .”
“Cut it out!” Ryan yelled. “You guys are going way too far!” He was sensitive. Maybe more than usual, because this time they were getting near the truth. He actually did kind of like Jessica Sutton. Up until now, girls just didn’t interest him. But Jessica was different. And she was pretty. During the school term, he’d been going out of his way to talk to her whenever he had a chance. And now that it was summer, he saw her frequently at the city pool.
“Oh, we were just giving you a hard time,” Jeremy tried to sound soothing.
“Yeah, well, stop it!” replied Ryan, a little more quietly.
“Okay, okay! I didn’t mean nothin’. Hey,” Jeremy switched the subject, “do you guys wanna come over to my house tonight and play Galactic Commander?” Jeremy was a video-game enthusiast. “My sister’ll be gone, and we’ll have the TV to ourselves.”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. “Galactic Commander is a cool game. I almost beat you last time.” He grinned. “Anyway, my mom has to work a double shift, so she won’t be back until tomorrow at noon.”
“I think I can come, if my mom says it’s okay. She prob’ly will.”
The three were coming down Allenton Street. It was residential, with older houses lining both sides of the street.
Mitch gestured, “Hey I know a short cut,” he called out. “It’ll get us over to Hunt Street without having to go all around the park.”
“Show us!” responded Jeremy. “I’m getting thirsty. I wanna get home and get something to drink.”
Ryan hesitated. “Are we gonna have to cut through someone’s backyard?” He winced. “Last time we did that that old guy came out yelling at us, about calling the police.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Mitch chuckled. “This is different. They won’t even notice we’re going through their yard. We’ll be okay.”
With misgivings, Ryan followed the other two across the street and around the side of one of the houses. It was a large two-story square house with red siding. There was a hedge of barberry shrub, about 8 feet high, running along the side of the yard, into the back. The boys ran around the side, without a word, sandals swishing in the grass.
Once in the back, Ryan looked around. The back of the house had a small wooden porch on it, with steps leading down into the yard. At the bottom of the steps was an old charcoal grill, and a box that looked like it was filled with pieces of rag, rope, and wood. In the middle of the yard was a rather desultory-looking old fruit tree, and two old metal clothesline poles.
As the boys looked around, though, they realized that the barberry hedge ran all the way around the sides and the back of the yard. There was no way out of that yard except the way they’d come in.
“Damn!” Jeremy yelled. “This must be the wrong yard. Let’s go back.”
At that moment, the three heard squeals of laughter from behind them.
“Ooh, look!”
“Little boys!”
“They’re so cute! In nothing but their little-boy swim shorts”
“Let’s catch them!”
Ryan turned. There were four girls coming out of the house and down the stairs into the yard. He recognized one of them. He knew she was in the eighth grade, but he didn’t know her name. She was tall and was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail. He didn’t know any of the others. One, with short brown hair, was wearing a light blue tee shirt and white shorts. Another had shoulder-length brown hair and had on a yellow tee shirt with “Tampa Bay” printed on it. The last was shorter, and had short black hair, and wore a light green shirt with a picture of a turtle. All four girls were grinning and leering at the boys.
“Sorry!” Mitch called to them, “Wrong way!” and he turned to go back around the side of the house.
The four girls quickly moved to the side of the house to block the boys’ escape. “There!” grinned the blue-shirted girl. “Now we have them trapped!” She chuckled. “Now we can capture them!”
“They can’t escape us now!” gloated Pink Tank.
Mitch suddenly darted ahead, and ducked between Green Tee and Blue Tee. Blue Tee tried to reach down and grab his arm, but Mitch twisted at the critical moment and slithered under the grabbing arms and out to the street.
“Aw! One got away!” pouted Yellow Tee.
“That’s okay,” Pink Tank grinned. “He wasn’t that cute anyway.” She looked at Jeremy and Ryan, who were now standing in the middle of the yard.
“These two are the cutest,” observed Blue Tee.
The girls came over to where Ryan and Jeremy were standing, and circled around them.
“Hey, c’mon! Let us go!” pleaded Jeremy. “We weren’t doin’ nothin’”
“Isn’t that sweet?” cooed Green Tee. “They think we’re going to let them go.”
Ryan felt a pair of hands grabbing his arms from behind. He lurched to try to escape, but the hands held his arms tightly. He could see Jeremy being held from behind by Yellow Tee.
Pink Tank came over and stood in front of Ryan. She looked down at his face and his bare chest, down to his swim trunks. “This one is my favorite,” she gloated. “I want to keep him.” Her hand reached his face and cupped his chin, forcing him to look right at her. “Look at him—he’s such a little cutie!”
“C’mon! Let go of me!” begged Ryan.
The hands held his arms tight as ever. The girls giggled.
“Let me go!” Ryan shouted. He pulled and twisted, trying to escape. The girl behind him reached her right leg around his ankles, pinning them back against her other leg. Now he couldn’t even kick.
“Look at him wiggle! He’s so cute when he wiggles!” Yellow Tee chortled.
“I like how his belly button wiggles when he squirms,” Pink Tank grinned. She licked her finger, then reached down and touched Ryan’s belly button and wiggled her finger. Ryan squirmed as her cold wet finger tickled his belly button. The girls all giggled again.
"Let's tie them up," said Yellow Tee, "so they don't escape!"
Blue Tee walked over to the box and picked up several pieces of clothesline. Each was about one-and-a-half feet long. "This'll work."
She handed one of them to the girl behind Ryan, and the other to Green Tee, behind Jeremy. Pink Tank reached out and gripped Ryan's arms and held them in place. As Ryan struggled, he could feel his wrists being tied together behind his back. He looked over at Jeremy, and could see that Jeremy was being similarly bound.
"Hey!" he yelped. "Cut it out! Untie us! Right now!"
Twap! A long stick from a tree branch struck Ryan sharply across the back of his legs. His thighs stung.
"That's the hitting stick," explained Pink Tank, holding the stick in her hands menacingly. "Every time one of them talks, or doesn't do what we say, we'll hit them with this stick."
Ryan's legs were still burning from the smack.
Green Tee pulled Jeremy back to a clothes-line pole that was anchored on one side of the yard. "Let's tie him up to the pole," she suggested, "and then we can play with him."
"Okay," Yellow Tee agreed. "First let me tie this one up, so he doesn't get away."
Ryan could feel himself being pulled over to the other clothes-line pole. He felt the rope binding his wrists being tied to the pole behind him. Meanwhile, Pink Tank, Blue Tee, and Green Tee were tying up Jeremy.
"Let's decorate him!" suggested Blue Tee. "We can use this," and she held up a small tube of lipstick.
"NO!" shouted Jeremy. "Don't you dare!"
Ryan watched as Pink Tank took the stick and whipped Jeremy smartly across his bare chest. "Aaaaaooo!" Jeremy yelled in pain. The girls giggled.
"Now, hold still for me," Blue Tee admonished, and she uncapped the lipstick. She knelt down in front of Jeremy and began to draw on his bare skin. "There!" she chuckled, standing and stepping back. Ryan could see a little red heart drawn around Jeremy's belly button.
"My turn!" Yellow Tee had come over, and grabbed the lipstick. She leaned over Jeremy and drew two little hearts around his nipples. "Now he looks all yummy!" she chortled.
"Just one more thing," Green Tee came over and took the lipstick. She began forming letters on Jeremy's stomach. "How's that?" she stood up. Ryan could see the word "SWEETIE" crudely printed on Jeremy's bare belly, above his navel, and "PIE" below it.
"Oooooh! That is SO CUTE!" chortled Yellow Tee. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and took out a cell phone. She held it up. "Now hold still for me!" she leered.
Jeremy held still for a second, then realized that he was being photographed. "NO! Cut it out!" he yelped.
Twap! The stick slapped across his thighs. Ryan could hear it as it struck Jeremy's skin.
Yellow Yee was punching on her cell phone. "I'm gonna send this to Amanda and Emily! They're going to think this is so cute!" She giggled.
Pink Tank had turned and was coming back over to Ryan. He felt her eyes looking up and down his bare body.
"I like this one the best," she proclaimed, her eyes roving over his body. "I'm gonna keep him."
The other three turned and looked. Pink Tank reached out and touched Ryan's bare belly again. Her fingers played with the top of Ryan's swim trunks, finally coming to rest on the little string inside the waist. She wiggled the string.
"He's going to be my very own little boy," she cooed, as her fingers played with the top of his trunks. "I'm going to take him home with me, and keep him. I'm going to tie him up to my bedpost so he won't get away, and I'll feed him my leftovers. And I'll play with him and pet him and have lots of fun with him. And I'll show him to all my friends, and let them play with him too."
Ryan shivered as he listened to Pink Tank talk about him as though he were a pet dog or cat.
Blue Tee had been standing by the box. Now she came up to Pink Tank.
"If he's going to be your little pet, I think you'll need this," and she held up a dog collar with a chain leash attached to it.
"You're right," agreed Pink Tank, taking the collar. As she reached around Ryan's head, he could see her bare neck right before his eyes, and could smell something like baby-powder emanating from her skin. He felt her fingers attaching the strap at the back of his neck
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Blue Tee asked, "Are your mom and dad going to let you keep him? What'll they say?"
"Mom and Dad are out of town, remember?" Pink Tank pointed out, as she attached the leash to the collar at the back of Ryan's neck. "They're at that wedding in Colorado. They won't be home 'til Friday." She stepped back and looked at him. Her eyes once again fell on his bare belly button. "I like this little belly button," she chortled. She touched it with her index finger, and rubbed it around and around. "See how it pops out? It's a little-boy belly button." She wiggled her finger. "See? It's an outie."
The other three giggled, as Ryan squirmed in discomfort.
"I'm taking him home now," Pink Tank announced. "If any of you want to, you can come over after supper, and I'll let you play with him."
"I might," Yellow Tee grinned. "I hope so. I gotta see what Mom's got planned."
Pink Tank went behind the pole. Ryan could feel the clothesline loosening from the pole, although it still kept his two hands tightly bound behind his back. Then he felt Pink Tank's hand on his bare back, sliding up and down on his skin, as she guided him away from the pole. She leaned over to pick up the stick.
Ryan saw Jeremy, still tied to his clothesline pole, watching him as Pink Tank tugged at his leash. "Come on," she ordered. "Be a good little boy and come with me. Time to go home."
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan saw the other three girls go back to Jeremy. Pink Tank pulled him along. As they came out around the side of the house, he stopped. He suddenly realized that he was about to be led out onto the street, in nothing but his little swimming trunks, on a humiliating leash, where everyone could see him.
"Come on," ordered Pink Tank, tugging at the leash. She reached out with the stick and lashed Ryan on the back of his legs. He jumped.
"Let's go, or I'll hit you again," she warned.
"No! Please!" Ryan begged. "Let me go! Don't do this to me!"
Twap! went the stick once again, this time across Ryan's bare back.
Ryan hesitantly started forward. As Pink Tank tugged at his leash, he looked both ways up and down the street, to see if anyone was there. No one—well, at least that’s good, he thought. She guided him out to the sidewalk, then put her hand on the back of his neck and turned him to the right. “I live that way, about three blocks,” she said.
Ryan felt her hand on his bare back, right below his neck, as she guided him along the sidewalk. About a half a block passed, with no one seeing them. Then . . .
“Hey Linda!” a girl’s voice shouted from behind. “Whatcha got there?”
Ryan turned to see another girl running up to catch up with them. She had long black hair and was wearing a white tee shirt with a picture of a dinosaur on it.
“Hi, Amy,” Pink Tank responded. “Look what I caught—a little boy! Isn’t he cute?”
Amy grinned, as her eyes went down Ryan’s bare body. “Yeah, he’s a little cutie, all right! Where’d you find him?”
“Cutting though the backyard over at Olsen’s. There were three of them. We caught two of them. I decided I was going to keep this one!”
“He’s adorable!” Amy chortled. “Look at these little nipples!” She licked her finger and touched Ryan’s bare nipple. A chill went up his spine as her cold wet finger came in contact with his chest. She rubbed her finger around his nipple a couple times. “What are you going to do with him?”
“I’m going to take him home and tie him up and play with him,” Pink Tank smirked. “You can come over tonight and play with him too if you want.”
“Ooooh! Maybe I can!” Amy squealed. “I’ll see.”
An older female voice came from behind them.
“My goodness, Linda! What are you doing? What’s this?”
She turned and faced the lady. “Hi, Mrs. Meacham! This is my little boy. I captured him, and I’m taking him home. Isn’t he cute?”
Mrs. Meacham looked up and down at Ryan’s body. “Well, that’s a strange game you two are playing,” she shook her head. “So he’s pretending to be your pet?”
“Yes, Mrs. Meacham,” Pink Tank nodded, grinning. “He’s my little pet, and I’m going to take him home and keep him!”
Mrs. Meacham smiled indulgently. “Okay, then,” she crooned, and walked on.
Pink Tank was leading Ryan toward the street corner. Around the corner suddenly came Kelli and Megan, two girls from Ryan’s fourth-grade class. Kelli sang out, “Hi, Ryan!”
“Whatcha doin’?” Megan looked at the leash and at Pink Tank.
“I caught him in Olsens’ backyard,” Pink Tank volunteered. “I’m taking him home with me. I’m gonna keep him.” She slid her hand down Ryan’s back and into the back of his swim trunks. He jumped as he felt her hand squeeze his bare butt cheek. “Isn’t he cute?” she cooed.
Kelli and Megan grinned. “Hey, Ryan, how do you like being someone’s little pet?” Megan chortled. “Must be embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” Kelli chimed in. “’Specially when you’re being taken down the street in nothing but your little swim shorts.”
Ryan squirmed. He felt Pink Tank’s hand caressing his butt cheek inside his shorts.
“He has such a nice smooth little butt!” Pink Tank squeezed his butt cheek again. “Want to see it?”
“Sure!” Megan came close to Ryan and peered around him. Pink Tank pulled the back of Ryan’s shorts ‘way down and out from his back, so the girls could look in.
“Nice!” Megan purred appreciatively. ”That is such a cute little ass!”
Kelli reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. Grinning, she held it up and snapped a picture of Ryan’s bare butt cheeks, as Pink Tank held the elastic back for her.
“Hey, Kelli, you should send that to some of the girls in our class!” Megan chortled. “Send it to Amanda and Ashley and Emily!”
Kelli was busily poking the screen of her cellphone. “I just did.” She grinned. “They’re gonna love it!”
She came around to the front, and backed off. Looking at Ryan from the front, she held up the phone and took another picture. As she did, Pink Tank stepped to one side, her arm reaching over to hold the back of Ryan’s neck.
“Perfect!” she chortled. “Look at that!”
She held the phone up to Emily so she could see it. Ryan caught a glimpse of himself on the screen, looking sullen. The leash was around his neck with the chain dangling in front. Behind his neck he could see the tips of Pink Tank’s fingers, holding him in place. He blanched as he realized how humiliating his pose looked.
Kelli started poking the screen again, busily sending the picture off, so the other girls in Ryan’s class could see him in his degrading pose. “Hey, cut it out!” he complained. “Kelli! Don’t send that!”
Twap! went the stick across Ryan’s bare chest. He lurched.
“I’m training him not to talk,” explained Pink Tank. “Every time he talks, or doesn’t do what I say, I hit him with this stick.” She held the stick up.
“Wow!” Megan stared at the stick, then at the faint red streak on Ryan’s chest. “That must hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. That’s how he learns,” nodded Pink Tank knowingly. She tugged at the leash. “Well, I’m gonna take my little boy home now, so I can tie him up and feed him.” As she pulled the leash with one hand she pushed on Ryan’s back with the other. “Let’s go, little boy!” she commanded. She reached down and smacked him on his butt cheeks.
Emily and Megan laughed as Ryan lurched. As he started walking, he could hear them giggling behind him.
Part 1
It was a hot July afternoon. Ryan was on his way home from the city pool with Jeremy and Mitch, two of his friends from fourth grade. They’d decided to walk today instead of taking their bikes, and were ambling along, tee shirts sling over their shoulders, sandals padding along the sidewalk, talking about nothing in particular.
“Hey, Ryan, I saw you and Jessica talkin’ over behind the snack bar,” Jeremy said. “Are you and her, like, goin’ together or somethin’?”
Ryan felt defensive. “No, man! I ain’t goin’ with her! Or anyone!” he bristled.
Mitch grinned. “I don’t know! You two looked kind of cozy back there!”
“No!” Ryan snapped. “We were just talking about. . .about some stuff from school, that’s all.”
“Hey! Easy!” Jeremy hastened. “You don’t have to get sore or nothin’. It’s your business who you talk to! I don’t care!”
“And anyway, Jessica is kind of cute,” Mitch observed. “Especially in that new bikini. . .”
“Cut it out!” Ryan yelled. “You guys are going way too far!” He was sensitive. Maybe more than usual, because this time they were getting near the truth. He actually did kind of like Jessica Sutton. Up until now, girls just didn’t interest him. But Jessica was different. And she was pretty. During the school term, he’d been going out of his way to talk to her whenever he had a chance. And now that it was summer, he saw her frequently at the city pool.
“Oh, we were just giving you a hard time,” Jeremy tried to sound soothing.
“Yeah, well, stop it!” replied Ryan, a little more quietly.
“Okay, okay! I didn’t mean nothin’. Hey,” Jeremy switched the subject, “do you guys wanna come over to my house tonight and play Galactic Commander?” Jeremy was a video-game enthusiast. “My sister’ll be gone, and we’ll have the TV to ourselves.”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. “Galactic Commander is a cool game. I almost beat you last time.” He grinned. “Anyway, my mom has to work a double shift, so she won’t be back until tomorrow at noon.”
“I think I can come, if my mom says it’s okay. She prob’ly will.”
The three were coming down Allenton Street. It was residential, with older houses lining both sides of the street.
Mitch gestured, “Hey I know a short cut,” he called out. “It’ll get us over to Hunt Street without having to go all around the park.”
“Show us!” responded Jeremy. “I’m getting thirsty. I wanna get home and get something to drink.”
Ryan hesitated. “Are we gonna have to cut through someone’s backyard?” He winced. “Last time we did that that old guy came out yelling at us, about calling the police.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Mitch chuckled. “This is different. They won’t even notice we’re going through their yard. We’ll be okay.”
With misgivings, Ryan followed the other two across the street and around the side of one of the houses. It was a large two-story square house with red siding. There was a hedge of barberry shrub, about 8 feet high, running along the side of the yard, into the back. The boys ran around the side, without a word, sandals swishing in the grass.
Once in the back, Ryan looked around. The back of the house had a small wooden porch on it, with steps leading down into the yard. At the bottom of the steps was an old charcoal grill, and a box that looked like it was filled with pieces of rag, rope, and wood. In the middle of the yard was a rather desultory-looking old fruit tree, and two old metal clothesline poles.
As the boys looked around, though, they realized that the barberry hedge ran all the way around the sides and the back of the yard. There was no way out of that yard except the way they’d come in.
“Damn!” Jeremy yelled. “This must be the wrong yard. Let’s go back.”
At that moment, the three heard squeals of laughter from behind them.
“Ooh, look!”
“Little boys!”
“They’re so cute! In nothing but their little-boy swim shorts”
“Let’s catch them!”
Ryan turned. There were four girls coming out of the house and down the stairs into the yard. He recognized one of them. He knew she was in the eighth grade, but he didn’t know her name. She was tall and was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail. He didn’t know any of the others. One, with short brown hair, was wearing a light blue tee shirt and white shorts. Another had shoulder-length brown hair and had on a yellow tee shirt with “Tampa Bay” printed on it. The last was shorter, and had short black hair, and wore a light green shirt with a picture of a turtle. All four girls were grinning and leering at the boys.
“Sorry!” Mitch called to them, “Wrong way!” and he turned to go back around the side of the house.
The four girls quickly moved to the side of the house to block the boys’ escape. “There!” grinned the blue-shirted girl. “Now we have them trapped!” She chuckled. “Now we can capture them!”
“They can’t escape us now!” gloated Pink Tank.
Mitch suddenly darted ahead, and ducked between Green Tee and Blue Tee. Blue Tee tried to reach down and grab his arm, but Mitch twisted at the critical moment and slithered under the grabbing arms and out to the street.
“Aw! One got away!” pouted Yellow Tee.
“That’s okay,” Pink Tank grinned. “He wasn’t that cute anyway.” She looked at Jeremy and Ryan, who were now standing in the middle of the yard.
“These two are the cutest,” observed Blue Tee.
The girls came over to where Ryan and Jeremy were standing, and circled around them.
“Hey, c’mon! Let us go!” pleaded Jeremy. “We weren’t doin’ nothin’”
“Isn’t that sweet?” cooed Green Tee. “They think we’re going to let them go.”
Ryan felt a pair of hands grabbing his arms from behind. He lurched to try to escape, but the hands held his arms tightly. He could see Jeremy being held from behind by Yellow Tee.
Pink Tank came over and stood in front of Ryan. She looked down at his face and his bare chest, down to his swim trunks. “This one is my favorite,” she gloated. “I want to keep him.” Her hand reached his face and cupped his chin, forcing him to look right at her. “Look at him—he’s such a little cutie!”
“C’mon! Let go of me!” begged Ryan.
The hands held his arms tight as ever. The girls giggled.
“Let me go!” Ryan shouted. He pulled and twisted, trying to escape. The girl behind him reached her right leg around his ankles, pinning them back against her other leg. Now he couldn’t even kick.
“Look at him wiggle! He’s so cute when he wiggles!” Yellow Tee chortled.
“I like how his belly button wiggles when he squirms,” Pink Tank grinned. She licked her finger, then reached down and touched Ryan’s belly button and wiggled her finger. Ryan squirmed as her cold wet finger tickled his belly button. The girls all giggled again.
"Let's tie them up," said Yellow Tee, "so they don't escape!"
Blue Tee walked over to the box and picked up several pieces of clothesline. Each was about one-and-a-half feet long. "This'll work."
She handed one of them to the girl behind Ryan, and the other to Green Tee, behind Jeremy. Pink Tank reached out and gripped Ryan's arms and held them in place. As Ryan struggled, he could feel his wrists being tied together behind his back. He looked over at Jeremy, and could see that Jeremy was being similarly bound.
"Hey!" he yelped. "Cut it out! Untie us! Right now!"
Twap! A long stick from a tree branch struck Ryan sharply across the back of his legs. His thighs stung.
"That's the hitting stick," explained Pink Tank, holding the stick in her hands menacingly. "Every time one of them talks, or doesn't do what we say, we'll hit them with this stick."
Ryan's legs were still burning from the smack.
Green Tee pulled Jeremy back to a clothes-line pole that was anchored on one side of the yard. "Let's tie him up to the pole," she suggested, "and then we can play with him."
"Okay," Yellow Tee agreed. "First let me tie this one up, so he doesn't get away."
Ryan could feel himself being pulled over to the other clothes-line pole. He felt the rope binding his wrists being tied to the pole behind him. Meanwhile, Pink Tank, Blue Tee, and Green Tee were tying up Jeremy.
"Let's decorate him!" suggested Blue Tee. "We can use this," and she held up a small tube of lipstick.
"NO!" shouted Jeremy. "Don't you dare!"
Ryan watched as Pink Tank took the stick and whipped Jeremy smartly across his bare chest. "Aaaaaooo!" Jeremy yelled in pain. The girls giggled.
"Now, hold still for me," Blue Tee admonished, and she uncapped the lipstick. She knelt down in front of Jeremy and began to draw on his bare skin. "There!" she chuckled, standing and stepping back. Ryan could see a little red heart drawn around Jeremy's belly button.
"My turn!" Yellow Tee had come over, and grabbed the lipstick. She leaned over Jeremy and drew two little hearts around his nipples. "Now he looks all yummy!" she chortled.
"Just one more thing," Green Tee came over and took the lipstick. She began forming letters on Jeremy's stomach. "How's that?" she stood up. Ryan could see the word "SWEETIE" crudely printed on Jeremy's bare belly, above his navel, and "PIE" below it.
"Oooooh! That is SO CUTE!" chortled Yellow Tee. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and took out a cell phone. She held it up. "Now hold still for me!" she leered.
Jeremy held still for a second, then realized that he was being photographed. "NO! Cut it out!" he yelped.
Twap! The stick slapped across his thighs. Ryan could hear it as it struck Jeremy's skin.
Yellow Yee was punching on her cell phone. "I'm gonna send this to Amanda and Emily! They're going to think this is so cute!" She giggled.
Pink Tank had turned and was coming back over to Ryan. He felt her eyes looking up and down his bare body.
"I like this one the best," she proclaimed, her eyes roving over his body. "I'm gonna keep him."
The other three turned and looked. Pink Tank reached out and touched Ryan's bare belly again. Her fingers played with the top of Ryan's swim trunks, finally coming to rest on the little string inside the waist. She wiggled the string.
"He's going to be my very own little boy," she cooed, as her fingers played with the top of his trunks. "I'm going to take him home with me, and keep him. I'm going to tie him up to my bedpost so he won't get away, and I'll feed him my leftovers. And I'll play with him and pet him and have lots of fun with him. And I'll show him to all my friends, and let them play with him too."
Ryan shivered as he listened to Pink Tank talk about him as though he were a pet dog or cat.
Blue Tee had been standing by the box. Now she came up to Pink Tank.
"If he's going to be your little pet, I think you'll need this," and she held up a dog collar with a chain leash attached to it.
"You're right," agreed Pink Tank, taking the collar. As she reached around Ryan's head, he could see her bare neck right before his eyes, and could smell something like baby-powder emanating from her skin. He felt her fingers attaching the strap at the back of his neck
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Blue Tee asked, "Are your mom and dad going to let you keep him? What'll they say?"
"Mom and Dad are out of town, remember?" Pink Tank pointed out, as she attached the leash to the collar at the back of Ryan's neck. "They're at that wedding in Colorado. They won't be home 'til Friday." She stepped back and looked at him. Her eyes once again fell on his bare belly button. "I like this little belly button," she chortled. She touched it with her index finger, and rubbed it around and around. "See how it pops out? It's a little-boy belly button." She wiggled her finger. "See? It's an outie."
The other three giggled, as Ryan squirmed in discomfort.
"I'm taking him home now," Pink Tank announced. "If any of you want to, you can come over after supper, and I'll let you play with him."
"I might," Yellow Tee grinned. "I hope so. I gotta see what Mom's got planned."
Pink Tank went behind the pole. Ryan could feel the clothesline loosening from the pole, although it still kept his two hands tightly bound behind his back. Then he felt Pink Tank's hand on his bare back, sliding up and down on his skin, as she guided him away from the pole. She leaned over to pick up the stick.
Ryan saw Jeremy, still tied to his clothesline pole, watching him as Pink Tank tugged at his leash. "Come on," she ordered. "Be a good little boy and come with me. Time to go home."
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan saw the other three girls go back to Jeremy. Pink Tank pulled him along. As they came out around the side of the house, he stopped. He suddenly realized that he was about to be led out onto the street, in nothing but his little swimming trunks, on a humiliating leash, where everyone could see him.
"Come on," ordered Pink Tank, tugging at the leash. She reached out with the stick and lashed Ryan on the back of his legs. He jumped.
"Let's go, or I'll hit you again," she warned.
"No! Please!" Ryan begged. "Let me go! Don't do this to me!"
Twap! went the stick once again, this time across Ryan's bare back.
Ryan hesitantly started forward. As Pink Tank tugged at his leash, he looked both ways up and down the street, to see if anyone was there. No one—well, at least that’s good, he thought. She guided him out to the sidewalk, then put her hand on the back of his neck and turned him to the right. “I live that way, about three blocks,” she said.
Ryan felt her hand on his bare back, right below his neck, as she guided him along the sidewalk. About a half a block passed, with no one seeing them. Then . . .
“Hey Linda!” a girl’s voice shouted from behind. “Whatcha got there?”
Ryan turned to see another girl running up to catch up with them. She had long black hair and was wearing a white tee shirt with a picture of a dinosaur on it.
“Hi, Amy,” Pink Tank responded. “Look what I caught—a little boy! Isn’t he cute?”
Amy grinned, as her eyes went down Ryan’s bare body. “Yeah, he’s a little cutie, all right! Where’d you find him?”
“Cutting though the backyard over at Olsen’s. There were three of them. We caught two of them. I decided I was going to keep this one!”
“He’s adorable!” Amy chortled. “Look at these little nipples!” She licked her finger and touched Ryan’s bare nipple. A chill went up his spine as her cold wet finger came in contact with his chest. She rubbed her finger around his nipple a couple times. “What are you going to do with him?”
“I’m going to take him home and tie him up and play with him,” Pink Tank smirked. “You can come over tonight and play with him too if you want.”
“Ooooh! Maybe I can!” Amy squealed. “I’ll see.”
An older female voice came from behind them.
“My goodness, Linda! What are you doing? What’s this?”
She turned and faced the lady. “Hi, Mrs. Meacham! This is my little boy. I captured him, and I’m taking him home. Isn’t he cute?”
Mrs. Meacham looked up and down at Ryan’s body. “Well, that’s a strange game you two are playing,” she shook her head. “So he’s pretending to be your pet?”
“Yes, Mrs. Meacham,” Pink Tank nodded, grinning. “He’s my little pet, and I’m going to take him home and keep him!”
Mrs. Meacham smiled indulgently. “Okay, then,” she crooned, and walked on.
Pink Tank was leading Ryan toward the street corner. Around the corner suddenly came Kelli and Megan, two girls from Ryan’s fourth-grade class. Kelli sang out, “Hi, Ryan!”
“Whatcha doin’?” Megan looked at the leash and at Pink Tank.
“I caught him in Olsens’ backyard,” Pink Tank volunteered. “I’m taking him home with me. I’m gonna keep him.” She slid her hand down Ryan’s back and into the back of his swim trunks. He jumped as he felt her hand squeeze his bare butt cheek. “Isn’t he cute?” she cooed.
Kelli and Megan grinned. “Hey, Ryan, how do you like being someone’s little pet?” Megan chortled. “Must be embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” Kelli chimed in. “’Specially when you’re being taken down the street in nothing but your little swim shorts.”
Ryan squirmed. He felt Pink Tank’s hand caressing his butt cheek inside his shorts.
“He has such a nice smooth little butt!” Pink Tank squeezed his butt cheek again. “Want to see it?”
“Sure!” Megan came close to Ryan and peered around him. Pink Tank pulled the back of Ryan’s shorts ‘way down and out from his back, so the girls could look in.
“Nice!” Megan purred appreciatively. ”That is such a cute little ass!”
Kelli reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. Grinning, she held it up and snapped a picture of Ryan’s bare butt cheeks, as Pink Tank held the elastic back for her.
“Hey, Kelli, you should send that to some of the girls in our class!” Megan chortled. “Send it to Amanda and Ashley and Emily!”
Kelli was busily poking the screen of her cellphone. “I just did.” She grinned. “They’re gonna love it!”
She came around to the front, and backed off. Looking at Ryan from the front, she held up the phone and took another picture. As she did, Pink Tank stepped to one side, her arm reaching over to hold the back of Ryan’s neck.
“Perfect!” she chortled. “Look at that!”
She held the phone up to Emily so she could see it. Ryan caught a glimpse of himself on the screen, looking sullen. The leash was around his neck with the chain dangling in front. Behind his neck he could see the tips of Pink Tank’s fingers, holding him in place. He blanched as he realized how humiliating his pose looked.
Kelli started poking the screen again, busily sending the picture off, so the other girls in Ryan’s class could see him in his degrading pose. “Hey, cut it out!” he complained. “Kelli! Don’t send that!”
Twap! went the stick across Ryan’s bare chest. He lurched.
“I’m training him not to talk,” explained Pink Tank. “Every time he talks, or doesn’t do what I say, I hit him with this stick.” She held the stick up.
“Wow!” Megan stared at the stick, then at the faint red streak on Ryan’s chest. “That must hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. That’s how he learns,” nodded Pink Tank knowingly. She tugged at the leash. “Well, I’m gonna take my little boy home now, so I can tie him up and feed him.” As she pulled the leash with one hand she pushed on Ryan’s back with the other. “Let’s go, little boy!” she commanded. She reached down and smacked him on his butt cheeks.
Emily and Megan laughed as Ryan lurched. As he started walking, he could hear them giggling behind him.